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Yu Beiming's gaze fell on Sang Feiwan's shoulder. There was a cut on her clothes on her shoulder, and blood was oozing out, staining the entire sleeve red.

"Wanwan, you are injured." He subconsciously prepared to use his spiritual power to heal her.

"Don't waste your energy anymore. This minor injury is insignificant." Sang Feiwan held his hand. "You were too reckless just now. You showed up when we were fighting. If I hadn't put away my sword in time, you would have died!"

Yu Beiming's face turned pale, and the wound in his heart began to ache again, but he smiled nonchalantly:

"I know you won't attack me, so this method can quickly distinguish the real from the fake. The opponent is so powerful, I can't let you continue to fight. Besides, the opponent's purpose should be to let me distinguish the real from the fake. As long as I can distinguish it, I can break her trick!"

Sang Feiwan said: "That's true, but you..."

"I'm fine..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly felt a surge of blood and energy in his chest. The pain was so severe that he could no longer stabilize his body and fell headfirst.

Just as he was about to fall into the snow, Sang Feiwan quickly chased after him, supported his falling body, and slowly landed on the snow.

Yu Beiming fell into Sang Feiwan's arms, his pale face seemed to be about to break at any time, except for the bloodstain on his cheek which was glaringly red.

When Sang Feiwan saw his wound, he couldn't help but frown: If he hadn't retracted the sword energy in time and changed the direction, it would not have been this wound that was left, but his head would have been cut off directly!

But compared to this wound, the old wound on his heart should be more serious, right?

Sang Feiwan raised his hand and placed it on his chest, using his spiritual sense to check, and found that the wound that should have healed had broken again due to excessive use of spiritual power.

No, not only this injury, he actually has other injuries!

Sang Feiwan's spiritual consciousness explored Yu Beiming's spiritual roots and was surprised to find that his spiritual roots were seriously damaged.

No wonder the wound on his heart could not be healed, no wonder his cultivation stopped at the initial stage of Nascent Soul, it turned out that it was all because his spiritual roots had been damaged long ago!

Yu Beiming seemed to have sensed something in his subconscious mind, his brows furrowed, and a force in his body was resisting the invasion of Sang Feiwan's spiritual consciousness.

He doesn't want himself to know?

Sang Feiwan looked at the man in her arms. His face was pale and he looked broken and fragile.

But this slightly fragile man stood up during the great catastrophe of China many years ago and defeated many powerful monsters by himself.

So, his spiritual roots were damaged because of the battle that year?

In the past, when Yu Beiming talked about the past, he talked about the people's miserable lives when the country was devastated, and he talked about the tragic death of his disciples in battle, but he never mentioned his own situation at the time.

In fact, it goes without saying how tragic the process was.

Sang Feiwan recalled that when he was in Xianming Mountain, he noticed that his cultivation had not improved.

When asked the reason, he changed the subject and avoided talking about it.

At that time, Sang Feiwan was still a little unhappy.

Now that I think about it, he probably doesn't want to talk about the past.

As a cultivator, what could be more heartbreaking than having your spiritual roots damaged and never being able to reach the Great Dao? It's as regrettable as an athlete losing his legs or a bird losing its wings.

And I actually mentioned the idea of ​​ascending to immortality in front of him again and again, urging him to practice hard! This was simply rubbing salt into his wounds!

Sang Feiwan regretted that he arrived too late and enjoyed the peace and prosperity. If he could have arrived earlier, perhaps...

"I heard a voice of regret."

A gust of cold wind blew, and the girl in white clothes and white hair suddenly appeared.

Sang Feiwan immediately became alert, and saw the girl slowly turn around, revealing a young face that looked like it was carved from ice and snow, beautiful yet cold. The long hair on her forehead was blown away by the cold wind, revealing a pair of clear, pure eyes like gemstones.

"Who are you?" Sang Feiwan tried to use his ability to find out her background and identity, but he was unable to see through her true identity.

"Who am I?" she murmured, her eyes dim.

But soon, the gloomy look in his eyes disappeared and became extremely clear.

She met Sang Feiwan's gaze and said word by word: "I am the Snow Mountain God!"

"Are you really a god? Do gods really exist in this world?" Sang Feiwan suddenly sneered, "But I clearly smell a hint of demonic aura in you. If you are a god, why did you degenerate into a demon?"

The white-haired girl tilted her head, her eyes as clear as gemstones were clouded with doubt: "You said, there is a demonic aura in me?"

"How dare you!" Her face darkened, and a hint of anger gathered in her eyes. "How dare you say that this god has evil spirits? How audacious!"

As she became angry, the aura around her also changed, making Sang Feiwan sense a dangerous atmosphere.

But at this moment, no matter who the other party is, she cannot retreat cowardly.

"Yes, there is a demonic aura about you! Are you a demon or a god? Or a fallen angel?"

"You said, I am a fallen angel?"

"How could the gods issue such a curse? The real gods are the sun and the moon hanging high in the sky. Even if they occasionally cast a shadow on the mortal world, everything will return to normal when they return to their positions. When have you ever seen the sun dry up the entire land in revenge for a blade of grass?"

"The power of gods is too great. In a snap of a finger, they can destroy mountains and rivers and destroy all living things. Therefore, gods should have no desires or requests. They should not suffer because of the seven emotions and six desires, nor should they use selfish desires because they cannot get what they want."

"The betrayal of believers and the collapse of the temple are nothing but a speck of dust on God's sleeves, not worth mentioning."

"If revenge and curses are really sent down, there must be other reasons. Otherwise, is God still God?"

The white-haired girl was originally a little annoyed by Sang Feiwan's disrespect, but after hearing those words, her anger slowly dissipated.

"Is that right?"

Sang Feiwan pointed at the sun in the sky and continued, "When the weather is hot, people complain that the sun is too big. When it is cold in winter, they complain that the sun is not warm enough."

"All living things in this world depend on the sun for survival, yet they are always dissatisfied and have many complaints. This is undoubtedly the bad nature of human beings."

"But will the sun get angry because of an ant and crash into the earth? No."

“A true god is like the sun hanging high in the sky. Ants cannot shake His position in the sky. The only one who can shake Him is Himself.”

The white-haired girl followed Sang Feiwan's finger and looked up at the sky.

The sun is high in the blue sky, shining brightly and bestowing kindness upon all living beings.

Even if those people are ungrateful, even if they turn their backs on Him, He will not punish them. Otherwise, they will be tainted by karma, like the sun falling.

"So this is ah."

She closed her eyes in pain and murmured with trembling lips: "Is that so, brother? You said that you wanted me to be the god of the snow mountain and protect this place for you, but I can't become a god after all..."