Originated from mountains and seas, life never ends

After all these years... you still haven't let it go.

Since such a long time has not been able to make you forget it.

If those memories cause you so much pain...

Then start over.

Wash away the past memories, clean up everything, and start over...

Mo Ze looked at him with a smile, quietly waiting for his decision.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then, without any hesitation, he grabbed his hand tightly.

"Please... please——"

Tears flowed from his old eyes again, his hunched body softened again, and he fell to his knees uncontrollably, resting his forehead against that cold hand, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Please... help me, fulfill my wish."

So pious, so humble...

A picture suddenly appeared in Mo Ze's mind.

Thousands of years ago, this child... seemed to have knelt at his feet like this, begging to follow him.

On the hillside covered with wild grass and towering forests, the strong wind blew, lifting up the grass leaves.

The old man held Mo Ze's fingers with both hands, not daring to use force, but not daring to relax either.

He was afraid...if he let go, he would open his eyes and find out it was just a dream.

He had had this dream countless times, but this time...

Only this time——

It can't be a dream...

The old man slowly raised his head and met Mo Ze's lowered eyes.

The golden-eyed god seemed to have compassion, but in the end he said nothing and just stroked his head silently.

Please...let me be free.

Mo Ze saw such pleading in his eyes.

After a long silence, he finally sighed.

It was he who saved him back then, and now it is his turn to put an end to this life.

It is up to him to free him.

Logically speaking, after letting go of his obsession, he should be able to move forward with ease. But he was different, he was trapped in the past.

He couldn't move forward. His past memories made him extremely painful. Even if he had fulfilled his wish now, he couldn't move forward.

They all understood it very well.

So Mo Ze chuckled and did not respond. Just like he did a thousand years ago, he slowly stroked his head without any disdain for his hideous and dry skin.

White mist suddenly rose, emitting a slight coolness. Although it was icy, it did not feel cold.

The old man was completely immersed in this narrow mist, and he only felt that the Qi in his body was slowly radiating outwards. He quickly accepted everything without any panic of losing control.

Everyone present could clearly feel that the old man's lifelong cultivation was being lost at a rapid rate. Although he himself didn't think there was anything wrong, it did not prevent some people from becoming interested.

A long knife came at them. Yuqing Temple suddenly launched an attack. With a flash of a figure, the sharp long knife was in front of Mo Ze's neck, about to chop off his head.

"stop!!"

After all, he was a master of the Heavenly Realm, and Qin Xiuyun was the only one who reacted first and prepared to stop it.

Nangong Huaxue was a little slow, and just as she was about to stop him, Qin Xiao grabbed her arm.

"No need." Qin Xiao said calmly.

Nangong Huaxue looked at him in confusion, then turned around and saw that the legendary number one thunder general suddenly stopped, then bled from all seven orifices, and fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Fa...what happened?"

Qin Xiuyun's spear had not yet been thrust out when Ye Ningzhi had just begun to react. Why... would Yuqingsi fall to the ground and die?

A flash of inspiration came to Nangong Huaxue's mind, and she looked over in horror. As expected, she saw Mo Ze with an indifferent expression. He glanced at the corpse in Yuqing Temple, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"How... how is it possible?!"

After a long silence, Yu Qingling finally realized what had happened and looked at Mo Ze in horror.

"My brother...he is a celestial being—"

"Heavenly Realm?" Mo Ze raised his eyebrows, rubbed the old man's head, and smiled contemptuously, "That's the realm of strength you humans have divided yourself, right? I'm not a human, what does it have to do with me?"

Yuqing Ling was speechless.

Nangong Huaxue felt a little emotional, it was easier than crushing an ant to death.

What a terrifying power.

Perhaps it was because Mo Ze had been so cheerful and nonchalant since they met, which made them ignore his danger.

He casually killed a Heaven Realm cultivator without even giving him a glance...

Something that even that old man couldn't do...

For a moment, everyone had different expressions.

"After all, I have to help him dissipate his power and make sure he doesn't feel any pain, so I can only do three things at once." Mo Ze explained with a smile, "Please keep your thoughts to a minimum, I'm getting annoyed..."

Nangong Huaxue was stunned, and her mind went blank as she followed her instinct. Just as she came to her senses, she saw him blinking at her.

Nangong Huaxue:?

Looking at Mo Ze who raised his eyebrows, Nangong Huaxue was stunned for a moment, then she understood what he meant.

Yuqing Temple is dead.

Thunder lost a strong player, which was of course the best for Yuhua. Moreover, he did not report his entry into the country, so Yuhua did not have to bear this responsibility...

Nangong Huaxue saw Mo Ze's admiring look.

Nangong Huaxue's eyes lit up, and she happily gave him a thumbs up in secret.

Mo Ze accepted without hesitation.

Qin Xiao, who witnessed everything: ...

Yu Qingling's whole body was shaking after she reacted, but the looks she gathered from the corner of her eyes told her that taking action at this time was not a wise choice. She could only grit her teeth and leave with Yuqing Temple's corpse and subordinates.

After the Thunder players left, the atmosphere did not ease but became even more tense.

"Don't be so nervous... I'm obviously the least threatening one." Mo Ze frowned and chuckled, saying with a hint of grievance, but his eyes were still indifferent.

Qin Xiao looked at him and frowned slightly.

"Oh, right." Mo Ze seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at Qin Xiao, "If you see Bai Ze, scold him for me."

Qin Xiao: ...

Qin Xiao: "What are you scolding?"

"Whatever, as long as it makes him unhappy." Mo Ze smiled mischievously, like a naughty boy who has not grown up.

Although Mo Ze acted so relaxed, he was actually not feeling well. He was the last remaining breath, with very little strength left. After he appeared, he did not choose to absorb the power of his main body. He used up his already limited energy after a few moves.

His cultivation level was the same as Feng Zhi's, gradually dissipating, his body gradually became transparent, and his golden pupils became a little dim.

Qin Xiao's eyes were complicated, but he never took a step forward. He just stayed where he was and looked at them quietly.

"thank you."

At the last moment, the old man suddenly raised his hideous face and gave Mo Ze a half-crying smile, then passed all the remaining Qi in his body to Mo Ze.

"Forgive me... I really don't want to see you die again."

The old man left these words, and his body turned into a pile of ashes, which were blown away by the wind.

As his body was about to fall apart, a tear flowed from his eye, gleaming brightly in the moonlight, and was blown away by the wind as it fell.

Forced to absorb the old man's cultivation, Mo Ze's body, which was about to collapse, paused and eased a little.

"Really..." Mo Ze smiled helplessly.

Qin Xiao raised his leg and tried to move forward, but was nailed to the spot.

At this moment, Mo Ze turned his head as if he had sensed something, smiled gently at him, stretched out his hand, and motioned him to come over.

Qin Xiao then took two steps forward slowly as if he had received an order, but his speed was too slow, as if he was afraid of something.

Mo Ze held his hand and pulled him into his arms. The cold breath invaded his nerves and penetrated every pore.

Qin Xiao's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Look forward to it. I have never blamed you, and you don't have to stop for me."

"I'm sorry... I didn't do what I promised casually before. I broke my promise."

Mo Ze leaned close to his ear and spoke softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear, gently stroking his back as if he was coaxing a child.

Qin Xiao didn't know why, but tears suddenly overflowed from his eyes uncontrollably. His eyelids didn't move, and the tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes.

"You once said something to me, remember?"

Mo Ze's body had collapsed, leaning weakly on his shoulder, his eyes drooping lazily. When he heard the question, he smiled.

"of course."

"Does that sentence still count?"

"Sorry, that probably won't count."

Mo Ze smiled and gently closed his eyes.

At this moment, Qin Xiao's mind flashed back to his last meeting with Mo Ze several years ago.

They sat together on Kunlun Mountain, looking at the peaks in the distance, and just watched quietly for a long time.

He suddenly turned his head and asked Mo Ze.

"Will we meet again?"

At that time, Mo Ze was half lying down. When he heard his question, he lazily raised his eyelids and answered casually.

"Once we met in the mountains and rivers, we will meet again forever."

"See you later, of course."

But at that time, they didn't expect that it would take such a long time to see each other again.

The moment he closed his eyes, his body turned into countless bright lights and disappeared. The body in his arms suddenly shrank and returned to the appearance of a child.

The tears on my face suddenly fell, and I didn't know where they landed.

Qin Xiao reached out and grabbed the small body in his arms, lowered his eyes and looked at the familiar face in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly threw him out.

"Hey!" Ye Ningzhi quickly caught it and said dissatisfiedly, "What are you doing?"

Qin Xiao patted his arms, seeming a little disgusted. When he heard Ye Ningzhi's question, he looked at her coldly without saying a word. He winked at Nangong Huaxue and turned away.

Mo Jian wanted to chase after him, but was held back by Qin Xiuyun.

"You should go look after the child." Qin Xiuyun looked at the direction the man left with a complicated look in his eyes, "I'll go after him."

As Qin Xiuyun and Qin Xiao left, Nangong Huaxue took a look at the atmosphere of the Mo family and felt that nothing seemed to be wrong. Just as she was about to leave, she was blocked by a shadow.

"Where are you going?" Wang Ji smiled, his eyes frighteningly cold.

Nangong Huaxue paused, then laughed: "Everyone says you got the wrong person... Goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned and ran away.

Without any hesitation, Wang Ji turned into a shadow and chased after him.

In the blink of an eye, people left and dispersed, and Ye Ningzhi sat there for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

Looking at the child in her arms, Ye Ningzhi pursed her lips and felt like crying.

Mo Jian stretched out his arms to hug her, and held Mo Hanyu in his arms: "It's okay... Hanyu is not injured, everything is fine..."

After a while, Ye Ningzhi's body finally reacted and began to tremble.

"... I was so scared -" Ye Ningzhi suddenly burst into tears, "I thought the baby was going to die... Wow -"

"No, the child is here..." Mo Jian comforted softly, looking at Mo Hanyu who was sleeping in his arms, his eyes dim.

what is going on?

Why...is this happening?

Thousands of years ago...what exactly happened?

Countless questions flooded into his mind, but no one could answer them for him at this time.

The old man's body had already disappeared, but there was still a trace of consciousness left. Mo Ze purified his soul to prevent him from becoming a vengeful spirit after death.

The old man could feel his soul being guided and he did not resist. On the way there, memories emerged before his eyes uncontrollably.

A revolving lantern?

The old man paused, then calmly accepted the baptism of memories.

Speaking of which...his encounter with Mo Ze, if written in a storybook, would definitely be the most clichéd one.

His physique is very special. In the words of those evil cultivators, it is an innate cauldron. Whether as a container or to assist in cultivation, it is an excellent tool.

Yes, in the eyes of those evil cultivators, he was just a tool to be exploited.

But he was only a few years old at that time, and just after awakening, he passed by an evil cultivator on the road, but was noticed by him, and the news spread to their entire organization.

In that organization, there was an evil cultivator with extremely strange attributes. He could transform everything in the world into his eyes and search for what he wanted.

So, no matter where he fled, they would find him.

His parents were just ordinary Qi practitioners. After discovering the source of the disaster, they struggled several times. Finally, after careful consideration, they kicked him out of the house late at night and did not allow him to come near again.

He was only a few years old at that time.

So he began a thrilling escape alone.

He had done all these, tried everything, including sleeping in the open air, crawling through dog holes, begging, kneeling on the ground to beg for mercy, and digging tunnels, but to no avail.

Even though his hands were covered in blood and he buried his whole body underground, he would be discovered before he suffocated to death.

Those people were like a cat teasing a mouse, chasing it relentlessly and pressing forward step by step.

Finally, on that day, he accidentally escaped to a mountain, and the group of people finally got tired of playing and started to get serious.

After just one encounter, his limbs were broken and he was unable to move.

The intense pain made him cry uncontrollably. Knowing that begging for mercy was useless, he did not plead with those people. Instead, he squirmed his body and tried to escape amid the mocking laughter.

Who will...save him?

His tears and snot mixed together and he was covered in blood and couldn't stop shaking. He couldn't avoid the hands stretched out behind him and finally, he stopped struggling in despair.

So be it……

Just like that...die.

He closed his eyes and prepared himself for hell to come.

But the hands behind him did not fall on his body, and what he got was not a clamp, but a miserable cry.

"It's noisy."

The cold voice, tinged with a hint of hostility, went straight into his ears.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and what came into view was a white and smooth foot.

He looked up suddenly, and his cloudy and injured eyeballs froze the moment he saw the person coming, unable to think anymore.

The golden eyes that could make the world hold its breath glanced at him arrogantly, and the look as if looking at an ant suffocated him.

He couldn't see the face of the person coming, he could only vaguely see his outline and feel an indescribable sense of oppression coming from him.

But he didn't feel any fear, he just felt that he had met a god.

"I am not a goddess."

The god in front of him spoke.

"You are too noisy." The spirit continued, squatting down, "It's really pitiful."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently touched his forehead.

Miraculously, his broken limbs healed painlessly.

There was no pain at all, it was like a gentle baptism, and the wounds on my body healed in the blink of an eye.

The injured eyes finally saw the face in front of them clearly, and became more convinced of their own ideas.

This is God.

"I already said no..." The god seemed a little speechless, and stood up and waved his hand, "The injury has been healed, you can go."

He slowly propped himself up, looked at his palm in disbelief, felt the vitality emanating from his body, and stared blankly at the white figure.

His body hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

After sitting there for a long while, he turned around and looked behind him.

Upon seeing this, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Those extremely strong and terrifying people who had tormented him day and night and caused him unbearable pain fell silently in a pool of blood.

Like an ant being crushed to death on the roadside.