"You said you ran away, but where else can we go in the world?"

"Go to find a new land and start a new round of cultivation and dormant?"

“That’s too long.”

Saito Takashi shook his head, and the one sitting beside him was Ishida Nanichiro and said.

"Baichuan, we are all too tired. We have paid too much to inherit the situation."

"It's over."

"Let it end here."

This man who has always been a little talkative man straightens his back.

"At least in Atlas' bloodline."

The eyes of the Funiu Sword Master also flashed deep fatigue.

Yes, when their identity is exposed, where can they go?

Leaving the eternal world and entering the present world?

But if everyone leaves here, it is equivalent to giving up all ordinary people who depend on the power of Jianlu.

The city will be destroyed, and all those living there will be attacked by monsters.

Even if they return to reality, where should they go?

Should you stay at sunrise or return to the Western world?

I'm afraid there is no place for them in both places.

"Ha ha!"

"Then let's stay together. We have been running away and hiding for hundreds of years. It's time to end."

Facing life and death directly, the Lord of Funiu Sword figured out everything and became calm.

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Formation on the top of Qinglu Mountain trembled. Funiu Jian advocated opening his hands. With the help of the Yin-Yang Formation, blood from all directions gathered in the hall.

Among the flying blood power, Roger saw dead faces.

Some unique marks were erased until the end, a ball of pure pale flame appeared in the hands of the Lord of Funiu Sword.

That is the blood power of the Atlas giant bear.

With his hands closed, the pure pale fire gathered and contracted, forming a ball, with its energy restrained and becoming no different from ordinary items.

He handed the ball in his hand to Roger, "This is the bloodline of the Atlas giant bear. It can completely transform an ordinary person into a descendant with Atlas bloodline."

A small bead seems to be as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Because this is formed by the condensation of countless lives.

"Friends from the West, choose a suitable successor for us, and don't regard this as a burden."

"Just treat it as a seed that is sown casually. It is best if it can take root and sprout. If it cannot, don't have any regrets."

“Because this is our destiny.”

Roger felt some special changes appearing on the Lord of Funiu Sword.

Due to the energy attribute problem, even after the transformation of special methods, no real sword master-level powerhouse was born in the Funiu Sword Lu.

But at this moment, in Roger's feeling, the Funiu Sword Master had some signs before entering the extreme path.

Only by letting go of all burdens can we embark on the path of true self.

If time allows, it will not take long to be born on Qinglu Mountain!

Putting away the beads in his palm, Roger raised his head, "I will, I will find the best master for you."

Deep down, Roger has determined the best person for this item.

But he was not going to tell anyone that Haruhi was still alive.

From the moment of his death, Yuan Guanghai and Qinglu Mountain had been cut off from contact. What he needed was not nostalgia, but to start over.

"The next thing is to wish you good luck."

Roger sighed.

Roger was surprised that the Lord of Funiu Sword chose to stay for ordinary people, but in the same way, he also understood and supported the Lord of Funiu Sword.

Compared with hundreds of years ago, they are no longer the former escapees, and have stripped off the power of their bloodlines. They are no different from ordinary practitioners.

Jianlu is their kingdom, and the people living in the city are their people, and this place has become their hometown.

The so-called Western world is just a strange symbol.

The scenery on the top of Qinglu Mountain is still the same. The afterglow of the sunset has a layer of redness on the buildings on the mountain. Everything is recovering in an orderly manner around the collapsed buildings, but these ordinary disciples do not know that it will not take long for a storm to come.

Under the gaze of the four, Roger slowly walked down the mountain. He walked very slowly because Roger knew that he might never set foot on this land in the future.

Even if he could come back, this place would no longer be the Qinglu Mountain he had visited.

"Roger..."

Miyano Chiyoko's voice came from a distance.

"You have changed my view of you with your power, and I apologize to you for what I have done before."

Roger did not look back, but just waved his hand indifferently.

He was not happy because it was not Miyano Chiyoko who changed, but himself.

He won all this with his strength.

Slowly, the scenery disappeared behind him until the sun sets, and the world becomes dark. When he walks into the city at the foot of the mountain, Roger sees the long-lost stability.

These ordinary people didn't know what was happening on the top of the mountain. Roger also saw some families who sent their daughter up the mountain, enjoying the flattery and envy from their neighbors.

"There will be the Yata celebrity left next."

He looked into the distance and looked in a certain direction in the night sky.

In his mind, the fusion around the Alder sword seal continued, and at every moment, he could feel his own strength growing.

The road ahead is becoming clearer and clearer.

"It's almost done, the last step is not far away!"

With a moving mind, Roger's body disappeared into the shadow.

Just as Roger left, a majestic figure slowly opened his eyes on the top of Hanchuan, in the cold cave.

"I, Yata celebrity, finally became the master of swordsman!"

A young face flashed through his mind, and the Yata celebrity grinned.
Chapter completed!