Only one person, Changxiao, was left at the top of the first peak, his expression unpredictable in the dense mist.
He walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, his mind overwhelmingly extending outwards, secretly targeting Su Xinglan in the Yuehua Immortal Palace Square.
"Why."
Feeling melancholy and sighing helplessly, the white-haired old man asked and answered his own questions and said: "On the other side is my disciple, a born saint."
"Three hundred years later, the moment the fate-knowing power is turned on, it will help me understand the eighth realm of the Half-Saint."
"In one fell swoop, I can break my own shackles, surpass Duan Ziqian, and hope to ascend to sixteen great worlds."
"On one side is the daughter of an old friend, whom I trust before I die."
"I once promised him that as long as I don't die, as long as I am still breathing, I will keep his only daughter safe and sound."
"Yuehua..."
Gu Chang smiled but stopped talking, frowning and said: "She is very good."
"Yu Gui, the third-ranked twin god in possession of the most exquisite Dharma, is no worse than Jiang Changnian in terms of talent and understanding."
"It is only a matter of time before you step into the eighteenth level of a true immortal, and it is not difficult to reach the nineteenth level of a true immortal."
"As for the semi-saint threshold, it all depends on personal opportunities."
"The Jiang family's girl's courage and arrogance far exceed that of Yuehua. I think she will be the second half-saint to appear in the Eight Hundred Immortals after Jiang Lin'an."
"And Xinglan..."
The smile is bitter and listless.
Regardless of his appearance, Gu Changxiao sat on the moss-covered convex rock, squinted at the sky, and said in a mellow voice: "Whether it's me, Duan Ziqian, or even Jiang Changnian in the future, we are struggling in the semi-holy realm, and we are suffering.
Pursue the path of sainthood."
"But Xinglan is different. His path, the path he wants to take, is arranged secretly."
"Yuehua used him to escape the calamity. Although it was an unintentional move due to a combination of circumstances, it indirectly caused today's passive situation. One of these two people must be injured."
"Either Xinglan is trapped by love and stubborn."
"Either the inner demon is derived from the moonlight, and the seventeenth level of true immortal is stagnant in this life."
"No matter which one is injured, it is the result I don't want to see."
Silently closing his sleeves, Gu Changxiao said with great confusion: "Can I tell Xinglan about this matter?"
"That boy has a bad temper and is very worried about Xia Baiyou's death."
"When he was a mortal, he created a sentient way that is comparable to low-grade immortal arts, and this technique has the potential to improve his level."
"It is not difficult to see from this that the affection deep in his heart has definitely not diminished by half because of Xia Baiyou's death."
"If he knows the cause and effect, his beloved wife is just a spiritual clone of Yuehua Dharma, then..."
The old man was upset and had difficulty making a decision: "Especially now, Xia Baiyou's spirit has not dissipated."
"She was temporarily out of Yuehua's control, and there was a gap between the two of them in their minds and consciousness."
"One wants to cut off his love and reach the 18th level of the True Immortal, and the other wants to renew his relationship and be acquainted with China forever."
"Yuehua's soul takes the initiative and is the main soul of the deity."
"Xia Baiyou is just an auxiliary spirit condensed with magical powers. It can be regarded as a dimensional spirit."
"One master at a time, as time goes by, only Yuehua will be victorious in the end."
"At that time, Xia Baiyou will cease to exist in the true sense."
"With Xinglan's paranoid personality, he will definitely blame me."
"You blamed me, you hated me, and then you betrayed the Martial Palace and lived alone from now on."
"I am unkind, so I have no right to blame him for being unjust."
"But on the other hand, if I reveal all the truth, how should Xinglan choose?"
His mouth was filled with thick air and his eyes were dull and dull.
Gu Changxiao lowered his head and muttered, tapping the edge of the rock with his index finger very regularly and said: "Two options, one, ask me for help, force Yuehua to separate Xia Baiyou's soul and find a way to help him reborn."
"But in this way, Yuehua, whose appearance has been damaged, has almost completely become a useless person."
"With the cultivation level of the seventeenth level of a true immortal, there will be no way out for thousands of years."
"My old friend's last words are still fresh in my mind, as if they were yesterday. How can I be dishonest and go back on my word?"