I don’t know what kind of past is hidden in the laughter.
The old man smiled, his eyes were slightly red and slightly teary.
In his blurry vision, he seemed to see the Mojiang River that ran through the Eastern Region.
Above the Mojiang River, a white dress like a lotus dances gently in the wind.
The woman pulled a boy who was only eight or nine years old and looked at the turbulent river, like a million horses galloping.
"Sister, I heard that you have entered the Hunyuan Dynasty and become the first genius of my Mo family!"
"It's so amazing. Wanchen will be like my sister from now on!"
The woman looked sideways slightly, gently stroked the boy's head, and said with a smile: "Yes!"
…
A hundred years later, the boy has grown up, looking proud of the world with his youthful appearance.
The same Mojiang River, the same river rumbles like a million galloping horses.
Beside him, the woman was as before, but the young man had a stern look on his face.
"Sister, I have entered Daluo. Grandpa said that within ten thousand years, I will hopefully be able to become a Yuan Yuan!"
The young man stood with his hands behind his hands. He was no longer the young man of the past, full of high spirits.
"Wanchen's talent is not inferior to mine. Who knows, he will enter Hunyuan before me!"
The woman smiled gently, looking at the young man who was already half a head taller than her, feeling happy from the bottom of her heart.
The young man looked at the river and swore secretly.
Will do!
…
Fast forward six thousand years, and on the land of the Eastern Region, a figure was bathed in blood.
In front of him was a corpse.
"Why do you want to kill me? Why!"
The young man's face was full of ferocity. He looked at the corpse, but there was no trace of joy on his face.
"Wanchen!"
A woman came across the sky. She looked at the corpse and her expression suddenly changed.
"Sister, I've caused a big trouble!"
The young man raised his head and looked at the woman, "But he wants to kill me, just for a Hunyuan elixir. He wants to kill me, and if I don't kill him, I will die!"
"Sister, I can't help it!"
"Even if he is the son of a saint, do I have to sit back and wait for death?"
The young man was a little scared and even a little resentful. He knew very well what consequences would result from killing this man.
How could he bear the wrath of the saint? How could the Mo family bear it!?
The woman looked at the corpse, then turned to look at the young man.
Three thousand years later, she has become a pure girl of the Mo family. There are even rumors that she can break through the shackles of the Mo family and become a saint.
It takes three thousand years to enter Hunyuan. If you were placed in the Eastern Region, you would definitely be a top genius.
"Wanchen!"
The woman seemed to be gently stroking the young man's head just like the young man in the past when he was a teenager.
"Don't panic, things may not turn around! Since you are a saint, you should know right from wrong!"
"Come, heal your wounds first!"
The woman's smile, like the warm spring breeze, suddenly made the young man's heart calm down.
…
The news that the saint's son died at the hands of the Mo family shocked everyone.
In the main hall of the Mo family, the young man is in seclusion, and he is about to become immortal.
In the main hall, the saint has not yet arrived, but a boy, holding an imperial edict in his hand, appears in the main hall of the Mo family.
This is the news that the young man got from asking before leaving the customs.
His eyes were dull, looking at the old man in front of him.
"Grandpa, what did you say?"
"The Holy Son that my sister killed has been imprisoned in the dungeon!"
"No, not sister..."
The old man suddenly shouted, "Wanchen, shut up!"
He looked at the young man, unable to conceal the sadness in his eyes.
"Do you want to destroy yourself, the Mo family, and your sister's pure heart!?"
"A saint cannot be deceived!"
His voice was sad, but it made the young man stagger and fall.
In the Mo family dungeon, the young man looked at the woman in the dungeon who was penetrated by restraints.
There are a total of thirty-six Hunyuan prohibitions, each of which penetrates the bones and blood and cuts off the meridians.
The young man couldn't even believe how gorgeous the woman in front of him looked in the past.
"Wanchen!"
In the prison, the feet never touched the ground, only drops of blood dripped into the water, causing ripples.
That hoarse voice made the young man kneel directly in front of the prison at this moment.
Her cultivation level has been ruined, and all the foundation of Hunyuan has been reduced to nothingness.
Just an imperial edict forced the Mo family to take matters into their own hands to destroy this beloved daughter of heaven.
"sister……"
The young man kneeling on the ground only knew what regret was at this moment.
The cold peaks were freezing, and no one knew how many years later, the young man knelt in front of a deserted grave, surrounded by weeds.
She can't even have a monument, let alone enter the Mo family ancestral hall.
"sister!"
"I have become a saint, don't worry, I will avenge you!"
His voice was hoarse, he was no longer a young man, and he had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
The middle-aged man looked at the barren tomb quietly, and then his palms shook.
The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the weeds turned into nothingness.
The entire mountain has been transformed into a magnificent tomb, with giant monuments rising across the sky.
"The Tomb of Mo Wanyue!"
The middle-aged man stayed here for three full days, and then turned around and left.
Even when he was leaving, his palms were still trembling slightly.
…
Eastern Region, Dongxuan Holy Palace.
At this moment, the holy palace that everyone in the Eastern Region looked up to and worshiped was completely in pieces.
Space has long since collapsed, and the land for millions of miles is almost completely in ruins.
"Mo Wanchen, do you think you can kill me!?"
"Your sister, isn't it right for you to kill my beloved son and pay for it with your life?"
The sound of roaring sounded here, and a half-emperor looked at the middle-aged man bathing in blood in the void.
There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes, and even a hint of sullenness.
"life for a life!?"
"Just because your beloved son has a saintly father like you, you should kill whoever you want to kill?"
"Just because you are a saint, the person who kills your heirs should die!"
In the void, Mo Wanchen was smiling, and a line of blood and tears slowly left his holy eyes.
"Why, you are a saint, and if your heir dies, you have to pay for it with his life!"
"Why, my sister is going to die!"
"Why should she die for me?"
"Is it just because you are a saint?"
The sound of sorrow and anger shook the void, and the half-emperor's pupils were even more condensed.
He looked at Mo Wanchen and moved his lips, "That's it!"
…
In the underworld, he is already the number one saint in the Eastern Region. He looks like he is high up in the sky, overlooking all living beings.
But at this moment, he was looking up, looking up at reincarnation.
"Is it true that a person cannot be resurrected after death?"
"I do not believe!"
Immediately, the saint entered reincarnation.
Until one hundred thousand years later, the world had almost forgotten the first saint in the Eastern Region, and from that reincarnation, an old man emerged.
The old man walked hard, but there was only a touch of bitterness in his eyes.
"It turns out, it's true!"
He walked numbly in the underworld, passing through one area after another.
Until, he could hardly walk anymore and stopped on a mountain known as a forbidden area.
He didn't even care where he was, he just sat down quietly.
"What can I do if I spend my whole life?"
"What will happen if you become a saint? What will happen if you become an emperor?"
"Hahaha……"
Only that laughter is like a path of sadness and endless regret.
"Sister, I'm sorry!"
The voice dispersed with the wind, leaving behind only a heart filled with regret.