At the End of Reincarnation, I Still Can't Find You

“Master, please grant me your immortal bone so she can live.” “...All right.” He cut open his own chest and removed the radiant immortal bone. In return, he received a cool, indifferent “Thank you, Master.” He watched as his disciple cradled the bone and happily left, hurrying to the woman who looked eight-tenths like him. Later, his disciple came again. “Master, please grant me your heart lotus to save her life.” “...All right.” He once more carved out the beating heart lotus with his own hands, hearing the same indifferent words: “I’ll take my leave, Master.” The third time, when Lingling held the Immortal-Slaying Sword pointed at him for that woman’s sake, he finally spoke: “What do you want this time?” Lingling’s sword pointed straight at his soul. “She said... only your Chaos Godhead can guarantee her peace for all eternity.” Chu Xiaoshen smiled. His smile held three thousand years’ worth of weariness and relief. “Take it all.” “Take my... unwanted devotion along with it.”