Xie Zhixuan and Yan Lingbai practiced together and grew up together. Xie Zhixuan didn't know why Yan Lingbai got tired of him.
The previous vows of eachother had become a joke, and suddenly there were so many friends around him that he couldn't squeeze in or get involved.
I hate that the bright moon is hanging high in the sky and it only shines on me. I hate that the bright moon is hanging in the sky and doesn't shine on me.
Xie Zhixuan pondered day after day, constantly questioning himself about what he had done wrong. This went on for three years without relief.
When he learned that Yan Lingbai was from the evil race, Xie Zhixuan smiled, just like a person who had been walking alone for a long time in the cold winter night and suddenly felt the bright sunshine.
That's great. You are from the Yu clan. They are all afraid of you, but I don't mind. I will only be by your side.
But in exchange, Yan Lingbai avoided him even more like a snake and scorpion, and even didn't even see him, no matter how he traced his traces.
Want to see him, want to see him, want to see him...
…
Kill him, kill him, kill him...
Everyone said that Lingyao Immortal Zun Xie Zhixuan was the coldest person, but he knew that he had been burned into a madman by the fire of constant longing and resentment.
After meeting each other for more than a hundred years, Xie Zhixuan pierced Yan Lingbai's heart with a sword. Feeling the warmth of the other person gradually draining from his arms, Xie Zhixuan finally smiled.
He dipped blood on his fingertips and ground it on his tongue, tasting supreme happiness for the first time.
*
Three hundred years ago, Lingyao Immortal Master Xie Zhixuan killed the demon Yan Ling with his sword and leveled the demon realm in vain, becoming the leader of the immortal path. Three hundred years later, Yan Lingbai was reborn, but his former enemy had become a useless person who could not use his spiritual power.
Yan Lingbai originally wanted to stay away first and kill Xie Zhixuan to avenge his shame after he recovered his cultivation level, but he was forcibly locked up by him.
Yan Lingbai: It doesn't matter. It's hard work. I advise you to take turns standing guard with your eyes while sleeping.
But he suddenly discovered that under his inadvertent touch, this good-for-nothing old enemy could use his spiritual power again?
Touch it once to restore spiritual power for an instant, touch it twice to make two attacks, touch it three times to make a set of silky small combos...
Later, things became more and more wrong...
Intention: Everything depends on human effort