The Pinnacle of the Ancient Path

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In the Chinese sky, millions of gods and demons are fighting, and countless lightnings are exploding. The major racial forces in the Yin and Yang realms started a war on the inaccessible Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in order to compete for the world's most precious treasure "The Record of Ten Thousand Ghosts". Wang Wenqi and Xia Xiaodie are both part of this war. In the middle and late stages of the war, an enemy Holy Realm warrior pursued Xia Xiaodie fiercely. Although Xia Xiaodie had the strength to reach the Holy Realm, in the end she was just a woman. Facing the enemy's pear-like rainstorm attack, she was about to lose her strength. When the enemy who attacked Xia Xiaodie struck a fatal blow, Wang Wenqi stood in front of Xia Xiaodie without hesitation. In fact, Wang Wenqi has been paying attention to Xia Xiaodie's comfort from the beginning. After all, Xia Xiaodie is the goddess he has dreamed of for many years. Even if she doesn't like him at all, he is willing to pay for her. "Xia Xiaodie, this is the last thing I can do. Farewell to the Divine Gu Villa, and you." With blood on the corner of his mouth, Wang Wenqi showed a gentle smile to Xia Xiaodie, and then fell into the endless abyss at a rapid speed. "No." Xia Xiaodie opened her eyes wide, and two lines of burning tears had already penetrated her clear eyes. 'For you, I can give everything, even my life! ' Wang Wenqi's voice echoing in the valley gradually weakened. These were his last words left in this world. The valley is very deep, so deep that it feels like time has stopped. Wang Wenqi, who is falling rapidly to the bottom of the valley, still has a trace of consciousness left. Only Xia Xiaodie's beautiful face appears in his mind. It is said that people will instinctively recall the best time in their lives before they die, and Wang Wenqi, the Gu Saint, is no exception. Recalling the scene when I first met Xia Xiaodie, it was when I was in junior high school. I was beaten by several second-generation officials and rich people. I huddled on the ground and did not dare to fight back. Instead of any of the passing classmates coming forward to start a fight, they just added insult to injury and gathered in a circle to watch the show, clapping and applauding. It was she, Xia Xiaodie, who was not afraid of the powerful. She relied on her years of study to take the lead for Wang Wenqi, and drove away these classmates who liked to bully Wang Wenqi no matter what. It was she, Xia Xiaodie, who relied on her medical skills to forcibly bandage Wang Wenqi's wounds. It was she, Xia Xiaodie, who captured Wang Wenqi's heart with her beauty and kindness. Each beautiful picture becomes more and more blurry as the consciousness weakens. When Wang Wenqi, who was supposed to be dead, opened his eyes again, he found that he was not dead. The first thing he saw was a blue sky, 'What's going on? Am I not dead? My holy soul has obviously fallen? ' Before he could think about it, a wave of bitter water hit his face, poured from his nostrils into his throat, and made him cough. He got up from the ground and looked around, 'Where is this? Why did I appear at the beach? ' He was stepping on a beach, and the sea breeze carried waves one after another towards the shore. He held his head and walked to a place where the waves could not hit him and sat down, thinking carefully, "What is going on?" He thought carefully, but his memory was extremely chaotic. Some other people's memories seemed to appear in his mind. These were the memories of a seven or eight-year-old boy. The boy's memory was very clear, giving Wang Wenqi the illusion that he was a boy. The more he thought about it, the less he could tell whether he was Wang Wenqi or this boy named Baili Qingtian. 'Who am I? '