Speechless and Mo Wentian

On the Holy Mountain, the capital of the King of Qin. The holy beast Liujin, who was already in the Nine Cauldrons of the Dao Tribulation Realm, stood on Qin Buyu's shoulders. He looked at Qin Buyu who looked desperate after searching ancient books, and said in a deep voice: "Master, it's been so long, give up! She has left this world forever!" Qin Buyu looked at the ancient jade with a faint flash of light in his hand, with a look of madness on his face: "No, I will never give up. Although there is currently no way to resurrect her, there is still hope for her remnant soul!" Liu Jin felt distressed and rubbed Qin Buyu's cheek with his faucet. "Master, the theory of resurrection is too imaginary. No one has done it since ancient times!" "What the predecessors couldn't do doesn't mean that I will definitely not be able to find a way! Liujin, now that the world is at peace, it is useless for me to stay here. Help me take good care of Mo Yan and the Qin Empire! Even if I travel across this world, I will find a way to save her!" Qin Buyu said firmly. "Master!" Liu Jin showed reluctance. "Liu Jin, take care! I will definitely come back!" After Qin Buyu said that, he rose into the sky and disappeared after a few flashes. "Master... Aow..." Liujin returned to his true form and turned into a five-clawed golden dragon that was tens of feet in size, looking up to the sky and shouting. In the palace of the Great Qin Palace, a young man also shed tears when he saw the holy emperor Liu Jin looking up to the sky and shouting. "Elder brother!"