Sword Cuts the Path to Immortality: My Way Is Not to Save the Common People but to Save Myself

In the desolate world, withered bones are buried in the barren hills. That night, it was so dark that I couldn't see the road clearly, and the beacon fire in the distance dyed half of the sky red. Lin Wanqing held the baby in her arms and gently touched the child's soft face with her fingers. Her eyes were so soft that she was not like her - she was usually cold to everyone and spoke little. Only towards this little guy did she show her tenderness. Li Yan held the long sword tightly in his hand. The sword shone coldly in the moonlight, and his voice was hoarse: "It's time for us to set off. The child can only be left to dad to take care of." Lin Wanqing didn't speak, just nodded, and carefully handed the child into Li Jingzhi's arms. His throat was tight: "Let's call him Li Yuechen. I hope he can avoid the disasters in this world and live a peaceful life." The moment she turned around, the tenderness in her eyes suddenly disappeared, leaving only cold determination. She clenched her sword tightly, followed Li Yan's footsteps, and walked towards the darkest place of the night.