Return to the World

When Heijia slaughtered the village, A Jing dug out half a pot of turbid water mixed with blood from the pile of dead people. This water saved the dying Tiandao Sect elder Yan Chifeng. When the chains of the black-armored pursuers penetrated his chest, Ajing held on to the blood-stained corners of his clothes. His white hair spread like snow waves from his head. Silent stars flowed in the depths of his purple eyes. The chains shattered inch by inch before touching his heart. The black feather walking on the horse in the distance felt like it was struck by lightning, and his voice was hoarse and broken. Yan Chifeng coughed up blood and carried me on his back to break out of the siege and return to the gate of Tiandao Sect. The disciples guarding the mountain blocked me in horror: "Uncle Yan! How could you bring such evil obstacles?" He unsheathed his blood-stained sword three inches, and the sword energy split the bluestone of the mountain gate: "Get out of here! This son is my own disciple, Yan Chifeng!" .....................