I picked up the scattered attributes

anyway……

He couldn't see a single sign of life!

"This is Heaven's will to destroy my Thousand Autumns Valley..." Lei Shao's face showed despair, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey……"

Suddenly, a long, lonely sigh echoed above Qianqiu Valley. Immediately afterwards, a white-haired figure walked through the air from the end of the valley. With each step, golden springs gushed forth beneath his feet, supporting his body as he arrived before the two Dukes of Zhenguo.

Lei Shao's body trembled violently: "Master...Master, what's wrong...?"

The old sect leader, Ji Qixi, glanced at him, then shook his head and laughed: "Silly child, I can't bear to part with him."

"Fellow Daoists, since you wish to destroy the lineage of my Thousand Autumns Valley..."

After saying that, the old sect leader turned to the two Dukes of Zhenguo, a broad smile on his old face: "Are you ready to die?"

……

Chapter 0067

"Old Sword King, you shouldn't have come out."

Upon hearing the old sect leader's words, the King of Zhen Dong smiled lightly, his back shimmering with light, showing no intention of backing down.

The old sect leader chuckled and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The Prince of Zhendong burst into silvery laughter, covering his mouth as he said, "You can fool others, but you can't fool us. You are only at the peak of the eighth level of the Dao Platform Realm, and your time is almost up. You could pass away at any moment."

wow——

Her words immediately caused quite a stir in Thousand Autumns Valley.

"The Prince of Zhen Dong said... the sect leader is only at the eighth level of the Dao Platform Realm?"

"But didn't the sect leader claim before that his cultivation had reached the Yuan Dan realm and that he could deal with any powerful enemy who came to invade?"

"Both the Prince of Zhendong and the Prince of Zhennan are enemies; they have no reason to deceive us on this matter!"

Sensing the reaction of the Qianqiu Valley disciples, the Zhen Dong King chuckled again: "So that's how it is. These poor fellows thought you were already a Yuan Dan cultivator? No wonder no one from Qianqiu Valley has run away so far. It's a pity, they will soon pay the price with their lives for your lie."

wow-

The uproar among the people of Qianqiu Valley intensified.

If Qianqiu Valley had never had a Yuan Dan realm expert from the beginning, what could they possibly use to resist the oppression of the Xuanwu court?

"In that case..."

Almost instantly, panic and fear, along with all sorts of negative emotions, spread through the crowd.

The powerful experts and masters who had attacked, including the Tianjue Sect Master, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness! It seems the court takes our report very seriously, sending two Dukes of Zhenguo in one go. With that, the situation is settled, and peace can be restored for generations to come!"

The gaunt boy opened his mouth several times, but in the end, he could only let out a weak sigh:

"Perhaps... this is fate."

The arrival of the two Dukes of Zhenguo finally forced the old Sword King to emerge from seclusion ahead of schedule.

If the old sword king Ji Qixi makes a move ahead of time, it means that he will no longer have the time and opportunity to try to break through to the Yuan Dan realm.

"You two, are these your last words?"

Upon hearing the words of the King of Zhen Dong, the old sect leader's smile remained unchanged. He simply turned around calmly, his gaze sweeping over every corner of Qianqiu Valley.

His eyes held memories, longing, emotion, and regret.

Ultimately, his gaze fell in the direction of Qionghua Villa.

Immediately, a slight look of astonishment appeared in the eyes of the old sect leader Ji Qixi: "This is... the legendary Tribulation of Enlightenment?"

He paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, the laughter growing louder and louder, and an unprecedented glint of light flashed in his cloudy old eyes:

"Qianqiu Valley will not perish!"

"It was so seven hundred years ago... and it will be so seven hundred years from now!"

The old man was extremely frail, with failing eyesight, a hunched back, and even a faint aura of death emanating from him—a sign that his life was nearing its end.

There is one thing that Zhen Dongwang was right about.

After leaving seclusion early, the old man had no chance to start over. Even if he were to go into seclusion again, the possibility of successfully breaking through to the next realm would be infinitely close to zero.

"Old Sword King, you've gone mad—"

The Prince of Zhennan shuddered, disbelief flashing in his eyes. He sternly shouted, "Are you forcibly taking action now, intending to use your own ashes to welcome the arrival of that person?!"

"Hehe, since that person is determined to come anyway, how can we seize that sliver of hope if we don't risk our lives?"

The old sect leader seemed to have seen through many things. Although his appearance was still old, he appeared incredibly energetic at this moment. He touched the sword that had been with him for a hundred years at his waist, then suddenly leaped up and headed straight for the two Dukes of Zhenguo.

Behind the old man's head, eight divine wheels rose one after another, followed by eight altars, all shrouded in a dense aura of death. Suddenly, the death aura began to burn fiercely, igniting the eight altars and spreading to the eight divine wheels.

A tremendous, extremely powerful surge of energy erupted from the old sect leader's body.

"Ji Qixi! You're deliberately courting death!"

Under the intense shock of that blood and qi, even the two Dukes of Zhenguo couldn't help but stagger backward, feeling an unprecedented sense of oppression.

The Prince of Zhendong's face was ashen, and his voice was no longer as frivolous as before: "If you go all out like this, you will die from exhaustion of your energy in no time!"

The old sword king of Qianqiu Valley is really too old.

Although the old sword king was extremely powerful, his lifespan was nearing its end, and his vital energy was almost completely depleted. If he were to go all out, he would be unable to control the loss of his vital energy. What the old sword king was doing now was tantamount to burning away his remaining lifespan.

If the old sword king makes his move now, then he won't be able to wait for that person to arrive!

"If my death can bring about the rebirth of Thousand Autumns Valley... then what does it matter if I die?"

Amidst the firelight, the old sect leader laughed heartily, his hunched body straightening up like a divine sword, unyielding and indomitable!

Lei Shao's body jolted suddenly, clearly realizing something.

More and more people emerged from Qianqiu Valley, gazing at the figure in the sky. A nameless sorrow spread, filling every corner of the air.

"Ji Qixi, you're sending yourself to your death prematurely!"

High above, the stern shouts of the King of Zhennan echoed.

But the next moment, all the shouts were drowned out by the old sect leader's laughter:

"Gentlemen, I have been in charge of Thousand Autumn Valley for 120 years, and now I am finally about to embark on the path to immortality. Aren't you going to see me off?"

Lei Shao trembled violently, his breath coming in gasps, almost unable to control himself.

In the end, he suppressed the grief in his heart, clasped his hands, and bowed towards the sky:

"Respectfully seeing off the Sect Leader!"

"Respectfully seeing off the Sect Leader!"

"Qianqiu Valley...respectfully seeing off the Sect Leader!"

More and more voices converged from all directions, turning into a surging torrent, like thunder roaring, resounding throughout the vast Canglan Mountains.

"We...respectfully see off the Sect Leader!"

"Gentlemen, this old man is departing—"

A dazzling sword light shone forth, dispelling the gloom in everyone's hearts and illuminating this world.

The dazzling sword light, like an ancient torrent, surged forward relentlessly, dividing day and night.

In the blink of an eye, both of the Dukes of Zhenguo were swallowed up.

Another extremely faint ray of light quietly disappeared from everyone's sight, heading straight towards Qionghua Villa.

"Fellow Daoist Feng...please lend a hand to the future of Qianqiu Valley..."

In the very end, the old sect leader's gaze seemed to be looking into the distance, or perhaps looking back at Thousand Autumn Valley, as if he wanted to imprint everything familiar on this land into a painting in his true spirit.

The figures of the two Dukes of Zhenguo exploded into a bloody mist, and the figure of the old sect leader also faded away rapidly, gradually dissipating with the wind.

"Master..."

The sound of weeping came from Qianqiu Valley.

……

Chapter 0068

The Xuanwu era was 719 years old.

Ji Qixi, the eighth generation leader of Qianqiu Valley, has passed away.

In this battle, two Dukes of Xuanwu State perished, three of the five Five Elements Altars collapsed, and the siege of Qianqiu Valley came to a complete end.

The old sword king's sword light has finally become a thing of the past.

"Perhaps... Master had already prepared to die the moment he emerged from seclusion."

Lei Shao, panting heavily, said to himself, word by word, "Even without Fellow Daoist Feng, he would have done the same. All of this is to fight for that sliver of hope!"

Old Sword King Ji Qixi is not only the sect leader, but also his and Sixth Elder Liu Chuanyuan's master.