Douluo Continent: Peerless Angel Qian Renxue.

Day 18

The demon-slaying hero is now 1,200 years old.

Qianjun is only 1,180 years old.

The two brothers have switched places.

Qianjun always looked sleepy, then lay lazily on the grass, listening to Jiangmo tell him stories he had imagined.

Sometimes, the demon-slaying monk would say, "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was a temple, and in the temple were seven little guardians."

"What are the names of the seven of them?" Qianjun asked, bored.

"I don't know. I only know that the sixth and seventh brothers are Jiangmo and Qianjun," Jiangmo said.

"Then Jiangmo should be the younger brother, and Qianjun the older brother," Qianjun said.

Why?

"Because it must be a close call first, then the demons must be vanquished. It's like life precedes death."

"That's not right either," the demon-slaying demon said. "Death should come first, then life. Without a soul, how can there be reincarnation?"

Goodness, they know how to change the subject when they're exorcising demons.

"Then when will we die?" Qianjun rested his chin on his hand, looking at the distant floating clouds.

"Do you want to die?" the demon-slaying demon asked.

"Because being with you every day is so boring," Qianjun said. "Actually, I'm just like you; I also imagine the story of the seven brothers."

"Oh," the demon slayer responded, then realized what he meant, "Pah, pah, pah—don't talk nonsense."

"And I'm also curious to know if I'll still have this name in my next life if I die."

"Pooh."

"If there's a next life, I want to be the older brother, and you can be the younger brother." Qianjun revealed his true feelings.

"Pah! Don't talk nonsense! If you want to be the older brother, I'll let you be." Jiangmo wished he could cover Qianjun's mouth. "I knew I shouldn't have told you this story."

Strange, isn't this a first-person diary? How do I know the above dialogue?

Just after Qianjun and Jiangmo finished their conversation, they discovered a figure appearing in front of them, ethereal and indistinct.

"Wow, who are you? How did you get in?" Qianjun looked at me in shock.

"Did you climb over the wall?" Jiangmo looked over suspiciously.

"No, I fell from the sky." I looked at the two "brothers" with a bit of amazement.

They used to be my sixth and seventh grandfathers.

However, whether it was good luck or bad luck, the world they were reborn into extended their lifespan several times over.

Seriously, even though they are over a thousand years old now, they look like eighteen-year-old youths from Douluo Star.

I remember their former surname was Qian Gu (千古).

But unexpectedly, the name in this life is the same as the title he once held.

"What do you want with us?" Qianjun looked at me.

"Guess why I've contacted you?"

"How am I supposed to know what you want from us?" Qianjun was a little exasperated.

As they were talking, another figure descended from the sky.

"Is this how you guys perform deus ex machina?" The exorcist was also exasperated. "Shouldn't you be begging for mercy right now?"

Grandpa landed.

I set off, and the inner universe within me naturally followed. Grandpa had a hair ornament just like mine.

That was made by the little devil. She said it was a God-Locking Ring that could suppress and lock our aura, preventing the universe from detecting us.

This thing is too precious; even the little devils haven't managed to create many.

Currently, only my grandfather, mother, and I can use it.

Grandpa looked at the brothers Qianjun and Jiangmo and couldn't help but want to cover his face.

At this moment, Qianjun was taken aback: "Hey, buddy, you look kind of familiar."

Upon hearing this, Jiangmo looked over and nodded thoughtfully. "Your appearance reflects your heart. This old man must be a moral exemplar." "But I don't seem to remember where I've seen you before," Qianjun said, scratching his head in frustration.

But the demon-slaying man didn't discriminate; he stepped forward, grabbed his grandfather's sleeve, and shook it.

Looking at Grandpa's face, which was starting to tense up, I immediately understood why the ancients had the term "cut sleeve" (断袖).

"How long has this been going on?" Grandpa asked.

"What's going on?" Jiangmo was taken aback for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry you had to see this. We were just arguing when we were bored."

"No, I mean, the story you made up." Grandpa shook his head.

"That was actually a dream of mine," the demon slayer said after a moment's hesitation.

"Actually, I've had similar dreams too, but in order to please him, I just kept going along with what he said," Qianjun chimed in.

"That's wonderful," I couldn't help but exclaim.

"What's so great about this? Don't you ever dream?" Jiangmo asked me, looking at me with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, I no longer dream." I nodded.

"Ah, then you'll lose a lot." Qianjun looked at me with a hint of regret. "Some people say that you dream so that you won't forget, so sometimes you still dream about those who died because of you, or those you couldn't save."

"Because compared to perfection, sometimes regret is more unforgettable... We brothers must have some past life," the demon-slaying demon said with distress. "But we only have fragmented dreams. We tacitly agreed to discuss the contents of the dreams, trying to dig out any clues."

"I always feel like in my past life, or the life before that, I went through an earth-shattering battle, but I failed to protect the people I wanted to protect," Qianjun said sullenly.

"Your dreams are so precious, are you just going to tell us about them?" I asked them casually.

"Because you all look like reclusive masters." Qianjun patted his sleeves, as if trying to make himself look neater.

"Perhaps you can help us find our past lives."

I paused for a moment, then looked at my grandfather.

Grandpa seemed a little hesitant. He sent me a telepathic message, telling me to decide.

Because Grandpa wanted them to come back, but he didn't want to disturb their current lives.

Grandpa is sometimes like that; he hesitates and is unsure whether to make a certain decision—except when it comes to matters concerning the inheritance of angels.

I thought for a moment, then said, "I feel I can lead you to find the regrets from your past lives."

"You can?" The demon slayer glanced at me.

"Yes, but you still need to decide whether you want to come with me." I decided to extend the invitation to them.

Jiangmo glanced at Qianjun again.

It seems that even though he is the older brother in this life, he still can't help but listen to Qianjun's advice.

"Let's go!" Qianjun made up his mind. "But you have to tell us where we're going."

"Go find the other minor guardians in your dream," I said calmly.

"Is it really possible?" The demon slayer hesitated for a moment. "We are bound to this planet. If we break free, we will die."

"This is the rule of this planet, which seems to allow people to survive longer than humans in other dimensions. This is because everyone is held back by their own regrets or inner demons, and then constantly endures their torment," he added. "If we die one day, it will be because we have let go of our inner demons or regrets."

"It doesn't matter. Along the way, you will make up for your regrets and will not be restricted by the planet's rules," I said confidently. "Just believe in me, because I also have regrets, and I am also on the path to make up for them."

The demon looked at me; he seemed to sense that I was telling the truth.

He later told me that it was because I was "deus ex machina" and therefore not restricted, and because they had a natural affinity for me and my grandfather, that they were willing to tell us the story and to believe us.

At this moment, Jiangmo and Qianjun discovered that my grandfather and I had something on us that looked like amulets.

Hair accessories that hold the hair up.

Perhaps wearing it will allow you to transcend the planet.

This is the idea they exchanged after transmitting their voices.

So they somehow got a bunch of stuff, packed it in a big bag, and carried it on their backs.

Let's do it together.

The Earth-Universe Galaxy was now missing two humans, but their departure went unnoticed, for the people here cared little for others; they were only concerned with the regrets in their own hearts. (End of Chapter)