There's something wrong with my master.

Xianzhi's words exploded in Langytian's mind, and the fatigue and tiredness in his eyes turned into desolation and confusion.

All the leaves on the mountain suddenly turned yellow, and the rustling sound of leaves falling to the ground lasted for a quarter of an hour until the entire mountain was covered with fallen leaves.

The withered yellow leaves seemed to be paying tribute to the true love that has lasted for tens of thousands of years.

When did you start to stop loving me?

Tens of thousands of years ago, he used his merits to protect the physical body of his beloved wife and the last vestige of her true spirit.

At that time, he swore to the sky that as long as Langya Tian was still alive, he would definitely save his Fu'er.

Even if I die, even if I fall into endless purgatory.

He loved her more than anything in the world.

The Nascent Soul cultivator at that time sang all the way with this deep affection and obsession.

He founded Langya Pavilion and accumulated merits everywhere.

While other monks who were transcending tribulations were seeking immortality, he was saving the world and saving people.

While other monks who were transcending tribulation had an immortal demeanor, he kept his head very low, his eyes filled with thoughts of the creatures that he once saw as mere ants.

While other cultivators who were transcending tribulation treated Heaven's Way as nothing, he became Heaven's running dog and dared not slack off in the slightest.

A dignified monk who is transcending tribulation has to run all day long without a moment's rest.

He wanted to go faster, faster, but it was too late. His life was over and no one in the world would come to save his Fu'er.

But this is not just a day or two, not a year or two, not a hundred years or a thousand years, but tens of thousands of years.

From the time the fire of civilization began to burn, to the time humans emerged from the wilderness and became the overlords of the world, how many tens of thousands of years did it take?

Dynasties changed in the world, but his wife never woke up.

After all the hard work and exhaustion, his wife still hadn't woken up.

He knelt between heaven and earth, discarding the dignity of a monk who was transcending tribulation, discarding everything, and praying for mercy from heaven, but his wife still did not wake up.

From full of hope to gradual disappointment, and finally as time passed, disappointment turned into despair.

The true love that moved everyone to sing has been ground into dust by the years and gone with the wind.

But is despair the end?

No, numbness is.

He was tired, he was exhausted, he wanted to rest.

But he had gotten used to living like this, repeating what he had done for tens of thousands of years like a machine.

There was no longer the light in his eyes, only fatigue and weariness.

The look he gave his wife was still full of affection, so affectionate that it was almost real.

That's only because he's been used to looking at people with that kind of eyes for tens of thousands of years.

"I'm so tired, are you tired too?"

Lang Yatian walked up to his wife, clenched his fists, and gathered his magic power.

With just one light punch, this torture that has lasted for tens of thousands of years can end.

Just a very light, very light punch, with a slight force, towards the heart, towards the head, or towards the true spirit that has made up for tens of thousands of years of merit.

But in the end, he still couldn't do it.

I don't know when winter came in the mountains, and snowflakes were falling from the vast sky.

Eventually, the flying snow covered the couple's bodies.

Lang Yatian no longer used his magic power. The temperature around him became lower and lower, as if he could freeze time.

Maybe it would be better for both of them if Fuer died like this.

But when the body began to stiffen, he dug the person out of the snow like crazy.

"Donor, please let go." Xianzhi's compassionate voice sounded.

As he spoke, his ears suddenly moved. He knelt beside Lang Yatian's wife with his hands clasped together and listened attentively.

"Donor, your wife has something to say to you."

"Fu...er." Lang Yatian's face suddenly stiffened, and his whole body began to tremble, as if he was about to encounter something terrible.

Chapter 85: Let’s Go Back to the Past

Ignoring Langyati's trembling fear, Monk Xianzhi continued to do as he pleased.

The Buddha's light in his hand lit up, and a thin and transparent soul floated out from the body of the pretty woman.

This soul is very faint, as if it will disappear at any time.

She looked at Lang Yatian with a complicated expression, hatred, fear and helplessness in her eyes.

Lang Yatian turned his back, covered his face, and did not dare to look at this soul.

The woman's soul refused to give in and chased Lang Yatian, facing him.

She looked at Lang Yatian with extremely complicated eyes for a full quarter of an hour, and then spoke in a desolate and dazed tone.

"Langyatian, have you ever tried sleeping in a coffin for tens of thousands of years?"

"It was pitch black, there was no room to move, I couldn't lift my hands, I couldn't walk, I couldn't eat, I couldn't drink."

"My mind slowly lost control, and no one paid attention to my helpless cries for help. It turns out that even a soul can have a hoarse voice."

The woman pointed at her body and said, "Even if I sleep in a coffin, at least I can try to turn over. In here, even turning over is a luxury."

"Some songs have been played for tens of thousands of years. Yes, I really loved listening to them tens of thousands of years ago, but I am really tired of listening to them now."

"Over and over again, day after day, those songs are a torture to me. I would rather endure loneliness than listen to them again."

Her tone slowly turned dull again, like she was scolding her husband's wife.

"Why do you always describe the scenery outside to me? You know how much I want to open my eyes and see, but no matter how hard I try, there is still nothing."

"Once, twice, three times, four times, I tried to imagine the scenery you described, but I really couldn't imagine what the scenery outside was like."

"Every time you describe something, desire arises in my heart, and then after countless efforts, it turns into despair!"

"I don't know if I'm really your wife."

"When I was conscious, I could only feel a chaos. Slowly, my memories began to recover, or rather, something forced those memories upon me."

"Maybe I am really your wife, maybe not."

"The first time I was able to transmit my voice for help, I knew you heard it, but you pretended not to know."

"I called out again and again, but you never responded."

"I began to be able to tell you about my fear and helplessness, but you still didn't respond."

What she said was very fragmentary, like a wife bringing up old matters when her husband and wife are arguing. There was no logic, she just said whatever came to her mind.

However, these words were like a sharp knife, piercing into Langya Tian's heart.

He finally began to look the person in front of him in the face.

He didn't know whether the person in front of him could still be considered his wife.

From a broken wisp of true spirit without any memory, it was slowly repaired to what it is today.

This may be a newborn creature, or it may still be his wife.

Langya Tian knew that she was asking for help. She wanted to get out of that cage-like body and see what the outside world was like.

But if she were let out, this thin soul that seemed to be blown away by a breeze would become weak.

Hundreds and nearly a thousand years of repairs will be in vain.

It would be fine if you haven’t come out to see it, but once you have come out to see it, you will never be able to come out again, which is a greater torture.

If it happens a few more times, tens of thousands of years of hard work will be wasted.

Lang Yatian could only block out these sounds and pretend not to hear them.

"Langya Tian, ​​let me go to reincarnation." The woman said finally, with pleading eyes.

"I know that in my current state, after one or two reincarnations, I will disappear from this world forever."

"Maybe he will be disabled, such as dumb, blind, or deaf. For such a broken soul, it would be wishful thinking to want to practice."

"But I do. I want to go outside and take a look."

"If you can't let me go, go find my reincarnation and give me those memories again."

"If you think that my reincarnated self is no longer myself, then let it end here."

The air fell into silence.

After a long while, Lang Yatian nodded, without choking, his voice was terrifyingly calm, "Okay."

The complexity in the depths of the woman's eyes dissipated, and her eyes became relieved, as if she was liberated.

"Thank you, Langyatian. You gave me my life, but I also hate you."

The thing that had been restraining the woman was loosening, and she followed her instincts and disappeared into the empty snowy field.

The surroundings became quiet.

The pressure from the Tribulation Crossing period is spreading.

The world became desolate and there was no life at all.

"Yun Changsheng, tell me, will you ever get tired of it?"

"I don't know. At least I still love you now. I always want to give it a try."

"Don't be like me. It's very tiring. If you try and see no hope, just let it go. No matter how deep the love is, it can't stand this kind of wear and tear."

"Maybe I'll let it go, maybe like you, maybe I'll succeed."

"Yun Changsheng, please go."

"it is good."

The man carrying the black coffin nodded. His goal had been achieved, and it was time for him to leave.

After all, my luck was a bit bad. It would have been better if Monk Xianzhi had not come in the last few days.

"Let's go." He said to Xueyun Sword.

The Snow Cloud Sword cannot be swung randomly. Using the sword to cut through space to speed up the journey is certainly faster.

But now that all the colors in his heart have been used up, when the time comes to really swing the sword, he can only swing out the colors that belong to Lin Duoduo.

Xianzhi, who had been reckless in front of the Tribulation Stage until now, also felt something was wrong, and clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, I am leaving too."

Langyatian did not respond, nor did he agree or object.

Monk Xianzhi pinched his Buddhist beads a few times, and his figure became increasingly faint.

After Xianzhi's figure completely disappeared, Langytian's body slowly rose into the air, his eyes completely dyed with ink.

The sky and earth turned ink-black along with his eyes, and his loud voice spread throughout the entire Langya City.

Portraits of Yun Changsheng and Xianzhi appeared in the sky.

"These two men killed my wife. Anyone who conceals the truth and does not report it will be killed!"

"Anyone who dares to take her in will be killed!"

"When my Langya Pavilion disciples encounter them, those who have the ability to kill them but do not do so will have their cultivation abolished and be cut into pieces!"

The voice echoed throughout the entire Langya City. The Pavilion Master who had saved countless lives in the past seemed to have turned into the killer who had killed countless people.

He is still restraining himself and enduring, otherwise, many people would have suffered a lot by now.

……

……

"He needs to vent the emotions that have been suppressed for tens of thousands of years, so he issued a wanted notice and even pretended to chase him."

"But he would rather see you become the next him than you die."