Reborn Conceited Soldier

Sikong Banyu could feel that Chen Wenxian's life force was rapidly dissipating. This attack was probably performed by Chen Wenxian using his own life energy as a sacrifice. It was the last glory of his life.    

    

"Woo woo …"    

    

The sounds of strange winds that could be felt without end echoed with the desolation of the Vast Expanse. The heavens and the earth were filled with sorrow, and one could not help but feel an inexplicable sense of sorrow. All living things were also completely stained with sorrow this time.    

    

"Mo Qingcheng."    

    

Chen Wenxian's voice was like a demon's voice as it slowly came out. All of a sudden, a strong gale blew across the entire world. It was as if people could see the blood-red sun that filled the sky amidst the dust that was swept up into the sky.    

    

Sikong Banyu had already put away his long sword. He quietly stood in the air and closed his eyes, quietly feeling Chen Wenxian's grief, and in his mind, a scene appeared. Chen Wenxian was laughing hysterically with his head facing the sky, and tears were pouring out from his eyes.    

    

It belonged to Chen Wenxian alone, a world-shocking scholar. However, his path of sensing the great Dao of heaven and earth was blocked, and he had no choice but to walk on a road of no return. The sadness of having no door because of his desire for the great Dao, the helplessness when he knew that he could not do it.    

    

"Going on the path of a cultivator is already going against the heavens. If you can't reach the end, then all that's left is sadness. If Chen Wenxian is like this, then am I not as well? This sadness will not appear after me. "    

    

Sikong Banyu sighed and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Chen Wenxian, who was in front of him with a brush in his hand, drawing the last line of the second line in the air.    

    

"His hair is white."    

    

As Chen Wenxian finished his last line, his calmness changed and turned into an endless low and deep qi that completely enveloped him. His hair, at a speed visible to the naked eye, was rapidly turning white. Although he was no longer a teenager, his white hair was something that he had long anticipated. It was just that it came a little too late.    

    

"Sky Grief!"    

    

His brush moved swiftly, and after the last three words of the painting, the skin on his body began to rapidly decline. In the blink of an eye, he turned from a clean and white youth to an old man who was about to die. The old man's skin, which was so wrinkled that it almost covered his eyes, looked like he wanted to bury the grief deep within his eyes. It was as if the heavens and earth could not bear to see such desolation.    

    

"Ai!" Sikong Banyu, who was a person with strong determination, was infected by this sadness. He could not help but think of Han Qingming, the former empire of the Great Gale Empire, and the anger and sorrow when they betrayed them.    

    

He slowly closed his eyes, raised both his hands and linked them together. The attack hidden in the path of the book no longer seemed to be noticed by him. He just let it hit his body. The only thing left was sadness.    

    

"Brother Chen, there is a Dao in this world. Although fate exists, it can be held in the palm of your hand." Brother Chen, there is a Dao in this world.    

    

"Buzz buzz buzz."    

    

Sounds like the chiming of bells suddenly rose up in the corners of the world. That thick and majestic sound didn't dispel the grief that enveloped the world. Instead, it resonated with the mournful sound, causing the entire world to be filled with an indescribable despair.    

    

"To determine the heavens and earth."    

    

A giant cauldron appeared in the sky above Sikong Banyu. That powerful, vast aura seemed to be able to suppress the heavens and earth, forcing the entire world to remain still. Floating in the void, Mo Qingcheng said, "Don't be casual." With your hair white, you will lose your sadness in the air! " Under the crushing pressure of this enormous cauldron, the few words began to flutter uncontrollably, appearing as if they were already on the verge of collapse.    

    

Chen Wenxian stood proudly in the middle of the air with his hands behind his back. Although his body was already at the end of its tether, its arrogance did not appear at all. The sky-high pride and the body that supported him, seemed to never fall down or bend at all. Chen Wenxian did not even move as the giant cauldron slowly descended.    

    

"Haha …" Suddenly, Chen Wenxian chuckled and gradually closed his eyes. He saw that his words had dispersed. The outcome of the battle was already decided.    

    

"Sikong Banyu, I have one last request, and that was because of this teacher from the Beijing University, that's why I set foot on the road to Fighter. Now that I am at the end of my journey to live, I hope that you can bring my corpse back to be buried, and dust will return to the dust, this broken body might long have landed on that piece of land."    

    

With that, Chen Wenxian's mouth revealed a faint smile, and his body started to fall from the sky. At the same time, Sikong Banyu suddenly opened his eyes. The large cauldron that had condensed out of thin air suddenly collapsed. However, he did not move. Instead, he silently watched the falling Chen Wenxian.    

    

"Bang …"    

    

"Crack!"    

    

Chen Wenxian fell to the ground, still standing. Even though his lower body was deep in the soil, the brush beside him was stuck quietly, as if it was protecting its master.    

    

Sikong Banyu's body moved and landed in front of Chen Wenxian. He stomped on the ground and the ground instantly shook. Chen Wenxian's body was hit by a force and fell to the ground. His pride was still there, and he could not bend his waist.    

    

"Brother Chen, along the way …" "Let's go." Sikong Banyu cupped his fist and bowed deeply. His hands had been tainted with countless souls of the dead, but this was the first time he had come into contact with someone seeking death, someone proud and proud enough to soar to the heavens. The complicated feelings in his heart made Sikong Banyu feel very uncomfortable. Although this was Chen Wenxian's life, he had borrowed his hand.    

    

"People say that fate is hard to predict, but also that fate can only be done, and not reversed. But I believe you now understand what fate is! I hope you can still remember it in your next life. " Sikong Banyu straightened his body and said heavily, "What is fate?" Sikong Banyu didn't dare to say that he understood everything, but at least he understood it a little better than Chen Wenxian. It was just that Chen Wenxian only understood a little about it at the end of his life. It was a great regret.    

    

If a person took the wrong path, some could turn back, while some could no longer do so. Chen Wenxian belonged to the latter.