Tian Yongheng quietly stood beneath the rain for a very long ti.
The ruined Tian Family estate stretched silently before him like the remnants of a forgotten era.
The once glorious Immortal Cultivation family of Jiangnan Region had long beco nothing more than ruins buried under dust.
The rain softly dripped across the ruins.
At this mont, countless mories gradually surfaced within Tian Yongheng’s mind one after another.
All those clan brothers and sisters, the playmates who never looked down upon him for possessing Five-Elental Spiritual Roots.
The bustling atmosphere during festivals, the warm smile of his mother and the steady figure of his father.
Everything seed incomparably distant now.
Yet at the sa ti, it felt as though it had only happened yesterday.
Tian Yongheng silently lowered his gaze.
Although he had already beco an existence feared even by Immortals, at this mont, standing before these ruins once more, he suddenly felt as though he had returned to that powerless sixteen year old youth from eight hundred years ago.
Back then, he could only helplessly watch as everything he loved was destroyed before his eyes.
The overwhelming pressure of those great cultivators, just a faint leak of an aura could destroy him in body and soul, even a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator could tap him to death with one finger.
That despair, that hatred, it all seed to have vanished into nothingness now.
Yet even then, those mories still remained deeply engraved within his soul.
The rain gradually intensified.
Tian Yongheng slowly stepped forward.
He did not use Divine Sense, nor did he use any other profound thod.
Instead, he simply walked quietly through the ruined estate like an ordinary person returning ho after countless years.
His footsteps softly echoed through the silence.
Soon afterward, he arrived before a collapsed ancient building.
It was the library pavilion, the sa library pavilion he used to frequent before regaining his past life mories.
Back then, this had been one of his favorite places within the Tian Family.
As the young master of the Tian Family, he possessed access to countless cultivation manuals and ancient records despite only having Five-Elental Spiritual Roots at the ti.
It was here that he first learned about the vastness of the cultivation world.
The Nine Great Mortal Worlds, the Upper Realm, the Myriad Worlds, Immortals and Gods.
Back then, he once believed becoming a Golden Core Realm cultivator was already the peak of existence.
But now...
Tian Yongheng quietly looked at the ruined library before him.
Even the shelves had long collapsed into dust, with only fragnts of weathered jade slips remaining scattered throughout the ground.
Ti had erased nearly everything.
After remaining silent for a mont, Tian Yongheng slowly turned and continued walking deeper into the estate.
Eventually, he arrived before another familiar place.
A quiet garden hidden behind what was once his mother’s cultivation quarters.
The surrounding formations had long shattered.
Most of the spirit flowers and spirit herbs planted here had already withered centuries ago.
Only faint traces of their existence still remained.
At the center of the garden stood a small pond.
The water within it had already beco murky and stagnant over the years.
Beside the pond stood an ancient tree leaning crookedly toward the water, appearing as though it might collapse at any mont.
Tian Yongheng suddenly stopped walking, his movents stilling.
Back then, his mother often brought him here when he was still a child.
At that ti, even after knowing that he couldn’t achieve much by cultivating, he wasn’t sad and rather preferred listening to stories about the outside world while lazily lying beside the pond.
At that ti, he actually liked the Martial Path more than Immortal Cultivation.
Wandering the jianghu, upholding justice, doing heroic deeds, how could it compare to cultivating in seclusion for years and even centuries?
No one could have imagined that such a child would spend most of his ti in secluded cultivation in the future, preferring to stay out of trouble and be cautious to the point of being paranoid.
The rain softly rippled across the murky water.
Tian Yongheng slowly raised his gaze.
With a thought, the stagnant pond water instantly trembled slightly, and all the filth and decay within it silently vanished.
The murky water rapidly beca crystal clear once more.
Even the extrely thin Spirit Qi beneath the pond faintly stirred for an instant.
Soon afterward, the pond once again resembled its appearance from hundreds of years ago.
The rainwater gently rippled across its pristine surface.
Tian Yongheng quietly looked at it for a mont.
Then, he slowly sat down beside the ancient tree.
After leaning against the tree trunk briefly, he eventually laid down quietly beneath the rain.
The surrounding world gradually beca silent, and only the faint sound of rainwater remained.
At this mont, Tian Yongheng suddenly felt as though he had once again returned to his childhood.
Back then, he often laid here while resting his head upon his mother’s lap.
She would lightly pinch his cheek while telling him stories of the outside world, sotis scolding him for idling around all day long.
Yet despite her words, her eyes always carried warmth and helpless indulgence.
The mories within Tian Yongheng’s mind gradually beca increasingly vivid.
For a brief mont, it almost seed as though a phantom figure quietly appeared beside him once more.
A beautiful woman wearing plain white robes gently smiled while lowering her head toward him.
That familiar warmth, that familiar gaze...
Everything felt incomparably real.
Tian Yongheng quietly looked at her.
His eyes faintly trembled slightly for the first ti in centuries.
The woman softly smiled, yet within that smile, there also seed to exist a trace of bitterness and sorrow impossible to conceal, as if she already understood long ago that everything before her would eventually disappear.
Then, like scattered rain beneath the wind, the phantom gradually disappeared.
The surrounding world instantly returned to silence once more.
At this mont, Tian Yongheng suddenly ca back to his senses slightly.
A strange wet sensation quietly spread across his cheek.
He remained silent briefly before slowly sitting upright.
The rain continued falling around him.
Tian Yongheng quietly raised his hand toward his face.
At that mont, his movents faintly paused.
For a mont, Tian Yongheng silently looked at his hand.
Then he slowly lowered his gaze toward the clear pond before him.
Ripples continuously spread across the water surface.
Within the reflection of the pond, a white robed, extrely handso young man quietly stared back at him.
And from the corners of that young man’s eyes, tears were silently falling.
At this mont, Tian Yongheng quietly looked at his own reflection for a very long ti.
His expression had finally changed.
It was no longer calm, no longer indifferent, no longer carrying that transcendent, detached air like an ethereal Immortal God, but instead carried genuine sorrow.
For the first ti in nearly eight hundred years, it finally changed.
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