"Carrying the hatred of the annihilation of his clan, Old Deng has lived in suffering all his life, and it’s ti to release his repressed emotions," Jiang Cheng spoke up on the voice channel.
"Yes, we can’t let Old Deng carry hatred and pain to his grave. This battle is also his mont of revenge in his eyes. Perhaps it might not have much impact on the invasion of the Black Tide, but at least he has tried his hardest."
Understanding the reason, Xia Sheng’s eyes moistened and, with a forced smile, he took the Space Bracelet from the hands of the ascetic saying:
"Old Deng, go and fight a hearty battle; your legacy, we brothers will take over. Do you have any last wishes before you go?"
"Have a stone stele erected for in the graveyard in front of the Great Yan Clan Land, wishing my soul to return from the dead, always to accompany my clansn."
"Sure." Xia Sheng and Jiang Cheng nodded solemnly.
"Rember... the cultivation of the Touch of Pain is a long climb. Do not resist the pain; instead, see it as the whetstone for your growth, also as a nutrient, acceptance is the only way to climb higher peaks."
"We understand... Old Deng, let us go with you, we are not afraid of death."
"No need. This is my journey to return, no need for company... You really are sentintal. I chose you for your tenacious will, yet I didn’t expect such sorrow over a re life and death separation."
Saying this, the ascetic grinned:
"Get lost, chase your own paths, and in the future, contribute your strength against the Black Tide for ."
As his words fell, the aura on the ascetic surged once again.
Under the watchful eyes of Xia Sheng and Jiang Cheng, the ascetic’s Hunting Level also increased.
The changes in his body were astonishing. His once murky, tired eyes gradually beca bright and sharp, with the yellow blurs completely scattering.
Then, the loose, wrinkled skin gradually regained elasticity due to the infusion of Qi-Blood, glowing from inside out, as if ti had never left its mark.
Along with a crackling sound.
The ascetic’s body emitted a sound like popping soybeans, and he quickly grew taller.
His previously stooped figure beca erect, his bones and muscles being remolded under the infusion of energy from the Qi-Blood burning.
As his body rejuvenated, each breath seed to be able to draw Heaven and Earth Energy into his body.
His previously damaged body revitalized under the nourishnt of Qi-Blood burning.
And rapidly recovered to near peak condition.
When the ascetic stood up, he had transford into a young man about twenty years old.
His handso face was like a ticulously crafted sculpture, with defined facial contours, a high bridge nose above tightly closed thin lips, eyes seemingly containing stars, deep and bright. The sunlight pouring through the windows fell on his skin, reflecting a healthy wheat color, his erect figure and muscular lines smooth yet not exaggerated, his hair, black and beautifully ssy, draped over his shoulders adding a touch of unrestraint and suavity.
"Old Deng, handso!" Jiang Cheng exclaid at that mont.
"In my youth, I was considered the most handso in the clan, but that’s all in the past," the ascetic said with a charming smile.
Speaking, he pushed the door and left the room, Xia Sheng and Jiang Cheng followed him out.
"Old Deng, are you just going to leave like this?"
"Our bond ends here. What follows is my final dance at life’s end, you don’t need to follow."
Saying this, the ascetic turned and glanced at Xia Sheng and Jiang Cheng. Seeing the tears in their eyes, he couldn’t help but laugh loudly:
"Don’t be sad for , I have long been prepared to face death. At the brink of life, to have t two fine disciples like you and to leave a legacy, this life has already been worthwhile... Farewell, rember to erect the stele for ."
With those words, the ascetic turned into a streak of crimson light and shot straight into the sky, racing in the opposite direction of the sea.
"Old Deng, are you confused? The Evil Spirit is on the other side of the sea, you flew in the wrong direction."
Facing the shouts of Xia Sheng and Jiang Cheng, the voice of Asceticism ca from afar:
"There aren’t any Evil Spirits within the Evil Moon Domain over there, just a bunch of derived Evil Spirits. My life is nearly over, I must slay at least one Evil Spirit, hahahaha."
The laughter faded, and the figure of Asceticism disappeared into the horizon.
Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng exchanged glances and couldn’t help but sigh.
At this mont, Xia Sheng whispered:
"Chengzi, you said this is just a ga, why do we feel so imrsed?"
"I don’t know either, I keep telling myself it’s just a ga, but I can’t help wanting to cry, Old Deng has been too good to us, so good that I can’t bear to see him go." As he spoke, the corners of Jiang Cheng’s eyes reddened, and he wiped away a tear.
"Let’s go, find a feng shui treasure spot for Old Deng and set up a stele, and kowtow a few tis before we leave."
"No, Old Deng isn’t dead yet, we should wait a few more days."
"Yes, right, let’s stay two more days, and set up the stele when Old Deng is about to die."
"Okay, a few more days." Jiang Cheng nodded, then curiously asked:
"By the way, how much inheritance did Old Deng leave for us?"
Faced with the question, Xia Sheng looked down at the Space Bracelet in his hand, and after connecting with his Perception, the space inside the bracelet appeared in his mind.
The space inside wasn’t large, filled with various Spirit Plants and prepared Spiritual Liquids.
Xia Sheng turned his head to the Guiding Water Ball floating beside him:
"Guidance, calculate the value."
[Including sacrificing the entire Space Bracelet, the value is 133,822 sacrificial power.]
After taking everything out and storing it in the system’s built-in Space Bag, Xia Sheng initially wanted to sacrifice the Space Bracelet to Emperor Zhao, but paused after calling up the sacrifice panel, then couldn’t help shaking his head:
"What was I thinking just now, that’s an animal behavior, this is the last rembrance Old Deng left for us, let’s keep it forever in the Space Bag."
"Yes, let’s keep it. Who knows, maybe one day in the future we can et Old Deng again and return it to him." Jiang Cheng also nodded at this ti.
"How can we et?" Xia Sheng couldn’t help but glare, almost unable to believe such an absurd idea ca from his good brother.
Facing the question, Jiang Cheng analyzed seriously:
"In the ga settings, the Primordial Traits are divided into ten generations, the weakest being the first generation and the strongest the tenth. Perhaps the tenth generation has a powerful trait that can resurrect life; when we return as ascended beings in the future, performing a Resurrection Technique on Old Deng would allow us to et him again."
Hearing this, Xia Sheng looked very speechless:
"Your hypothesis might be possible, but the problem is we don’t even know where Old Deng died, how can we resurrect him, cast Resurrection Magic on the air?"
"Fuck, indeed, why don’t we go in the direction Old Deng flew to see if we can find his remains after his death, and keep them in the Space Bag for a future chance to resurrect him?"
"Are you really thinking of doing that? Old Deng has suffered enough in his life; being able to pass away peacefully is a good thing, don’t disturb the peace of the dead soul, let him go."
"I’ll listen to you."
"So what do we do now?" Jiang Cheng asked curiously.
"Let’s go to the Great Yan Clan cetery ahead, find a feng shui treasure spot, dig a hole, set up a stele, kowtow and leave."
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