The Little Qilin blinked and asked, "What is it?"
Jiang Fan patted the grave beside him, his eyes revealing a trace of complexity.
"I was once sad for Ling Shu, overwheld by sorrow and regret."
"But, was it because of the deep affection between Ling Shu and ?"
"It was not."
"At that ti, our feelings were far from reaching such heart-wrenching depths."
"And the reason I was sad..."
Jiang Fan glanced down at the Nascent Soul within his dantian, feeling the faint pain emanating from it.
His eyes held a deep understanding.
"It was because I couldn’t accept the passing of those around ."
"I was afraid of leaving behind eternal regrets."
"The effort to marry Xu Youran, the risking my body to test poison for Fairy Yun Shang, the desperate battles in the Nine-Sect Land against the Demon Race, were all to avoid leaving regrets in life."
"I don’t have the great heart like a saint, to protect everything."
"Everything I did was actually for myself, to prevent my own regrets."
His eyes grew increasingly bright, emitting a dazzling light.
"Leaving no regrets, that is the path I have always walked!"
"So, when I chose the Path of Guardian, my heart hesitated."
"Because that was not my path."
At that mont, his heart was unprecedentedly light.
As if the mist obscuring his heart had all cleared away.
He took out the Sky Breaking Pearl again, a smile played on his lips.
Without hesitation, he put it into his mouth and then gently swallowed, murmuring:
"Co on."
"My Path of Perfection!"
As the Sky Breaking Pearl entered his body, Jiang Fan’s long-tempered Seven Orifice Nascent Soul Cultivation broke through smoothly.
The Eighth Acupoint finally opened!
He had finally reached one of the realms most feared by those in the Nascent Soul Realm.
Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul!
Jiang Fan didn’t have ti to feel the greatly enriched Nascent Soul Power within.
His heart was extrely restless.
An uncontrollable madness spread in his heart.
He was about to enter a state of madness.
"Little Qilin, leave quickly, don’t co near for now!"
While his consciousness was still there, Jiang Fan hurriedly said.
The Little Qilin was worried and scared, then finally hugged Jiang Fan’s head once before using Instantaneous Movent to run away.
At this ti, Jiang Fan’s eyes were gradually turning red.
The clarity in his eyes was replaced bit by bit by madness.
He slowly stood up, stumbled about aimlessly.
At tis looking at the sky, at tis looking at the ground, murmuring intermittently:
"It is often said that life is unsatisfactory nine tis out of ten, like the moon often has deficiencies and rarely is full."
"But who decided this? Why can’t everything be satisfactory? Why must life have regrets? Why must there be partings by life and death?"
"My days are numbered, my life left only with a twilight glow, why should I have so many concerns?"
"I want everything to be satisfactory, I want no regrets for the rest of my life."
"If it is not perfect, I would rather destroy it!"
At that mont, he completely fell into madness.
An indescribable aura of madness emanated from his body, spreading around.
The Spiritual Sparse Tomb with its broken tombstone exploded without warning, leveling the ground.
The broken flowers around the tombstone all withered.
Jiang Fan stepped onto the grassland.
Where he walked, the withered grass turned into rotten mud.
A herd of cattle and sheep were swept by the madness, running away in panic, except for one la old bull that suddenly let out a tragic cry, its bones cracking inch by inch from the broken foot, then exploding into a cloud of blood.
The white clouds flowing across the sky, so to speak,
All flawed things are destroyed.
In the depths of Jiang Fan’s mind.
The Void Ancient Tree, the endless treetop, transmitted a hoarse voice:
"He actually walked the Path of Perfection."
"Life is long, how could it not leave a bit of regret?"
"Even gods let out long sighs in the river of ti."
Baihua Valley.
Peach blossoms blooming, butterflies flitting.
Under a peach tree, the Spirit Sound Priest was holding a brush, her lips curving in a slight smile, writing.
Suddenly.
She sensed sothing, and her smile vanished abruptly.
The brush in her hand was slapped onto the table, spilling ink and soiling the writing she had painstakingly finished.
That face, beyond joy or grief, surprisingly showed a hint of vitality.
"How could he walk the Path of Perfection?"
"Perfection, perfection, Demon Moon killed so many humans at Boundary Mountain, that’s the flaw in his heart."
"He will eventually kill Demon Moon, comfort the Boundary Mountain’s dead spirits, and nd the regrets!"
"Who taught him to walk this path?"
Her beautiful eyes changing, looking towards Jiang Fan’s direction, both angry and helpless.
Taicang State.
Qintian Bureau.
The Great Wine Sacrifice stood in the sky, overlooking the continent with his hands behind his back.
His brow slightly furrowed:
"At the end of this path, one needs the ans to reverse ti."
"Whose life doesn’t have regrets?"
"If there really are regrets, besides reversing ti, how else can they be redied?"
At this mont.
A strong spatial fluctuation erupted from the island in the Divine Weapon State.
Two bare-chested, dark-red-skinned burly n ca carrying a giant sword as black as ink, asuring one zhang.
"By the order of the master, we bring the pre-ordered top-grade spirit sword for the Great Wine Sacrifice."
The Great Wine Sacrifice retracted his gaze, landing on the black giant sword in front.
His eyes were filled with brilliance, he marveled: "No wonder your master made a prediction, it turns out the Outer Heaven teorite was used to create a Spiritual Artifact."
The original agreent was set for a month later.
Yet it ca several days early.
This was the first ti the artifact refining expert had delayed.
"Master said, perhaps this is the last ti to forge a top-grade spirit sword, and as it was at the request of the Great Wine Sacrifice, he used that mysterious teorite to forge it."
"Master also said, this teorite inherently possesses evil nature, those who cannot control it better not use it, lest they suffer backlash."
The Great Wine Sacrifice nodded slightly: "Indeed an Evil Sword."
"But, that doesn’t matter."
"A righteous person using evil techniques, even evil techniques beco righteous."
"An evil person using righteous techniques, even righteous techniques beco evil."
"A sword is rely a tool, its nature depends on the user."
The two placed down the Black Sword, bowed, and took their leave.
The Great Wine Sacrifice closed his eyes to sense the Black Sword, said: "It lacks an Artifact Spirit."
"This sword is full of evil nature, only resentful spirits can withstand its might."
"Finding a qualified Artifact Spirit is not easy."
Heavenly chanism Pavilion.
Fairy Yun Shang wiped her scented sweat, retracted her Divine Skills, and said: "Xiaoyun, today’s spar ends here."
"Digest this well, it will aid your cultivation."
Nangong Xiaoyun smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Sister Yun Shang."
Watching Fairy Yun Shang leave, Nangong Xiaoyun’s smile faded, replaced by a trace of guilt and complexity.
Suddenly, as if sensing sothing.
Her eyes flashed, and she hurried back to the secret chamber.
After closing the stone door, she set up a Sound Insulation Barrier.
Only then did she cautiously take out a carved piece of wood from her bosom.
It was clearly a rare Soul Nourishing Wood.
A precious Spirit Wood that nurtures the soul.
At this mont, a small soul, only the size of a fist, spiraled out from the wood.
Upon a closer look, it was actually the soul of Chen Jing!
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