But can reversing life and death really be so effortless? Before the person behind the scenes could erge to celebrate the rebirth with their own brothers and sisters.
These resurrected disciples of Qionghua Sect sensed sothing was amiss, their vitality continuously slipping away. Their once youthful faces aged in an instant, black hair turned to white, and it seed as if the passage of ti had concentrated into this single mont.
Ti is the most formidable force in this world; when it descended upon these resurrected disciples of Qionghua Sect, no one could stand in its way.
All they could do was watch helplessly as they aged, their souls beginning to muddle. The erosion of ti was so mighty that within a brief period, these cultivators stepped towards frailty, welcoming the impending death.
"No, how could this be, why is this happening?" The Mysterious Person roared in anger, frantically trying to stimulate the power of the array.
Nine stone pillars shone with blinding light, countless streams of vitality surged from the earth’s depths, replenishing everyone’s life, yet under the power of ti, it all seed futile.
No matter how much vitality flooded their bodies, it could not stop their aging and death; it was a fate already sealed, with no chance of alteration.
"Why, I had already succeeded." The Mysterious Person sat listlessly on the ground, lifting his head in confusion, his eyes filled only with bewildernt.
Resurrecting his brothers and sisters had long beco his sole obsession in this world; it was the hope that sustained him through the endless march of ti.
Even if his hands were stained with blood, even if his actions bordered on the Demon Path, he still clenched his teeth and persevered, for he held hope in his heart.
Soday, he believed he would be practicing cultivation with his brothers and sisters within the Sect again, chatting about everything under the sun.
However, at this mont, all hope shattered; the deepest despair in life is to watch hope crumble before your eyes, and his world had plunged into darkness.
And on the ruins’ ground, the ruthless passage of ti continued to ravage, with countless just-resurrected disciples of Qionghua Sect not even having the chance to rejoice in their rebirth before facing their imminent demise again.
"Junior Sister, I have always been fond of you, just too dazzling for to dare to confess," an old man, nearing his end, said with a weak smile to an old woman with silver hair before him.
"Fool, I’ve been waiting for you to say that for so long."
In the end, the two embraced, welcoming their final death, which in a way, was another form of growing old together.
Countless others were bidding their farewells, as people who had already died once were no longer as fearful of death as before. Since they could not change their fate, they could only choose to accept it gracefully.
Watching countless people saying their goodbyes, gracefully accepting their death, those from Qinglian Sword Sect present all felt the impermanence of life and death, and were deeply moved.
"I’m sorry, it is my incompetence!" A sobbing voice arose, as the Mysterious Person suddenly appeared among the crowd.
He knelt on the ground, wailing with apologies. He shouldered the bla for failing to resurrect his brothers and sisters, and it was hard to imagine that a middle-aged man, the architect of such a sche, would turn out this way.
The disciples, now greatly aged, surrounded him, using their hands to comfort this man lost in deep despair.
"It’s not your fault, you’ve done enough already."
"Being able to see this realm again is all thanks to you!" soone said, consoling him.
"Indeed, we are all people who have already died once, death isn’t as terrifying as we imagined!"
These encouraging words suddenly made him feel like he was back in the past, but seeing the aged faces of his brothers, he couldn’t help but shed tears.
"You’ve had a hard ti over these years." Everyone used their own words to encourage this despairing man.
They knew all too well how difficult it was for one person to stand guard alone through the long years, and this man had already given too much for the Qionghua Sect.
All the people clustered around the middle-aged man, consoling this pitiable man in their final way. In the years to co, he would have to continue alone, until death arrived.
As ti passed, these elderly people continuously left this world. They passed peacefully, without too much pain, perhaps this was the last consolation for the middle-aged man.
When everyone had returned to death, the middle-aged man collapsed on the ground, no longer caring about the Qinglian Sword Sect mbers standing beside him, still imrsed in that fleeting warmth.
This was the only light in his long period of ti.
The array, no longer maintained, finally perished, and the Mirage Dragon in the sky had already been sacrificed; a Dragon Ball fell from the sky.
Suddenly a hand reached out from the void, catching the Dragon Ball that was about to fall to the ground, it was Lin Fang.
Space fluctuated, and Lin Fang, with Senior Sister Zhao, slowly walked out, looking at the debris-strewn ground and sighed softly.
"Fate, ah!"
His arrival imdiately caught everyone’s attention. The Qinglian Sword Sect’s people did not know the extent of Lin Fang’s strength, but how could soone who survived in such a situation until now be simple?
"Thank you, Senior, for allowing this to happen!" the middle-aged man bowed deeply with great respect.
He had already guessed that Lin Fang had deliberately refrained from acting. Otherwise, with Lin Fang’s strength, his own array would likely have never succeeded, given that Lin Fang had already uncovered the secret within the ruins by that point.
"The way of life and death is the fundantal path between heaven and earth. To reverse life and death, there is only a slim chance at the very beginning; otherwise, the power of ti follows like a shadow," Lin Fang sighed as he spoke, having guessed the outco from the beginning.
"I was too greedy," the middle-aged man said with a bitter smile.
"Perhaps it’s ti to let go."
The middle-aged man released the obsession in his heart and crushed a jade stone in his hand. Instantly, violent tremors echoed throughout the ruins as the earth began to crack, and a white dragon slowly erged from underground, with antlers like a deer, a cal’s head, rabbit’s eyes, a snake’s neck, a mirage’s belly, fish’s scales, eagle’s claws, tiger’s paws, and ox’s ears.
The giant pupil stared at the people on the ground, bringing an endless oppressive might. The Qinglian Sword Sect’s people felt like they were under the crushing force of Mount Tai.
They clenched their teeth, struggling with all their might against the White Dragon’s overwhelming pressure.
"Where is Yan Ruyu?" the majestic voice of the White Dragon echoed within the ruins.
The middle-aged man looked at the White Dragon dancing in the sky and showed a look of apology on his face.
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