The voice of the Undying Elder fell, and the vast void instantly fell into a dead silence.
Endless snow devoured all, shrouding the void.
Countless cultivators were stunned, gazing blankly at the figure in the boundless void, seemingly yet to recover from the shocking scene just now.
Faced with the words of the Undying Elder, not a single person in the vast world dared to refute, as countless contemporary giants were already drenched in cold sweat, terrified out of their wits.
That was the founding ancestor of the Divine Sword Sect, the first-generation old sect leader, the Undying Sword Venerable, whose might had dominated countless ages. Even in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range, or the entire Nanming Dynasty, the royal race would surely refer to him respectfully as Sire.
Although the words of the Undying Elder were calm and affable, none of the saints dared to respond, as the entire Cangqiong Peak was excessively quiet. This was the power of the strong, suppressing countless eras, intimidating a vast world.
In this world where the strong are revered, if you are powerful enough, sometimes a single sentence can reverse the tides.
After intimidating the countless old saints and contemporary giants, the gaze of the Undying Elder slowly settled again on Ye Xiaofan.
"The time I can remain in this world is limited. You only have one month left. If there are any unfulfilled wishes, finish them quickly within this time."
"But remember, I can only give you time, ten days at most. After ten days, you must return to the South Peak, where I will set up an array altar on top to grant you a chance, fulfilling his last wish."
It was clear, from the words of the Undying Elder, that this world no longer had space for Ye Xiaofan. He could only stay in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range for a month. After a month, the Sword Saint’s descendant must leave this world; otherwise, once the Undying Elder departs, the endless old saints and contemporary giants will surely return.
After finishing his words, the Undying Elder sighed gently and then ignored all others, slowly closing his eyes, standing like a rock in the boundless snow and wind.
At this moment, the Undying Celestial Venerable seemed to merge entirely with this world.
Ye Xiaofan, following the voice, suppressed his deep grief, bowed deeply to the aged figure atop the snowy peak, with a new depth of sorrow in his eyes.
From the words of the Undying Elder, it was not hard to discern that the Sword Saint might have contacted the Undying Elder through some unique means years ago, leaving behind a shocking opportunity in his final moments, which was the ’fortune’ the Undying Elder was about to offer next.
However, Ye Xiaofan’s heart was not filled with supposed excitement or exhilaration, only boundless emptiness and desolation.
At this moment, he could distinctly feel that he had lost something that would never return.
Slowly turning, dragging his weary steps, staring at the path he came from, filled with mountains of corpses and blood, now riddled with scars.
Under the gaze of countless cultivators, the boy slowly headed towards the area where a bitter battle had taken place, looking at the blood-soaked land, walking like a lifeless shell towards the boundless mountains of corpses and sea of blood.
The countless cultivators lifted their gazes slowly, blankly watching all this, unclear about the shadow’s intention.
Only at a certain moment did everyone finally understand what he intended to do.
He was collecting the bodies of those who died in battle because of him.
For those with incomplete bodies, he painstakingly searched in the mountains of corpses and sea of blood, piecing them together as best as he could.
Under the attention of boundless cultivators, Ye Xiaofan, like a child who lost his home, ceaselessly searched throughout the vast world for familiar presences, painstakingly collecting Yin Tianzheng and others, as best as he could.
Time slowly passed; countless strong individuals watched the scene, their eyes filled with emotion, particularly the cultivators from the Divine Sword Sect and the giants, with waves of tremors rising in their hearts.
At this moment, Ye Xiaofan’s mind underwent a monumental transformation. As he collected Yin Tianzheng and others, his psychological journey also grew rapidly.
Until this day, the once naive boy finally matured, growing not only in strength and cultivation but also in some indescribable aspect.
This scene even prompted the Undying Elder to slightly open his eyes, watching the solitary figure searching across the vast region, letting out a long sigh.
In another area of the boundless void, the arrival of the Undying Elder and others also forced the carnage led by Nangong Jianchen to a halt.
In that Heaven, countless strong individuals stood idly, blankly watching this scene.
Beside Nangong Jianchen, hundreds of Saint Realm guardians watched the shadow, seemingly finally understanding why their ’Young Master’ would risk everything to support.
Time was astonished.
An hour later.
The sky above the Divine Sword Sect’s realm was already destroyed, the heavens fragmented, unable to recover for a long time.
However, at this moment, the vast region was eerily silent.
The South Peak remained the South Peak, except it was now adorned with several new graves, all personally buried by Ye Xiaofan.
But in that mountain of corpses and sea of blood, he still couldn’t find that most familiar presence; now the Sword Saint had been obliterated, disappearing completely from this world.
Ye Xiaofan gently stroked a garment once worn by his master, folded it neatly, and carefully placed it on the South Peak, personally carving a small piece of bluestone from South Peak into a tombstone, and etching prominent letters one by one.