When the first ray of light comes up in the morning, ye Lingfeng takes out the astrolabe, says goodbye to the people in the thousand demon cave, and turns into a light and leaves.


    Shahan, who sent Ye Lingfeng to leave, stood in the same place, staring at the direction of Ye Lingfeng''s departure. After a long time, he pinched his fingers tightly. His eyes showed a strong tenacity and expectation. He whispered in his heart: vast starry sky, wait, I Shahan will come!


    Half a day later, ye Lingfeng''s figure appeared in the sky of wanchu Holy Land in the southern region. Looking at the past has no original appearance.


    Originally, there were nine towering peaks, but now there is only the ninth peak left. No longer the holy land of the nine peaks in the past, there are only countless jagged rocks left after the magma dried up. This scene makes Ye Lingfeng feel endless.


    It can be said that this is the real starting point for ye Lingfeng to set foot on the road of cultivation!


    It was here that he realized that there were so many kinds of friars in the world, and he also found that he had a strong talent for Taoism It was here that his name spread all over the sky


    The battle of flying to the mountains made Yiye Dan master famous and opened the way of physical training. Everything started here.


    "This is the starting point of my path of cultivation, the first sect I have devoted to in my life, and it can be said that it is my second hometown..."


    Looking at the desolate land under him, ye Lingfeng felt sad, and the pictures in his eyes were blurred. It was as if when Wan Chu was still alive, the brothers from all walks of life were shouting on the mountain, and the picture of his private sale of condensate pills appeared in front of him again.


    But after the confusion, it is endless loss. Although his strength has soared, even in the vast starry sky, he can still win a place, but in the end, he can''t let these people who have passed away reappear.


    After a sigh, ye Lingfeng slowly walks towards the only remaining ninth peak. He returns to wanchu''s hometown this time. In addition to waiting for Wei Wuxian to bring back those martial brothers of the state of Qin and rebuild wanchu''s hometown, he also has an idea to explore the place where rosefinch was born and see if he can find any clues about the person who saved him in the rosefinch fairy house that day.


    The earth fire is raging, burning up the vegetation on the Jiufeng Mountain. No matter the library or the elixir cultivated by Xingyun danzun, they no longer exist. The only thing left is the reddish brown dry magmatic rock.


    But even so, for ye Lingfeng, who had been engraved in his heart for a long time, he soon found the courtyard where he used to live. Although the building is no longer there, the eye of the ground fire is still there, and it is still gushing out its fiery fire, flickering, as if welcoming Ye Lingfeng''s arrival.


    After sighing, ye Lingfeng raised his hand and took a wisp of ground fire. Looking at the fire in his palm, his heart was empty.


    "The more you will have to face the longer you will be apart in the future. If you can''t put it down, you will only live in pain all your life... " The soul of the bridge sighs and makes a sound.


    That voice, full of emotion, as it has seen countless similar scenes, have a deep experience.


    Not only it, but also the black emperor, who was held in his arms by Huo ling''er, was disappointed in his eyes. He seemed to agree with Qiao Hun''s words.


    Put it down? Simple two words, only 11 strokes, can really put it down?


    But if you don''t put it down, you will suffer for a lifetime. Is choosing to put it down really what friars must choose?


    Ye Lingfeng looks at the fire in the palm of his hand and is silent. Everything in the world is hard to know and easy to do. Everyone knows that it will be easy to put it down, but who can really put it down. Even Yang Tianshu, who cultivates luochadao for the sake of being strong, has a pale flower in his chest.


    At this time, since the sky suddenly dull thunder sounded, the original clear sky, suddenly cloudy, electric snake dance, a drop of clear rain from the sky splashed.


    The raindrop is cold, and ye Lingfeng doesn''t use his magic power to disperse it. Instead, he stands quietly in the rain, letting the rain wet his clothes.


    Rain can wash away the dust, he hopes the rain can also wash away the dust and emotion in his heart, reappear a clear heart.


    With the help of the rain, ye Lingfeng''s clothes were all wet in a short time. Even along the tip of eyebrows and hair bun, there were strands of water dripping to the ground, making a clear landing sound.


    Ye Lingfeng sits on the ground, regardless of this, just looking at Wan Chu under the rain curtain in front of him.


    This land was destroyed by fire. Perhaps the appearance of today''s rain will make this barren land reappear some vitality.


    The sound of rain, it seems that the world is particularly quiet, which makes Ye Lingfeng feel that some dull heart slightly stretched some.


    His thoughts spread all over the rain. He wanted the rain to wash his body and soul.


    However, after his mind melted into the thousands of raindrops, just a moment later, the raindrops fell on the ground, and the original drop turned into millions of drops, which also made Ye Lingfeng''s mind fall apart.


    But ye Lingfeng didn''t stop this process, but continued the whole process again and again, quietly sensing the process of rain falling from the sky, finally falling on the ground and infiltrating into the deepest part of the earth.With constant continuity and perception, ye Lingfeng feels that at this moment, he seems to have become a raindrop. Thousands of water vapor converged, turned into a raindrop, fell from the sky, and then fell heavily on the ground, announcing the end and beginning of a cycle.


    "The rain is born in the earth, becomes in the sky, and dies in the earth. This process is the life of rain, but it is also like the life of man! What we can''t put down is the rain, and what we can put down is the clouds floating in the sky.... "


    This kind of perception makes Ye Lingfeng''s eyes reflect and murmur: "although the clouds are beautiful, they are hanging in the sky, without roots and foundations. A gust of wind can disperse them and blow them out of the sky; but the rain, though its life is short, can appreciate the beauty of heaven and earth, but can infiltrate all things. Although life is short, its magnificence is better than thousands of years in the air... "


    With the murmuring, ye Lingfeng''s eyes are more and more bright. At the end, they are more like two bright lights in the deep rain.


    "I will never let go of what I have experienced, even when I have been to God, even when I have been to the immortals. Maybe, as you say, there will be pain for life, but such pain is better than emptiness... "


    After a long time, ye Lingfeng gets up slowly, looks at the black emperor and the bridge soul, and makes a deep voice, expressing his feeling of letting go.


    Black emperor and Bridge soul are silent, chewing Ye Lingfeng''s words, but unfortunately, although they have some understanding, they can not clearly perceive.