C206 Shang

This place was drowned by the light of swords and sabers. The entire sky had lost its color. Duanmu Kuang was curled up in the tiny Yuan Qi light barrier, lying on the ground. He could only watch helplessly as all of this happened. He was powerless to stop it.

Tears blurred his eyes and drenched his clothes. They formed a small river on his face. Everything in front of him was so surreal. He saw Lyi Hentian's figure gradually fading away. Then, it slowly disappeared. Finally, tears covered his eyes, and everything became hazy. He couldn't see anything anymore.

There was a moment when Duanmu Kuang wondered whether his eyes had been blinded because of the tears. In fact, all of this had only happened in his dream, and it had not happened in reality.

Boom!

Finally, with a loud sound, the dust settled. When the sky regained its brightness, everything returned to normal. There were no longer any blade lights or sword shadows in this place. There was no longer any trace of Lyi Hentian in this world.

There was only a 30-meter wide rift left on the ground, which looked so abrupt and bottomless. It was a shocking sight.

"Master..." Duanmu Kuang's eyes were red, and there were no tears in his eyes. His tear ducts had dried up a long time ago. He wanted to cry, but he could not.

The Yuan Qi light barrier that wrapped around him lost control of Lyi Hentian and became dim. It began to slowly dissipate. He struggled and the light barrier broke with a bang.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

After Duanmu Kuang broke free of the light shield, he ran as fast as he could and rushed to the edge of the rift on the ground. He fell to the ground, trying to find that familiar figure. Unfortunately, the rift was so dark that he couldn't see the bottom. Other than the fiery hot wind left behind after the energy explosion, there was nothing else.

"What about Master? Where did Master go? Did he hide? "

In the sky, on the ground, and in the rift, there was no trace of Lyi Hentian, as if he had never appeared before. He had disappeared without a trace, and there was no longer this person in this world.

"Master, don't play anymore. Come out now. We have to go back." Although Duanmu Kuang knew that Lyi Hentian was no longer there, he was unwilling to accept this fact. He shouted loudly, trying to summon that familiar figure back.

A gust of wind blew past, causing sand and dust to roll in the air. After that, everything returned to normal. The world was silent, and no one replied. All of their hopes and desires were completely shattered at this moment.

Lyi Hentian was truly dead this time. He wasn't like the past where he had only used up too much of his soul body. When he fought against the blade radiance and dragged it down to the ground, his soul was destroyed, and in the end, the blade light was destroyed. Meanwhile, he also disappeared from this world, never to appear again.

"Master... even you are going to leave me?" Duanmu Kuang collapsed to the ground. The light in his eyes seemed to have been taken away along with Lyi Hentian's departure. There was no more spirit in his eyes.

He had accompanied him for ten years, from childhood to youth. This wretched old man had always been by his side. He had accompanied him, taught him, and was one of the most important people in his life. He was even closer than family. But now, in order to save him, Lyi Hentian had rushed to the Yellow Springs. He would never come back after leaving his side.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Even though he was saved and had escaped from the hands of that terrifying enemy, Duanmu Kuang was still injured. This was because his life was exchanged with the life of his closest kin. It was difficult for him to bear such a heavy injury.

How many years had one's life been? Furthermore, he was only a fifteen-year-old child. The kindness Lyi Hentian had shown him during these ten years was even heavier than a mountain. How could he bear it?

"Master, you shouldn't have died. The one who died should be me. It was me who harmed you." At this moment, Duanmu Kuang sobbed silently. Hot liquid dripped down from his face and onto the ground.

It was tears of grief. They were dried up, and only blood flowed out from the eye sockets. It was bright red and dazzling. When it dripped onto the ground, it bloomed even more brilliantly than flowers. It was a shocking sight.

He felt great grief in his heart. He felt that he was an inauspicious person. No one who had anything to do with him would have a good end. First, it was the people from his clan who were silenced, and then it was Lyi Hentian. In order to save him, his body and soul were wiped out.

If it wasn't for him, Lyi Hentian wouldn't have died. Why did that person want to kill him? And how did that person find him? What exactly happened in between?

Just thinking about it made Duanmu Kuang feel cold all over his body. There was sorrow in his heart. In this one year, all his family members had left him. Now, even Lyi Hentian had left, leaving him to face this great world alone. How sad was this?

One could imagine what kind of path he was going to embark on in the future. He might only be left with revenge and blood. Even if he was able to dominate heaven and earth in the future, stand at the absolute peak, he would still be without family, no longer having family to accompany him in this world.

"Heavens, why are you doing this to me? Are you really that heartless? Even my last family member has to be taken away from me... " Sorrow came from his heart. Duanmu Kuang threw his head back and roared at the sky.

Everything in front of him had changed. It was tainted by the blood tears, as if it had been dyed red by the thick and turbid blood. Everything in his field of vision had turned scarlet.

The sky, the earth, and even everything in the world had turned red at this moment.

In the haze, he seemed to already be able to foresee his own bad future. This was a path filled with slaughter and ruthlessness. There was no path of return, no end in sight.

One day, he would stand alone in this world, accompanying the divine way alone. There was nothing in this world anymore. All of the innocence and liveliness were replaced by heaviness. Only loneliness and coldness remained, as well as that ancient wound. It had existed for eons. What kind of desolate scene was this?

"Hehe... What Heavenly Dao? There is no justice in this world, the strong prey on the weak. Good people will die a horrible death. That person, I will definitely kill you. And this lousy Heavenly Dao... One day, I will go against it as well." Duanmu Kuang was injured like that. He laughed from the extreme pain, and his face was filled with bitterness and misery.

Then, he knelt on the ground and stared blankly at the rift on the ground. That was where his master had fallen. He didn't say anything, no longer moving. Only after a few hours did he get up and leave.

"The heavens love the heavens, and the heavens love the old. The heavens are heartless, and they view all living things like straw dogs. They shouldn't exist... When I reach the peak in the future, I will definitely destroy my enemies' fate. I will not let down my master in my previous life. "

A few days later, someone found this place, discovering a line of words. It was carved on the ground with fresh blood, the bloodstains multicolored.

Duanmu Kuang was in a daze, like a walking corpse, staggering as he walked. He left this place, leaving this place of grief.

He returned to the human settlement and arrived at a restaurant. He ordered the most intense wine and the most spicy dishes, and then he drank wildly through the night.

That night, Duanmu Kuang was completely drunk and drunk like mud. He originally wasn't good at drinking, but at this moment, it was as if he was a whale swallowing a cow. The wine was poured down one bowl after another.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." He drank very quickly, and he would often choke. However, he ignored them and drank one jar after another. It was as if only by doing so could he turn the grief in his heart into tears. He swallowed them one mouthful after another.