He slowly removed the hand that was pressed on his forehead.

Originally, he was doing this to relieve his headache, but now he doesn't need it, because at the moment he seems to be in a strange state.

The hustle and bustle of the world suddenly faded, and the emotions that tormented him day after day all receded, and even the continuous pain just now seemed to be isolated by something.

For some reason, he didn't feel the slightest pain, nor did he feel any madness or remorse. He stared at the slowly falling immortal, and suddenly he wanted to laugh.

"Ha ......" will definitely really laugh. He laughed intermittently, and there was a little bit of inconspicuous breath in the low laughter, as if he had laughed too hard to breathe.

He knew his reaction wasn't normal. A normal person may cry sadly when he sees his lover killed, or he may be grief-stricken, but he will never laugh out loud as abruptly as he did.

But he couldn't help it, he just wanted to laugh at the moment. Uncontrollable laughter spilled down his throat, lonely echoing across the desolate plane.

He should have laughed. Think about what he's been through in his life?

For the king to fight on the battlefield, in the end the country is ruined, longing for relatives and friends to come back to life, after all, foolish dreams. After decades of confusion, he finally met an immortal who could touch his heart, so he desperately surrendered all his remaining emotions.

He restrained himself again and again for the sake of immortality, and hibernate quietly again and again. Even if he was emotionally out of control and on the verge of madness, as long as that person called, he could endure until he came to his senses. But the result?

As a result, Changsheng was pierced through the heart by a sword in front of him.

He watched, just like he watched his loved one die a hundred years ago, and he couldn't do anything, he couldn't change anything.

Originally, he thought that his inner demons were caused by the wars in the small world. The king who had fooled the whole country made it impossible for him to trust others anymore, and the successive deaths of relatives and friends made him obsessed with the past.

But today's scene made Jiang Jue suddenly realize that he was wrong. He was utterly wrong.

His inner demon has never been deceived by the king and abandoned his loyalty, nor has his relatives and friends died alone, his inner demon has always had only one, that is, he can never protect the existence he wants to protect.

This is true of his country, of his relatives and friends, and of his lover.

After all, he still had nothing.

This hundred years of lingering time, the cultivation of the peak of the Immortal Emperor of the Great Thousand Worlds, at this moment, seems to be more like a big joke. If this is a rare joke, as the only listener, why shouldn't he laugh?

Of course he was going to laugh.

And just as he was chuckling, he felt something in his soul slowly sink silent. The moment that thing fell completely silent, the spiritual power in his body suddenly increased wildly at a terrifying rate.

But Jiang Jue doesn't care about anything anymore. He just let the spiritual power in his body churn and surge, allowing it to spread rapidly from under his feet to all directions.

The vast spiritual power swept every inch of the plane, and as the spiritual power continued to cover, the scene of the entire plane also underwent earth-shaking changes, and the originally cold and deserted plane suddenly became noisy, and even babbling and singing sounded not far away.

Jiang Jue's consciousness was also suddenly in a trance for a moment, and when he woke up again, he had already turned into a posture of reclining against the railing.

He would never want to find out how all this happened, because whatever happened at the moment didn't matter to him. However, when he casually raised his eyes to glimpse the sudden change in his body, his already dead heart suddenly beat violently twice.

"It's here...... It turned out to be here. The moment he saw his surroundings clearly, he almost muttered to the enchanted land. The place he was in at this moment was clearly the restaurant he used to go to a hundred years ago before he cultivated it!

One moment he was still standing on the desolate land and chuckling, but the next second he suddenly appeared in the restaurant of Xiaoqianjie, holding a wine glass and lazily listening to the song whose name he had long forgotten.

It's a fantasy, isn't it? His instincts told him that everything in front of him was an illusion, and that it was even likely that this would be his last test before stepping into the Immortal Realm.

As for what triggered this test...... Maybe it was because his heart had died just now, causing the inner demon to have nowhere to temporarily subside, so he accidentally met the conditions for stepping into the immortal realm.

The tables beside him seemed to be chatting in twos and threes, and he didn't bother to listen to what they had to say, he just stared intently at the overflowing glass between his fingers, and the crisp wine reflected his face a hundred years ago.

That face should have been full of unruliness, but now it was only a happy and sad expression.

After watching it for a while, he raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, and the wine flowing through his throat was not the spicy and warm he was familiar with, but meek with a bit of lingering sweetness.

He was not surprised by this, because a hundred years ago he didn't like to drink at all. At that time, the reason why I poured the wine and held it in my hand was just to smell the wisps of light wine.

Just as Jiang was pouring himself a drink in silence, the spirit card that was placed casually on the table suddenly vibrate, as if he had received a new message. After a slight pause in the action of pouring the wine, he stared at the spirit card with his eyes down, and did not move for a long time.

Even if he didn't pick up the spirit card, he knew who sent the message, and he could even clearly tell what the message was about. It was a message from his mother, and as for the content of the message......

The content of the news is: Your father died on the battlefield, the prince has put on his armor and set out to fight, and you will return quickly.

Jiang Jue put down the wine jar and raised his hand to click on the spirit card, and the content written on the card was exactly the same as the one in his memory. The mother has always been like this, she will never show sadness and helplessness in front of others, and she will try not to let her children feel the pressure of death.

It is this calm style between the lines, and it is this gentleness that always smiles and encourages him, so that Jiang Jue forgets that she is an ordinary person after all, and she also has the soft and fragile side of an ordinary woman.

So much so that in the end, he didn't realize that his mother had long been sick, and the only thing he could do was to rush back from the battlefield as soon as possible and watch her die of depression in front of his eyes.

After reading this news, Jiang never immediately got up and rushed back. He quietly felt the surging spiritual power in his body, and then said to himself again in his heart: This is just an illusion.

Yes, it's just a fantasy.

If this wasn't an illusion, at least he should still be a mortal at the moment, not the immortal emperor who was about to step into the immortal realm, and if this wasn't an illusion, at least he should still be holding a mortal sword at the moment, not the pitch-black long sword that had been with him for many years.

So it's just a fantasy. If it wasn't an illusion, he would have ...... long ago

"Hey, can you give us this position? You're only one person, you don't need to occupy such a big table, do you?"

At this moment, the footsteps of five men came from far and near, and along with them the noisy voice. And Jiang Jue is still immersed in his own thoughts, as if he had not heard of everything.

"Hey, call you! Did you hear it? It's useless to pretend to be stupid, you can think clearly, don't toast and don't eat and drink!" The man who was just thinking about changing positions with the general also became angry when he saw this, and his tone became more and more unkind.

"I told you not to pretend! let me just say a word, if you don't speak, believe it or not, I can make you speechless forever!"

After the man finished his cruel words, he found that Jiang Jue still didn't react, and he suddenly felt embarrassed in front of his friends, and he simply didn't continue to talk nonsense in anger.

I saw that he walked quickly close to Jiang Jue, and wanted to push Jiang Jue off the stool directly, and give the other party an unforgettable lesson by the way.

However, before he could touch the final moment, his outstretched right hand was easily pierced by a chopstick. But in the blink of an eye, his entire palm, along with half of the chopsticks, had been deeply embedded in the wooden table in front of him.

The man who was still showing off his might just now screamed in an instant, and the miserable wail even completely covered the singing downstairs.

"My hand! Let go! Let go! I was wrong! Please, spare me this time!"

The man struggled frantically to remove his hand, and Jiang would just reach out a finger and gently touch the end of the chopsticks. It was this finger that made him unable to move a single inch no matter how hard he tried, and he could only beg for mercy over and over again.

At this time, the other four people who came with the man also reacted, but they were more or less afraid of the ruthlessness of the general, and they didn't know whether to help for a while. After hesitating for a moment, they finally chose to stand on the sidelines and watch the situation develop.

"What do you want? I swear, as long as you spare me, I will promise you whatever you say!"

The man who had initially provoked the trouble said everything he could think of to beg for mercy, but there was still no response. In desperation, he even wondered if Jiang was definitely a mute, which is why he didn't say a word for so long.

“…… Does it hurt?" The general, who was suspected of being mute, suddenly asked. His voice was no longer low, but dry and hoarse, like a man in a long drought struggling to pray for water.

"What?" the troublemaker was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Did he hear it wrong? The first thing the ruthless man who pierced his palm said to him was to ask him if it hurt? Could it be that this person was teasing him?

"I ask you, does it hurt?" said the general, who didn't change his expression, but asked him again.

"It hurts, it almost hurts me to death!" the man couldn't figure out what Jiang Jue meant by asking, but he still gritted his teeth and answered the question semi-exaggeratedly.

"Really...... If it hurts, it means that all this may not be an illusion?" said the general after hearing this, as if he were talking to himself. Then he let go of the fingers pressed on the chopsticks, and slowly stood up, untying the black cloth wrapped around the long sword inch by inch.

The moment the black cloth is untied, the sword will be drawn out of its sheath. However, instead of stabbing others with his sword, he turned his wrist and let the sword turn around and pierce his own chest.

"Shhh...... This guy is simply crazy!! "The people in the restaurant who were watching the excitement were also a little panicked when they saw this, they were not afraid that Jiang Jue would have three long and two short, they were just afraid that Jiang Jue would suddenly go crazy and affect them.

"It really hurts...... "When others panicked, Jiang Jue just pressed the wound and sighed softly. Since it really hurts, is it really possible that this place is not an illusion?

If this wasn't an illusion, what if he really went back to a hundred years ago with his cultivation......? Does he have the slightest chance to change everything that makes him regret?

There is very little chance that you will know that this is not an illusion. However, as long as there is the slightest possibility, as long as there is the slightest possibility, he can't resist igniting hope.

While thinking like this, he casually pulled out the long sword that pierced into his body. The sparkling red blood soaked through his thin clothes, and his dark eyes showed a strange madness.

At this moment, the entire restaurant was strangely quiet because of his actions. In the midst of this silence, Changsheng, who had been mistaken for a dead general, walked over step by step with a sword in his hand, and finally stopped in front of the general's body with a subtle expression.

However, neither Jiang Jue nor the other guests in the restaurant cast any eyes on the sudden appearance of Changsheng, as if they were ignoring his existence together.

Or that the word "ignore" is not used appropriately, they are more like they don't see the figure of immortality at all.

And at this moment, Changsheng didn't care about this, he just stared at the face of the man in front of him quietly.

Rather than understanding why he appeared in the restaurant as soon as he came to his senses, why no one could see him, why he was able to pass through the crowd and penetrate the tables and chairs, he wanted to know who the man who was now half-leaning on the railing and sheathing his sword was now.

Is it the amnesiac Chang Jue he is familiar with, or the Immortal Emperor Jiang Jue, who is known as the "strongest person in the Three Thousand Worlds"?