Changsheng raised his eyes to look at Jiang Jue with a complicated expression, from the man's overly handsome and fierce face, to his right hand with the spatial ring, to the pitch-black long sword he held in his hand.

After half a ring, he finally looked away slightly. The facts have become obvious, the will is the long-term, and the long-term is the long-term.

Although everything was clarified, there was a moment when Changsheng regretted it a little.

He regretted that he had walked to the side of the general today, and regretted that he had looked at the other party so carefully. Although he had vaguely guessed Changjue's true identity before, guessing and confirming were different after all.

He was a very defensive man himself. If it were just speculation, he could barely control himself from doubting his friend, and he would convince himself over and over again not to delve into the cause.

But if the facts are already in front of him, he really can't turn a blind eye anymore. He will subconsciously think about the other party's intention to hide his identity so that he can weigh the pros and cons.

Such a suspicious personality is not suitable for getting along with people, but it can save him a lot of trouble, so Changsheng never thought of changing it. This time, nature is no exception.

Thinking about the reason why the general has to hide his identity to be by his side, apart from the immortal realm that all the immortal emperors dream of, what else can there be?

Changsheng looked at Jiang Jue, who didn't know what he was thinking, and sank his mind and began to recall what had happened before.

Before, on that desolate plane, the dark golden noble sword was about to fall into his hands and recognize him as the master, but at this moment, a pitch-black long sword suddenly appeared in midair, and it quickly squeezed away the gorgeous long sword, piercing straight into his heart.

All this happened too fast, so fast that the immortal didn't have time to dodge, and he could only barely use his spiritual power to protect his heart.

Strangely, however, he didn't suffer much harm in the end. Because this sword seemed to be able to be somewhere between the virtual and the real, he could feel that most of the sword body that pierced into his body was illusory.

This made him feel only a slight tingling, as if someone had lightly taken a drop of blood from his heart.

Then Changsheng suddenly realized that this sword had never intended to kill him, it was just using this domineering and decisive way to take his blood and recognize him as its master.

The sudden threat of death suddenly disappeared, and Changsheng slowly calmed down. It was then that he heard the sound of a low laugh from the general.

The laughter was sarcastic and desolate, filled with a lonely madness.

Changsheng heard the sound and looked at it, only to find that Jiang Jue didn't know when he opened his eyes and was staring at him in a trance. And the man's eyes at that moment were really ...... It's hard to describe.

At that moment, the eyes were absolutely blank, as if hovering on the edge of dream and reality. And as his laughter intensified, the glimmer in his eyes faded inch by inch, and at the end......

Changsheng recalled the last look in his eyes, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

In the end, there was no light in the man's eyes, and he was already disillusioned.

Changsheng didn't expect that the scene of his heart piercing would make Jiang Jue so desperate, and after he was stunned, he wanted to tell the other party that he was fine.

But at that time, the eyes of the general were already empty, and the man's body suddenly burst out with extremely powerful spiritual power, and the surging spiritual power instantly pressed him and seriously injured his inside.

If it weren't for the sword that had already confessed to the Lord and protected him in turn, he might have died on the spot.

However, even if he didn't die, Changsheng couldn't support it and collapsed. He tried to say something in pain, but when he opened his mouth, he was not talking at all, but vomiting blood.

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, Changsheng's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he finally lost consciousness and fainted. When he woke up again, he appeared in this restaurant, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the lonely back of the person who was leaning on the railing.

The final state of the general was really reassuring to him, so he forced himself to suppress the injury and walked in front of the general. But what Changsheng didn't expect was that what he saw was not the face he was familiar with, but a face that everyone in the Three Thousand Worlds knew.

It was the face of the Immortal Emperor.

That's what this man really looks like. While Changsheng was thinking like this, he suddenly wanted to laugh too.

After knowing the true identity of the other party, he naturally understood his current situation. At this moment, he was probably in an illusion, and this illusion was likely to be the test before stepping into the immortal realm.

As for why he himself is here......

"Absolutely. Thinking of this, Changsheng frowned and called tentatively, but the general standing opposite him did not react at all.

In this regard, Changsheng was not surprised. Just as he guessed, he had strayed here by accident, so his entire existence was directly blocked by the illusion.

At this moment, in this illusion, he is like a spectator with no sense of existence. He could watch it all happen, but he couldn't touch anything, he couldn't change anything.

Jiang definitely didn't hear Changsheng's call at all, and he didn't even notice that Changsheng was standing in front of him at this moment. His eyes were dark, and his whole person exuded a terminally ill lifeless aura and a bit of madness.

Jiang Jue slowly raised his left hand, which was not holding the sword, and slashed lightly in the air, and the void touched by his fingertips cracked inch by inch, finally revealing a crack that was one person high, and what appeared behind the crack seemed to be a scene of heavy rain.

The momentum he brought with him when he used his spiritual power continued to oppress the people around him, causing some guys who couldn't see the situation clearly to curse in a low voice. Some of them called him a "weirdo", some called him "pretentious", but more of them called him a "madman".

No matter how quietly they scolded, Jiang Jue could hear it clearly. He didn't bother with these people, just tugged at the corners of his mouth invisibly, revealing a slightly mocking smile.

"Ha......" the general sneered in an unusually calm voice, "Crazy? I'm very conscious now." ”

As he spoke, he walked through the crack as if no one was around, and the hoarse tail note disappeared into the air along with the crack.

After hearing this, Changsheng paused slightly as he walked into the crack. He stared at the back of the general and sighed almost inaudibly.

He didn't know much about Jiang Jue's past, but with Jiang Jue's casual words in the past, "The general is dead, only Jiang Jue" and the legends about the resurrection of the dead that the other party occasionally mentioned, it was enough for him to make up a lot of things in his brain.

For Jiang Jue, the past experience may be a nightmare that cannot be shaken off. Now that this nightmare is happening again, can this man really bear it?

Changsheng closed his eyes and forcibly collected his thoughts. No matter whether he can stand it or not, his cultivation of the foundation realm will not help him at all. In that case, what's the benefit of overthinking?

Will never feel the gaze of the immortal, and since he stepped out of the crack, his mind has been frantically shouting with all kinds of thoughts.

He still remembers that when he received the news, it took him ten full days to rush back to his hometown, and in those ten days, his grandfather was also killed.

But now it's different. Now that he has the cultivation of the Immortal Emperor, he cut through the space and passed through the crack, and returned to his mansion in an instant.

And does that mean that he can still see his grandfather? Does that mean that he can really change all that ridiculousness?

At this moment, it is raining heavily in Xiaoqian World, and there is no half pedestrian figure on the entire street.

After being silent for a while, Jiang Jue suddenly withdrew the spiritual power around him, letting the cold rain wash over his eyebrows. Even though his clothes were wet and embarrassed, he still stood alone in front of the mansion, quietly tracing the outline of the mansion with that trance-like gaze.

He looked at it over and over again, and finally fixed his eyes on the two quaint stone lions in front of the door.

Jiang Jue slowly took two steps forward, and he reached out and gently rubbed the slightly rough head of the stone lion on his left. When his fingers accidentally scratched the back of the stone lion's head, he slammed his movements.

Then he walked quickly to the stone lion on the right, and after seeing the faint handwriting engraved on the back of the stone lion on the right, he closed his eyes gently.

The rain beat against his overly stiff face again and again, and when the wisps of raindrops ran down his forehead and across the corners of his eyes, it looked like he was crying at first glance.

In fact, there is nothing earth-shattering carved on these two stone lions.

The handwriting on the left side was engraved when he was a child, and the inscription reads: "I will never be a general!"

And the handwriting on the right side was secretly engraved by the younger brother when he was playing with his younger brother many years later. At that time, the younger brother didn't show him what he carved anyway, and at that time, he only said that the younger brother also had his own secrets, but he really didn't ask about this matter again.

It was only today that he knew what his younger brother had carved back then. The younger brother also engraved six words in the same position, and the sentence he carved was: "I serve in the army for my brother!"

After seeing these two lines, Jiang Jue suddenly remembered a lot of things. He remembered when he was a child and refused to return home by the stone lion, and he also remembered the way he climbed up the stone lion with his young brother in his arms and laughed openly.

His younger brother was gentle, wise, loyal, and stoic. is such a young brother, but he also died. He died in the Jedi of the Little Thousand Worlds, under the bite of the fierce beast.

Jiang Jue still remembers the feeling when he searched all over that plane, only to find his younger brother's bloody clothes and scattered white bones. The feeling that the last loved one has also passed away, how can the words "grief-stricken" be exhausted?

"Don't cry......" Changsheng stood at the side of the general and looked at him, even though he knew that the general would not be able to hear, even if he knew that the general would not be able to restrain himself when he touched the scene now, he still spoke in a low voice.

If you have cried at this gate, how can you survive this nightmarish illusion?

Jiang Jue closed his eyes and endured the sour feeling that suddenly surged in his heart, and he didn't shed tears after all. Not because he wanted to survive the illusion, but because he knew that tears didn't work at all.

What should hurt will still hurt, and what should be crazy will still be crazy. There are some things in this world that can never be buried with a few lines of tears.

“…… Young Master, is it a young master?" As he calmed down, a servant with an umbrella in the distance hesitated. When the man got closer and saw the face of the general, he suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"Young master, you're finally back! Why don't you stand at the door and don't go in? What about your umbrella? Your clothes are wet like this, but don't catch a cold! I'll get an umbrella for you, go in quickly!"

"Actually, it's not to blame you for not bringing an umbrella, after all, the weather is too weird today. Suddenly, it was raining so hard, and the rain was ......so cold," the servant babbled, raising his umbrella to cover the general's head.

"yes. This rain is really cold...... "Jiang Jue raised his hand to stop the other party from giving him an umbrella, he felt the coldness of the rain on his cheeks, and the hand holding the long sword tightened a little.

The rain was just too cold. It was so cold that he lost all his blood back then, and now he is so cold that he is physically and mentally cold.

He slowly walked to the door through the rain, he turned his head sideways and took a deep look at the two quaint stone lions behind him, and finally raised his hand to push open the closed door and walked in.

This place, he should have come back a long time ago.

And now, he's finally back.