Will be drenched in the rain and walk slowly on the bluestone path of the mansion.

He looked up at the rain hitting the eaves, and lowered his eyes to the coming and going of the servants in the distance, and suddenly he felt a sense of confusion.

This is his long-lost hometown, a dream he can't let go, and a distant place that haunts him when he is drunk and hazy.

But when he really stood on this homeland, his heart was full of strange and trance that was difficult to dissolve.

A hundred years is a moment for some, but for him, it's too long. It's been so long that his memory has been blurred, so long that he has forgotten what his mother used to be.

Even he didn't know what was left in his head right now.

Thinking like this, Jiang Jue slowly stopped.

He didn't know where he had gone, the mansion was so strange to him. Not to mention a hundred years later, even a hundred years ago, he spent most of his time wandering around, rarely staying at home in peace.

He glanced around nonchalantly, but still couldn't recognize where he was. Just when he wanted to directly cover the entire house with spiritual power to figure out the route, his gaze, which he didn't have time to retract, suddenly stopped on the half-supported window not far away.

The window wasn't anything special, except that behind it sat a woman whose face she couldn't see.

And the moment I caught a glimpse of the woman, my mind went blank.

At the moment of "Mother's ......", the overwhelming emotions frantically overwhelmed him, and all kinds of complicated emotions turned into two simple words in the end.

The voice of the general was very low, but the woman under the window looked back consciously.

At the moment when his mother saw it, the general standing in the rain subconsciously hid his figure.

"Did you hear me wrong...... I thought my son was back......" The woman's soft whisper was inaudible in the rainstorm, but it was almost a murmuring sound that made the dying heart throb with a throbbing.

His spiritual power was already irritable, and he was extremely unstable when he was upset, and the chaotic spiritual power actually provoked him to cough a few times in a suppressed manner.

Jiang Jue immediately pressed the hilt of his sword against his chest, forcibly suppressing the restless spiritual power. However, although he no longer coughed, the back of his right hand holding the sword was already covered with green tendons.

Removed the drooping eyes from the eye.

He knew that he was afraid to see his mother, and he was afraid to hear his mother's voice. Because under the reversal of time, his grandfather and younger brother can still be saved, but what about his mother?

His mother, herself, didn't want to live.

Even if he can move mountains and reclaim the sea and destroy the world, he can't cure his heart.

In the past, he didn't understand the pain of love, so he could wishfully hope that his mother would come back to life. But when he saw Changsheng fall in front of him, he suddenly understood his mother's feelings, and he suddenly knew what it meant to be "lifeless".

It was a kind of despair and pain that nothing could make waves in his heart for the rest of his life.

He even resented himself, resenting why his immortality was gone, and he was still living in the world.

That was the only person he had ever moved in his life, but he died under the long sword he wanted to give him!

The most absurd drama in the world is nothing more than that!

"Immortal ......" the general whispered the name, and suddenly closed his dark eyes.

He really didn't dare to think about immortality at this time, and if he thought about it any longer, he didn't know what he would do.

The cold rain washed over and over the general's face, and after half a sound, his frowning brow relaxed slightly, as if it had eased up.

Now was not the time to think about it, he hadn't forgotten what he had come back for.

He came back to find his father's old armor from the house, and then wear it to the battlefield to rescue his grandfather and the soldiers who fought to the death.

My father is gone. All he could do was fulfill his father's last wish to repel the enemy.

Jiang Jue raised his eyes to look at his mother again, and this time his eyes were much calmer. He knew very well that as much his mother missed his father, the armor must be hanging in her house at this moment.

And that's exactly what happened. He used illusion to create an identical pair of armor, and then put on the real armor that was slightly ill-fitting.

The armor, which was colder than the rain, had the astringency of drinking blood, but it made him feel familiar for the first time since he returned.

The general was dressed in armor and cut through the void and landed directly in a corner of the battlefield.

No one noticed his arrival. The warriors were fighting frantically to survive, and the murmur of battle and faint wails filled the plain.

The general quietly glanced at the battlefield. In an instant, his gaze fell on the gray-haired, indomitable man in the center of the battlefield.

That's his grandfather. He is getting old, but he is still fighting in armor.

Ironically, the man who made him swear allegiance to the death had already abandoned the country with all his might. The so-called king was sitting on the dragon chair and watching the destruction of the kingdom.

Jiang Jue looked at his grandfather, and his dark eyes slowly became a little scarlet.

I don't know why, since the moment he stepped into the battlefield, he was a little inexplicably upset and irritable.

But what is there to worry about? With his current cultivation, he can raze the entire battlefield to the ground with just one sword.

Yes, now everything can be changed with just one sword.

Jiang Jue shook his head and didn't think about it anymore, he neatly drew his sword out of its sheath and prepared to make a move. But at the moment when he was about to swing his sword, his movements suddenly stopped, and his whole body stiffened like words.

"No......" For the first time, the hand that had held the sword for many years trembled slightly. The cultivation of his Immortal Emperor was at the peak of his own immortal emperor, and he disappeared at the moment when he just drew his sword?!

He jerked his eyes up at his grandfather.

Jiang will never be afraid that he will lose his cultivation, what he is really afraid of is that he has not returned to a hundred years ago at all. He was afraid that all this was a joke in front of him, and he didn't even have a chance to save people!

"No......" watched his grandfather fall from his horse in a trance, his throat moving slightly, and finally squeezing out a broken word with difficulty.

Once he was late and didn't see his grandfather for the last time. This time he was not too late, because his grandfather died on the battlefield at his feet, and died in front of his eyes!

"Fantasy...... Hahaha!Illusion!" Jiang's head suddenly throbbed wildly. He stared at his trembling hands with scarlet eyes, and there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes.

When my grandfather died, his suddenly lost cultivation returned. At this point, what else did he not understand? No matter how stupid he was, he could no longer fool himself into telling himself that this place was probably a hundred years ago.

It's just a fantasy, a fantasy to play with him. Only he himself can't help but take it seriously.

In this illusion, the damned will still die, and the pain will only hurt more!

No matter how desperate he struggled, he was still powerless against everything that had happened!

"It's so ruthless......" Changsheng, who had always been cold, couldn't help but sigh softly after watching all this.

This test of stepping into the immortal realm is really too ruthless.

Before Jiang Jue entered the illusion, it was clear that all thoughts were lost, but this illusion stood his last glimmer of hope. It allowed it to change some innocuous things, making him think he was really back a hundred years ago.

However, at the moment when hope was about to be truly ignited, it shattered everything he longed for on the battlefield he had conquered and on the homeland he had always cherished.

Nothing can be changed, he can only watch the death of the people he cherishes over and over again, and let their blood stain the last pure land in his heart.

Such an illusion, such a test, is really too ruthless.

No wonder no one has stepped into the Immortal Habitat for countless years. Isn't this kind of poignant thing clearly forcing people to death?

"Jiang ......Jue" Changsheng followed Jiang Jue, who had once again cut off the space, and returned to the mansion. He thought about the low laugh that the man had before him, like the neighing of a sleepy beast, and couldn't help but close his eyes and call out the man's name.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Jue's oversized body shook slightly.

Changsheng suddenly took two steps forward, thinking that the general would only react when he heard his voice. But when he got closer, he realized that this was not the case.

will never hear anything. At the moment, he really couldn't stand on his feet.

I saw him holding the quaint eaves pillar with his left hand, and then raised his right hand to his lips and coughed violently.

This time, he was no longer as afraid of being discovered as before, and tried his best to suppress it, but coughed heart-rending and heart-wrenching.

By the time he lowered his right hand and straightened up again, his drooping palm was already scarlet.

The blood with the warmth of the blood meandered down the lines of the palm, and finally mixed with the unbridled torrential rain, quietly impregnating this corner that no one knew.

"It's so ruthless...... Changsheng lowered his eyes and stared at the hot blood that kept dripping, and sighed again and again without hearing joy and anger.

The gloomy sky blurred most of Changsheng's expression, but his slightly frowning brow was faintly visible in the hazy light.

Changsheng didn't know how many people in the entire three thousand worlds could be enough to injure the generals, and he wouldn't think of more than one hand. But such a light and ingenious illusion forced this man who can be called the strongest man today to vomit blood.

This illusion is probably the right medicine to the limit.

It knows that it will not be afraid of a battle of life and death, nor will it be afraid of the danger of dying and dying. He is brave and persevering, but there is only one weakness that others can hardly imagine, that is, his heart is too soft.

The heart of the absolute truth is too soft. Ever since he met Jiangjue, all he could feel was the increasing kindness from the other party.

Whether it is the scene of the other party teaching him to cultivate without hesitation, Changsheng is actually in his eyes and in his heart.

It was this total kindness that made him, who did not want to be with people at first, accept the existence of extinction. It was this kindness that made him, who had always been cautious and suspicious, resist the idea of exploring the identity of the general, and gradually moved his heart without knowing the details of the other party.

And after knowing the identity and past of Jiang Jue today, Changsheng feels that it is really not easy for Jiang Jue to still have that kind of kindness.

If he had experienced those things that Jiang Jue had encountered, and it happened that he had the same fierce and powerful strength as Jiang Jue, he was afraid that he would have turned these three thousand worlds upside down a long time ago!

It doesn't matter what kind of monk he is, what kind of sect and imperial city he is, even if it is all destroyed, what does it have to do with him?

There is revenge, there is revenge, there is revenge, he doesn't care about the flood behind him!

But he is not a general after all, and he is never him.

Even though this man's heart has long been torn apart, it is still hot and soft.

He didn't go crazy for revenge, he didn't go to cynicism, he just carefully protected that glimmer of kindness and hope, and spent a hundred years forcing himself to get drunk and dream of death, slowly dissipating the depression of the country's ruin.

And such a general, how can he be forced to die in the illusion for the ridiculous reason of being too soft-hearted?!

"That's it, after all, I can't bear it...... If I hadn't tried it, I probably wouldn't have been willing. Changsheng sighed, almost self-deprecatingly. The faint sound was hidden in the pouring rain, and no one could hear it but himself.

He quietly stared at the general who was wiping the blood from his lips and walking towards his mother's residence step by step, and finally followed with a look on his face.

He owes so much to the general, and now it's time to pay it back.