In the blink of an eye, another decade has passed.

In the past ten years, the demon cultivator has been driven out of the cultivation realm, and the devastated land is in ruins, and the demonic qi of the sea has been purified by the joint efforts of the five major sects, and it has returned to a pure white.

The collapsed Ascending Tower is also being rebuilt, and the disciples of the Five Great Sects are busy, and this time they will build the Ascending Tower even higher than the previous one.

In the mortal world, the influence of demonic energy has gradually subsided, the green mountains are green, the mountain flowers are blooming again, there are childish children who open their ignorant eyes and look at the blue sky and tomorrow, the two or three children on the side are giggling and laughing, and the gentle woman is doing embroidery with the needle and thread in her hand.

The village is stable and peaceful, the sky is clear, and the years are peaceful.

In front of a certain room in Izumo Mine, a man dressed in white gently knocked on the door.

He held the teacup in his hand and had a respectful smile on his face: "Master." ”

There was no sound in the door, and he stood in the doorway for a moment, then pushed open the door and walked in.

Just like he has done every day for the past ten years, he put down the teacup in his hand, skillfully cooked a cup of tea, and put it on the table.

"Master, today I went to Izumo Peak to pick tea and saw Senior Brother, he is still the same as before, it seems that nothing has changed." Shen Yi said to himself, as if he could really let that person hear his words.

The room was deserted, except for his own voice.

"I went to the sea of the world, and the Tower of Heaven is still under construction, and it looks like it's higher than before."

"The head of the Dongshe sect recently accepted a new disciple, and it is said that he has good qualifications, and he is very satisfied."

"The barrier of Luoyan Mountain has been erected, Master, don't worry, this time the barrier will not be broken again," he smiled: "I left the six spirits there, you want the world to be clear, I know." ”

He spoke in fits and starts, and when he fell silent, the room fell silent again.

On the desk not far away, a soul lamp with two wicks was dancing with blue flames.

Since his master's death, her soul power has gone, and the soul lamp has been extinguished.

So Shen Yi used his soul power as a wick and lit a lamp for himself.

The candle flame enveloped the wick that would never be lit again, as if it were still lit.

Shen Yi lowered his eyes.

After a while, he held out his hand.

In the palm of his hand, there was a faint black vein.

Even though his master refined his six spirits to him, he was a demon after all, and there would always be veins belonging to demons in his body from time to time.

Shen Yi said cautiously: "Master, come back, you see I don't know when I will become a demon, you come back and kill me, okay?" ”

Even if it's just to see me one last time.

Even if it's just to look at me one last time with a cold gaze.

The room was still cold and silent.

Shen Yi waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for his master to appear.

Shen Yi quietly erased the veins by himself, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and his brows didn't wrinkle.

Naturally, he won't hurt anymore.

The pain when refining the Six Spirits couldn't hurt him anymore, so how could it hurt anymore.

At night, when the moon was on the willows, Shen Yi fell asleep leaning on the foot of the master's bed.

He didn't really need sleep, but he always wished he could dream of her.

It's just that his master doesn't even want to appear in his dreams.

In the moonlight, the person who was looking for his master over and over again in his dreams fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't dream of anything, but he dreamed of everything in a trance, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

A hundred years later, the soul lamp on the desk was finally extinguished, leaving only a wisp of smoke.

The past is gone, and there is no trace in the world.