"Also, take the liberty of asking the ancestor."

"The Ancestor was only one step away from ascending, why did he end up like this?"

Yuhua saw that her remnant soul was getting weaker and fainter, and the Dream Weaver Beast was spinning around her restlessly, humming a little sadly.

Hegui stretched out the illusory one and rubbed the head of the dream beast, obviously one person and one beast couldn't touch each other, but he made a warm scene.

The Dream Weaver tried to rub her, but only to reach nothingness.

The Crane Returning Ancestor let out a sigh that seemed to be nothing, and his soft eyes looked at the Dream Weaver Beast, with a shallow melancholy in his eyes.

"The two questions of Xianjun are actually one."

Yuhua and Ji Zhuo glanced at each other, faintly guessed, and looked at Hegui again, "The fall of the ancestor is related to the depletion of Mengze's spiritual power?" ”

Hegui bowed his head slightly, "I fell of my own volition. ”

Yuhua and Ji Zhuo were a little surprised.

Isn't it true that you want to die if you fall voluntarily?

A great power that is about to soar, and when he is about to kick the door, he chooses not to live, which is really a strange talk in the world.

"I don't want to soar."

Hegui's voice was gentle and ethereal, like her soul, making people feel that she would dissipate like smoke in the next moment.

Looking far away, looking through time.

"What a sin it is for me to ascend alone, but to exchange for the destruction of countless living beings, and not to be ...... to such a god."

She has been gifted since childhood.

Although there have been many trials on the path of cultivation, she has always been unwavering, and she wants to ascend to the Tao, benefit all beings with the power of God, and make Mengze more prosperous.

Benefiting all living beings is her way.

Never wavered.

She approached this goal step by step, from practicing Qi to building a foundation, to Mahayana consummation, and then to the arrival of the Ascending Deed.

She has endured hardships, but she is unswerving.

But at the last moment of ascension.

Her Dao heart was ruined.

A life that has not been shaken.

Fell apart at the last minute.

The path of cultivation she pursued was diametrically opposed to reality, she wanted to benefit all sentient beings, and everything she did was actually plundering the lives of sentient beings!

She's killing.

It's not for all living beings!

When she ascended, the aura around her surged towards her, and at that moment, she was the darling of heaven and earth, and heaven and earth made a ladder for her to help her ascend to the throne of the gods.

Countless creatures are her stepping stones.

Use the aura on which you live to sacrifice for her ascension, and then die silently under her aura.

The aura of a hundred miles surrounded her.

She shines brightly, and the stars are shining over the moon.

And around her, there is a lot of life.

At the last moment, she saw the scene of the rapid destruction of the surrounding creatures, and the reason for the destruction was that she had inadvertently plundered the resources of survival.

She understood in an instant.

The way to cultivate the truth is to win the luck of heaven and earth.

The prosperity of the cultivation realm is in exchange for the depletion of spiritual power in other places, Mengze's spiritual power is limited, and there are countless cultivators.

If you don't exercise restraint and wantonly plunder the aura of heaven and earth, one day, Mengze will be destroyed in the cultivators.

What Tsuru got and what she pursued all her life-

Run counter to.

The moment I knew the truth.

Her Dao heart collapsed, and she no longer had the power to ascend, and her ascension suddenly stopped, so she failed to cross the tribulation, and her Dao died.

With her death.

The aura that had gathered on her body suddenly dissipated.

Fang Baili regained her vitality, and even became more prosperous because of the aura that had dispersed after her death.

"My death can be exchanged for the life of thousands of living beings, I think it is worth it, the road ahead is not my heart's desire, why should I be obsessed with ascension?"

Crane Gui's voice has the usual gentleness, but it seems ethereal because of weakness, and his gaze is distant and compassionate.

A simple mausoleum, an underground study, a bookshelf, a bamboo couch, a lamp, and a small beast.

There is also a heart that purifies all sentient beings.

This is the only thing left after the life of the ancestor of Hegui.

All the treasures of property acquired during his lifetime.

They are all given to the world in need.

But Tsuru felt ashamed.

She lived her entire life in poverty.

but they drifted away from the true Word.

Even unintentionally.

I don't know how many sins are left behind.

When she finally fell, she was also unwilling, but what she held on to in her heart was disillusioned, and she couldn't hold on anymore.

If the heart is dead, what is the body?

A generation of proud sons fell like this.

The crane is unwilling, but has no regrets.

The words of the crane returned to the ancestor, the room was silent, Yuhua and Ji Zhuo were silent for a moment, looking at each other, and no one could avoid a little admiration and regret.

Yuhua wanted to make a bow as a sign of respect.

The ancestor of the crane returned to the cloud and smiled lightly, open-minded with indifference, "Don't respect me, this is my destined destination." ”

"I have been satisfied all my life, but I have also been kept in the dark all my life, and I have inadvertently created so many sins, but I think I am a sage, and this is the end."

"I am willing, and I have no regrets."

"Don't ask for admiration, don't admire fame."

Hegui's voice was extremely gentle, every word was like the bright moon in her arms, indifferent like green mountains and green waters, breeze and mist, her remnant soul became lighter and fainter, and her gentle gaze fell on the Dream Weaver Beast.

"It's just that it's affecting you."

Half thanks, half apologies.

"Master, don't say such nasty things, Xiaomeng is uncomfortable, Xiaomeng doesn't want to listen, Xiaomeng will always be by the master's side......"

The Dream Weaver Beast circled around the lamp, its voice was a little choked, and the whole beast seemed restless, looking at Hegui's fading soul, and panicked.

"Little dream, be good."

Hegui smiled helplessly, and the translucent one landed on the head of the Dream Weaver, and then looked at Xi Zhuo and Yuhua.

"Hegui has nothing else to ask for, I just wish Xiaomeng will be well in the future, and I take the liberty to ask Your Majesty and Xianjun to take care of one or two."

Ji Zhuo and Yuhua glanced at each other and bowed their heads slightly.

And the Dream Weaver Beast that was humming and chirping just now, when he heard this, strangely did not refute Hegui, it seemed to have acquiesced, and he didn't want Hegui to worry about it when he was dying.

The crane returned to the watered down, stroking the action of the Dream Weaver Beast, extremely gentle, even if there was no touch, and it could be seen that the two had a deep friendship with the main beast.

Tsuru Gui let go of the last thing on his mind.

The already faint flame in the lamp dimmed, and her remnant soul gradually dissipated, leaving only a smile and a gentle wish for the Dream Weaver.

"Little dream, in the future, I will live happily."

The Dream Weaver's purple eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at her blankly, nodding heavily, and the tears in his eyes fell on the bamboo couch, splashing flowers.

"Don't go, master, Xiaomeng will be well-behaved, Xiaomeng has always been very well-behaved and obedient......"

The Dream Weaver's eyes widened, staring at the wick and choking, wiping away tears that affected its vision with its claws from time to time, as if hoping that the wick would ignite again.

Tsurugui can also come back.

As if he was just joking with it, teasing her for a while, she went back to her original state.

Unfortunately, no.

Tsuru Gui left.

Completely gone.

The soul is gone, and there is no way to come back.

The Dream Weaver stared at the wick, all the time, very quiet, not noisy, very obedient, tears swirling in the eyes, drop by drop, falling quietly.

Xiaomeng has always been very well-behaved.

But the master never came back.

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