Shen Bu and the others waited together for several days to see this tribulation ascend.

The last thunderstorm fell, and the dark thunderclouds gradually dissipated.

The golden light fell, and the ladder to the sky slowly appeared.

The young old ancestor stood up, he glanced at a few people in the distance, and finally a calm voice floated over, "Pay more attention over there in the Tianshan Mountain."

If Song Yizhi appears again, it will most likely be in the Tianshan Mountains. Look at the book

Shen Bu quickly reacted to what this Ancestor was talking about, he hurriedly responded, and then raised his hand and saluted, "Shen Bu of the Changqiu Sect congratulates the Ancestor on his ascension."

Several people on the side raised their hands and saluted to congratulate.

The young old ancestor glanced at a few people, and with a wave of his hand, he turned around and walked up the ladder to the sky.

Shen Bu looked at the storage bag floating over in his hand, and realized that this storage bag was left by the ancestor to Zhizhi.

He put away the storage bag, and after seeing the ancestor ascend to the sky, he turned to look at the few people around him, "I have to go back and tell the world about two things, and by the way, put them in the book and include them in the library."

Nangong Lin nodded, and then spoke, "Miss Song's righteousness has been enshrined in the book of Wanmo Sect, and after unanimous deliberation, the first lesson of each new disciple is to inform them of Miss Song's righteous deeds."

The immortal cultivation world can still have today, and Miss Song's credit is indispensable.

The Northern Sect Master echoed and spoke, "The same is true of my sect."

Several other Venerable Ones have said they did the same.

Miss Song's deeds should be passed down from generation to generation.

Shen Bu let out a long sigh, and then sighed slightly and said, "I'll go back first, and then I'll contact you then."

Rong Yueyuan and that old ancestor ascended to the upper realm is a happy event, and it stands to reason that a banquet should be held, but now... Zhizhi's life and death were unknown, and he didn't know whether to hold that banquet or not.

Several Venerable Beings bowed their heads and watched Shen Bu leave.

Back to the Changqiu Sect, Shen Bu discussed with a few elders, because everything in the immortal cultivation world had just returned to the right track, it would be good to tell the world about the ascension of the two of the Changqiu Sect, and there would be no need to do it.

Things are handled one by one.

Shen Bu's life gradually returned to calm.

One day, Shen Bu, who had dealt with all the things at hand, walked out of his residence, and he looked at the sect that had not changed much, and wandered around the sect.

The clear blue sky fluttered with white clouds, and a few cranes flew by, leaving the white clouds that were disturbed.

Shen Bu looked at the cranes, and looked a little fascinated.

"Sect Master, Sect Master! Look at that crane, isn't it delicious! Oops, uncle! Uncle Uncle! You're going to catch one for me!"

In a trance, a crisp and cheerful voice sounded in Shen Bu's ears.

The little girl in my memory seems to be eleven or twelve years old, with two small pigtails and a pink and tender skirt, delicate, lively and cute.

The white, tender and tender face was full of salivation, and the shining eyes stared at those cranes.

Shen Bu looked down sideways, and there was no one around him.

Shen Bu withdrew his gaze, the gaze in his eyes darkened a little, he let out a faint sigh, put his hands behind his back, and walked aimlessly.

Walking all the way from the main peak, Shen Bu suddenly found that there was an additional sculpture in the wide square.

He walked up and then walked around to the sculpture, which he looked up slightly at about four or five meters tall.

The sculpture is very new, and the carving is also very good, so good that Shen Bu can see it at first sight.

This is... The sculpture given to Zhizhi by the Changqiu Sect makes it convenient for the disciples of the Changqiu Sect to visit and not forget the contribution of Zhizhi to this world.

There were many disciples who came to pay their respects, and those disciples first saluted Shen Bu, and then placed this statue.

This period of time is enough for Song Yizhi's righteousness to spread throughout the immortal cultivation world, and now, not only Changqiu Sect has erected Song Yizhi's sculpture, but also many places, and even many mortals have begun to spontaneously build ancestral temples for Song Yizhi's golden body.

As twilight fell, there were far fewer disciples who came to worship in front of the sculpture.

Look at the offerings placed by those disciples in front of the sculptures

Shen Bu wanted to laugh but couldn't, and in the end, he sighed slowly.

The Demon Realm and the Immortal Cultivation Realm have shaken hands and made peace, and the large array on the Immortal and Demon Battlefield has also been re-established, although the two realms have not yet begun to officially communicate, but the relationship has eased a lot.

Feng Canglin handed over the things of the demon world to Feng Yi'an, and he himself was looking for Song Yizhi all over the world.

The same is true for Song Yiheng and the others, who are looking for Song Yizhi while leaving the sect to practice.

Song Yizhi's divine sacrifice was too sudden, and it caught Bei Xianyue and the others off guard.

At first, they thought it was just a joke.

With someone like Song Yizhi, how could she be so gone!

But when they saw the whole process from the photo beads, they were stunned one by one, and then wept silently.

cried, hurt, and waited for Song Yizhi's natal lamp to be extinguished, a group of people invariably searched for her, even if it was a wisp of remnant soul, then they had to find her!

For a time, the number of people looking for Song Yizhi all over the world only increased.

A hundred years later.

There are basically ancestral temples of Song Yizhi in Kyushu in the world of cultivating immortals, and people have given the ancestral temple a very nice name, the shrine of the goddess.

The story of Song Yizhi has been spread over and over again in various places.

Some people say that she is righteous, some people say that she is the goddess herself, and some people think that Song Yizhi is very stupid in their hearts, but when they think about it, if it were not for Song Yizhi's sacrifice, they would not be alive now.

In the end, no one will deny the righteousness of Song Yizhi's sacrifice for this world.

She is a well-deserved god, a goddess who can be worshiped for generations.

In fact, not only the immortal cultivation world, but also the demon world and the demon world are also widely spread The story of Song Yizhi is also widely circulated.

There are also many shrines of gods and goddesses in the demon world, which were built spontaneously by many demons.

As for the demon world, the demon world does not prosper this, because there is no goddess shrine in the demon world, but there is a princess shrine in the demon world.

The little princess of their demon world sacrificed herself for the sake of this world.

Changqiu Sect.

Song Yiheng, who had returned from a hundred years of training, got together.

When a few people came back, they happened to meet the energetic new disciples below.

Looking at those disciples who gritted their teeth and trained hard, they invariably thought of Song Yizhi being lazy and dozing under a tree.

After coming back to their senses, several people looked a little bitter, and then quickened their pace and left.

After returning to Song Ningfeng, several people gathered at the table.

"Do you guys have any news over there?" Ran Yizhou's indifferent voice sounded.

Song Yiheng shook his head, and his whole person was a little tired.

Zuo Lin sighed, and then slowly spoke, "I don't have any news here."

The gloom in Ran Yizhou's eyes flashed, and he didn't say anything.

The few people sitting in one place gradually fell silent.

A hundred years have passed, but that catastrophe is like yesterday.

That catastrophe has survived, but they have all lost a very important person, the pain of yesterday, hard to remember, can not be forgotten and cannot be passed.

"I went to the back mountains to take a look, and the fields were still lush and green." Huaizhu's gentle voice revealed a sadness, a woman who has always been gentle and elegant, at this time, there was an indissoluble sorrow and sadness between her eyebrows.

Song Yiheng let out a long sigh, "Those ancestors may not be able to let go of their feelings."

They were outside to experience and search, and the fields in the mountains behind Song Ning Peak were all taken care of by those ancestors.

How well those fields are taken care of, how much those ancestors care about the little girl Zhizhi.

After a short gathering and rest, the group separated again and they continued their journey.