"You and that girl from Ling'er have had a conflict recently?"

"No, I'm only enlightened these days, and as the Primordial Son, I shouldn't waste my energy on such trivial matters."

Basilica of the Holy Lord.

looked at the familiar figure of the kind old man in front of him.

Yang Xiu suddenly lost his mind, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the cold scene of the sect competition.

"Yang Xiu, you should be jealous of your fellow disciples, fall into the devil's path, connive at your subordinates, provoke infighting among your fellow sects, and now deprive you of the identity of the Primordial Holy Son and expel you from the mountain gate."

"After that, you will never appear as a disciple of the Primordial Beginning."

Yang Xiu couldn't remember the disappointed gazes of the teachers and uncles at that time.

After that day.

I have no contact with this homeland where I grew up.

Since then, there has been no primordial son, the Young Emperor.

There are only Yang Xiu, the big devil that everyone shouts and beats.

Yang Xiu thought that after seeing this familiar face, he would be disgusted and angry.

But unexpectedly.

Inside, however, he is extraordinarily calm.

This is the master who raised him since he was a child.

In the midst of the resistance of the demon saints, the bloody battle made a way out, and brought him back to the Primordial Holy Land to raise him when he was still a baby.

A honest old man who shouts all day long, "I apprentice Yang Xiu has the resources of the emperor".

The relationship between the two is also that of master and apprentice and father and son.

Anyone can be a utilitarian, but the other party is always behind him.

Maybe...... The other party also had to do it.

Yang Xiu suddenly thought of the system in his mind.

"System, since you can get my script, can you get my master and a few masters? What happens to them in the future? ”

"Why did they expel me from the sect, don't fool me with the excuse of cannibalism."

[Ding, the host needs to complete the task issued by the villain's counterattack system before the system can answer your question.] 】

"Then don't talk about it."

Yang Xiu rolled his eyes in his heart.

He kind of found out, this thing called the system.

said that he would help himself fight back.

In fact, they are using themselves for some kind of benefit.

But the other party didn't expect it.

He had returned from being reborn after 10,000 years, and he knew many major events that would happen in the future in the wasteland, and he didn't need the help of the other party at all.

And originally, if he hadn't gone astray halfway, his normal life trajectory would never have been so bleak.

Want me to complete the mission, dream!!

【……】

The system in his mind was silent for a few moments.

Again, a flurry of information emerged.

[Name: Ye Qingyun]

[Gender: Male]

[Identity: The Holy King of the Primal Holy Land.] 】

[Script: The protagonist Shi Fan is the guide of the ascending domain. 】

Seeing this line of text, Yang Xiu's heart suddenly ached, until dense information appeared below again.

His heart fluttered again.

[The title of the Young Emperor is too ostentatious, and when he first sees it, he knows that this child's future will definitely bear the future of the entire wasteland, and he is the true son of this world.

In the past 20 years, the Young Emperor has repeatedly created miracles.

The name resounded in the wasteland.

Ye Qingyun was afraid that he would die young, so he took advantage of the great competition of the sect and expelled him from the mountain gate as a true son who was hidden in the world.

And the real son of destiny, Shi Fan, is regarded as a fake, trying to steal the sky and change the sun to attract the attention of the old enemies of the upper region to him.

But he didn't expect it.

As the male protagonist, Shi Fan became more and more courageous, climbing step by step.

And the young emperor, but since then he has been decadent, fell into the devil's way, and was finally killed by the male protagonist.

Ye Qingyun also overflowed in front of the tomb of the young emperor after sending the male protagonist into the upper realm. 】

After I died, the Master overflowed in front of my grave......

Yang Xiu's expression was a little dumbfounded.

After he was expelled from the Primal Holy Land, he believed that he had been betrayed by everyone and fell into the Demon Dao, becoming a Demon Dao giant.

even set up his own demon land, and took the monks of the world as his enemy.

Everyone of the righteous monks shouted and beat him, but the Primordial Holy Land, as the leader of the righteous path, never sent a single disciple to attack him.

I should have known.

Yang Xiu took a deep breath, from childhood to adulthood, the master always told him that as a young emperor, he was carrying a lot of things on his body.

Yang Xiu always thought that the burden that the master said in his mouth was the position of the Holy Son of the Taichu Holy Land, and the face of the mountain gate.

It was only then that he finally knew.

What he carries on him is the hope of all the creatures of the wasteland to get out of here.

This heaven and earth is a prison, and over the ages, there have never been people with extraordinary talents in the cultivation world, but their end point has stopped at the saint realm.

After that, no matter how hard you try, you can't break through to a higher realm.

Since then, I have been depressed.

Even the legendary sword immortal among his protectors was wandering in the half-step saint king all his life.

In the past, the romantic figures of the past dynasties were trapped in this domain and were unable to aspire for life.

It turns out that this is all the restriction of the people of the Upper Domain on the Wasteland.

I'm sorry, Master, in the last life, it was the disciple who disappointed everyone.

In Yang Xiu's eyes, there were no more distracting thoughts, and his heart was clear.

In this life, he not only has to re-walk the unfinished imperial road in his previous life, but also takes everyone with him.

Break this cage.

Oh?

Hearing Yang Xiu's answer, Ye Qingyun, the primordial saint king of this generation, showed surprise on his expression.

He knew his disciple's temper, and he had persuaded him more than once, thinking that Huo Ling'er would become the most difficult relationship on the other party's cultivation path.

didn't expect that now Yang Xiu was actually enlightened by himself.

From Yang Xiu's eyes, Ye Qingyun knew that the other party was serious, and an uncontrollable smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He was not wrong.

"Well said!! Although Huo Ling'er is the daughter of the Fire Country Emperor, the identity of our primordial saint is not bad, and the girl's disagreement is her loss. ”

"The disciple no longer has any thoughts about Huo Ling'er, he just wants to concentrate on cultivation and pursue the Great Dao."

Yang Xiu's eyes were firm, and he raised his head and said in a deep voice.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

Excited.

Ye Qingyun, who had gray temples, said hello three times in a row.

He didn't know Yang Xiu's series of psychological reactions, and only thought that the other party was completely heartbroken by Huo Ling'er.

Falling out of love is indeed the experience that can best promote a man's growth.

This one-sided reunion spanning 10,000 years is particularly bland.

Yang Xiu, who returned to Changxian Peak again, had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

To figure it out, this one of the most troublesome hearts in his previous life, he has nothing to worry about anymore.

You can put your energy into cultivation.

"Huh? Is it the aroma of cloud fireworks, and there are even cloud fireworks this season? ”

As soon as he returned to his cave mansion, Yang Xiu's nose fluttered, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

Cloud fireworks are a rare flower unique to the Taichu Holy Land, which blooms for a short time and only at night.

So there is the name of Yunyan.

Among the hundred flowers, Yang Xiu likes clouds and smoke the most.

But after that, he was expelled from the Taichu Holy Land, and he wandered in the Demon Dao for nearly 10,000 years, and until he died, he couldn't smell the familiar fragrance of clouds and fireworks.

"Return to the Holy Son!" Said a handyman. "It is the cloud fireworks cultivated by Senior Sister Ling'er herself, and he knows that the Holy Son likes to smell the fragrance of this flower, so he specially arranged seven pots of cloud fireworks in this hall last night."

Huo Ling'er ......

Yang Xiu's brows condensed slightly, and he couldn't figure out what this woman wanted to do.

However, in this life, he had already decided that he would not have anything to do with the other party, cultivate with peace of mind, and assume the unfinished responsibilities of the previous life.

"Send it back."

Yang Xiu's voice was flat, and there was no expression on his face.

It's been 10,000 years, and he's licked enough.

"The Holy Son said that he understood the heart of the younger sister, but I still hope that you will not forget what you said in front of the temple that day."

What I said before the temple......

Will the two of us not interfere with each other from now on?

Looking at the seven cloud fireworks that were returned, Huo Ling'er's heart trembled.

I just feel that something important can never be found again.

Thinking about it like this, she couldn't help but want to cry.

However, she couldn't cry tears, she could only clench her fists, and what she held in her hand was the sound transmission spirit stone that Yang Xiu gave her when she first joined the Holy Land.

"Senior Sister Ling'er, as long as you inject spiritual power into this spirit stone, no matter how far away you are, no matter what happens, I will arrive as soon as possible."

After all, I owe you a lot.

Huo Ling'er smiled sadly and buried herself in her arm, infinitely sad.