Chang Ling looked at the star track in front of him with a calm face, and felt a sense of sadness for no reason.

Xingdao chuckled twice, and his voice was a little lonely: "I know, you should be a sword cultivator, if this secret realm is handed over to you, it will be the use of a mustard seed space in the future, and I am afraid that there will be no successor to this amazing and brilliant Dao." ”

The master-apprentice inheritance of immortal cultivators was something he had not been able to understand many years ago.

The vast majority of immortal cultivators, especially powerful ones like him, don't need their apprentices to 'retire to the end' at all, and they don't have any extra feelings to pour into their apprentices when they are dedicated to the Dao.

Especially in the world, there has never been a shortage of pickled things like 'apprentices killing teachers'.

But now, he can't help but feel sad when he sees that he cherishes the avenue of his life and chases his life, and he is about to disappear in the long river of time with his complete dissipation.

When he was young and frivolous, he thought that his goal was to preach for himself, but later he found that his goal was only to preach, and it didn't matter whether he was the lucky one or not.

As a seeker, all he expected was to be proven and preached on this continent.

It doesn't matter who the preacher is.

He is willing to be the white bones that are paved on the road of seeking the Tao, and only hopes that one day, the avenue he believes in can lead the sentient beings of the mountains and rivers to raise their arms and shout.

If you accept an apprentice, even if you are killed by the apprentice, what can you do?

The avenue still exists, which is his greatest significance.

Chang Ling was silent for a long time, she could see the intention of the Star Track, but she couldn't make any promises, although she didn't have a deep understanding of all the paths, she was very fond of sword cultivation.

At the beginning of stepping into the world of cultivating immortals, her fantasies about immortal immortals were all about stepping on the fluttering appearance of flying sword clothes or taking people's heads with sword light thousands of miles away.

In the pain of opening the hole at the beginning, she gritted her teeth countless times and said to herself, 'I want to be like that' before she struggled out of the boundless pain.

"Star Rail senior, I promise you, if I master this secret realm and leave, I will definitely find a well-qualified apprentice for you in the outside world, and I will never dishonor your Dao. When he inherits your mantle, I will hand over to him everything in this secret realm. Chang Ling said firmly.

Xing Rail's face was a little smiling, as bright as a flower blooming in early spring, Chang Ling was in a trance for a while.

If such a person still exists in the world, what kind of elegance and unbridled style should it be.

"I believe in you. He said softly.

The mustard seed space can be described as the first treasure in the Tianxuan Continent, and countless people have buried their bones here in order to one day master it.

If it had been before, he would not have believed that anyone would give such a treasure to others so easily, and he would never have been able to do it himself.

But she was different from him, and she was different from them.

There are always people who are facing the suffering of the world, thinking not only of being alone, but also of being bright and pure, and who are still willing to resist death and protect their innocence after seeing the ugliness of the world.

How fortunate he was to meet such a person at the last moment before dissipating.

"Chang Ling, stretch out your hand. ”

Chang Ling stretched out his hand as he said, and the illusory hand of the soul body held Chang Ling's slender hand 'tightly' in the air.

There was a smile on the corner of Star Rail's mouth, and the soul shadow faded little by little.

After all, he still has no regrets.