With the destruction of the Heaven Defying Alliance and the Three Corpses Sect, the taut nerves of Hu Yuan and his companions seemed to relax slightly, and they finally returned to their mundane yet indispensable daily lives and arduous cultivation. However, this seemingly peaceful atmosphere appeared to be nothing more than a brief lull, with a faint, storm-like aura vaguely pervading the air.
Hu Yuan sat quietly in his study. The cold moonlight outside poured down like quicksilver, resembling a soft ribbon gently blanketing the desk. On the desk lay volumes of books weathered by time, exuding a faint scent of ink that intertwined with the moonlight, forming a picture that was both tranquil and mysterious. Yet, Hu Yuan's heart could not truly find peace. Those complex battle scenes replayed in his mind like a movie, every detail clearly visible, every clash feeling as though it were happening right before his eyes. In particular, that unforgettable parting—the parting glances, the trembling hands, the reluctant words—was branded deeply into the depths of his soul, causing an indescribable pain to surge in his chest whenever he recalled it.
The destruction of the Heaven Defying Alliance and the Three Corpses Sect was not merely the quiet demise of two once-mighty sects for the entire cultivation world; it was a seismic upheaval that shook the foundations of the cultivation world and triggered a series of chain reactions. Hu Yuan and his junior martial brothers and sisters, …
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