Hua Yunfei silently watched the illusory figure disintegrate at the far end of the world, and a scene from many years ago suddenly surfaced in his mind.
In that scene, a little boy with no cultivation was being bullied by several of his fellow disciples.
Because of his physique, the boy could not cultivate, but his fellow disciples had all embarked on the path of cultivation and were using their advantage in cultivation realms to bully him.
Yet despite having no cultivation realm, the boy was tenacious and refused to concede. Relying on his powerful body alone, he had actually won that unfair fight.
Even now, Hua Yunfei had not forgotten the boy's resolute, unyielding expression.
But whenever he thought of how that little boy had grown immensely powerful only to die somewhere in this world, his heart ached unbearably.
"Bufan, if I'm not around, you must protect your junior brothers and sisters as their Senior Disciple Brother. That is your responsibility. Do you understand?"
His own words seemed to still echo in his ears. As the Senior Disciple Brother, Ye Bufan had never forgotten his responsibility. Whenever Hua Yunfei was absent, Ye Bufan had always been the one protecting the others.
"If we have a grudge, we'll avenge it one day. Whether from the past or the present, we'll repay every grievance twofold!" Nangong Xiangtian walked over and comforted him.
Hua Yunfei nodded silently.
Clang!
The battered Small Cauldron fell to the ground and lay there quietly, not a trace of light remaining on its body.
"Brother Cauldron." The Eastern Sacred Sword rushed over.
But as it approached, strands of the Time Law danced through the air again, throwing spacetime into turmoil.
They could not get close.
"They're all dead... they're all dead..." The battered Small Cauldron's voice was