Chen Nianzhi murmured softly, then fell silent in the end.
With his current cultivation, he calculated the entire chain of cause and effect in a single thought.
It turned out that Lin Mohe had refused to tell him about the karma of that year because he had already been unwilling to live on alone.
Though Lin Mohe had been born into the Lin Immortal Clan, he had been sold to the Azure Sun Sect in his youth and felt almost no attachment to the Lin Immortal Clan.
On the contrary, he had grown up in the Azure Sun Sect and held profound feelings for it. He had long since prepared himself to die for the Azure Sun Sect.
In that battle, he had clearly had a chance to survive. Yet for the sliver of hope that remained for the Azure Sun Sect, he had still chosen to fight to the death, intending to use the price of his own death to detonate the underground fire veins and severely wound the coalition army's many Purple Mansion cultivators.
"Though his cultivation was meager, he was a man worthy of respect."
Chen Nianzhi sighed faintly and said nothing more.
He withdrew his consciousness and followed his father across the Ten-Thousand-Li Great Wilderness, watching with his own eyes as his father sent his young self back to Qingyuan Mountain.
"..."
"Child!"
At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain, heavy snow whirled through the sky.
A blood-soaked man carried a young child on his back as he staggered up the mountain.
His vision had nearly blurred beyond recognition. He left one footprint after another in the snow, pressing onward step by step, until he finally reached Qingyuan Mountain's gate just before drawing his last breath.
As death drew near, he watched the white-haired elder approach, and