Bai Feiyu tilted his head up slightly, gazing at the arched ceiling as he held back the warmth in his eyes.
Only when he heard the boy's heartfelt wish did he realize with a start.
He had never changed, even without his heaven-reaching abilities, his schemes that encompassed Heaven and Earth, or his fearlessness in sacrificing himself.
He was still himself.
The man who treated those around him so gently, yet forgot only himself!
The one who had truly changed was Bai Feiyu. He was no longer that white-clad Sword Cultivator who stood in a tree all day on Little Mountain Peak.
Instead, he was the lord of the Million Gods, the lord of the Divine Dao who held the rules of Heaven and Earth in his hands!
The fixation on his previous life that he carried in his heart was with the once utterly fearless Ouyezi, and with Ouyang, who had changed his destined tragic end!
But whether Ouyang, Ouyezi, or even the boy before him, none of them had actually changed.
For their sake in his previous life, and for the children of that Orphanage in this life, he still devoted all his thoughts to others!
A hero who saved the world was a true hero to the people of that world.
But a hero's hero was the person who helped that hero truly become a hero!
Willing to remain behind the scenes, willing to play a supporting role, willing to light another's path with himself.
He never changed. I was the one who changed.
I wanted to become a hero, became a hero in the end, and held myself up as a hero-yet I wanted to hold those I treasured to that same heroic standard!
The reason for that jarring disappointment earlier was that Bai Feiyu still