Blood dripped down the blade of the sword on to the ground.

    Jiang Zheliu grasped Ling Xiao Sword, the faint noise of the last of his exhausted energy came from his fingertips, bruises appeared where he was grasping the sword.

    He could no longer detect any trace of internal force within his body.

    At present all there was left was the red fresh blood rolling down Ling Xiao Sword, dying the ground a crimson red inch by inch.

    Jiang Zheliu held himself up.

    The meridians in his body had long been pulverized by the impact of the Realm Boundary, right now he is only able to still stand and hold his sword because he had reached the half-step Gold Immortal Stage.

    An unending stream of spiritual energy was being extracted from Earth but after the Realm Boundary was fixed, it immediately stopped.

    The sky was covered with thick clouds, the sun was red like blood.

    Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes, the pitch blackness in front of him calmed his mind, he paused for a moment, then opened them again, turned around, putting the Ling Xiao Sword back into its scabbard.

    The Ling Xiao Sword is the sword adorned by the head of the Ling Xiao Sect, and is a symbol representing the highest authority in the sect.

    The sword subdued itself in Jiang Xueliu’s palm, emitting a deep trembling whine, before falling abruptly silent, without another sound.

    When Jiang Zheliu turned around, the clouds spread and expanded behind him, and the glow of the waning sun stained the clouds in a stunning way. At this moment, his long hair, originally black like ink turned a snow white.

    The Realm Boundary was repaired, and the catastrophe that the world faced had disappeared thanks to his lone effort.

    Zhu Wuxin who was standing not far from him, looked towards him.

    He watched as his Zhangmen Shixiong’s deathly white, snowy hair broke free from the restraint of the hair ornament and was blown around by the wind finally landing around his ears. He watched as the blood dripped from his never-dusty robes, the red patches gradually expanding and evolving into a blindingly bright red.

    He watched as Jiang Zheliu sheathed his sword, watched the bottomless red clouds spread behind him, as if heaven and earth were parting to send him off.

    Zhu Wuxin didn’t know if his shixiong wanted to die.

    He stared at the Ling Xiao Sword.

    At the same time, he was also watching his shixiong, who had always been overpowering him for more than a thousand years.

    Jiang Zheliu had wanted to suppress the channels of his meridians that were drumming randomly and running around in his body, so that he could calmly instruct Zhu Wuxin, but he couldn’t suppress it and after just two steps, he was slowed down by the pain in his five organs and stopped for a moment while bracing himself against his sword sheath, a metallic substance spread across the corners of his lips.

    Zhu Wuxin didn’t go to help him.

    The clouds swelled, and the residual haze spread, with the surging spiritual energy revived, the originally silent dead plants came back to life, sprouting from the cracks in the rocks beneath their feet, all living things regenerated.

    Jiang Zheliu avoided standing on the newly sprouted grass shoots under his feet and handed Zhu Wuxin the Ling Xiao sword.

    “Shixiong” Zhu Wuxin took the sword, he looked behind Jiang Zheliu’s back “Why did you go alone, if there were others assisting you……”

    The Realm Boundary of the Great Thousand World Realm can only be touched by half-step Golden Immortals, are you able to find another in the Cultivation World.”

    Jiang Zheliu’s voice, just like before, cold and almost emotionless. He was alway detached and indifferent, seemingly to everyone.

    Zhu Wuxin’s grip on the sword tightened, his finger bones turning slightly white. He sighed and said, “Even at this time, shixiong still refuses to say more than a few words to me.”

    Zhu Wuxin raised his eyes and looked at his slightly tired brows, from which he could not find a trace of affection, nor could he find any trace of regret nor dissatisfaction in the other party, only a deep pool of calm and coldness remained.

    To be honest at this point……

    Jiang Zheliu had been depleted entirely of spiritual energy in his body and he could be put to death with a simple lift of his hand. The Ling Xiao Sword had arrived in his hand, and henceforth he, Zhu Wuxin, would no longer have such a shixiong pressing down on his head before him.

    But even at this point in time, Jiang Zheliu was still so arrogant.

    “Does shixiong have a place to go?”

    Zhu Wuxin was reluctant to keep him, his prestige in the Ling Xiao Sect and the whole Cultivation World was too prestigious, he had dominated for a thousand years and was recognized by the world as the head of the Immortal Sect, Ling Xiao Sect. If Jiang Zheliu was kept in the sect, even if he was a heavily injured sick person, Zhu Wuxin was afraid that it would be difficult for him to pry the position out of his hands.

    Jiang Zheliu knew what Zhu Wuxin was thinking, he turned to look at the remnant sunset, after a moment he said: “I’m going to Zhongnan Mountain.”

    It was the place where the bones of Ling Xiao’s previous Zhangmen were buried. It was extremely remote, far from human habitation, and there were many small demons who lived there so it did not seem to be suitable for habitation.

    “Zhongnan Mountain.” Zhu Wuxin repeated the place, looked at his head of snow-white hair, suddenly raised his hand, and wiped away the undried blood on the other’s lips, and smiled, “It is a good place for shixiong to recover from his injuries at ease.”

    The fingertips gently rubbed the corners of the lips, with a softness different from his usual temperament.

    “Recover……” Jiang Zheliu evaded this, and said “To die in front of shifu’s gravestone is a worthy way to go.”

    Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes trying to regulate his mind to reduce the dizziness, after that he picked up his foot as if to leave.

    He was not steady at this step, he was a little staggered, but Zhu Wuxin caught him in the next moment and held his arms steady.

    “Shixiong, wait, wait a moment.”Zhu Wuxin suddenly felt that he was about to lose something, and he was a little flustered for no reason. “The Realm Boundary of the Great Thousand Worlds Realm has been repaired, and the sects should know immediately. They will soon come to Ling Xiao to say thanks to shixiong, shixiong…”

    His supporting hand was slowly pushed away. The shixiong who stood before him was as he remembered, unruffled after any calamity, as if he had been born strong and resilient and would not let anyone find any weakness on him.

    The lamp swayed about on the roof of the carriage, the driver stopped his horse and said to him, “We are almost approaching the place that gongzi wishes to go, there is only a section of road ahead that the carriage can go, and then you will have to go up the mountain …… where there are many demons, this old man really does not dare.”

    Jiang Zheliu asked：“What time is it now？”

    “Almost yinshi.”

    At this time, all of the other sects must already know that the Realm Boundary has been repaired and be on their way to Ling Xiao Sect.

    Jiang Zheliu’s old habits were hard to change, and he would always think about the sect first, but this time, he didn’t think of it in the same way as he did before, and he didn’t think of it in a far-reaching way, but in a calm and natural way.

    After some time, they arrived at Zhongnan Mountain. The carriage stopped and the driver put down a small stool. When he got up looking up, he saw a hand separating the curtains of the carriage, the knuckles were delicate, the nails were rounded and white, almost as if carved from beautiful jade.

    The driver subconsciously held his breath as he saw this gongzi pressed into a very heavy plush cloak, his long snow-coloured hair only half tied back, his features handsome and cold, his eyes dark, with no glimmer in them, and his body tainted with a bitter ice coldness that made people almost want to back away.

    The carriage driver felt that the wind and snow did not look as cold as this gongzi looked.

    But when he helped him, he felt that this gentleman was unstable and weak, as if he was only hanging on by a thread.

    “Thank you.” Jiang Zheliu paid him the rest of the fare, then looked up at the familiar shape of the mountain.

    In the past, when the shifu died, it was he and his shidi who buried and entombed his bones here. On his deathbed, his shifu entrusted him to take care of the Ling Xiao Sect and Wuxin.

    Now that his mission had been fulfilled and his cultivation had been destroyed, he is no different from a mere mortal.

    The Ling Xiao Sect, the Cultivation World, and all beings within this Divine World no longer need him.

    Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand and tightened his cloak on his shoulders, stepping on the thick snow all over the ground.

    For the first time since he had started cultivating, he re-experienced the cold of the world today.

    Jiang Zheliu walked across the snow, until he reached the snow-covered tombstone.

    He knelt down, stretched out his hand to dust off the snow on the gravestone, and stared at the engraving upon it for a long time. He had countless things to say, but he didn’t know where to start.

    Jiang Zheliu was an orphan since he was a child. When he was three years old, he was brought back to the Ling Xiao by Zhu Wenyuan. Since then, his shifu became his parent, and Ling Xiao Sect his home.

    The moonlight shone belatedly.

    Jiang Zheliu thought about it for a long time and then finally said：“Wuxin is all grown up.”

    He said: “I’ve come to keep you company.”