At that time, I had only one thought: Had Ye Yang gone mad, or had Bei Yan Jing Yun gone mad?

The more I listened, the more confused I became.

No, it wasn't Ye Yang speaking, but Ye Qianyang.

But even if it was Ye Qianyang, weren't their dialogues contradictory?

Later, Old Liu told me: In fact, the matters between them were not contradictory.

It was just that Ling Guan San Ren had always lived in contradiction!

The inheritor appointed by Jiu Guan Dao Ren could never be mediocre.

Ling Guan San Ren was not afraid of death; he simply didn't want the tragedy of the Liangjie Mountain battle to be repeated.

His feelings for the Coffin Sect exceeded everything else.

The relationship between Ling Guan San Ren and Jiu Guan Dao Ren was more like a pair of father and son with differing opinions.

There would always be conflicts in ideas between father and son. The father wanted the son to listen, but the more capable the son, the less he would listen.

Bei Yan Jing Yun kept saying he wanted to kill Ye Yang, but he was always hesitant. If he had been a bit more decisive, none of us would have made it out of the Xianyang River alive.

As for him bringing Ye Qianyang's remains into the Xianyang River and setting up the Xinghe Grand Formation, it was to fulfill Ye Qianyang's last wish. He wanted to make up for the guilt in his heart.

However, Bei Yan Jing Yun didn't say any of these things.

The one who truly saved Ye Yang wasn't himself, nor was it me, but Bei Yan Jing Yun.

While I was full of doubts, I saw the Xinghe Grand Formation above our heads being re-ignited. The brilliant starlight propelled the rock cave representing the firmament, separating it to both sides.

The already shattered Laocheng Camp buildings fell from the top of the cave like a torrential downpour.

In that instant, the fortune that had disappeared from us erupted again. The earth-shattering falling rocks seemed to deliberately avoid our location, falling towards the open space with a roaring sound.

A few seconds later, I saw an even more horrifying scene.

The gap above the Laocheng Camp was completely enveloped in lightning. Streaks of lightning danced in the air like golden snakes, with an aura of狂暴 (kuáng bào, violent) and destruction, wandering around.

In the distance, Xie Ban Gui and Wang Hun led their massive armies, waiting in full battle array.

Ye Yang looked up at the sky and said, "Little Spirit Coffin, this gap is also your masterpiece, isn't it?"

"A corner of the sky is missing, a line of life appears. You left me a glimmer of hope; that is the affection between us!"

Bei Yan Jing Yun didn't say a word, tears streaming down his face.

With a wave of his hand, Ye Yang made the coffin cast from iron bones float into mid-air, meeting the golden thunder that filled the sky.

Suddenly, the war drums of Xie Ban Gui's direction roared wildly, and the howls of countless soldiers resounded through the clouds.

Xie Ban Gui's voice also rose, shaking the heavens: "I use iron blood to forge a divine coffin; all the gods and demons enter my coffin!"

"Coffin Sect disciples, give your lives to protect the coffin!"

Wang Hun also roared, "All generals, follow me to meet the heavenly tribulation and resist the might of heaven!"

Someone stepped forward: "The Biaoqi Camp requests to fight."

"Granted!"

With Xie Ban Gui's order, the Shen character banner fluttered in the wind. A white-robed Confucian general took the lead, charging into the clouds, with thousands of troops following closely behind, rushing towards the sky.

At the same time, heavenly thunder struck, and hundreds and thousands of figures disappeared in the flashing light and shadows of the thunder.

Knowing that this trip would lead to annihilation, the soldiers under the Pojun Sect rushed towards the wildly dancing lightning, one camp after another.

The ghosts exploded into phosphorescent fires, like a torrential rain formed from碧血 (bì xuè, green blood), falling from the sky.

The troops of Pojun Ghost King disappeared for the most part in just over ten minutes.

"Ten thousand ghosts carry the coffin, raise the coffin!" From Wang Hun's direction came a roar.

Countless ghosts raised a huge coffin, walking in the air, step by step, meeting the lightning in their hearts.

The sound of golden thunder striking the coffin replaced the war drums that urged the armies.

Pushing the two iron-blooded ghost armies towards the thunder.

Bei Yan Jing Yun cried out loudly, "Master Ancestor! Look!"

"The disciples of the Coffin Sect were annihilated like this back then!"

"The Liangjie Mountain back then was even more tragic than this. After our brothers died, our ghosts still stood up and continued to fight! They can't come back; they've been annihilated!"

"Master Ancestor, we can actually all survive, and the Coffin Sect can stay!"

"Is it worth it to do this?"

"Aren't術士 (shù shì, Taoist priests/sorcerers) supposed to not care about the rise and fall of the world, not care about the struggles of dynasties?"

"What exactly are we resisting heaven for?"

Ye Yang didn't speak, but Xie Ban Gui's voice came over, "If there wasn't still a great battle, this king would also be willing to rush towards the thunder with them. They will indeed never return, but the coffin they forged with iron blood will forever guard the human world."

"We are ghost gods, but we also come from the human world."

"For the sake of the human world, becoming a ghost is without regrets, scattering our souls is also without regrets!"

Xie Ban Gui's voice seemed to enrage the heavens. The lightning in the air suddenly increased tenfold, and the earth trembled violently under the roar of the thunder.

All the ghost soldiers solemnly raised their heads to look at the sky.

The last heavenly tribulation was about to arrive, and the final fight was about to begin.

Xie Ban Gui and Wang Hun roared at the same time: "Gentlemen, follow me to charge!"

"Stop!" Ye Yang took a step forward and said, "How can I allow you two juniors to offer sacrifices to the coffin I built myself?"

As Bei Yan Jing Yun raised his head, he saw Ye Yang reaching out to him: "Little Spirit Coffin, in my heart, you have always been the little child I watched grow up."

"Go! If you want to leave behind the spark of the Coffin Sect, then go! You are the last ember left by the Coffin Sect."

Bei Yan Jing Yun was in tears: "Master Ancestor, no... what are you going to do?"

Ye Yang raised his head and looked at the sky: "The world will no longer have Ye Qianyang!"