I was stunned as well, and immediately struggled to stand up. "Ye Yang, don't do anything foolish! As long as the green hills remain, there's no need to worry about firewood!"

Behind Ye Yang, however, there emerged a figure wearing a Daoist robe, with long, disheveled hair.

The Nine Coffin Daoist, Ye Qianyang?

Ye Qianyang turned his head to look at me: "Ye Yang, the reason he destroyed his memories wasn't to hide the secrets of the Coffin Gate. It was to hide the divine sense I left on him."

"The divine sense I left on Ye Yang carries not only my memories, but also my full cultivation."

"However, this secret technique can only be used once."

"After I make my move, there will be no trace of me left in this world."

"Ye Yang values relationships; he feared that one day he would mobilize my will to save others, so he sealed away the memories about me."

"The reason I was able to reach Trap Yang River smoothly is because Ye Yang couldn't remember how to use the Qianyang Sword Intent."

As Ye Qianyang spoke, he held Ye Yang's Cold Flame, stepping towards the rolling thunder and lightning in the sky.

Ye Qianyang, knowing full well that there was no return, walked with composure.

Xie Bangui and Wang Hun knelt on one knee at the same time: "Respectfully sending off the Ancestor!"

Ye Qianyang said faintly: "You are both very good; I am greatly comforted."

Bei Yan Jingyun got up and chased after Ye Qianyang: "Grandmaster... Grandmaster... wait for me, let me do it, let me do it!"

Ye Qianyang said without turning his head: "Little Spirit Coffin! In the Coffin Gate, everyone has their own mission."

"As the Ancestor of the Coffin Gate, I should use my blood and bones as a coffin to suppress the Heavenly Prison and face the Heavenly Tribulation."

"As the most knowledgeable and talented disciple in the Coffin Gate, you should stay and pass on the Coffin Gate's legacy."

"Little Spirit Coffin, I understand your heart."

"Letting you go is unfair to the art of cultivation, and unfair to the disciples of the Coffin Gate."

"However, I know that if I let you go, you can leave a trace of incense for the Coffin Gate, for the art of cultivation, when all the members of the Coffin Gate have died in battle."

"This is your mission!"

"Go! Little Spirit Coffin!"

"I left something for you on Ye Yang; after I leave, you can ask him for it."

"Live well."

"If Heaven and Earth do not perish, the art of cultivation will not die."

"Someone has to preserve a spark for the art of cultivation, leaving a glimmer of hope for the world, isn't that so?"

Bei Yan Jingyun cried and knelt on the ground: "Grandmaster... respectfully sending off Grandmaster!"

Ye Qianyang finally turned his head to look at Ye Yang, who was standing on the ground: "Ye Yang, you should have your own complete life; the Qianyang Sword Intent is the last gift I give you. You must take good care of it."

Ye Qianyang turned his head again to look at me: "Li Po, thank you."

"Ye Yang has been lonely for several lifetimes because of me; you have accompanied him on his journey through the martial world, sharing life and death, adding a touch of warmth to his life."

"I have nothing to give you, but I have to entrust Ye Yang to you. He is the Greedy Wolf; only you can save him."

I looked at Ye Qianyang and said: "Don't worry, as long as I, Li Po, don't die, Ye Yang will be safe!"

"Hahaha..." Ye Qianyang laughed loudly: "It is a pity that I could not see my brother this time. But I saw the two of us from back then in you."

"The martial world, loyalty!"

"It's good to be young!"

Amidst Ye Qianyang's laughter, he raised his sword to the sky, his sword pointing at the heavenly thunder, his hair flying in the wind, his stalwart body standing tall.

"The people of the Coffin Gate, use blood and bones to forge coffins, starting with me, Ye Qianyang, and ending with me, Ye Qianyang!"

"The heart of the cultivator lies in stabilizing the world."

"I, Daoist Ye Qianyang, am willing to use this body to exchange for a thousand years of fire for the art of cultivation, and to exchange for peace in the world."

As Ye Qianyang's voice fell, the vast and boundless sword energy, like a sea, angrily met the Heavenly Tribulation, piercing through the nine heavens. It collided violently with the thousands of thunderbolts.

The dazzling golden light and the brilliant sword energy intertwined and scattered in all directions!

Splendid, magnificent.

The bursts of thunder sounded like the last roar of the cultivators, it was the final bloom of the cultivator's heart.

The rumbling thunder gradually dissipated, and a torrential downpour instantly fell.

At that time, I seemed to have an illusion.

The thunder was the heavens seeing off a generation of legends in the art of cultivation.

The rainstorm was the gods and demons of the heavens crying loudly for Ye Qianyang.

A beam of light flashed from the sky, and the Cold Flame that had been tempered by the heavenly thunder fell at Ye Yang's feet, with what appeared to be blood flowing faintly on the sword.

Ye Qianyang was gone, but his iron-blooded will was passed on to Ye Yang, to the Coffin Gate.

Bei Yan Jingyun's body was kneeling motionless on the ground, but in the distance, a middle-aged Daoist walked over in a daze.

He was the real Lingguan Sanren.

Bei Yan Jingyun was just a puppet he controlled.

I didn't understand why Lingguan Sanren never met Ye Qianyang in his true form.

Now, Lingguan Sanren suddenly appeared after Ye Qianyang's death, what was he going to do?

Could it be that everything he said just now was false?

I wasn't the only one who had this thought.

Xie Bangui and Wang Hun rushed towards us quickly.

Feng Ruoxing and Wang Xiaohuan rushed towards Ye Yang at the same time.

Before we could reach Ye Yang's side, Lingguan Sanren had already appeared opposite Ye Yang.

Worthy of being a peerless powerhouse, second only to the Nine Coffin Daoist back then, we had no time to stop him when he wanted to make a move.

At this moment, Lingguan Sanren reached out to Ye Yang and said: "Give it to me!"