That's when things will truly become a lose-lose situation.Only Ginger Cloud seemed oblivious to Changli's experiences.However, a similar breath escaped his lips, and a glimmer of imperceptible deligh...Grandpa!

Although Jiang Yun's mind was blurry, he could still recognize the person in front of him at a glance - it was his grandfather, Jiang Wanli.

The wrinkles on grandpa's face still held their usual kindness, his body slightly stooped, hands clasped behind him.

Just like when he had seen Jiang Yun leave Jiang Village that year, he gazed at Jiang Yun with those eyes filled with satisfaction, standing there, motionless.

Although his body did not move, in Ginger Cloud's eyes, his appearance, his skin, his hair, every organ and part of him aged at an incredibly rapid pace.

Looking at the grandfather's constant aging, Ginger Cloud felt an unbearable anxiety in her heart.

He wanted to scream, to reach out and stop it, but at this moment his body was bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

His mouth was utterly silent, unable to utter a single sound. He could only watch helplessly as his grandfather aged day by day, growing frail and withered, nearing the end of his life.

Until the grandfather's entire being utterly collapsed, transforming into countless grains of sand, dissipating into nothingness.

Before Ginger Cloud could figure out what was going on, another child appeared before him. He looked to be only seven or eight years old, with rosy lips and pearly teeth.

Master!

This is Ginger Cloud's master, Gu Bulao!

Just like a grandfather, the master known as Immortal, in front of Jiang Yun, transformed from a child into a youth, then into middle age, and finally into an elder until he turned to dust.

Next, one by one, familiar figures of Ginger Cloud appeared before him.

Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister, Third Senior Brother, Ginger Yue-Ruo, Summer Zhong-Xing, Dao Tian-You...

Every person, in Jiang Yun's eyes, goes from youth to old age and then from old age to nothingness.

And the disappearance of each figure, Ginger Cloud could feel a heart-wrenching pain, an irrepressible sadness, and a desire to stop them from vanishing!

But he couldn't do anything!

This was simply the greatest torment for him.

Ginger Cloud couldn't feel the passage of time, nor could she calculate how many figures had appeared and disappeared before her.

He just had a vague feeling that it seemed like all the people he cared about in his life had already appeared.

However, at this moment, another figure slowly appeared before him.

This figure, is Ginger Cloud himself!

Ginger Cloud could only watch helplessly as himself, from his youth, slowly aged until he was completely gone from sight.

And as his figure disappeared, the pain, sorrow, and longing in Jiang Yun's heart finally reached their peak, their ultimate limit!

...to the point where his hazy mind seemed to vaguely grasp something, but couldn't quite catch it. In a moment of desperation, he let out a simple syllable from his mouth, which had been incapable of sound: "Dead!"

The emission of this syllable gave Jiang Yun the feeling that he had found a way to vent his feelings. His mouth began to utter murmurs like a dream: "Death, death, death!"

But this, obviously, couldn't allow Jiang Yun to fully vent out the mixture of sadness and pain that churned within him.

Therefore, his immobile body suddenly moved, extending a finger and frantically scribbling in the air.

With the dance of his fingers, one by one, the characters "death" appeared.

And these "dead" characters, once they appear, will hover in the air, condensing and accumulating.

To outsiders, it looked like the word "death." But to Jiang Yun, what he was drawing with his fingertips was a series of people who had cared about him, appearing and disappearing just now.

Gingercloud was truly acting like a madman, constantly muttering "death" in his mouth and writing "death" endlessly with his fingertips.

In this way, after who knows how long had passed, and after who knows how many "death" characters had condensed in the air, a loud "boom" suddenly echoed.

All the "dead" characters floating in the air suddenly exploded, transforming into a murky river - Huangquan. It instantly engulfed Jiang Yun completely.

At the same time, an ancient voice sounded again within Ginger Cloud's body: "It's still a bit of a stretch!"

Although this young man has experienced many things, his understanding of life and death is still too superficial.

"Only death can be seen, but not life!"

Though this opportunity is precious, he can at most only grasp the superficiality of the laws of death.

"Even, he might not even be able to feel his fur. If he can't wake up, then he will forever be immersed in the law of death, thus truly... dying!"

"Besides, he'd better hurry up. In his current state, he can't stay in this Mortal Plane for too long. Otherwise, the consequence will still be death!"

With a hint of melancholy, the aged voice faded away, leaving only Jiang Yun's voice repeating "death" incessantly, emanating from the Huangquan that enveloped him.

“Dead, dead, dead……”

……

No one spoke within the main hall, only the tenth chime's sound echoed throughout this vast world.

Although they had already experienced several shocks since entering this temple, nothing compared to the shock of hearing the tenth chime!

The sound of the bell ringing ten times, although it exists in the Nine Great Paths and within each Great Heavenly Path, no one has ever truly heard it until now!

The head of the Lian Jiu Dao Zong could only summon nine chimes from the bell, so it can be imagined that a person who could summon ten chimes would hold an extremely noble status.

In the cognition of most people, only one person can bear this tenth chime.

This person has never appeared personally at the Jiudao Sect and various Great Heavens.

However, today, within the very hall of questioning the Master's teachings, the tenth bell chime suddenly rang out. This naturally caused everyone to feel extreme shock.

Could it really be him

At this moment, everyone felt as if their breath had stopped. Regardless of where they were in the world, they instinctively rose to their feet.

Even someone like Dan Daozi, Bu Yi Nan and others are not exempt!

Even the unruly and always impudent Di Xinghe, whose face was usually filled with arrogance, was rarely seen so serious.

And the people of the Shanhai Sect and the ancient demon clan, naturally all recovered their silence and looked up at the sky.

And within the domain of Lord Zong, one by one figures emerged, standing behind Dao Tianyun. There were six people in total, each radiating an immensely powerful aura.

They are the main sect's elite, second only to the sect master in terms of both strength and status. the six elders.

The appearance of the six elders did not attract much attention.

However, a few powerful figures like Dan Daozi looked at the six people with puzzled expressions on their faces.

As is well known, the elders of the Master Question School number seven, but now there is one missing.

Especially the sect master, he hasn't shown up yet...

As for Dao Tianyun, he was already so excited that his face was flushed red and his body trembled slightly. His hands didn't know where to put themselves and he kept taking deep breaths.

It seems this is the only way to suppress his inner excitement at this moment.

Of course, not everyone was so excited and shocked. Only Jian Sheng remained seated with his eyes closed in meditation, his face betraying no expression from beginning to end.

It seems he is indifferent to everything going on outside.

Besides the sword fighter, there was another coffin lying there silently.

When the tenth chime of the bell finally subsided, a figure appeared at the heavens' end above the Question Dao sect's master!

This novel is first published by Traditional Chinese Novel Websitea vast number of cultivators began to rise uncontrollably.Especially those cultivators who were at the bottleneck between two major realms, at this moment, it was even easier for them to break through...