Chapter 2599 The wind rises! The sword rises!

"You're back."

An old and hoarse voice sounded, and an old man with skinny bones, sparse hair, almost no teeth, and wrinkles on his face walked out of the dilapidated hut.

Gu Han didn't look back.

He knew who was talking.

Old Eight.

"Is it...them?"

"Alas."

Old Eight didn't answer directly, but came to his side, looked at the two graves, and said softly: "Not long after you left, their life spans were almost exhausted."

Gu Han's heart trembled!

Old Eight continued: "They refused the longevity medicine of A Da and others, and chose to break the mirror by themselves. As a result... Although they barely broke into the boundless realm, it was already the limit."

Gu Han didn't speak.

In the land of the East Wilderness, Zhao Mengyou and Xue Yu's qualifications are naturally one in a million, but looking at the various realms and the various eras, they are just ordinary members. It is already precious to be able to reach the boundless realm.

"What about them?"

After a moment of silence, he asked again.

"They died too."

Old Eight shook his head, his tone somewhat bleak, "In the face of time, everyone is equal. Even if there are some longevity drugs, how can they resist the cutting of the blade of time?"

"Just like me."

"Although I have observed your Yizi sword and have taken a few more steps than them, now... it's almost over."

Said.

He glanced at the gate of the courtyard and sighed desolately: "If the sword is like this, what about people?"

Under the baptism of the law of time.

His giant sword, which is more than ten feet high and comparable to the door panel, is now rusty and broken, without the domineering and sharpness of the past.

"I came back too late."

Gu Han sighed, feeling a little guilty.

"It's not your fault."

After so many years, Lao Ba seemed to have become much more sober, and sighed: "Practicing Taoism is an act of defying the will of heaven and changing one's fate."

"It's like climbing a dangerous peak."

"Some people only try it briefly, some people do it all at once, and some people collapse halfway... But how many people can finally reach the top of the mountain?"

"They are like this."

"So am I, and so are A Da and A Er."

He took a step forward gently.

He patted Gu Han on the shoulder and whispered: "Time is like a journey, and I am also a traveler. This road is too long, too long, so long that I can't see the end."

"One day."

"We will be tired, exhausted, and stop. We can only watch your back go away, and then... we will be completely buried and sleep forever on this road."

Gu Han was silent.

In the past, he rarely thought about this problem, but after returning to the beginning of the era and experiencing all kinds of things, he found that the immortals who only existed in legends in later generations, the peak strongmen who claimed to be immortal and immortal, and who lived forever with the Tao, would also die, and die in large numbers!

Even as strong as the old Taoist Da Meng.

The supreme power that has long transcended everything, in the end, only has a trace of remnant left, living in the lower world.

He doesn't want to.

He doesn't want to go further and further on this road, and there are fewer and fewer people around him. He doesn't want to reach the peak one day, and when he looks back, there is no one behind him, and what awaits him is eternal loneliness.

"I cultivate the will of all living beings."

He whispered: "If you are all gone, if all living beings are gone, what is the meaning of my cultivation?"

Lao Ba understood.

"Actually."

He sighed: "I didn't expect that the Xuantian Sword Sect's One-Word Sword actually came from you, and you are the real creator of the Xuantian Sword Sect."

Gu Han was stunned.

Looking at the old Ba who was so old that he would fall down with a gust of wind, he asked: "Have you recovered your memory?"

The moment he came back.

He found that something was wrong with Lao Ba.

"People get old."

Lao Ba did not answer directly, but whispered: "It's easy to remember the past."

Gu Han understood.

Lao Ba's madness stems from his obsession with the Yizi Sword. Now that he has found the source of the Yizi Sword and fulfilled his wish, he is naturally no longer confused.

"How long can you hold on?"

He asked the most crucial question.

"I haven't calculated it."

Old Eight shook his head, not caring, and said softly: "Maybe a year or two... It's meaningless."

"What a pity."

"Even you failed, so I have no chance to go out. I owe them, I owe Xiaoyun... I can't pay it back, and I don't have a chance to pay it back."

"There is a chance."

Gu Han looked at him and said seriously: "Go back, and you can pay it back."

"Go back?"

Old Eight was slightly stunned, subconsciously raised his head, looked at the time monuments blocked outside the courtyard, felt the time ban that made him despair, and murmured: "How to go back?"

"I found the way back."

Gu Han lowered his eyes, glanced at the black sword in his hand, and said softly: "Besides, I have another sword that can send us back!"

A gleam of brilliance suddenly flashed in Old Eight's turbid eyes.

"Can we really... go back?"

"Yes!"

"Leave now?"

"Wait a little longer."

Gu Han shook his head: "This sword has been nurtured for too long, it is too strong, and too perfect. With my own strength, I can't drive it with all my strength, and... I can't kill him!"

"Who to kill?"

"A person who is blocking the road!"

"What should we do?"

"Wait for someone."

Gu Han said calmly: "The two of us can fully drive this sword with our combined strength."

"Wait for whom?"

"A person who borrowed the sword."

Gu Han did not explain much, but just said: "If I think correctly, he should have reached the end of his rope, and soon... he will come to borrow my sword."

The past him borrowed the sword from the present him.

The present him borrowed people from the past him.

Over and over again.

Everything is back to the starting point.

"You go and prepare."

Stop thinking in her heart, she said: "I will accompany them for the last time."

Old Eight sighed.

He staggered away.

At the original place, Gu Han did not move, looking at the two somewhat sloppy little earthen mounds, thinking of the two girls' past voices and smiles, and his heart was mixed with mixed feelings, sadness, loss, guilt... and a trace of regret.

Perhaps.

At a certain moment, he was indeed moved by them.

In a trance.

He seemed to see two beautiful figures, one purple and one white, coming towards him, one touched his chest openly, and the other pecked his cheek shyly.

For a while.

He couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or the obsession of the two women really came true. It was just that the body temperature and fragrance left on their faces and bodies were extremely real.

He took another look.

He found that on the two originally bare graves, there were two small flowers, one purple and one white. They were completely different from the half-dead vegetable sprouts in the vegetable garden. They were full of vitality and vitality. The breeze rippled and swayed gently in front of him, and the fragrance was overflowing.

Buzz buzz buzz.

At the same time, the black sword in his hand suddenly trembled with an unprecedented amplitude!

Gu Han sighed slightly.

"I'll take you home."

The wind blew, and the person who borrowed the sword came.