Quick Wear: Waiting for an Opportunity

Chapter 1545 The Exploiter of the Great Demon (68)

Perhaps the mountain spirit, struggling to think things through, realized that since it couldn't be held back at this point, it could only ask one basic question: to let him accept the arrangement of fate naturally.

Leave this world with ease, peace of mind, and tranquility!

It is truly rare for a person to remain calm when experiencing the emotional fluctuations of hope, despair, and extreme joy and sorrow.

The mountain spirit stopped struggling, slowly came to terms with it, and decided to let go, allowing the mountain spirit to leave on its own.

Without hesitation or lingering attachment.

The mountain spirit wore an expression of great pain, its face streaked with tears that fell like pearls from a broken string. The continuous infusion of spiritual energy, which was initially easy to accept, eventually led to a deviation in the way the spiritual energy was absorbed.

The thick streams slowly transformed into thin, flowing veins. This was not the outcome they desired, but it was the final result and manifestation of fate.

The mountain spirit, ultimately helpless, reluctant, and powerless, softly uttered those words.

Mountain Spirit: "Brother, Patriarch, I'm letting you go! I have no more requests, I'll let you go!"

Mountain Ghost: "Woo woo..."

Mountain Spirit: "It's not that I don't love you, it's that I'm truly powerless to help!"

Mountain Spirit: "I can't save you, and I can't change anything, oh dear..."

Great Demon: "Little sister, don't cry..."

As the great demon lay dying, he still wanted to wipe away her tears, but alas, he could not do it. His heart was willing, but his strength was insufficient. After uttering his last words, he reluctantly closed his eyes, turned his head away, and his hand slipped from the mountain spirit's grasp. His life force vanished completely.

At this moment, the mountain spirit let out a heart-wrenching scream, venting its deepest reluctance, pain, and sorrow.

Mountain Spirit: "Ah... Waaah..."

Mountain Spirit: "Master, don't go!"

Her screams, after erupting, slowly became subdued. The ultimate sorrow is silent weeping, and in the end, it is the absence of tears that brings peace.

Having cried all her tears, in a state of utter silence, in a calm heart, she could only watch helplessly as the person in her arms gradually became transparent, their primordial spirit and physical body completely annihilated, turning into starlight that drifted away in the wind, disappearing without a trace.

Yelü Li: "Is this the joy and sorrow, the separation and reunion of humankind?"

Yelü Li scratched his head, clearly puzzled, and spoke softly.

Jun Wuyou sighed helplessly and spoke softly.

Jun Wuyou: "Sigh!"

Jun Wuyou: "What a painful emotional journey it must be for a person, from being reluctant to let go, to helplessly giving up, and finally letting go, watching their beloved leave!"

Yelü Feng shook his head, shaking it like a rattle drum, and slowly spoke in a low voice.

Yelü Feng: "Alas, having never experienced such suffering, I can only watch helplessly. The dead cannot be brought back to life, but those who are alive must try to live their lives well!"

Yelü Feng: "Cousin, shouldn't we go and comfort her?"

Jun Wuyou nodded and responded slowly, speaking softly.

Jun Wuyou: "Yes, let's go take a look!"

Yelü Feng: "Okay, let's go!"

Yelü Li: "Let's go!"

The three men stepped forward, approached her, and gently patted her shoulder. Jun Wuyou, who had some prior relationship with her, spoke softly.

Jun Wuyou: "Master of the Mountain Ghost Clan, you will have to forge your own path from now on!"

Jun Wuyou: "You must be strong and get through this!"

Jun Wuyou: "Those who are alive cannot live in sorrow forever; they must move on quickly!"

Jun Wuyou: "Live on!"