Mu Yan was waiting, waiting for the world consciousness to swallow his soul and reborn and sprout.

This time is very erratic, maybe a moment or hundreds of years.

But this time, she was not confused.

Because she knew that there was always someone in this world who would wait for her.

That's enough...

However, as Feng Zhi sighed became clearer, Mu Yan did not wait for the actions of the Heavenly Dao, but instead heard the sound of all things resurrecting.

She opened her eyes in confusion, but saw a soul full of spiritual energy floating in front of her.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as a painting, and she was showing a bright smile at her.

However, the girl's long hair locked her like a winding vine, and directly passed to the center of the world. She was using her soul power to reshape the tree of life.

This person is not someone else, but a saint who should have hatred and resentment towards the entire Thousand Domain Continent.

Because the saint grew up next to the life technique since childhood, her soul was nourished by Mu Yan for several years after her death, and her soul strength should not be underestimated. She is indeed qualified to become the reshaping soul of the tree of life.

But the Saint does not resent the people in the Thousand Realms Continent, which is the greatest compassion, and it is absolutely impossible to sacrifice herself to protect the mainland.

"Why?" Mu Yan asked, but the saint was silent, making Mu Yan frown, "Don't tell me about the boundless love, you know that it sounds stupid."

"No..." The saint stared at Mu Yan quietly with his eyes, and finally said, "No one has boundless love... It's just that in this homeland, there are my emotions, the people I like, my memories, and my growth... Even if all this is not beautiful, even if people betray me, I hope that the people I like can forget hatred on this land and live without worries."

"People you like?"

"Yes, because I have held a grudge against fate, the heaven and the people, I know that kind of pain... Since even I am in pain, how can I hope the person I love will experience it again?"

Mu Yan frowned in confusion: "What are you talking about, Ye Liuguang?"

"No...no..." The saint's cheeks turned slightly red, and after a while, he mustered up the courage, "It's you... the person I like, you."

Mu Yan was slightly stunned, and Murliang, who was beside him, was so scared that he blocked Mu Yan domineeringly, as if he was afraid that she would be snatched away.

The saint's eyebrows and eyes were filled with nostalgia and joy.

"I don't know where you came from, why you avenge me and help me, but you rescued me from despair and mud, so I don't want to let hatred touch your eyes, your hands, your soul... Although I die with resentment, I also have love in my heart.

No matter how annoying the world is, as long as you are, the world is beautiful.

So I want to protect it, protect the world you are in, protect the people here, everything here is just because you are there.

Don’t worry about Ye Liuguang, Gu Ling and others for me. Life is short, please be sure to forget my hatred and live well.”

This is my greatest comfort.

As soon as he finished speaking, the saint's face slowly appeared with bark-like patterns.

She looked at Mu Yan deeply, turned around resolutely, and jumped into the revived tree of life.

It’s not that you don’t hate, but love is more important.

It is precisely because you are in the world that I am willing to protect the world. Even if this world has caused me harm, I don’t regret it.

Mu Yan forgot to react for a moment and stood there in a daze, as if... she had faced such a choice...

When?

Why is she... suddenly so sad?
Chapter completed!