Chapter 158: Dialogue with the Saint Master on Mastering the Power of Time

Anle looked at the figure in front of him. His face was ordinary, but it was very difficult for Anle to remember his appearance.

The man looked like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, wearing ordinary clothes. His aura was a little elusive and his eyes were deep, just like the starry sky he had seen before.

It was as if the eyes contained the entire starry sky, vast and deep.

Anle had imagined many images of the Saint Master, but not the one in front of him.

He had thought that the Saint Master might be an old man with a fairy-like appearance, wearing a white robe and a fairy-like aura.

He had thought that the Saint Master might be a scholar like a scholar in a literary academy, full of poetry and books.

He had also thought that the Saint Master might be a wise old man, leaning on a cane, with a unique temperament formed because of years and experience.

But he never thought that the Saint Master in front of him would be an extremely ordinary middle-aged man.

Although Anle could not remember the appearance of the Saint Master for the time being, it was obvious that the image of the Saint Master was very different from the image in Anle's mind.

The Saint Master picked up the wine pot again, held it in the distance, and the wine in the pot drew a crystal clear arc and entered the Saint Master's mouth, and the rich aroma of old yellow wine was diffused.

A touch of enjoyment appeared on the Saint Master's face.

Then, the Saint Master looked at Anle and handed him the wine pot.

"You are the only one who brought a wine pot, and the most ordinary yellow wine among the mortals, to talk to me."

"The impression you left on me was quite deep."

The Saint Master said with a smile.

His words made Anle come back to his senses from doubts and shock.

"Do you think my image is somewhat different from the image in your mind?" The Saint Master sat on a big rock, facing Anle, and smiled softly.

"It's a rare opportunity for us to talk. If you have any doubts, please tell me. If I can help you, I will do my best to answer you."

An Le heard this, his eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, nodded and said: "In my mind, the image of the Saint Master should be that of a wise old man, but now it seems that the Saint Master... does not seem to have a fixed appearance."

The Saint Master, who looked like a middle-aged man, raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Oh?"

"The appearance of the senior should be deliberately created for me to see. I can see the appearance of the senior, but I can't remember this appearance. Is it because the appearance is ordinary? It should not be just that, it seems that it is because the senior has a power that can erase the image of himself in people's minds."

An Le said.

The Saint Master laughed: "You are indeed a genius who can condense the power of Ganye Temple's Heart Sword in the fifth realm."

"Your feeling is correct. I have lived for too long and have forgotten what I look like. I have not been in the human world for many years, and my image in the human world has also become blurred..."

"The power you feel that can erase the image in your memory is actually the power of rules in me. My true appearance cannot be borne by the rules of this world, and it is beyond the scope of what this world can record, so this situation will occur."

"In short, I am too strong."

The Saint Master smiled, then took another sip of the wine in the pot, and sighed: "The strong people in the world have all drunk too many kinds of wine, whether it is wine brewed by spiritual medicine, wine nurtured by mineral deposits, or wine refined by stars... They are all inferior to a mouthful of ordinary grain wine that does not contain any spiritual energy."

"Because it is ordinary, it makes people have endless aftertaste."

"The smell of fireworks is only brewed in the ordinary."

Anle glanced at the old yellow wine, but did not drink it again.

The mountains were hazy with mist and rain, and the shadows of six holy mountains stretched between heaven and earth, as if they had supported a passage for the Saint Master to return to the human world.

The bridge between heaven and earth was lifted up, and the Saint Master came across the bridge.

"Why did you choose this mountain? As a place to talk with me?"

Before Anle asked, the Saint Master spoke instead, which made Anle startled.

The Saint Master looked at Anle: "You and I are talking to each other, and naturally you ask me questions when you have questions, and I ask you when I have questions. You and I are equals."

"Perhaps, this is the reason for fate. After leaving Lin'an, standing at the city gate, the thick mist and rain obscured my eyes. I could only roughly see Hanshan's appearance and could not observe him closely, so I chose to leave everything to fate. I practiced swordsmanship, so I naturally used sword energy as a guide. The sword energy of Fusong Mountain echoed the strongest, so I chose it." Anle said calmly, and this was indeed the reason for his choice.

"Each mountain actually has its own spirituality. The more spiritual things are, the more they will try their best to show themselves when faced with a choice."

"Mountains are no exception. Fusong Mountain was once chosen by Li Youan. That time, Fusong Mountain failed to become a holy mountain. I thought this mountain would never have the chance to become a holy mountain again, but I never thought that you would choose it again. Fate comes and goes."

"It is destined to be the seventh mountain, so it is the seventh mountain."

The Saint Master nodded, quite satisfied with Anle's answer.

And his words fell, which also meant that this Fusong Mountain truly became the seventh holy mountain. There would be no more accidents like Li Youan's time, and no more changes would be made.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a mysterious will descending, and the entire Fusong Mountain, at this moment, underwent an inexplicable transformation.

The mountain masters in the shadows of the six holy mountains looked at each other and nodded slightly. Their souls separated again and stepped out of their respective holy mountains. As they took steps, they turned into meteors across the sky like mountains and crashed into the seventh mountain.

The shadows of the six mountain masters fell on different sections of the mountain roads of the seventh mountain, like flowers blooming.

The Saint Master and Anle were still sitting on the top of the mountain. In the wind and rain, Anle's white clothes were constantly fluttering.

"Anle, you took away the future sword energy I left behind on the cliff. Did you realize the future?" said the Saint Master.

Anle didn't expect that the Saint Master would ask him another question. Are their identities reversed?

Dialogue with the Saint Master, talk with the Saint Master... Shouldn't he, Anle, be the one asking the questions?

However, facing the Saint Master's question, Anle thought for a moment and said, "I have seen the Great Zhao destroyed, the mountains and rivers broken, the Yuan and Mongolian cavalry trampled in, the beacon smoke, the city broken, and people died."

Anle recalled the ink painting he had seen on the cliff and couldn't help but speak out. Anle had never said this to others, but to the Saint Master, Anle had no such taboo. After all, it was because of the future sword energy left by the Saint Master that he could see the future.

The Saint Master heard this and smiled gently: "Do you think this future is true? Will the Great Zhao really be destroyed under the trampling of the Yuan and Mongolian cavalry?"

Anle thought about it, combined with his experience in his previous life, he nodded seriously.

"The future... has infinite possibilities. What you see may not be the real future. The changes in the world will never change because of personal will. Everything in the world follows its own laws."

"Just like the alternation of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, just like the flow of day and night, this is the law of the world itself, and people live in the world, and there are also rules for people to survive."

"The alternation of dynasties may just be a leaf falling from a big tree in autumn, and new leaves will grow in the spring of next year."

The Saint Master sat cross-legged on a big stone, his eyes indifferent.

"The past, present and future, these three forces are a gift I left to the world. Li Youan talked with me. He was full of doubts. He asked me a lot of questions. Maybe he didn't find a satisfactory answer from me."

"He cares whether Da Zhao will collapse, but for me, Da Zhao is just an ordinary dynasty among many dynasties. It can only be said that when it is corrupt, it will change."

The Saint Master's eyes are deep, like the stars in the sky.

"It may sound cruel, but the Holy Mountain has never been involved in the succession of dynasties. Even when the first emperor of the world collapsed ten thousand years ago, the Holy Mountain still did not intervene. The Holy Mountain has its own opponents."

"No matter how chaotic the world is, the Holy Mountain will not intervene unless the rules are broken, because only in chaos can true heroes emerge. The Holy Mountain has its own opponents."

The Holy Master said something that An Le could not understand.

A little confusion appeared in An Le's eyes. The Holy Mountain was transcendent, and the Holy Master was even more powerful and difficult to guess. Would such an existence have opponents?

"Is the opponent... the immortal in the sky?"

An Le thought about it and asked.

The Holy Master smiled, picked up the wine pot and drank a sip of wine, and said meaningfully: "If you think it is, then it is."

An Le was more confused after hearing this, because he thought of a question.

If the opponent of the Holy Mountain is an immortal...

Then what about the immortal army that the First Emperor once faced...?

The green mountain was stained with the blood of immortals, and the immortals besieged the peerless emperor of the world. Where was the holy mountain at that time? Where was the holy master?

The holy master seemed to think of Anle's doubts, and his eyes fell on the yellowed broken bamboo sword on Anle's waist.

"This is a very good sword."

The holy master said softly: "The green mountain is buried, and the emperor who created the legend has the courage to challenge the immortals, but in fact, the immortals... are also people, and have not exceeded the constraints of the world."

"But immortals are different from people, or in other words, there is a difference in the place where they live. Do you know what this difference is?"

The holy master began to ask Anle again. He seemed to like asking Anle questions. Anle didn't know whether the holy master talked to other people in the same way.

However, Anle still thought carefully about what the holy master said, and finally answered: "Longevity?"

Immortals can live forever, but people can't.

This is a difference that Anle knows. The cultivation of immortals may not be the strongest. After all, when the First Emperor swung his sword, he was stained with a lot of immortal blood, which shows that immortals are not so powerful that they are invincible, but immortals can live forever and live for a long time. This is the biggest difference.

"Longevity... it's right and wrong."

"Longevity is actually relative."

The Saint Master thought for a while and said.

"You should know that there is a door between immortals and the human world, called the Heavenly Gate. Beyond the Heavenly Gate is the Immortal World... the world where immortals live, so it is called the Immortal World."

"But have you ever thought that in the Immortal World... immortals may also die. They may also only live for 500 years. Once 500 years are exhausted, they will grow old, wither and die, just like those practitioners in the human world who are facing the deadline."

Anle was stunned when he heard this: "Immortals... can only live for 500 years?"

"Yes, of course, the stronger immortals can live for 1,000, 2,000, 3,000 years... but in fact, compared with the practitioners in the human world, there is not much more, right?" The Saint Master smiled.

Anle frowned, feeling that the words spoken by the Holy Master somewhat subverted his understanding.

Can such an immortal be considered immortal?

"But one day in the fairy world lasts a hundred years on earth."

The Holy Master took a sip of wine and said softly.

Hearing this, Anle's hair stood on end.

"The biggest difference between the immortal world and the human world is actually the difference in the power of time." The Saint Master looked at Anle: "The past, present, and future... can be called the power of time."

"The power of time... By the way, you should know the power of time, right?"

The Holy Master smiled gently.

However, that gaze made Anle feel that the other party seemed to have seen through a lot of things, as if he had seen all of Anle's deepest secrets.

"I know a little bit." Anle pursed her lips and said in a low voice.

He can see the energy of time, and can even pull out the energy of time and transform it into the fruit of time... Is this considered the power of time?

Therefore, Anle understands a little bit about the power of time, but it is not nonsense.

The Holy Master smiled: "Of course I know that you only know one thing, and this is enough for you to digest. The power of time is the most powerful force in the world, and it is the power of authority that has the opportunity to achieve transcendence."

"But you haven't really learned to master this power; you have to learn to master it."

The Holy Master said while drinking.

"There are many things, but there is no need to talk too much. You just need to know that the Holy Mountain has its opponents."

"Today, you and I can talk freely. However, I am farther along in my cultivation level than you are. Therefore, I think it is best for you to ask some questions related to cultivation. After all, the next step is The battle in the Seven Mountains still requires some improvement in your cultivation."

"If you can become the Lord of the Seventh Mountain, you will know a lot of things. It will be a waste to waste the great opportunity of our conversation to learn some things that you should know. It will be a loss if you think about it."

Anle heard the words and immediately understood the meaning of the Holy Master's words.

After he finished the conversation with the Holy Master, it was time to open the Seventh Mountain and select the Lord of the Holy Mountain belonging to the Seventh Mountain.

The mountain owner of the Holy Mountain has the qualifications to talk to the Holy Master, so the Holy Master said that after becoming the mountain owner, these issues can be easily understood.

But nowadays, wasting this opportunity to learn something is not cost-effective.

An Le heard the words and grabbed the bamboo sword Qingshan at his waist. He looked at the Holy Master and said, "I once realized my own sword intention on the way to chase the second prince Zhao Pei."

"The meaning of the sword is called the Heart of the Heart, and the other is called the Mountains and Rivers. They take the meaning of simplicity and complexity."

Anle said.

The Holy Master sat upright on the big stone and nodded slightly: "You should go all out to kill me."

After the words fell, Anle floated up from the big stone, holding the bamboo sword Qingshan, the energy and blood intertwined with the mind, between the eyebrows, the sword energy opened and closed, and the glow was long!

With a sword from Chixin, wind and thunder spread and breed on the tip of the sword, scattering and interweaving in all directions.

The simple sword was just passed forward, but it seemed to lock the surrounding space, leaving no one to escape.

The Holy Master took a sip of wine and couldn't help but smile. An ordinary iron sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Holding the iron sword, he also handed it forward. The posture and movements were the same as Anle's, and there was no deviation at all.

However, Anle only felt this sword, leaving him nowhere to hide, as if the sword had pierced his heart and crushed his heart!

The tip of the sword collided with the tip of the sword, and Anle felt that death could come at this moment.

When the sword energy dissipated and was scattered away, the Saint Master's hearty laughter sounded: "Good sword intention. Swordsmen should be simple. The purpose of passing the sword is to kill the enemy, but your simplicity is not enough." Simple, in the little holy order you received, there was a sword move called "Sword Qi is close". The sword Qi of all things in the world is close. Everything can be used as a sword and can kill the enemy."

"Simplicity lies within complexity, and complexity breeds within simplicity. This is the true truth."

"Chixin Mountains and Rivers should be one kind of intention, not two separate sword intentions."

"Since you master the simple way of swordsmanship, but you divide the sword intention into two parts, how can you call it simple?" said the Saint Master.

An Le's eyes lit up slightly when he heard the words, and the [Eternal Genius] Dao Fruit trembled slightly, making his understanding continue to rise at this moment.

The body of the Tongshen Sword seems to have sword energy intertwining and flowing, echoing the induction it generates.

The Holy Master sat on the big stone and looked at An Le who was immersed in the state of enlightenment. There was a hint of appreciation on the face that was difficult to remember. He seemed to be quite surprised that An Le could enter such an enlightenment with just a little guidance. .

Sword energy, swordsmanship, sword intention, swordsmanship...

Behind caring is to understand a Tao.

However, in fact, there are too few people in the world who can truly set foot on a path. Once you practice to the depths, it will actually be a process of seeking the path.

You cannot reach the extreme by following the path that ordinary people have taken, but Tao... is the extreme.

Only the ultimate can open the way.

Peace and happiness, there is the possibility of clearing the way.

Chixin Mountains and Rivers, this is the process of Anle slowly merging the two sword intentions together. In the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, the Heart Sword is blooming with splendor, reflecting the sword intention under the seven-color brilliance.

Anle's enlightenment process did not last long. Soon Anle opened his eyes, with a bright light in his eyes. He continued to ask the Holy Master, holding a bamboo sword and dancing in front of the welcoming pine.

He showed the sword skills he had mastered to the Holy Master and explored them one by one.

A holy master can always give his own guidance. This guidance is not an inherent direction, but a kind of guidance in a general direction, so that Anle can realize the true meaning of it on his own.

Anle also demonstrated the three swords of Cipai that he learned from Zhao Huangting.

The Holy Master nodded: "Those who can create this swordsmanship do have considerable attainments in swordsmanship. They have already touched the threshold of the Tao. However, there is still a lot to be done to truly create a Tao. It is quite difficult. It’s a pity.”

"If it were five thousand years ago, it should be easy to set foot in the Ten Realms, but now... it is naturally difficult."

“If you don’t walk your own path, it will be difficult to reach the ten realms.”

The Holy Master said softly.

Hearing this, An Le also felt some emotion in his heart. The Holy Master had lived for a long time, so there was no need to deceive him. Since it is said that, the old uncle must have been able to set foot in the ten realms five thousand years ago.

Unfortunately, I was born in the wrong era.

"Holy Master, why was the old uncle able to set foot in the Ten Realms five thousand years ago, but now he can't?" Anle asked out of curiosity.

The Holy Master took a sip of the old rice wine, and the wine in the pot was already half full. Seeing Anle's curiosity, he said, "Because in China five thousand years ago, the dragon veins were pure and majestic, and the connection with the China Dynasty was also Deep-rooted and strong dragon veins are equivalent to strong luck, which will naturally feed back to the strong, making it easier for the strong to break through."

"In ancient times, the emperor of the human race forged nine ancient cauldrons with nine dragon veins to gather the luck of heaven and earth. Therefore, powerful practitioners were easily born. Practitioners of the tenth and eleventh realms were not rare, and they formed hundreds of schools of thought. Thousands of years ago, the magnificent emperor ended the troubled times of all countries, and claimed to be the emperor, gathering the Nine Cauldrons. The Immortal behind the Tianmen tempted the emperor with the promise of immortality, hoping to take the Nine Cauldrons into the immortal world and plunder the destiny of the world. , in that battle, countless immortals fell, and the emperor also died. "

The Holy Master's words shook Anle's heart, and it felt like a majestic and vast picture slowly unfolding in front of his eyes.

"What about the Jiuding that gathers the luck of the world?" An Le listened in rapt attention and couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry, the luck in the world will still return to the human world, because I said that the luck in the world cannot enter God, and God will not dare to take it again."

The Holy Master said softly.

"As for the Nine Cauldrons, their function of suppressing the dragon veins has been broken. The human dragon veins are no longer bound. As for the nine ancient cauldrons, one has entered the heaven and the other has entered the First Emperor's Mausoleum."

"God is the name of the fairy world."

Hearing this, Anle suddenly felt strange. Of the nine ancient cauldrons, one went to heaven and one went to the First Emperor's mausoleum. So what were the seven left?

The Holy Master seemed to sense Anle's doubtful gaze.

The unforgettable face became more and more hazy: "There are seven remaining, I will take over temporarily."

Anle immediately took a deep breath.

An incredible idea suddenly emerged in my mind.

Seven holy mountains, could it be...

Just own seven ancient tripods that once suppressed the dragon veins? !

The Holy Master did not directly answer Anle's question, but continued.

"Without Jiuding's suppression, the Dragon Veins of Middle-earth spread freely. Although the number of strong men born was less, it was not none. And a great change occurred five thousand years ago. Many alien races broke into Middle-earth for the first time and wreaked havoc on the land of Middle-earth. , the lives of the people were devastated, countless practitioners died, the whole world was messed up, the dragon veins were polluted, and the luck of the dragon veins was slightly separated by the aliens. From then on, it became more and more difficult for the strong to break through..."

"Dragon Vein Qi Luck is a mysterious and mysterious force. The Heavenly Master's Mansion in the human world is on the path of exploring Dragon Vein Qi Luck, and a Purple Qi Golden Lotus is born. You will have the power of the thousand-year-old Purple Qi Golden Lotus seed in your body." Holy Master He looked at Anle and smiled.

Anle touched the Qi Sea in his Dantian, and the thousand-year-old Purple Qi Golden Lotus seed fell into it. As for how to make it bloom, Anle had no idea yet.

Thousand-year-old Purple Air Golden Lotus seeds are definitely more difficult to bloom than the 200-300-year-old Purple Air Golden Lotus seeds obtained by the second prince Zhao Pei, and the amount of luck required is very different.

When the Holy Master said this, he did not continue, but lightly tapped the wine pot with his finger.

The rain between heaven and earth continued to fall, fogging the entire Fusong Mountain, blocking sight and interfering with perception.

At this moment, even if Emperor Yuanmeng comes in person and uses his soul to explore, he may not be able to break through the mist, perceive the scene in the mountain, and listen to the conversation between Anle and the Holy Master.

"Now that we have talked about this, let me tell you about the top Jianghu forces in the world. These forces should not be looked at by the imperial dynasty, but none of them are fuel-efficient lamps. Let's look at Emperor Yuan Meng. , Although he is brave, he still dare not use force against any Jianghu forces. Why? "

"The Purple Qi Golden Lotus of Tianshi Mansion is nourished by luck and is closely related to it. In fact, it represents a kind of responsibility. Tianshi Mansion, as one of the two great sects in the world, is a very courageous existence. It controls the rise and fall of Taoist sects. Being bound to the fate of the world is a coincidence, but it also carries responsibility. "

"Zhenwu Temple, there is nothing to say. It is connected with the heaven and follows the path of immortality. There are real ascendants in the Zhenwu Temple. They ascend to the sky and seek immortality in an alternative way. But it is precisely because of stepping into the sky. Then I realized that immortality was not the real immortality, so the immortals who ascended to the Zhenwu Temple wanted to break the barrier between the human world and God and return to the human world, because only in the human world can they have immortality."

"The three Buddhist temples, Lanke, Ganye and Lianhua, do not blend with each other and each has its own way. In fact, it may sound familiar to you. The past, present and future are what the three temples practice. Power, they are pursuing and mastering the power of time."

"As for Jianchi Palace, the swordsmanship sect is naturally famous for its purity. Sword making and sword training are the foundation of Jianchi Palace. Only pure swordsmanship can break through the land of Middle-earth that suffered a great calamity five thousand years ago. Open the barrier of the ten realms.”

"Hell Palace... Just by its name, you can know its fundamental purpose and pursuit. There is God and human beings in this world, but... there is no hell and no reincarnation. You may ask where the souls of the dead in this world go. Then we have to talk about the opponents of the Holy Mountain."

"But no matter what, the ideal of hell is very full, but it is too difficult to truly open the underworld and reincarnation."

The Saint smiled lightly and looked at Anle, analyzing and describing the many political forces in the world today to Anle.

From the Holy Master's words, Anle understood that these forces in the world were extraordinary.

When the Holy Master drank the last drop of old rice wine in the wine pot, the Holy Master's face suddenly showed a look of despair.

"Finished."

The Holy Master's words were filled with emotion and a bit of regret.

"I'm very old."

"I'm so old that I don't even know my age. Many, many years ago, there was only one holy mountain. I couldn't bear the loneliness, so I started to build the first mountain. Then there was the second mountain, and the third mountain. Seat, fourth seat..."

"Every time I open a mountain, I can return to the human world for a while."

“As people get older, they become nostalgic.”

The Saint Master looked at Anle and said.

"I've finished the drink you bought me, it's my turn to buy you a drink."

A smile appeared on the Holy Master's face, whose true face could not be seen clearly. He raised his hand and tapped it with his fingers.

Time and space seemed to be frozen.

An Le could see everything flowing around him, and the Saint Master taking him seemed to be traveling through time.

Unknowingly, we came to a small restaurant on the roadside. The fluttering flag of the restaurant was stained with raindrops in the drizzle. The green grass growing all around was full of vitality.

The Holy Master kindly took Anle to sit across the table, calling for the shopkeeper to serve wine and food. The words he spoke were very old, so old that Anle couldn't understand them.

It is not the word of this era.

A jar of wine was quickly brought up and placed on the table, as well as a large cut piece of boiled meat placed in front of Anle.

The Holy Master poured a glass of wine for Anle. The wine was placed in a pottery bowl and was clear enough to see the bottom.

"please."

The Holy Master smiled.

An Le stretched out his hand, but his palm passed directly through the bowl. It was like this bowl of wine was placed in the past years, and An Le was born in the present, so it was naturally difficult to hold the bowl of wine.

The Holy Master smiled. He couldn't drink it if he couldn't. There were too few people who could really drink this glass of wine with him.

He was able to bring An Le to this place because An Le could see him.

"This was a small restaurant a long time ago. At that time, when I went down the mountain for the first time, I ate wine and meat in this restaurant. That was the most profound time in my memory. Only then did I realize that the fireworks in the world are like this. good."

The Holy Master drank wine and ate meat, minding his own business, and did not pay attention to the unconvinced desire to grab the wine glass but was unable to find peace.

"After this meal of wine and meat, your conversation with me will be over."

"Every conversation brings me back to the human world, to the place in my memory. The days of drinking and eating meat, the fireworks in the world, are the most touching. A meal of wine and meat always reminds me that I am still a human being. Let I won't be lost."

"Anle, Li Youan talked with me. I left him three rays of sword energy as a gift. His talent is indeed good. He will definitely be able to enter the Ten Realms in the future. He has understood the past and the present. However, in today's era, the Ten Realms This is his limit, because he is still a little short of understanding the past and the present.”

"When this meal of wine and meat is over, the conversation between you and me is over. Therefore, I will also give you a gift. This is the rule."

The Holy Master said with a smile.

"But before that, I need to ask you a question."

Anle was sweating profusely, with unyielding eyes flashing, still trying to grab the bowl of wine on the table.

The wine was obviously there, and the surrounding scenes were no different from reality, but he just couldn't grasp the bowl of wine.

"Anle, if one day, this world falls into endless darkness and needs you to be like a fire, burning to the extreme to illuminate the world, would you die in exchange for its life?"

The Holy Master was drinking, and his face became increasingly blurry. The wine dripped from the corner of his lips and onto the table, but the table rippled like a lake.

Anle's eyes narrowed slightly after hearing the Holy Master's words.

He raised his head and looked at the Holy Master.

The Holy Master couldn't see clearly, as if he was not in this world, and his body shape was distorted and changed, making it difficult to capture the true body shape and appearance.

However, Anle saw groups of gray air currents lingering around the Saint Master. Each gray air current was as heavy as a drop in the world.

"My death in exchange for the world's life?"

Anle shook his head.

"I am not a saint."

"If possible, I want to live and let this world... live too."

"If not."

"I don't want to."

Anle finished speaking.

A gray aura of time surges out from the panel, wraps around the finger and blends into the fingertip.

On the table.

The bowl of wine that I had never been able to catch, flowed into my palm with the energy of the years.

Anle finally grasped it firmly.

It was as if he had mastered the years.

A hint of surprise appeared on the Saint Master's face, which had always been calm and deep.

He drank this bowl of ten thousand year old wine in one gulp.

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