The Path of the Scholar

A divine weapon appeared in Qin Yu's hand. As long as he killed the three of them, he could return.

Qin Yu was silent. These were the three people who had lived with him for three lifetimes.

Qin Yu walked up to them, threw away his sword, then pulled the three into his arms.

"Goodbye, Ruoxue, Father, Mother."

Qin Yu shed a tear.

The Soul Shattering Golden Radiance in his divine sense condensed to the extreme, and then the sword slashed down fiercely at himself.

Everything before his eyes blurred out instantly, and his world turned pitch black as if drawing of curtains.

"Like flowers, yet not flowers; everything is a dream."

With a sigh, a ray of light lit up from his hand and wrapped up Qin Yu's soul.

Countless scenes constantly shuttled through that path, including lives as demonic beasts, ordinary people, and cultivators standing at the peak...

Qin Yu woke up from the dream.