191: Chapter 191 They're all dead, all of them are dead.

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"That person, he has gone mad," Chu Tianjiao continued, "Mentally unstable, crazy and rambling, wandering around the Big Dipper Astral Region. But he is alive, and he is very strong."

A glimmer of interest flashed in the eyes of the Ancient Kirin Emperor. "Oh? How strong?"

"Saint King realm," Chu Tianjiao said, "But before he went mad, he was a peerless Genius of the Tianxuan Holy Land, with combat power far exceeding those of the same rank. Even though he is mad, his combat instincts remain, and his strength is still not to be underestimated."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "A mere Saint King, enough to catch your attention, My Lord? It seems that person possesses traits you find appealing."

His tone carried a hint of curiosity and a trace of inquiry.

Chu Tianjiao looked at him, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing a hint of a smile.

"You certainly understand me."

He paused, then continued: "That person is called Old Maniac. He shares a deep Karma with Ye Fan. He will become Ye Fan's protector, will appear when Ye Fan needs it most, and will protect Ye Fan with his own life."

"Moreover, he is very strong," Chu Tianjiao's tone became solemn, "Not strong in terms of cultivation, but strong in terms of will. The Tianxuan Holy Land was annihilated; everyone died, only he survived alone. He is mad, but his obsession remains. He lives for the sake of protecting."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor listened, appearing thoughtful.

"You want him to mentor Ye Fan?"

Chu Tianjiao nodded. "Ye Fan lacks explosive Cultivation Techniques, and Old Maniac is just the one to teach him. The Legacy of the Tianxuan Holy Land is not weak, especially their Secret Techniques, which are perfectly suited for Ye Fan's current state."

He paused, then continued: "Furthermore, Ye Fan has now killed Wang Teng, and the Wang Family will not let it rest. Wang Chengkun is a top-tier expert at the Ninth Heaven of the Second Heaven Sendai Great Power. Although he dares not act blatantly in the Southern Domain, he will inevitably cause trouble from the shadows."

"Ye Fan needs someone to protect him."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor's brows furrowed slightly. "Isn't the Ji Family protecting him? The Holy Lord of the Ji Family has the void mirror; Wang Chengkun wouldn't dare act recklessly."

"The Ji Family can protect Ye Fan for a time, but not for a lifetime," Chu Tianjiao shook his head. "The Holy Lord of the Ji Family cannot follow Ye Fan at all times, nor can the Elders of the Ji Family protect him constantly. Ye Fan needs his own protector, someone who can appear when he is in the greatest danger."

He looked at the Ancient Kirin Emperor, his eyes carrying a hint of profound meaning.

"Moreover, Old Maniac can serve as Ye Fan's protector, and he can also serve as a foundation for the current Human Race."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"You mean... to give the Human Race a trump card?"

Chu Tianjiao nodded. "The Golden Age, where heroes rise together. All the major Holy Lands, Imperial Dynasties, and clans are doing their utmost to cultivate their own Prodigies. But the true foundation of the Human Race is insufficient. Although the Supremes in the forbidden zones are silent, who knows when they will emerge? Who knows when those forces hidden in the shadows will make their move?"

"Although Old Maniac is only a Saint King, his combat power far exceeds those of the same rank. Moreover, he has been mad for six thousand years; no one knows he is still alive. He is a trump card, a trump card that no one knows about."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor was silent for a long time, then slowly nodded.

"I understand."

He stood up and stretched his muscles and bones.

"I will go and wake that person up, let him recover from his madness. Then I will have him go to the Ji Family to mentor Ye Fan."

He paused and looked at Chu Tianjiao. "Any requirements?"

Chu Tianjiao thought for a moment and said: "As long as it is not a Second Heaven Sendai Great Power acting, he can just watch. If anyone above the level of a Second Heaven Sendai Great Power tries to harm Ye Fan, kill them directly."

His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable decisiveness.

The corners of the Ancient Kirin Emperor's mouth upturned slightly. "Good. I will go and handle it now."

He turned around, walked a few steps, then stopped, looked back at Chu Tianjiao, and a smile appeared on his face.

"It's a good opportunity to go and see Lin'er and the others. Those two children must be bored staying in the Fire Lin Cave."

Chu Tianjiao smiled. "Go ahead."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor laughed heartily, took a step, and disappeared from the Undying Mountain.

In the depths of a desolate mountain range in the Northern Domain of the Eastern Wasteland.

This place was once the location of the Tianxuan Holy Land. Six thousand years ago, the Tianxuan Holy Land was one of the top Holy Lands in the Big Dipper Astral Region, with continuous palaces, dense Spiritual Qi, and Disciples like clouds. Every sunrise and sunset, the melodious bell tolls would echo for a hundred miles.

But now, only a ruin remains here.

The broken walls and ruins have weathered into a sorry state under the erosion of time, wild grass grows crazily from the cracks in the stones, and vines crawl all over the dilapidated walls. Occasionally, a few wild beasts dash through the ruins, startling a flock of birds. The glory of the past has long been washed away by the long river of history.

Deep in the ruins, in a half-collapsed stone hall, a figure was curled up in a corner.

It was an old man, with white hair, ragged clothes, and a withered face. His eyes were turbid and hollow, without any focus, as if he were looking at something, yet also as if he were looking at nothing at all.

His lips kept moving, emitting some indistinct sounds, as if he were muttering something, or perhaps talking to someone.

"Dead... all dead..."

"Senior Brother... Junior Sister... all dead..."

"Only I am left... only I am left..."

His voice was hoarse, carrying an indescribable sorrow.

He just curled up in the corner like this, day after day, year after year.

Six thousand years, and he has never left this ruin. He just guards here, guarding those dead people, guarding those memories that will never return.

Old Maniac.

The only survivor of the Tianxuan Holy Land.

The figure of the Ancient Kirin Emperor appeared above the ruins, looking down at the broken walls and ruins below, a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes.

Six thousand years is not long for him, but for a madman, every day is a torment.

He slowly descended and landed in front of the half-collapsed stone hall.

Old Maniac was still curled up in the corner, turning a blind eye to him. His mouth was still moving continuously, making indistinct sounds, as if immersed in his own world, with no perception of anything outside.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor looked at him, silent for a moment.

Then, he spoke.

"The Tianxuan Holy Land has been annihilated for six thousand years."

Old Maniac's body stiffened suddenly.

His lips stopped moving, his eyes remained hollow, but his body was trembling slightly.

"You have guarded here for six thousand years, guarding this ruin, guarding those who have died. But have you ever thought about whether they can come back?"

Old Maniac's body trembled even more violently. A strange sound came from his throat, like a whimper, and also like a roar.

"Dead... all dead... can't come back... all can't come back..."

His voice grew louder and more shrill, finally turning into a heart-wrenching roar.

"Ah——!!!"

In that roar, there was pain, despair, and the sorrow suppressed for six thousand years.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor did not interrupt him, just stood there quietly, watching him.

Old Maniac roared for a long time, until his throat became hoarse, before gradually calming down. His body no longer trembled, but his eyes remained hollow and without focus.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor stepped forward and squatted down in front of him.

"I know you are in pain, I know you are sad." His voice was very soft and gentle, "But have you ever thought about whether those who died want you to live like this?"