"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!!!"

"If that old blind man hadn't taken away my blood, I should have become Jiugong... No! It's Wuliang! I should have become an infinite spellcaster! I should be pursuing the road to immortality! Bastard!

!!”

"asshole!!!"

"How could he do this! How could he!!!"

"It shouldn't be... it shouldn't be..."

"I shouldn't have eaten the cursed bugs fed by the old blind man back then. If I hadn't eaten, the blood that leads to the underworld wouldn't have been taken away from me..."

"I regret so much..."

“I hate it so much!!!”

This is the diary, only the last page remains.

"Wow."

The pages of the book are turned.

——May 14, 4870, sunny.

"The weather is very good today.

This is the last time I write a diary. I am almost dying of old age and I have figured it out.

Let the past pass.

Before I die, I will find an apprentice to teach me what I have learned in this life, and then I will die peacefully.

So be it."

"..."

Li Guanqi held the purple diary with many pages torn out, his eyes complicated.

I see.

Things have become very clear.

The former Wei Mo was also the son of Tongyou.

Perhaps, it was precisely because he killed Wei Mo, who was once the son of Tongyou, in the simulator that he received the [Tongyou (Purple)] talent reward given by the simulator.

Wei Mo was imprisoned by Wei Guozhu of the Daluo Dynasty, but was taken away by the one-armed old blind man and became a magician.

But reality is not a fairy tale.

No one will be nice to you for no reason.
Chapter completed!