Chen Heng wasn't sure why Yiu Ruo didn't leave a mark in this world, but he didn't care. He firmly believed that as long as he continued to advance and become strong enough, and if Yiu Ruo were still alive, they would meet again someday.
This was not only Chen Heng's feeling but also a premonition. In his mind, the Mark of Destiny had always existed. At this moment, it was still shining and guiding him in all directions. Vaguely, he could see the scene of the two of them meeting again in the future, not in the near future, but in the distant future. Chen Heng was not anxious about this. He just quietly worked hard to cultivate.
Time passed. Lightning rumbled in the sky when Chen Heng's body was a hundred years old. Then, a divine sword came out of thin air, rushed straight toward Chen Heng under everyone's watchful eyes, and landed on his body.
