Chapter 1000 The Truth of the World

"cough!"

"Hold"

When Wei Changtian got up from the ground cursing and holding the Longquan sword, Xu Suisui felt as if he had stopped breathing.

The feeling of relief instantly drained away all her strength, and the excruciating pain that surged through her body like a tide almost made her faint.

On the other side, Wei Changtian just turned his head to look at her, and then his gaze fell on the androgynous guy in front of him.

Yes, although he was seriously injured in the previous fight, he was not injured to the point where he could not even stand up.

After all, the golden relic also contains first-grade internal strength, which is no different from Qin Zhengqiu's.

In addition, Chu Xianping had already greatly consumed the latter's strength, so Wei Changtian's "Ten Thousand Swords Falling in the Sky" actually overwhelmed the Moon-Picking Sword.

The reason why he pretended to be unconscious was undoubtedly to trick out the person behind this huge conspiracy.

If the secret of ascending to heaven is true, why didn't the person who leaked the secret enjoy the opportunity alone, but instead told Qin Zhengqiu and Chu Xianping about it?

Why did this immortal pavilion appear not earlier or later, but just when Qin Zhengqiu reached the top of the mountain? Why did the Heavenly Dao speak? And why did it specifically remind Qin Zhengqiu that it was also hiding on the top of the mountain? All of the above revealed too many strange things, which made Wei Changtian suspect that all this was a conspiracy.

He originally wanted to stabilize Qin Zhengqiu first, and then find out the mastermind behind the incident.

But Qin Zhengqiu's sudden attack left him with no choice but to try to lure this person out in this way.

Now it seems that my plan was successful.

I just don’t know whether Qin Zhengqiu is dead or alive. “Who are you?”

The Longquan sword was still pressed tightly against the throat of the young man in white. Wei Changtian looked over his shoulder and glanced at the figure lying in the rubble in the distance.

"No need to look, he's not dead yet."

The young man in white seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and chuckled, "But you and he will both die soon."

"Really?"

Wei Changtian withdrew his gaze, stared at the young man in white for a few breaths, and then slowly put down the Longquan Sword.

"Since I'm going to die soon, can you let me die knowingly?"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wei Changtian suddenly smiled: "I think you should have this confidence, right?"

“Hahaha, funny!”

The young man in white seemed to be very interested in Wei Changtian's reaction, and replied with a smile: "Okay, what do you want to ask? I can answer you."

"But if you ask me a question, I will ask you a question too, how about that?"

"good."

Wei Changtian asked without hesitation: "Who are you?"

"I am the only true immortal in this world."

The young man in white had a calm look in his eyes: "I did have a name before, but it's been so long that I've forgotten it."

“.”

True immortal?

The moment he heard these two words, Wei Changtian was stunned. He suddenly remembered the legend that a true immortal was born among the Kuilong. "Are you the Kuilong who ascended to heaven two thousand years ago?"

"Kuailong. I haven't heard this name for a long time."

As if feeling a little nostalgic, the young man in white looked at the setting sun in the sky from afar.

"Yes, I am that person."

“.”

Hearing the young man in white admit it, Wei Changtian did not show too much surprise this time. He just lowered his head as if thinking about something.

The former turned his gaze back to him and said with a smile:

"Okay, it's my turn to ask you."

"Since I have told you my identity, can you also tell me who you are?"

"Wei Changtian, the only son of the Wei family in Daning." Wei Changtian answered quickly.

"You know that's not what I'm asking."

The young man in white shook his head: "I'm asking you, who was the person who occupied this body for the past three years?"

"That's another question."

Wei Changtian curled his lips and asked directly: "So the so-called secret of ascending to the immortal world is fake? You just want to lure Qin Zhengqiu and me, the two people in the world who are most likely to ascend to the immortal world, here to kill them, so as not to take away your immortal position?"

".yes."

Wei Changtian's "rogue" behavior did not cause any emotional fluctuations in the young man in white. He just paused for a moment, then replied with a smile: "You and that Chu Xianping are both very smart. It's a pity that your grandfather didn't see this, otherwise you might have survived."

"Okay, now you can answer my question."

"Can."

Perhaps he felt that it was meaningless to keep it secret at this point, so Wei Changtian answered casually:

"I'm just an ordinary person from another world."

"Another world? I know."

Contrary to Wei Changtian's expectations, the young man in white didn't seem surprised by this answer.

"Aren't you surprised?"

Wei Changtian frowned: "Or have you ever seen other people like me?"

“I haven’t seen it, but I’ve heard of it.”

The young man in white smiled and said, "Okay, keep asking."

"oh"

Wei Changtian took a deep breath and thought for a long time before he slowly asked, "Does the first-grade shackle not exist originally? It is just a trick set up by you immortals to reduce the chances of mortals becoming immortals?"

“.”

With his eyes slightly widened, the young man in white looked at Wei Changtian and showed an expression of surprise for the first time.

After a long while, he finally nodded slightly.

"Yes, but it's not of my own accord."

"He has been doing this since the first immortal appeared in this world."

“It was from that time that the concept of first-grade shackles came into being.”

"All the immortals in the future, including me, will do the same."

"After all, I have gone through countless hardships to become an immortal. Who would be willing to be replaced by someone else so easily?"

"So how did you do it?"

Wei Changtian did not question the young man in white on behalf of all warriors in the world as to why he did this. He just narrowed his eyes and asked, "Since you have set up the first-grade shackles, why can some people still become immortals? Can immortals also grow old and die?"

"The immortals live as long as the heavens."

The young man in white shook his head and answered all of Wei Changtian's questions with just one sentence.

"As for why some people still become immortals, well, we use the destiny of heaven to set up shackles, but these destiny must always have a place to rest."

“.”

Fate of heaven?

It was as if a muffled thunder exploded in his mind. In an instant, Wei Changtian understood many things that he had not understood before, and finally understood the truth of this world.

It turns out that the "Son of Heaven" is actually a "by-product" of the so-called "First-Class Shackles".

Because the immortal didn't want to be replaced by later generations, he extracted most of the world's fortune and luck and transferred it all to one person.

In this way, it would be very difficult for others to break through to the first level, let alone become immortals.

And the person who carries most of the world's luck is the "Son of Heaven".

For example, Xiao Feng.

Because of his great fortune, the Son of Heaven will certainly not have any so-called first-grade shackles, and his path of cultivation will most likely be smooth all the way until he is killed by an immortal.

That’s right. According to what the young man in white said, whenever a son of heaven is about to “achieve enlightenment and become an immortal” in this world, the immortals will find a way to kill him.

And it seems that the immortal cannot take action directly, and must use some "indirect" methods.

Wei Changtian didn’t know why this was the case, but he thought that this was the truth.

Concentrating most of the luck on one person will cut off the possibility of others becoming immortals. The immortal only needs to keep an eye on this son of heaven, and then kill him after he grows to a certain stage, and then add the luck of heaven to another person, and repeat the cycle over and over again.

Compared to the situation where everyone can become an immortal, this is indeed the best way for immortals to keep their "immortal status".

But for those sons of heaven and countless warriors who are bound by the shackles of the first rank, this is cruel.

Of course, in the long course of history, there are always unexpected things happening.

And when a son of heaven luckily escapes the immortal's calculations, successfully replaces the latter and becomes the "new" immortal, and then understands the truth of the world, he will make the same choice.

Wei Changtian didn’t know how to comment on this cycle of “the dragon slayer eventually becomes the evil dragon”, he just felt a little sad.

He didn't know whether he could become an immortal, and if he could, would he do the same thing?

Perhaps it's a bit too early to think about this now.

After all, judging from the current situation, since Xiao Feng's death, he has become the "Son of Heaven" targeted by the immortals . "Then, what's the matter with the Moon-Picking Sword?"

Looking up, Wei Changtian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Is this also a method you use to plot against me?"

"That's right."

Having said that, the young man in white no longer bothered about the "one person, one question" issue, but calmly admitted:

"Although the Moon-Picking Sword can help people break through the shackles of the first rank, it will actually block the sword practitioner's path to immortality."

"I just never thought you could resist such temptation, but it was your grandfather."

"So, my grandpa was actually destined to never become an immortal?"

Wei Changtian interrupted with a complicated tone, "You tricked him here and created this strange phenomenon just to trick him into killing me?"

"Yes, the person I want to kill is you, from the beginning to the end."

The young man in white looked down the mountain meaningfully and said, "The reason why you are still alive is actually because I misjudged someone."

“.”

Chu Xianping.

This was the only name that appeared in Wei Changtian’s mind.

The young man in white didn't express himself very clearly, but it's not difficult to understand his meaning considering the context.

So, Chu Xianping came to Fangcun Mountain not to become an immortal, but to save himself? Wei Changtian didn't know whether Chu Xianping had deceived the "immortal".

But he did "fool" himself again.

"Is he still alive?"

Wei Changtian blurted out this question.

The young man in white did not answer, perhaps because he did not know, or perhaps because he felt he had already answered enough.

"Wei Changtian, you can ask me one last question."

Turning his head to look at the setting sun that was about to sink into the horizon, the young man in white smiled and took a step closer: "I also have one last question to ask you."

“.”

The last question. In fact, Wei Changtian still has many questions in his mind that have not been fully answered.

For example, why can't immortals kill people directly? Why do they have to use others to do it? For example, why can immortals control the destiny of heaven, but don't just add it to themselves?

For example, if he wanted to keep his immortal status, why didn't he take out the Moon-Picking Sword earlier? Wouldn't all warriors in the world be unable to become immortals in this way? For example, what was the fate of those time travelers before? Wei Changtian could actually guess some of the reasons for the above, but they were not particularly clear.

But none of that matters right now.

For him, there may be only one thing he should care about now.

"Can a human kill an immortal?"

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Staring at the eyes of the young man in white, Wei Changtian's tone was exceptionally calm.

The former didn't seem surprised that he would ask such a question, and replied calmly: "No."

"I know you have many means that do not belong to this world, but if you can't do it, then you can't do it."

"Immortals can only be replaced, never killed."

"At least in this small world, no one can do it."

".Okay, I'll try it later."

Like an conceited person who didn't know his own limitations, Wei Changtian smiled.

"What about you? Don't you have one last question too?"

"Um."

The young man in white nodded, his eyes somewhat complicated.

"Wei Changtian, in the past two thousand years, I have seen and killed too many people who had the potential to become immortals."

"They can either be great good or great evil."

"You are the only one who is sometimes good and sometimes evil, different from the others."

"Logically speaking, it's impossible for someone like you to get to where you are now."

"So I want to ask you. Why?"

Why? Wei Changtian looked at the young man in white, and seemed to understand what the latter was asking, but also seemed to not quite understand.

After thinking for a while, he just gave an answer that seemed irrelevant.

"I kill those who I think deserve to die."

"I don't kill people who I don't think deserve to die."

"This is not about good or evil, it's just about what should and shouldn't be done."

"that's all."

“.”

"Okay, I understand."

The young man in white was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Aren't you going to kill the immortal? Go ahead."

".Um."

Nodding slightly, Wei Changtian slowly raised the Longquan Sword and held the golden relic that had not yet been consumed in his right palm.

Countless broken swords floated up, and a silver sword dragon pierced through the body of the young man in white. The air was torn apart, and rolling waves echoed over Fangcun Mountain.

Without any change in his expression, Wei Changtian continued to swing his sword again and again, and the shadows of mythical beasts appeared and disappeared behind him.

Although the first-grade internal force contained in the golden relic failed to enable him to break through, it gave him first-grade strength for a short period of time.

An unprecedented powerful force filled every meridian and surged in the dantian.

Wei Changtian believed that there was absolutely no one in this world who could survive a single move from him.

At this moment, he has replaced Qin Zhengqiu and become the true "number one man in the world".

It's a pity that people are still people after all, and immortals are still immortals after all .

A dull thunder sounded from the Immortal Pavilion, and the sunset glow seemed to suddenly cover the entire world. The indescribable terrifying pressure made the entire Fangcun Mountain tremble.

This vision, which seemed to be destroying the world, could be seen from hundreds of miles away. Countless people looked up in a daze, with unprecedented fear in their hearts.

This is real thunder from heaven.

"Wei Changtian, do you know why we are in Fangcun Mountain?"

The white clothes were still spotless. The young man pointed upwards with a faint smile on his face.

“Because this place is closest to the sky.”

"The thunder from the sky strikes once every sixty years. If you can survive it this time, you should be able to replace me before the next sixty years are over."

"You just can't stop it."

"What a shame, you're really funny."

The young man in white sighed softly, his expression very sincere.

At this time, Wei Changtian also lowered the tip of his sword, and the huge silver sword dragon also disappeared with a bang.

Although the thunder had not yet fallen, he could feel that no matter what he did, it would be in vain.

Even the life-saving props on his body couldn't save him.

This feeling was different from the previous "life and death crises". Even the "true Buddha" in the Yun'an Temple illusion array did not make him feel so helpless.

If I have to describe it, it would probably be the helplessness in the face of "God".

So, is that it? Slowly closing his eyes, countless images flashed through Wei Changtian's mind.

Xu Qingwan, Yang Liushi, Wei Xianzhi and Qin Caizhen, Wei Qiaoling and the big black dog People and scenes appeared before my eyes one by one, and then burst like bubbles, leaving only colorful bubbles in my heart.

If he followed the routine of the hot-blooded online novels in his previous life, after the memories, he should have performed some amazing moves to turn defeat into victory at the last moment.

But the fact is, Wei Changtian had already tried all the methods including "divine strike".

Now think about it, if I had listened to Chu Xianping's warning and not come to Fangcun Mountain, I might have lived a few more years, had a few more children, and even witnessed the birth of the epoch-making "steam engine".

But it's pointless to regret it now.

Even Wei Changtian did not regret it.

He just felt a little regretful.

It's a pity that this short journey through time didn't have a happy ending.

"boom!!"

The thunder became louder, as if it was exploding right next to my ears.

Wei Changtian opened his eyes, wanting to take one last look at the world before he died, but all he saw was purple lightning covering the sky and the sun.

He shook his head, raised the Longquan sword, took a step forward, and faced the rolling thunder with determination to swing the last sword.

But at this moment, in the gap between the continuous thunder, he suddenly heard a faint shout.

"Wei Changtian"

"I, I can finally help you once."

Turning his head to look where the voice came from, Wei Changtian saw Xu Suisui covered in blood.

There was a broken sword stuck in her chest. One hand was holding the hilt, and the other hand was raised high. Her eyes were crescent-shaped, as if she was smiling.

And in the air, there was a scale that was flashing with golden light "BOOM!!!"

When Wei Changtian was enveloped by thousands of golden lights with a dazed look on his face, he finally understood what had just happened.

If Xu Suisui had enough points to exchange for real dragon forehead scales, she would not have waited until now to take them out.

So before that, her points must not be enough.

So, how did Xu Suisui gather enough system points on the top of this small mountain?

Or, what should she do to change the "plot"? Looking at the young man in white in the air, whose face was filled with astonishment and fear, and whose body was gradually dissipating, and feeling the power surging in his body that was far beyond his cognition, Wei Changtian knew that he was about to become an immortal.

Although the golden relic did not help him to truly break through to the first level, it "forged" him to have the strength of the first level.

The forehead scales of the True Dragon have raised the level to another level on this basis, which is the True Immortal.

Wei Changtian didn’t know whether his realm would fall after the internal energy in the golden relic was exhausted.

But at least at this moment, he did become an immortal and replaced the young man in white. The thunder stopped abruptly, the dark clouds dispersed instantly, and the last ray of setting sun hung slowly in a corner of the western sky.

There was no earth-shattering battle, and the life-and-death crisis was resolved in an "inexplicable" way.

At this point, even if Wei Changtian would fall from the "immortal position" in the future, he would definitely not have any rivals in this world in the next few decades.

And the price of all this is "."

He slowly turned his head to look at Xu Suisui who was already dead, and those familiar words jumped into his mind from the depths of his memory.

"Wei Changtian! From now on we are comrades! Our revolutionary friendship is unbreakable!"

"Comrade Wei, I'll blow you a tune!"

"Look! I have hair!"

"Trust me! I won't hurt you!"

"Woo, woo, woo! Why did you just come?! You promised me you'd be here right away!"

"I was wrong, don't be angry, I'm scared."

"You know what, woooo, no one has ever been so nice to me. If you can't find a wife after we go back, woooo, I will definitely marry you!"

"Don't worry! I can handle it!"

"Wei Changtian, I can finally help you this time"

“.”

The golden light faded, and the shadow of the real dragon also disappeared on the orange-yellow mountain top.

Just before dusk, a ray of setting sun slanted down on Xu Suisui's body, and a few wild geese were flying towards the afterglow of the setting sun.

A tiny remnant soul hovered around Wei Changtian, as if gently bidding him a final farewell.

He carefully held the remaining soul in his palm, then waved it around. "Swish!"

A pitch-black crack appeared out of nowhere beside him, just like a cut on a landscape painting.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

Wei Changtian did not hesitate, just said something softly, then turned around and stepped into the void.

ps: There are still two days to go before the finale (end of this chapter)