Q: What is it like to suddenly hear the news of your impending death?

A: Thank you for the invitation. I was in the desert and just got off the flying vine.

As a person who has experienced it personally, I only want to reply one sentence to this matter: In fact, I knew it a long time ago. I didn't expect it, haha!

Ning Ning was in a space surrounded by snow-white, staring at the strange woman who was close at hand without saying

a word. The other person's eyes were condensed by white mist, and the expression hidden in them could not be seen. When Ning Ning heard the unclear words about death, only one thought flashed through her mind-

according to the deal she made with the system, she would indeed fake her death and escape after completing the task.

This is the most superficial and straightforward idea, but with a little thought, you can realize that things can't be so simple.

Let alone the inexplicable figure of the boy in her mind, the words that came out of the woman's mouth were enough to make her feel overwhelmed.

"What do you mean?" Ning Ning said seriously, suppressing her heartbeat, "I will never forget it every time I come here?"

The woman stared at her, silent for a long time, and chuckled lightly, "So that's how it is, there is something else in your body."

Ning Ning pursed her lips and did not respond, her brain spinning rapidly.

Something else? Does it mean the system? How can she see the existence of the system?

"You want to use that thing to survive, right?"

She trembled slightly as she laughed, and the white mist kept gathering and dispersing with her movements. She continued to talk to herself, "We have failed again and again. If it were someone else, they would have given up long ago. Only you are still insisting on doing this - who are you doing this for? For yourself? It doesn't seem like it."

"Wait a minute, can we interrupt for a while?"

The amount of information was too much, and Ningning couldn't digest it for a while. She could only press her temples hard, frowned and asked her, "Sister, can we start from the beginning? Where is this, who are you, and what does failure mean?"

The atmosphere around her quietly condensed.

The woman laughed more wantonly than before, and the mist around her was in a mess, and even her facial features were blurred.

"Sister? You actually called me sister - you're not so serious, but I'm a little uncomfortable."

She said as she condensed into shape again, stood on tiptoe, and soared into the air, looking down at the little girl in front of her.

"I've been here for too long, and I can't remember many things."

The woman's voice was very low, with a little hesitation in her tone, as if she herself had almost forgotten the past completely: "I used to be a sword. When the immortals and demons fought, I followed my master to the desert... Then there were rumbling explosions and blood all over my body. When I regained consciousness, I had already appeared here, and I looked like this now."

This is a sword spirit separated from the sword body.

In order to condense into a conscious sword spirit, the sword must be extraordinary. As for the "master" she mentioned, he should also be a powerful person who once dominated the world.

Ning Ning asked curiously: "Do you still remember your name?"

Seeing Bai Wu shaking her head, she had to change the subject and continued to ask her: "Then do you know what place this is?"

"I didn't know at first, you told me."

She giggled and quickly spun in the air: "You said that my sword spirit left the body and should have disappeared, but I was protected by an extremely strong spiritual power and fortunately I didn't die. As for this place, it is a peerless magic weapon called 'Purple Wei Realm'. Once you enter it, you can be isolated from the outside world and not be interfered with by external forces."

"I told you?"

Ning Ning's eyelids jumped.

The complicated thoughts were like a ball of wool wrapped in layers, with no head or tail, but a thread was slowly pulled out, allowing her to glimpse a hint of the secret.

Ningning asked: "Have I been to this place many times?"

"Yes."

Bai Wu looked at her motionlessly: "The first time it seemed that I fell here accidentally - after all, you said that this secret place is under a steep cliff, and you can fall in if you are not careful." When

she said this, she tilted her head slightly, as if trying to recall: "After that, you would occasionally come to me and talk to me - in fact, in addition to you, there are several other people who often fall here, but every time they seem to have lost their memory and don't remember having seen me."

Ningning listened carefully and did not speak for a long time.

She already had a rough outline of the whole story in her mind.

According to Bai Wu, Ziwei Realm is not affected by external forces and is independent of the universe. In

other words, no matter how drastic changes and how devastated the world is outside the magic weapon, even if the end of the world is approaching, this place will always be a piece of unchanging white.

So, if the outside world starts to go back and reincarnate again and again -

for the sword spirit living here, time must still be the same as usual, flowing slowly and irreversibly.

That's why Bai Wu saw her coming again and again, and dying again and again with a dead aura.

So it was only a few decades after the battle between immortals and demons, but Bai Wu claimed that it was "too long, too long" and didn't remember what happened at that time at all.

Therefore, those who accidentally fall into the secret realm will never remember Bai Wu's existence, and every reunion is like the first time they meet.

Because in the outside world of constant reincarnation, for them, it is indeed the first time they meet her.

Ning Ning thought, what is she then?

If she is the only one who has memory in every reincarnation... Could it be that she is the reason why time goes back again and again?

Ning Ning felt a throbbing pain at the back of her head, took a deep breath, calmed down and sorted out her thoughts.

Bai Wu said that she was full of death and would die soon.

After a while, she laughed and said that there was something extra in her body, and maybe she could use it to escape death.

If that "thing" corresponds to the system, can we assume that she once used some kind of magic to restart time over and over again in order to avoid death, and after countless failures...

tried to use the "system" to change her fate?

But why did she lose her past memories? Once the memory is lost, wouldn't it be more difficult to change her fate? What is the operating principle of the system?

The most important point is, with her personality, would she really start reincarnation again and again just to escape death?

Ning Ning doesn't think so.

Countless reincarnations correspond to countless deaths. It's too painful. She is most afraid of pain and can't like it.

Even Bai Wu mentioned it inadvertently, feeling that she didn't do it just for herself.

So what exactly does she want to stop?

What kind of irreversible things will happen in the desert next?

There is no clue at all, and she can't figure it out no matter what.

This is the limit of the clues Bai Wu can provide.

She didn't know how many years she had been alone in Ziwei Realm. She couldn't even remember her past clearly. Even though it was not easy to recognize Ning Ning's face, she couldn't remember more details.

The top priority now is to get out of this small world as soon as possible and find out what will happen later.

Before leaving Ziwei Realm, Ningning asked her curiously, "Have you ever thought about going out for a look in all these years?"

"Go out? No."

The white mist swayed in the air like a noisy child, "The master has kept me here for a reason. What if I run away and he can't find me?"

But the battle between immortals and demons had been over for a long time.

That person never showed up from beginning to end, and I'm afraid he will never come back.

Ning Ning was about to speak when she heard a snort of laughter from the white mist: "I know what you want to say. You have said the same thing many times."

"He must still be alive. Even if he doesn't come to find me, when the master swings the sword, I can rush to his side in an instant."

"Although I have forgotten a lot of things, I have always remembered--"

The white mist suddenly dissipated at this moment, and the female voice showed unprecedented reverence, filling the entire lonely and empty little corner: "My master, he is the most amazing sword immortal in the nine provinces and hundreds of cities, in heaven and on earth."

=====

Tianhe Desert.

The magic incense summoned endless monsters. Lin Xun and He Zhizhou protected Wen Hemian, while the latter whispered the attributes of the monsters and the strategy to defeat them. In the desert, swords were flying and monster corpses were everywhere.

The monsters here were all infected with the magic aura, and their minds were disturbed by the strange incense. They gathered and attacked layer by layer.

But fortunately, the monsters were all intelligent, unlike the monsters that acted casually and only knew how to kill. Seeing that the two swordsmen had high cultivation, many of them wanted to retreat, and they wandered around not far away, not daring to get close.

This should be a good situation, but Wen Hemian frowned slightly, and his eyes swept across the surging yellow earth under the sand dunes.

The whirlpool that Ning Ning and the other two fell into just now has disappeared.

They all thought that the demon cultivator was targeting Pei Ji, but the long vine moved without hesitation, showing that it had already determined its prey. After sweeping Ning Ning away, it immediately fled.

But why did it take her away? Ning Ning is just an ordinary little girl. The only demon she has ever come into contact with since she was a child is probably Pei Ji.

Wait, Pei Ji.

The young man's fingertips moved slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

He heard Tian Xianzi mention that Ning Ning and Pei Ji had a close relationship. The latter was a loner and rarely interacted with others. If he asked who he cherished in his heart, the answer must be Ning Ning.

... Only she can be a weight to threaten Pei Ji.

Wen Hemian felt that things were not going well.

"That group of demon cultivators are too cowardly! Instead of confronting us head-on, they only dare to use such a despicable method as the demon-attracting incense!"

He Zhizhou kept chattering while fighting: "What about Ningning? The vortex is gone, where should we find them?"

Lin Xun said in panic: "Senior Brother He, be careful behind you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before He Zhizhou turned around to fight back, he saw a familiar figure suddenly rushing forward, flying forward and punching the sneaking Sha Mei far away.

Lin Xun was shocked by this extremely rough and bold action, staring at the shadow in amazement.

Wen Hemian frowned without saying a word.

"You——" He Zhizhou stared at the newcomer with his eyes wide open, wiping the blood off his face: "Are you following us?!"

The girl standing in front of him was holding a palm-sized round compass, with a pair of cunning cat pupils. She narrowed her eyes when she smiled, showing no shame at all.

It was Lu Wanxing from Pingchuan Town.

"Can treasure hunting in the desert be called following?"

Lu Wanxing chuckled: "It's just a coincidence, a coincidence."

"Bah! This girl has been following you secretly, I don't know what she's thinking!"

Another voice that he had never heard before came, and He Zhizhou turned his head and saw a group of burly men under the sand dunes not far away.

The middle-aged man in the lead held a bloody sword in his hand, and his body was covered with blood marks from being grabbed and bitten by monsters.

He glanced at Lu Wanxing with disdain as he spoke, and said loudly: "Her brother has been involved in murdering monks. You must be careful not to fall into her trap."

Lu Wanxing made a face at him.

"These people are bandits who have crossed the desert."

Wen Hemian said in a voice transmission: "You two should be careful."

"You don't need to be so cautious."

The leader laughed loudly: "My last name is Qian, and I am the third child. You can call me Qian San. We are all born and raised in Pingchuan. We have witnessed the tragic battle between immortals and demons with our own eyes, and we respect monks the most. When we meet today, we will never do disloyal and unjust things."

The bandits holding knives were full of murderous aura, and the monks holding swords beside them were full of sword aura. No matter which side, they were not soft persimmons that were easy to mess with.

The demons had already thought of retreating, but when they saw them suddenly gather together, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts, and soon disappeared.

He Zhizhou said "thank you", then turned to look at Lu Wanxing beside him, and said in a rather helpless tone: "Little girl, what on earth do you want to do by following us?"

"I, I'm not..."

Lu Wanxing hesitated, and simply broke the jar and scratched his head and said in one breath: "I'm not thinking that since you have a high level of cultivation, the demons will definitely not dare to get close to you. As long as I follow you, I can find more treasures in the depths of the desert..."

This person is really for money, even his life is gone.

He Zhizhou took a deep breath and heard the bandit leader named "Qian San" sneer: "You are trying your best to make a fortune from the dead. Brother and sister are worthy of being a family."

In the desert, people value revenge and vengeance the most. As bandits, they value morality and chivalry even more.

Whether it was the townspeople betraying the monks or Lu Wanxing and others stealing relics, they all considered it to be extremely despicable behavior.

Lu Wanxing seemed to be accustomed to such words and turned his head away.

"They have great ill intentions towards Miss Lu."

Lin Xun activated his spiritual consciousness and whispered secretly: "She shouldn't have to bear the consequences of the sins committed by her brother, right?"

He Zhizhou was also curious: "What was the specific cause and effect of that incident back then?" "

At that time, the demons were defeated one after another, and their only stronghold was the Tianhe Desert."

Wen Hemian was silent for a moment, then responded to his words: "The demonic energy in the desert is much denser than it is now, and there are deadly traps everywhere. In order to ensure the safety of the vast majority of cultivators, a sixteen-member pathfinder team was formed, headed by Taoist Jueming of the Wanjian Sect."

Lin Xun was suddenly surprised: "Taoist Jueming!"

Among the sword cultivators, there is probably no one who has not heard of this name.

This man's sword could split mountains and his sword spirit could penetrate bones. He was a rare sword genius in thousands of years. Unfortunately, he died in the battle between immortals and demons, and his body was gone.

"The demon cultivator had the intention to harm him, and laid a deadly trap in the desert. He also lured the awakened 'Demon God' from the Demon Realm to set up a siege."

Wen Hemian lowered his eyelashes to cover the dark color in his eyes: "Jueming tried his best to kill the Demon God, but he was exhausted and died in the Demon God's self-explosion before his death. His sword that was said to be able to cut through everything is also missing, and I'm afraid it was destroyed."

The Demon God is an immortal or immortal beast that has fallen into a demon. It has extraordinary strength and is said to have the ability to destroy the world. Fortunately, he has been sleeping in the Demon Realm for many years and rarely wakes up.

Their existence is also an important reason for setting up the two-device dust array to separate the human and demon worlds.

"That's not right."

He Zhizhou scratched his head: "If all the cultivators at that time were buried in the sea of ​​sand, how did the news of the town's rebellion spread?"

"Among the sixteen people at that time, only one talisman cultivator named 'Liu Xiuyuan' survived."

Wen Hemian frowned: "It's a pity that he was also seriously injured and died of a serious illness at home a few days later."

So they are all dead.

Lin Xun felt upset when he heard it. He glanced and found that Lu Wanxing had arrived beside him without knowing when.

She looked very curious, and she smiled and raised her chin towards him: "Why are you all so still? Is it the legendary secret transmission of immortal sect monks?"

Lin Xun drooped like an eggplant and replied with a low "hmm".

Wen Hemian's expression did not change, and he asked her slowly: "Miss, was the technique you used just now a physical training technique?"

Lu Wanxing finally showed a trace of shyness, touched his nose and nodded.

He Zhizhou didn't understand: "You're a good girl, why do you want to learn physical training?"

"If I don't want to learn physical training, will you buy me a sword, a harp, and talismans?"

Lu Wanxing glanced at him: "First of all, I have no money, and secondly, I don't have any way to practice Taoism. I'll just learn whatever I can find in the desert."

"No money?"

He Zhizhou looked her up and down, his tone was even more incredulous: "Just with the sword you showed us, it can guarantee you three lifetimes and ten miles of gold, and you still say you have no money?"

Lu Wanxing curled her lips and was about to retort, but she heard a loud bang in the sky, and the black fog that had finally dispersed condensed again, so thick that it blurred her vision.

"Look, there are people on the sand dunes!"

A sand bandit yelled, "That, that is--"

He Zhizhou looked in the direction of the voice and saw two slender shadows in the sudden strong sandstorm.

One of them covered his face with a black cloth, so he couldn't see his appearance clearly, and the other...

had dark cat eyes and a white face. Although it was a face he had never seen before, it inexplicably revealed a sense of familiarity.

He felt the little girl next to him trembling violently.

"That is..."

Lu Wanxing stared at the person on the sand dune, her whole voice was trembling, and her lips were pale and bloodless: "That's my brother."

Her brother had died many years ago.