Chapter 82082 The Immortal Cultivation World Six Thousand Years Ago
Chi Qingxuan looked at the wisp of spiritual consciousness in her hand, and his mood was indescribable.
"Senior Sister, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Is there any other way for us to find Master?"
Chi Qingxuan remained silent.
He knew he could never stop her.
Shi Hua had made up his mind and no one could dissuade him.
"Shizhou has been waiting outside for a long time. I know there are some things I shouldn't ask, but..." Wei Shizhou is his disciple after all, so Chi Qingxuan couldn't help but worry, "Is Senior Sister's love tribulation related to Shizhou?"
Shi Hua nodded silently.
Chi Qingxuan expected this result and stopped asking further questions.
"If you insist on entering the spiritual consciousness, take Shi Zhou with you. He is your love tribulation and may be able to help you in a critical moment."
Shi Hua did not comment.
Since you are going to pursue a love relationship, then do it seriously.
She could vaguely guess why Heaven insisted on this love line.
There is nothing more unforgettable and more able to inspire a person's potential and fighting spirit than killing the person you love most with your own hands.
Chi Qingxuan went out and called people in.
After giving a few instructions, he left.
There was no one around, the gauze curtains beside the window frame were blown up by the wind and swirled around, the fragrance of peach blossoms filled every corner.
Wei Shizhou smelled the familiar scent of peach blossoms and his eyebrows curved: "Painting."
Shi Hua responded indifferently.
He saw a ray of spiritual consciousness in her hand.
"Is painting about entering the spiritual consciousness?"
Shi Hua had already cast a barrier around the Immortal Palace, and no one could enter except Chi Qingxuan and a few others.
"You go in with me, and no matter what you see, forget it when you come out."
Wei Shizhou's eyes flashed and he agreed softly.
What is in this divine consciousness that can make Shi Hua so serious?
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Six thousand years ago, the world of immortal cultivation was not as peaceful as it is now.
The Immortal Lord Chenxu fell, and the Demon Lord was sealed in the Endless Realm. The Immortal Sect was severely damaged, which gave the demon clan an opportunity to take advantage.
At that time, the demon tribe was in chaos, fighting and looting, with corpses floating everywhere.
The monsters became even more rampant, leading their tribes to frequently attack immortal gates and the mortal world.
Wei Shizhou looked at the smoke filling the air around him, the mud and blood mixed together, and the corpses piled up like mountains.
"here it is?"
The blood pact became warm.
Shi Hua said with a heavy heart: "This is the world of immortal cultivation six thousand years ago."
Six thousand years ago...
It is completely different from the world of immortal cultivation six thousand years later.
Wei Shizhou recalled the rumors he had heard.
There are two disciples under the tutelage of Immortal Master Chenxu, one inherits his will to protect the world of immortal cultivation, and the other inherits his sect and carries it forward.
As the world of immortal cultivation was declining, Shi Hua shouldered all responsibilities on his own. He was the pillar of heaven in the eyes of the world, and also the Shuyu Immortal Venerable who loved all people in the eyes of the world.
For thousands of years, Shi Hua has been guarding the world of immortal cultivation day after day until it has become the prosperous and peaceful place it is today.
Wei Shizhou had a premonition that he was getting closer and closer to the real Shi Hua.
Shi Hua had no idea how he felt at the moment.
"Let's move forward."
The place where the divine consciousness was drawn was a village in the mortal world.
The village is built on the mountain and beside the water, and the laughter of children can be heard one after another by the stream.
In the distance, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, and layers of clouds covered the village.
In the spiritual memory, they are not seen and cannot interfere with the predetermined outcome.
The two walked into the village.
White smoke gurgled out of the chimney, and the aroma of cooking filled the entire village. Women stood at the entrance of the village calling for their husbands and children to come home for dinner. Wild dogs and cats smelled the scent and ran over, tugging at their trouser legs, and only left satisfied after getting the fish fry thrown by the children.
Every household is immersed in family happiness.
On the empty dirt road, the ragged boy stared at the family of three in the window with an envious look, his stomach growling. He had no food and no home, so he stood there disheveled, trying to smell the food through the wall and imagining swallowing it.
Wei Shizhou paused and asked, "Who is that child?"
Shi Hua didn't know either.
This is Yingxing’s spiritual memory, could it be Yingxing?
When she met Ying Xing, he was already the head of Lingyuan Pavilion.
The boy left hungry.
He was wandering aimlessly when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around stupidly, only to be greeted with a beating.
"Little fool!"
"How dare you hide from us? I was wondering why I couldn't see you today!"
Several boys punched and kicked him. The boy who led the group looked very arrogant and it was obvious that he often bullied others and was a little bully in the village.
He directed the others to beat him hard.
"Remember, you have to look for me every day from now on, or you'll be in big trouble!"
Several boys followed the bully away with smiles on their faces.
Ying Xing, who was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, curled up into a ball. He felt pain all over his body, especially his stomach. The pain from the extreme hunger almost overshadowed all the other pains in his body.
"So hungry... so hungry..."
He repeated two words, his eyes looking somewhere out of focus.
A village woman passing by felt sorry for him, so she took a steamed bun from her basket and gave it to him. She pulled him up from the ground, brushed off the dirt on his body, and sighed.
"Go back quickly."
Ying Xing held the steamed bun in his arms without saying a word. He glanced at her quickly, pursed his lips and ran away.
He had no home and his only place to go was a burned-down house.
The small body crawled into the hole and hid there so that no one could see it.
The villagers living nearby all sighed, but could do nothing about it.
In today's world, they are busy taking care of themselves, so how can they have the energy to take care of a child?
Someone sighed: "What a pity! He was so little, and both his parents died in the fire..."
Draw information from the villagers' sighs.
Ying Xing's parents died in a fire. They were burned to death while trying to save him. When the villagers rushed over to put out the fire, it was too late. Ying Xing's parents were burned to death and their house was also burned down. It was so dilapidated that it could not shelter them from the wind and rain.
No one took him in, so he could only survive by catching fish or relying on the occasional food donated by villagers out of sympathy. When he felt tired, he would go into this shabby house to rest.
If it rains or snows, you can only accept the cold.
Six thousand years later, Yingxing Immortal Venerable, who was respected and feared by the world, had such an experience.
While Shi Hua was sighing, he thought of himself.
No one is born to be glorious.
Time passes quickly in spiritual consciousness.
In this world where monsters and beasts are rampant, mortals are the weakest and most helpless beings.
Yingxing's village was attacked by monsters.
Mortals are unarmed and cannot withstand the monsters for even a moment.
Ying Xing stumbled and fled for his life.
The village was on fire, the villagers were crying, and the muddy road was stained red with blood, leaving one muddy footprint after another.
“Plop!”
Ying Xing fell hard.
Blood-stained mud stained his face.
Ying Xing hurriedly got up and ran up the mountain with gritted teeth.
Behind him were the screams of the villagers and the excited roars of the monsters.
How could a human possibly outrun a monster?
Ying Xing was knocked away by the monster.
His chest was squeezed together, and his internal organs seemed to be drained out. He fell to the ground with stars in his eyes, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Warm blood spilled onto an ordinary stone.
The sound of the monster chewing in its mouth was very close, and the stinking smell made people cry. Ying Xing couldn't stand up, so he crawled with his hands!
He doesn't want to die.
His father and mother risked their lives to save him from the fire. How could he die before he even grew up? He was unwilling to accept this!
The monster behind him seemed to have finished eating the food in its mouth and was licking the corner of its mouth as it approached him.
The suffocating breath of death loomed.
When Ying Xing was in despair, he heard a gentle female voice.
"Do you want to live?"
He answered without hesitation: "I want to live! I don't want to die!"
A light laugh filled the air.
Shi Hua was extremely familiar with that voice!
In the countless memories that appeared, this was the first voice she heard!
Shi Hua clenched his fists.
"Okay, I'll save you, but you have to live well."
As soon as he finished speaking, the stone that was stained red by Ying Xing's blood burst out with a dazzling golden light. The golden light condensed into a beam and shot into the monster's eyes quickly, piercing it completely.
Ying Xing was shaking.
The monster's huge body collapsed in front of him.
After a pause, he asked, "Is it dead?"
"Of course, completely dead."
Ying Xing was a little scared and looked around helplessly.
"You...are you an immortal?"
"You only remember to ask about my identity now?"
The sound came from behind.
Ying Xing's eyes were immediately fixed on the stone stained with his blood.
“…Is that you?”
The stone gleamed with golden light.
"Very clever."
Ying Xing rolled and crawled to the side of the stone: "Are you... the Stone Immortal?"
"Oh, that's too ugly, what kind of stone immortal is that?"
"Well, if you must give me a name, you can call me Ah Xu."
Fearing that he could not read, Jin Guang wrote the word "Ah Xu" on the ground.
Ying Xing looked at the two words in confusion and silently memorized their appearance.
"Why are you in the stone?"
Chen Xu couldn't remember. She had just awakened her soul and used up her spiritual power. Her spiritual power, which was already recovered in small amounts, was almost exhausted, and she was about to fall into a deep sleep.
"Little guy, I can't stay in this broken stone anymore. Do you have anything on you that I can possess?"
"Possessed?"
Ying Xing could hardly understand the words she said.
The dirty little hands wiped their bodies clean and took out a jade pendant from the lapel of his chest. The quality was very ordinary and the shape was also very ordinary, the most common arc shape, without any lines.
Chenxu had no choice.
"That's it."
A golden ball of light emerged from the stone and quickly flew into the jade pendant.
The voice was a little weaker.
"Little guy, saving you just now has exhausted my spiritual energy. I need to sleep for a while, and then you will have to rely on yourself to survive. Don't die before I wake up."
Before falling asleep, Chen Xu healed all his wounds and pointed him to a safe passage before he fell asleep peacefully.
Ying Xing held the jade pendant with a firm look in his eyes.
"I will live well!"
He wanted to wait for Ah Xu to wake up, as he had many questions to ask her.
Ying Xing walked to the stream, looked at his dirty face on the water, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face to wash his body clean before heading in the direction Chen Xu pointed.
The jade pendant was put into the lapel.
The little hand covered it, as if gaining unprecedented strength.
He will wait for Ah Xu to wake up!
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