Chapter 18 Kaiyuan Past
Condensing fog to destroy the immortal?
Jian Shiyuan placed his fingers on his cheek and applied a little force, feeling the numbness as his skin sank. He lowered his eyelashes and concealed the deep thought in his eyes.
Is it a coincidence?
His sect is called Ningwu Sect.
Ningwu is not a proprietary word. Jian Shiyuan chose this name because he was inspired by a scene he once witnessed.
When the demonic tide approaches, an indispellable gray fog will spread. It is odorless and has a yin nature. If a cultivator inhales it, his cultivation will stagnate and his spiritual power will have difficulty circulating. If a mortal inhales it, he will die.
Jian Shiyuan has witnessed many demonic tides and has also figured out some patterns.
These monsters appear to appear suddenly, but they actually need to pass through the medium of gray fog.
The gray fog was like a portal, transferring monsters from other dimensions. Of course, this pattern could be discovered with careful observation.
To better resist the demonic tide and eliminate the demons once and for all, the monks, led by Shangcang Sect, began to research how to dispel the gray fog. They tried many methods, including spiritual power binding, magic arrays, and spiritual fire, but none of them had any significant effect.
This gray fog, like a nightmare, clings to all living things. Today you dissipate a bit, tomorrow it reappears, impossible to dispel, impossible to absorb, it gradually grows and spreads day and night, withering grass and corroding living things wherever it touches.
This is a common calamity for humans, demons, ghosts and monsters.
The gray fog showed no favoritism towards any species; it killed all living creatures without discrimination. The living were driven away by the gray fog and huddled in an ever-tightening space.
After many people died, some monks discovered a secret.
The gray fog absorbed by mortals will never appear again.
Jian Shiyuan didn't know what experiments they conducted to reach this conclusion, but he saw the inhumane "Animal Plan".
In order to protect their private property, a large number of monks bought "animals" with white rice and flour and forced them to absorb the gray fog. A mouthful of food cost a life, and the lives of mortals were so cheap.
Jian Shiyuan saw with his own eyes an old woman tremblingly holding up a ball of gray mist, putting it to her nose, opening her mouth and sniffing it in big gulps.
What is her life worth? Two bowls of rice.
Even after so many years, Jian Shiyuan still remembers how he felt at that time. He wanted to swing his sword and kill those beasts, but he didn't know how to feed those mortals.
During disasters and famines, refugees would rather eat a full meal and die peacefully. Some even actively absorb the gray mist, unwilling to endure the pain of hunger.
What good is being human? Living on hunger, constantly in fear, chased by ghosts and bitten by demons, life is too tiring. This world is so unfair, with monks and mortals separated by a world of difference.
Jian Shiyuan followed their lead, swallowing the gray mist in large gulps. He channeled his spiritual energy, and the gray mist he inhaled gradually gathered in his Qi and Xue, condensing into a black pill. Jian Shiyuan dug open his Qi and Xue and took out the black pill. It no longer dissipated into gray mist, but lay quietly in his palm.
To condense the mist, a mortal would have to sacrifice his life, but a monk would only need to suffer a little pain.
But most monks would rather watch mortals die than dig open their own bodies.
Jian Shiyuan knew what they were thinking. Mortals were like pigs and dogs. They could be reborn after death. Digging up their Qi and blood might affect their path. How could they give up their self-cultivation for these mortals?
At that time, Jian Shiyuan was thinking
Thinking of something, Jian Shiyuan's lips curled up into a subtle smile, and his glass-like eyes looked at the water curtain, shining brightly.
Within the curtain of water, Shenhong and Shuijingzhu prepared to dig. They stood before the collapsed stone wall, took out their tools and shovels, and raised their heads slightly to gaze up at the runes on it. Snow fell from the sky, and they were the only two living creatures at the bottom of the empty chasm.
Jian Shiyuan looked at them, and then through them, looked at Kehen.
The dragon clan, the dragon clan's usual Bojin script.
The dragon race was wiped out thousands of years ago. Bojin is the dragon race's written language, but it's not a monopoly. Some monks have mastered this language, and Jian Shiyuan also learned it by chance from an ancient book.
The carvings on the damaged stone wall gradually cracked due to erosion by wind and snow. The vigorous and powerful characters have endured the long years and are still shocking. Jian Shiyuan compared his own cultivation level and realized that to leave such a carving requires at least the cultivation level of a spirit being transformed. The strokes are smooth and the depth is consistent, which shows the strength of the engraver.
As the players approached, Jian Shiyuan could clearly see the intricate and delicate patterns on the wall. Besides the [Condensing Mist to Cut the Immortals], the surrounding area was decorated with frost flowers, each petal and stamen unique, filling the entire broken wall. Jian Shiyuan was certain at this moment—
This must be the dragon ruins.
Frost flowers are the favorite flowers of the dragon clan. It is rumored that they would use frost flowers to sacrifice to the gods. The pious dragon clan would use their life blood to mix with dyes and engrave patterns during the sacrificial ceremony. The more patterns, the better, and the more complex, the more pious.
In the eyes of the dragon clan, frost flowers represent the Holy Spirit and glory. Whether it is architecture or clothing, they like to use frost flowers for decoration. For human monks, frost flowers are extremely poisonous and cold, and their flowering period is short. They are not good patterns and are rarely used for decoration.
Looking at the frost patterns all over the place, Jian Shiyuan inferred that this place might be a temple where the dragon clan worshipped their gods.
The reason is simple
The dragon race has short patience and bad temper, and it is impossible for other dragons to have the patience to carve such complex and diverse patterns on other buildings.
But there's nothing strange about this.
The Ice State was once the base camp of the dragon clan, where thousands of dragons rested, reproduced and dominated the land.
850 years before the Kaiyuan era, the Icefield State was not yet a desolate icy region. It was like any other state, with its seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and the fragrance of birdsong and flowers. Historical records indicate it was originally called "Dragon State." If not for a sudden disaster that wiped out the entire dragon race and altered the local climate, this place would likely have remained a forbidden territory for humans.
In the era of the dragon race, humans were just a lowly race, with limited mobility and forbidden to enter the territories of other races. If it weren't for Kaiyuan Daojun, who forged a path for the human race in the wilderness, the human race would still be a "two-legged sheep" kept by demons and monsters.
In the water curtain, Shenhong was still digging. Jian Shiyuan supported himself with his elbows and couldn't help but think of Kaiyuan Daojun.
When he entered the world of immortal cultivation, the first cultivator he met was Kaiyuan Daojun.
Kaiyuan's life was extremely brilliant and dazzling, like a rapid and brilliant rain of fireworks, exploding with great vigor and sweeping the whole world with a roaring heat wave. If I were to use words to describe him, it would only be—
His talent is so terrifying that even ghosts and gods cannot tolerate him.
He established the Dao and established cultivation principles for the human race, allowing cultivators with spiritual roots to possess immense power. The era before the Kaiyuan era was a chaotic one, where demons and monsters kept humans captive and fed on them, treating them as mere food. Humans of that time were powerless and ignorant of cultivation, unable to resist the gifted demons. They could only live in a state of confusion, allowing the demons to breed and reproduce with them.
Jian Shiyuan likes to consult historical materials, not to explore the root causes, but just to treat it as a casual entertainment. Kaiyuan's life is undoubtedly a wonderful male protagonist upgrade story.
No one knew Kaiyuan's origin. He was just a young man when he became famous. With a long sword, he killed all the demons in the region. Even the demon snake Ursha, which could devour hundreds of thousands of people in one bite, could not survive more than three moves in his hands.
Not only was he a master of swordsmanship, he was also proficient in all eighteen kinds of weapons. He was also skilled in talismans, array formations, witchcraft, medicine, beast control, weapon making, alchemy, and poison. Almost all the array formations handed down in the world of immortal cultivation today were created by Kaiyuan. It can be said that Kaiyuan's legacy has been a source of comfort to the entire world of immortal cultivation for thousands of years.
When Jian Shiyuan first learned about Kaiyuan Daojun, he went straight to read his ending.
As expected, Kaiyuan had a bad ending.
Kaiyuan was the first cultivator to ascend to heaven, and after his ascension, there was no news. The other cultivators speculated that Kaiyuan had ascended to immortality and lived to the end of his life, but Jian Shiyuan disagreed.
Jian Shiyuan felt that Kaiyuan must be dead.
The reason can be seen from the fact that his three disciples died or disappeared.
Kaiyuan has three disciples, all female, namely Lingguang, Huanqing, and the famous Madam Fen Yun Yeting.
Among these three disciples, Lord Lingguang had the highest cultivation level and was also quite favored by Kaiyuan, but he disappeared after Kaiyuan ascended to heaven and there has been no news of him since.
Rumor has it that Lingguang, a disciple raised by Kaiyuan, possessed a haughty and arrogant disposition, often causing trouble. A widely circulated story about her was the sword that shattered Donglai. Historical records state that one day, Lingguang, having made a bet, became drunk and rode a cloud. Passing by Donglai Prefecture, she saw the vast expanse of water, and intrigued. She drew her sword and shattered the prefecture with a single blow.
That day, the sea waves were huge and drowned and killed tens of thousands of people. For a time, public resentment was boiling and there was widespread grief.
By then, Kaiyuan was the leader of the Kaiyuan Sect, a role model for all cultivators. He should have been impartial and severely punished Lingguang for his misfortune, but Kaiyuan protected his disciple.
This was the only thing he did wrong in his life, and because of it, his reputation was damaged. The public no longer viewed him as a saintly gentleman, but as an ambiguous "saint."
From this we can see that Kaiyuan doted on his disciples very much, and he treated his three disciples equally, so there was no reason for him to ignore them after ascending to heaven, allowing their spiritual light to disappear, their illusions to perish, and their hearts to burn themselves.
Jian Shiyuan thought, maybe he was really dead, dead completely.
Jian Shiyuan has no obsession with ascension. As Kaiyuan's example proves, ascension may be a trap.
In the water curtain, deep red and water Jingzhu dug out another broken rock.
They wiped the snow off the stone with their hands, and another line of words appeared:
【Kill All to Heaven】
Jian Shiyuan's smile deepened, and his fingers tapped his knees intermittently.
[Condensing fog to destroy immortals, slaughtering all the gods in heaven]
Are there immortals in this world? What are there in heaven?
Who knows?
interesting.
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