The moment the ghost swallowed Fu Changling, his vision slowly darkened, but he did not lose consciousness. He stayed in the darkness for a short while before he heard a rumbling sound coming from the side, followed by crying, cursing, and screaming.
His vision began to clear, and he found himself walking on a road. The road was about ten feet wide, with a pair of torches standing every three feet on both sides to illuminate the way. Above the torches, a monk would stand with a sword, looking coldly at the people on the road.
The avenue was wide and long, but still crowded with people. These people were ordinary people, and they moved forward slowly at the urging of the monks.
Fu Changling was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized where he was.
He volunteered to convert the wronged soul, so now he should be in the memory of the wronged soul, experiencing what the wronged soul had experienced.
But he didn't know which soul's memory this was, whether Qin Yan was in this memory environment, and even more so, whether Qin Yan in this memory illusion still looked the same as usual, or whether he had any memories of the past.
All these things made him a little nervous, but he quickly calmed down. He first checked his body and was surprised to find that his spiritual power had recovered.
He couldn't detect how many levels he had recovered for a while. He thought it was because he was now in his memories, and actually it was his soul that was here. The cultivation of his soul naturally had nothing to do with his actual cultivation.
According to this idea, when he fully recovers his strength, he should be at the Tribulation Crossing Stage in this illusion.
He thought for a moment and took out the jade pendant Qin Yan gave him. The jade pendant contained Qin Yan's blood and essence. He quickly drew a talisman to find someone, and the jade pendant actually lit up.
When he saw the jade pendant light up, his heart was instantly filled with joy. This proved that Qin Yan and he were at least in the same space.
He flew up on his sword and rushed towards the direction indicated by the jade pendant. His action startled the people around him. The monk shouted, "Who is it?"
Fu Changling did not answer and rushed straight towards the mountains. The monks immediately messaged each other and chased after Fu Changling.
As soon as the monks left, the crowd immediately became chaotic, and everyone scrambled to escape into the dense forest nearby. Fu Changling dodged the spells of the monks behind him while running, and at the same time he had to keep an eye on the people running and scattered on the ground, trying to find the familiar figure among them.
More and more monks gathered around him, and when he was near the end of the avenue, he finally found the man.
The man was wearing a plain white robe, his dark hair half tied up with a deep blue headband. He held a lantern in his hand and walked towards the mountains amidst the panicked crowd, moving with determination and composure.
His features were gentle and his expression calm, and every step he took seemed to be on the road to martyrdom, making him seem out of place among the panicked crowd around him.
Fu Changling saw him from afar, his eyes suddenly tightened, he accelerated towards the man on his sword, and shouted from a distance, "Qin Yan!"
The young man in the crowd heard the loud shout and turned around in surprise. Then he saw a young man coming over on a flying sword, grabbing his arm around his waist and pulling him straight onto the flying sword.
The moon was bright in the sky, the breeze ruffled their hair, and the sleeves of the two people, one black and one white, intertwined. Qin Yan held a lantern in his hand, swaying in the air. He stared at Fu Changling blankly, feeling his hair gently caressing his face. After a long time, he uttered a trance-like sound, "Why are you here?"
"You're here now," Fu Changling turned to look at him, dodging the sword light flying from behind, and said calmly, "How could I not come?"
Hearing this, Qin Yan realized that Fu Changling was still using magic. He came to his senses and his face suddenly changed. "Your soul has entered the realm. If something happens here, you can't save yourself. Get out now!"
Fu Changling said nothing and led him all the way to the mountains. Qin Yan became anxious and asked angrily, "Are you going to die?"
Fu Changling didn't look at him, and led him straight to a stop on the top of a mountain. At this time, he saw brilliant lights coming towards them in the distance. More and more cultivators gathered. Fu Changling raised his hand to touch Qin Yan's forehead, and with his other hand, he held the golden fan to his lips and whispered, "Heaven and earth enter the law, protect me." His voice became softer, and only his lips could be seen moving. He whispered, "My beloved."
After the words fell, a barrier with a blue glow appeared around Qin Yan. This was the barrier that Fu Changling created for him using the word spirit technique. This barrier would protect Qin Yan at all costs until Fu Changling died, just as he said.
"Fu Changling" Qin Yan knew he couldn't stop him, so he could only ask in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"
"I know what you're doing," Fu Changling looked at him. "I can't bear to see you suffer like this, so I'm here. You now carry the memories of those wronged souls. You are him, and you have to endure everything he endured. If I can't do it for you, then I'll come to save you."
"You can't save her."
Qin Yan continued to persuade, "You are the soul entering the body, and every time the spiritual energy is consumed, it is actually consumed on you. I want to die more than 100,000 times." Qin Yan frowned, "You can't save me."
Fu Changling listened to him persuading himself and said nothing.
There were more and more cultivators around, but none of them dared to step forward. Fu Changling's pressure had already spread silently and overwhelmingly. The terrifying aura of the Tribulation Period made all the cultivators uneasy, and they were just waiting for their elders to come.
Seeing that Fu Changling was unmoved, Qin Yan couldn't help but say, "You..."
"Aren't you afraid?" Fu Changling suddenly asked. Qin Yan's eyes were filled with confusion. "What should I be afraid of?"
"Die a hundred thousand times," Fu Changling's voice trembled uncontrollably, "Aren't you afraid?"
Qin Yan listened to his words and understood what Fu Changling meant. He relaxed and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Are you okay?" Fu Changling smiled. His peach blossom eyes were curved, but they looked as if he was crying, with a hint of water. "Do you know what would happen if you really saved these 100,000 wronged souls by yourself?"
"The hatred of a nation," Fu Changling raised his hand and placed it on Qin Yan's face, saying in a low voice, "It will destroy you."
"You will hate this world, you will no longer be Qin Yan, you will become a man called Sui Yan Demon Lord, and you will lose everything you have now."
"I can't let you go down this path," Fu Changling looked at him, "I came back into this world not to lose Yan Ming again."
Qin Yan's eyes suddenly widened. At that moment, a loud shout came from the sky, "Where did this ignorant youngster come from? How dare you trespass into the forbidden area?"
As he was speaking, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. A cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage led three cultivators in the Spirit Transformation Stage and stood in the clouds, looking at Fu Changling coldly.
"Don't be afraid, this time." Fu Changling heard the voice but didn't turn back. He slowly withdrew his hand, smiled at Qin Yan, and then turned away. He stood at his side with his sword drawn in one hand, holding a golden fan behind his back in the other. The wind blew the fallen leaves slowly around him, and his wide sleeves fluttered in the moonlight. He gently raised his head, facing the crowd of monks, and said in a steady voice, "I'm in front of you."
"They want to destroy you with a magic circle, so I will destroy their magic circle."
"If they want to hurt you with their weapons, I will break their weapons."
"If they want to take your life, I will make their souls disappear, and there will be no reincarnation!"
The moment the sound fell, he raised the sword in his hand, turned around and slashed towards the mountain without any warning.
Brilliant light bloomed in the night sky, and the sword seemed to have the power to split mountains and split the sea. The mountain was instantly split in half and began to tremble with a rumbling sound.
The Tribulation Crossing cultivator above was shocked and enraged by Fu Changling's sudden attack, and shouted angrily, "You're looking for death!"
After that, everyone surrounded and attacked together. Thousands of sword blades flew towards Fu Changling, and at the same time, four top cultivators attacked Fu Changling together.
Fu Changling chanted a spell, holding a sword in his hand, dodging their attacks while rushing upwards.
The barrier protected Qin Yan, allowing him to follow Fu Changling. Amidst the rain of swords and brilliant light all around him, he enjoyed a moment of peace. He watched Fu Changling raise his hand to slay the Daoist cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing stage, watched him use magic to repel three Spiritualization stage cultivators, and watched him exhaust his spiritual energy, nearly exhausted, and relying only on his sword intent to fight the swarm of cultivators.
This is the Fu Changling in his memory.
Even though he no longer remembered the emotions at that time, nor did he remember the love that others had spoken of, but when Fu Changling drew his sword, he still clearly connected the person in front of him with the True Lord Huayang from that year.
True Lord Huayang, that is the sharpest sword in the Yunze Immortal Realm.
He never had any flashy moves, no superfluous movements. Though he was clearly an immortal, he possessed a sword that was colder and more lethal than even a demon cultivator. The reason was simple: the first time his sword was sharpened, it was with blood.
Other people's swordsmanship is inherited from their masters, but Master Huayang's swordsmanship is inherited through life and death.
Qin Yan stared quietly at the person in front of him, watching him covered in blood as he fought his way through. Finally, with a calm expression, he stabbed the sword into the last person, and blood splattered all over his body.
Then he stood among the corpses all over the mountain, stepping on the blood and looking back.
The surrounding mountains and forests had long been flattened, and the monk's body was lying on the ground in a mess. Every hair on his body was soaked in blood, and his sword was already full of holes.
He walked over step by step, as if crawling out of hell. Finally, he stopped in front of Qin Yan and looked at him quietly.
For a moment, Qin Yan thought that he would hug him.
But he didn't move. He just stood there quietly, staring at him. After a long time, he said hoarsely, "I can't stand anymore."
Qin Yan didn't say anything. The bright lamp in his hand was still there, swaying gently in the wind. Fu Changling smiled slowly, "But I'm covered in blood. I'm afraid of dirtying your clothes."
The ground began to rumble, and Fu Changling stared at Qin Yan. He wanted to say something, but couldn't.
He really wanted to beg him, wanted him to come over and hug him, or give him a hand. Anything he could do would be better than just looking at him like this.
But he didn't dare to say anything, he didn't dare to make a sound. He looked at the person in front of him. He was dressed in spotless white clothes, and he was afraid of dirtying his clothes.
Or, you have defiled the person in front of you with a belated and inappropriate emotion.
"Not even close."
Fu Changling chuckled, "Only after we destroy this formation can we be free from worries. Wait here for me."
Fu Changling said this and turned around, but at that moment, the person behind him suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Fu Changling suddenly turned around and saw Qin Yan's expression was as calm as before. He walked forward, supported him, and said calmly, "I seem to have some spiritual power back. I will accompany you up."
Hearing the man's cold voice, Fu Changling came back to his senses. He lowered his eyes, restrained the trembling in his body, and whispered, "Thank you."
The ground began to rumble, and Qin Yan felt that his spiritual power was slowly returning to him. He helped Fu Changling fly high into the sky. Only then did the two of them see the full view of the mountain.
The top of the mountain had been flattened by a sword, like the mouth of a bottle. The mountain below the mouth of the bottle had long been hollowed out, and a rectangular block led straight to the bottom of the mountain. At the bottom of the mountain was a huge magma pool. The magma pool seemed to be boiling, bubbling, and from time to time it would suddenly splash out of the pool, draw a beautiful arc in the air, and then fall back.
The four sides of the cave were covered with marble slabs inscribed with intricate runes. In the center, four figures were hung in the four directions of the cave, east, south, west, and north. They were nailed to the wall in strange poses. Under their feet was a platform, upon which lay a formation. The blood of these figures fell into the formation, filling its lines. Behind the formation was a cave entrance, seemingly the entrance to the cave.
Four iron chains extended from the wall and were tied to a girl in the center. The girl was wearing a purple gown, with a puppet sitting on her shoulders. Her hands and feet were tied with iron chains and hung upright in the air.
The two men looked at each other for a moment, and Fu Changling raised his sword while panting. Then he gathered the only trace of spiritual energy into the sword and chopped it towards the entire mountain with a "bang".
Just before that, Xie Yuqing lay on Shangguan Mingyan's back and slowly opened his eyes.
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