Outside the Shen Zi Peak, Qing Dan sat cross-legged, occasionally looking up at the tightly closed stone door with a calm expression.
Only in front of Xu Feng would she reveal the so-called "little girl" attitude.
But in the eyes of outsiders, she is the most respected disciple in Tianxuan Sect besides Xu Feng.
The eldest senior sister of Tianxuan Sect!
Normally, she was decisive and extremely cold-blooded, so naturally, she would not be anxious because of Xu Feng's retreat.
She was just a little worried, but she was very sure that Xu Feng could definitely solve his own problems.
Just as Qingdan was patiently waiting for Xu Feng to come out, a light sound of footsteps came from the mountain road behind her...
"Qingdan, the decision of the elders' council has been made. Please go to the Tianxuan Sect's main hall at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. Senior Brother Shenzi, please go there on time."
A red-haired young man, wearing a black and white robe with a golden crane embroidered on the cuffs. He had a tall and thin figure, with a gloomy and fierce look on his face.
This person is Wang Li, the second disciple of Tianxuan Sect, who once competed with Xu Feng for the position of Son of God.
Back then, this man had a very good relationship with Xu Feng and Qingdan, but because of the competition for the position of Son of God, they became incompatible.
So when Qingdan saw him, she didn't look happy.
"Anything else?"
Qingdan said coldly.
Wang Li narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly: "Tell Xu Feng that he has caused public outrage this time and so many people have died. Don't think of getting away with it lightly. If he is unfortunately deprived of his position as the Son of God, I will be happy to take over."
Qing Dan said coldly: "Get lost."
Wang Li snorted and laughed, not caring at all, and turned around and walked down the mountain.
Qingdan looked at the guy's back and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
This Wang Li's cultivation...seems to have reached the peak of spiritual concentration.
Then she turned her head to look at Xu Feng's cave, feeling a little worried, not because of Xu Feng's retreat, nor because of Wang Li's threat, but because of Xu Feng's disobedience to the devil.
More than one hundred cultivators died, and they were all elites of the younger generation. They were not alone, because behind them were the ten great divine sects and dozens of powerful independent cultivators!
If these people all target Xu Feng, the punishment this time will probably be very severe.
Thinking of this, Qing Dan frowned and said weakly: "Master also didn't let me interfere in this matter, saying that they have their own limits. It's really annoying."
Shaking her head, she let out a breath and closed her eyes.
"Xu Feng said that only by becoming stronger can we have more say. Practice! Practice! Practice!"
"I can feel the changes in him after he came back from the Demon's Edge twice. Although he refused to tell me what caused these changes, he must want to do something."
"Only by becoming stronger can we help him."
After making up his mind, Qingdan slowly immersed himself in cultivation.
......
Inside the cave, Xu Feng's expression was constantly changing.
During the repetition of five thousand years, he had gone crazy, collapsed, despaired, and indulged himself.
It is these bad memories that are constantly affecting his reason and character. Only by temporarily sealing up these useless bad memories mixed with negative emotions can he return to normal.
Of course, this seal cannot be permanent. As his cultivation level increases and his life experience improves, he will gradually be able to digest these memories.
Only then will he begin to unlock the seal little by little.
Moreover, if these crazy memories could be controlled, they could be used for his benefit.
After all, the Crazy Sword he practiced required some madness to become more powerful.
"Huh, fortunately I have studied a lot of magical skills in the past five thousand years, otherwise I might really be helpless in this situation."
Xu Feng said with some relief.
Soon, he realized that he had regained the feeling of "thankfulness" and was no longer as calm as a dead tree.
He is only 24 years old now, and he doesn't want to be like those thousand-year-old monsters who treat everything indifferently.
Of course, Xu Feng was very clear about the psychology of those people, because for those monks who had lived for thousands of years, many of their relatives and friends had passed away with the passage of time.
They no longer have anything to be attached to in this world, so naturally they become ruthless.
As his cultivation becomes higher and his lifespan becomes longer, this situation will eventually happen to him.
But not now.
Although the five thousand years of life were his, to Xu Feng it seemed more like a false dream.
He wants to truly feel his real life, so as to comprehend the true way of life.
Therefore, sealing those bad memories and leaving only the information that is useful to him is what he wants to do during this retreat.
After resting for a while, Xu Feng closed his eyes again and fell into silence.
An inexplicable aura continued to flow outside Xu Feng's body, and his face began to become gloomy as he recalled those bad memories.
It was not until the moon rose above the willows that Xu Feng exhaled deeply and slowly opened his eyes.
Bright, wise, profound, calm, indifferent, peaceful, gentle and other emotions flowed on his face.
He smiled slightly: "It's done."
Quietly, he returned to his original state as if a set of shackles had been removed.
Flipping his hand, he placed the jade slips that recorded his five thousand years of experience in front of him, and Xu Feng whispered without hesitation: "Suzaku Transformation, Burn."
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