"Aaaaaaahh ...
A series of screams rang out.
Yan Rong watched in horror as countless tentacles pierced through the bodies of everyone around her in an instant, their flesh and blood sucked away, leaving only skeletons. Terrified, she summoned her natal sword, which split into numerous longswords that surrounded her, forming a sword array.
"You...you can't kill me! Do you know who my master is? My master is the Immortal Emperor Feng Chu, and my grandmaster is the Sword God Xie Chen. My master and grandmaster have always doted on me. If you dare to kill me, they will definitely not let you go."
Yan Rong looked around in horror, now hoping to scare away the enemy by using Feng Chu and Xie Chen's names.
"Hahahahahahahaha..."
A chilling laugh echoed through the space.
"You're Feng Chu's disciple? You're not worthy. Let me clean house for him!"
Countless red and black tentacles pierced Yan Rong's body like lightning, leaving her no time to react. Blood gushed from her mouth, only to be instantly sucked away by the tentacles. Her flesh withered and shriveled, her eyes widened, and she let out a piercing scream.
Before she died, she saw a dark mist condense into a tall figure in front of her.
The man with black hair and red eyes wore a magnificent black robe. His long, waterfall-like hair cascaded down his back, and a cold smile graced his pale, handsome face. His eyes were so indifferent that they seemed to reflect no living thing.
Grandmaster Uncle...
Yan Rong couldn't believe it.
My grandmaster uncle actually killed her so ruthlessly.
No!
She loved him so much, didn't he know that?
Yan Rong is dead, vanished into thin air, her soul scattered.
Lou Munan snorted coldly. He had killed Yan Rong and the disciples of the Sword God Palace, and read all their memories, learning about the events that had occurred over the past million years. Feng Yao was now the Empress of the Phoenix Clan, Feng Chu had long since become an Immortal Emperor, and Luo Bai was still the Lord of the Dragon Clan.
Lou Munan stepped out of the cave, the sunlight shining on him. He looked up at the sky, his cold eyes gazing at the starry heavens. His gaze pierced through star fields and reached the depths of the universe.
Both Xu Fengzhi's consciousness and Jingxin Wuchen's consciousness were devoured by him.
Now, what should he do?
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The mountains are majestic, and on the top of one of the peaks grows a tall ancient pine tree. This ancient pine tree is hundreds of years old, with a huge crown and countless aerial roots hanging down.
Beneath the ancient pine tree stood a man dressed in black. This man in black looked very young, with a handsome face that could be described as flawless. His aura was also astonishing. He stood under the tree, looking down at the earth, the wind blowing his long hair into a fluttering dance.
To be honest, Lou Munan didn't know why he had come here.
Canglan Realm, the place that sealed him away for over four trillion years.
This place is completely different from what it was a million years ago. In her battle against him, Feng Yao drained all the spiritual energy here, turning this entire small world into a deathly realm. But now it's teeming with life again. No one remembers what happened a million years ago, just as none of the myriad realms remember what happened four trillion years ago.
He thought of Feng Yao. Although that woman was the reincarnation of A Tang, her strength was far inferior to A Tang's. Yet, she had repeatedly and severely injured him.
No matter what methods she used, the result was that he was always severely injured by her.
Lou Munan's feelings for A Yao became complicated.
He stood under the tree, recalling many things from a million years ago, and then from four trillion years ago. Suddenly, he looked in one direction, a look of surprise on his face.
He looked in that direction for a while, black mist emanated from his body, his aura subsided, and his appearance changed. His black clothes turned into a moon-white robe, his long, loose hair was tied up with a hair crown, and his blood-red eyes turned gold.
He transformed into a streak of azure light and flew forward.
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This is a city where cultivators gather, called Red Lotus City. Most of the cultivators in this city are at the Golden Core stage, while the city lord is a cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage.
In the bustling market, a boy dressed in white walked down the street. He looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, with exceptionally handsome features: fair skin like jade, red lips and white teeth, and beautiful golden eyes. A deep red mole, as crimson as a love-scented flower, adorned the corner of his left eye. His long, black hair was tied back with a red ribbon, and he wore short boots embroidered with cloud patterns.
He walked through the market, his gaze sweeping over the diverse crowd, a hint of memory in his eyes.
Many eyes were drawn to the young man, but as soon as they sensed the Nascent Soul stage aura emanating from him, they hurriedly looked away.
This young man was none other than Feng Chu.
Feng Chu was already an Immortal Emperor.
Feng Chu suppressed his strength to the Nascent Soul stage. He came to this Canglan Realm just like A Yao and Lou Munan, wanting to visit places from the past. However, everything had changed, and he couldn't find anything familiar here, only endless melancholy.
The monks who had set up stalls all around were loudly hawking their wares:
"Heavenly Separation Pill, Heavenly Separation Pill, one thousand high-grade spirit stones each."
"Wind Control Talisman, a high-level Wind Control Talisman, come and take a look!"
Looking at these cultivators, Feng Chu was reminded of himself when he was a teenager. Back then, he had also set up a stall, but he never shouted out his wares. He simply displayed his goods and wrote down what he wanted to exchange for. He had encountered people trying to get something for nothing, but of course, he wasn't one to suffer a loss, and he taught them a lesson they deserved.
Feng Chu saw a teahouse ahead and walked towards it.
As soon as he entered, the waiter greeted him warmly. He went upstairs and ordered a pot of spiritual tea. He sipped his tea while watching the bustling market below. Suddenly, he felt a gaze fall on him. If that gaze had only glanced at him a few times and then looked away, Feng Chu wouldn't have paid any attention.
However, that gaze remained fixed on him, so he looked up at another table next to him. There stood a young man dressed in a moon-white robe, who looked to be about twenty-five years old. His jet-black hair was tied up with a jade crown, and he was quite handsome with an outstanding demeanor. He held a folding fan in his hand.
He smiled and clasped his hands in greeting: "Greetings, fellow Daoist!"
A golden light flashed in Feng Chu's golden eyes.
This young man appeared to be in the late Nascent Soul stage, but his actual cultivation level was that of a Celestial Immortal. Furthermore, Feng Chu also saw through him; he was a demon, his true form being a Golden-Winged Roc.
The young man in the moon-white robe stood up, walked towards Feng Chu, and sat down opposite Feng Chu without any ceremony: "Fellow Daoist is not from this world either, is he?"
Feng Chu said indifferently, "What's it to you?"
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