Chapter 562: Drinking Wine and Discussing Ancient History
"Counterattack the Immortal Cultivation World..."
Sima Changkong narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling something.
After a while, he slowly said: "Now when talking about this matter, most monks call it a farce. But in fact, the scale of the small world coalition is more than just a farce."
"Otherwise, why would the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and the Five Elders Association, who have always been hostile to each other, unite?"
Li Fan's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible gleam. He stepped forward and asked in an ambiguous tone, "Alliance? To deal with the Small World Alliance?"
"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Sima remembered it wrongly? Didn't they say that all the people in these small worlds are exiled mortals?"
"How can we cultivators have such a hard time dealing with this group of ants? Besides, we still have the Immortal Heavenly Master who dominates the world. Can they really defeat us?"
Sima Changkong saw Li Fan's face full of disbelief, but he was not angry.
Instead, he smiled slightly, flicked his finger, and a drop of blood flew between the two of them.
The blood drops seemed like living things. They stopped in the air and then squirmed and stretched up and down in all directions.
It turned into a canvas made of blood mist.
On the canvas, thrilling scenes appear one after another.
The ones fighting should be the cultivators from the Xuanhuang Realm.
But the other party was also able to fly and hide, so it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person.
Although their combat methods are different, they can still fight back and forth with the monks.
Some relied on their bodies to resist the monks' flying sword attacks. Some approached and tore the monks to pieces with their bare hands.
There are also those located in the rear, remotely controlling strange energies that fall from the sky, locking onto the monks and attacking them at specific points.
What's worse, some of them don't have human form, but just transparent white human skin. They float and wander in the middle of the battlefield. If there are seriously injured people, they will stick to them.
The group of people who were originally on the verge of death and unable to move suddenly became full of energy again in an instant.
Even if one is missing arms and legs, after being covered with white human skin, the limbs can be regenerated and the combat power can be restored.
Li Fan stared at the constantly changing scene in the blood screen, and his expression gradually became solemn.
"Where are the high-level cultivators in our Xuanhuang Realm? Are the powerful ones in the Hedao and Changsheng realms just watching us fighting with others like this and doing nothing?" Li Fan said with some indignation in his tone.
Sima Changkong shook his head slightly: "No, no. They naturally have their opponents."
"Although our ancestors were limited in realm at that time and could not personally witness the battle between the strong men, it is said that our Xuanhuang Realm also suffered heavy losses."
Sima Changkong sighed and said, "As a result, in the past five hundred years, both sides have been unwilling to start a dispute again. They have mainly focused on recuperating."
Li Fan couldn't help but be surprised: "Are they so strong? Are these people really from the small world?"
"Yes and no." Sima Changkong called over the mermaid beast and filled their glasses again.
Then he continued, "They are just pawns controlled by others."
"The real mastermind behind this is someone else."
Li Fan was slightly shocked and became alert: "What do you mean?"
"Their origin seems to date back to when the ancient catastrophe had just arrived. Our ancestors did not record the details."
"But based on fragmentary interviews after the war, we know that they seem to be a group of people who [left and returned]."
Sima Changkong looked a little puzzled and spoke slowly.
"Not only the Xuanhuang Realm Hedao cultivators who were fighting against them called them traitors, but even those cultivators who didn't know their identities would naturally feel immense resentment in their hearts the moment they saw them."
"Even during the battle, thunder fell from the sky and struck these people."
"They seem to be hated by the entire Xuanhuang Realm."
"He left and came back, a traitor..." Li Fan couldn't help but fall into deep thought after hearing this.
From the scene described by Sima Changkong, combined with what he had seen and heard in Senior Sister Zhao's illusion before, Li Fan couldn't help but have some guesses.
When many disasters such as the inability to practice the same method together and the miasma between immortals and mortals came at the same time, the ten sects of the immortal way initially planned to unite and overcome the difficulties together.
But later the situation collapsed too quickly, and the various sects were unable to take care of themselves, let alone help each other.
When disaster strikes, everyone has a different fate.
Some of them completely disappeared in the long river of history because of the killing among their disciples.
Some of them closed their sects, avoided the world and struggled to survive.
But some, like the Nanming Monster Mountain and the Tianjian Sect, chose to simply flee the Xuanhuang Realm.
"Just like Diyi said, each individual in the tribe has their own choices. Without an absolute leader, it is impossible to act with the same will."
"It is only natural that the monks have their own choices."
"When these people fled, they might have taken something with them. As a result, even the Xuanhuang Realm itself began to resent them."
"I just don't know why they went there and came back. But they were able to return safely from the powerful suction of the [Xianxu]. Their strength must be strong."
Li Fan's thoughts slowly calmed down, and he turned to look at Sima Changkong with an even more intense look in his eyes.
He is worthy of being called the historian of the world of immortal cultivation.
For nearly a thousand years, Sima Changkong can find answers to most of the sealed and forgotten things in the history of the Xuanhuang Realm.
After Li Fan returned from Tianlingzhou, in order to avoid the impact of the war, he came to Sima Changkong's underwater crystal cave.
Relying on the previous clone's familiarity with him, and Li Fan's own extensive knowledge, he knew many secrets with ease.
So she quickly won his favor.
The two of them drank and talked happily every day, chatting about the past events of the Xuanhuang Realm, and they were very happy.
In order to avoid being disturbed by outsiders and to get more information from Sima Changkong, Li Fan also took the initiative to offer to help him set up concealment and protection formations in this crystal cave.
Seeing that the other party was so warm-hearted, Sima Changkong felt that he could become a close friend.
The relationship between the two became more harmonious.
"Peace is temporary, but war is the eternal topic of history." Sima Changkong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sighed, put down the wine glass he had raised, and lost interest.
"Why do you say that, fellow Taoist..." Li Fan suddenly came to his senses.
"The war between the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and the Five Elders Association has officially begun?"
Sima Changkong nodded heavily: "I don't know how many monks will die on the battlefield."
"This is the law of nature. We are not the Immortal Lord, so how can we resist? Drink, drink!" Li Fan took the initiative to pour another glass for Sima Changkong and comforted him.
"My fellow Taoist is right." Sima Changkong drank it all in one gulp, swallowing the fine wine and his emotions into his stomach together.
Li Fan changed the topic again.
…
Time flies, and a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
The war between the Ten Thousand Immortals League and the Five Elders Association has reached a fever pitch, but Li Fan has completely settled down in Sima Changkong's mansion and has not left for a whole year.
There's another chapter coming later.
(End of this chapter)
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