Chapter 278: The Sky Predicts a Hundred-Day Disaster
"What? The descendant of the Human Emperor?" Lingxiang was shocked.
"What? You went to all that trouble to find Yunmeng, but you still can't figure this out?"
Wan Gu Qiong Cang's face was filled with assent. As he spoke, he transformed into a wisp of green smoke and floated onto a bamboo chair. With a look of disdain, he said, "Otherwise, what do you think the so-called 'Great Project of Conferred Gods' is based on? Isn't it because those who think they are immortals couldn't do anything to the Human Emperor, so they used mortals to do it. If they didn't come up with a clever excuse, how could they have a legitimate reason?"
Lingxiang looked embarrassed. Although she had gone to Yunmeng with great effort, she really didn't see any gods or monsters. Even if she met the Lord of Yunmeng, his unreliable appearance really made her lose interest in asking.
It seems like I went to Yunmeng Water Realm, but I really didn't accomplish anything! Forget it, forget it, I won't mention it. I can't let this old guy know, otherwise he will just laugh at me...
However, when she thought of what she had just heard and looked at the contented Wan Gu Qiong Cang, Ling Xiang couldn't help but feel surprised. What she had just heard was truly beyond her previous understanding, but facing the old man in front of her, she had to believe it.
Besides, there is no need for the eternal sky to lie to itself, right?
If we follow what the old man said, the implication is...
"You mean..." Lingxiang said with difficulty, "If we want to defeat the Demon Lord, we can only do it as a mortal?"
Wan Gu Qiong Cang shook his head with an expression of teachable child, but Ling Xiang was extremely horrified.
Not to mention that the demons are good at fighting, even this young Demon Lord was able to severely injure Yuan Qing easily, so his cultivation must be very high. To compete with him as a mortal, isn't it like hitting a rock with an egg?
Just as Lingxiang was thinking, Wan Gu Qiong Cang suddenly changed the subject and asked casually.
"Since you have been cultivating for over ten years, I would like to ask you: Do you know how many people die and how many are born into the world every day?"
Lingxiang was puzzled by the question. She had never read the heavenly book, so how could she know such things?
"Before the Ghost Realm was established, there was no reincarnation in the world. One life dies, another is born, and this goes on for generations, like a giant Kun transforming into a giant Peng. This is the way."
"However, this path is disordered, and evil spirits often descend upon the world, shattering the balance of the mortal world. Qingjia of the Da Ting clan, seeing the harm to the world, founded the Taiyin Palace on Luofeng Mountain in the far north. It established ten halls and thirty-six prisons, and ordered nine commanders and the Five Sacred Mountains Lords to oversee the twenty-four Yin officials and twenty-four Yang officials to maintain the cycle of reincarnation."
Lingxiang nodded, then shook her head.
I had seen the theory of reincarnation in the ancient scrolls of Langhuan Pavilion, but different Taoist schools had different opinions, and Lingxiang had never studied it in detail. After all, it had nothing to do with me. But the matter of the founding of Fengdu...
"Senior, what is your intention in telling me this?"
Wan Gu Qiong Cang smiled first, then suddenly flashed in front of Ling Xiang and waved his hand in front of her.
Instantly, Lingxiang felt the world spinning, and soon she was in a state of chaos. When the chaos dissipated, the scene before her shocked her greatly.
The streets of the mortal world were desolate, filled with miasma and eerie. There were few pedestrians around, and a foul odor permeated the air.
It's the stench of a corpse!
Lingxiang frowned and looked around, but she didn't see any bodies. She hurriedly searched the dilapidated house, but still found nothing.
Just at this moment, a man walked past Lingxiang from behind, and a stench of corpse instantly hit her face. She hurriedly turned around to look.
I saw the man hunched over, dragging his heavy steps, walking forward step by step, leaving a trail of water on the ground.
water?
Lingxiang was very surprised. After looking carefully, she found that what was flowing from the man's body was actually Yin-Yang Water!
Could it be a zombie?
Lingxiang was horrified. At this moment, a mist gathered beside her and a child-like voice came from it.
"This is the world after a hundred days."
The world after a hundred days...
Lingxiang was unaware of the strangeness around her and was so shocked by these words that she lost her mind. She looked around and felt a dead atmosphere with no life.
"A hundred days later..."
Lingxiang couldn't help but murmur to herself, but the scene before her made her heart feel cold.
"What will happen after a hundred days?"
Lingxiang hurriedly asked the group of mist, at this time, another wave of chaos came, and in an instant, she was back in the small courtyard.
Lingxiang stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, but luckily she reacted in time and stopped stumbling. The scene just now lingered in her mind, and she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a real experience. She just felt very panicked.
A gust of wind blew, and the old locust tree in the yard rustled, as if nothing had happened, and it was like a whisper in the ear, soothing the restless heart.
Lingxiang finally came back to his senses amidst the noise and turned to look at the eternal sky. He was still lying on the bamboo chair, rocking comfortably, fanning himself with a fan, looking very comfortable. On the table beside him, a cloud of mist gathered and changed, like rolling clouds, and soon it penetrated into the teapot.
It turned out to be him.
"What do you mean, Senior?"
Wan Gu Qiong Cang opened one eye and looked at Ling Xiang. He didn't expect that Zhao Wuyang, who usually looked well-behaved, could be so cynical.
"Youdu maintains the reincarnation of life and has long maintained order. If Fengdu were to cease to exist, the human world would be a devastated place."
After a hundred days, Fengdu is no longer...
When she thought of this, Lingxiang couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.
It turns out that what we just saw was not a corpse transforming, but a dead spirit possessing a corpse, which goes against the laws of nature!
What exactly happened after a hundred days?
Why did Fengdu disappear?
Lingxiang was about to ask, but Wan Gu Qiong Cang closed his fan to stop her.
"This is a secret of heaven, so stop here and don't ask any more questions."
As Wan Gu Qiong Cang spoke, he stood up from the bamboo chair, but this time he did not turn into mist. Instead, he raised his legs and walked towards Ling Xiang.
It turns out this old guy can walk!
"Now that you are in this situation, you should follow your heart and do your best and leave the rest to fate."
"It's fate..." Lingxiang snorted coldly and said self-deprecatingly, "The fate that God has given me is to leave my soul like this, yet they want me to do my best. It's really ridiculous."
"When I was trying to persuade the fox, he was so confident. Now that it has fallen on me, I have lost my bones. You cultivators often say that suffering can only exhaust your mind. So what if I have a half-demon body?"
As Wan Gu Qiong Cang spoke, he came to Ling Xiang and blew towards the teacup in his hand. A cloud of mist surged and gathered, and the sound of a struggle could be faintly heard in it.
After a while, the fog finally gathered into a ball, reflecting a different scene -
In a small courtyard, a pear tree bloomed brilliantly, its petals as white as snow, drifting gracefully down. Beneath the tree sat a hammock, where a woman ate a snack, watching with interest as two men in the courtyard fought. The two men fighting bore a striking resemblance to each other.
It turned out to be...
"Long Qi!"
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