The grass returns to the past
The cold pond was filled with chill.
Jian Zhen was sitting on the shore looking at the people in the pool. When he finished speaking, before he could say anything else, a very low buzzing sound came from the mountains not far away. The sound seemed to come from far away. The light of the red moon fell down in a strange way. For a moment, Jian Zhen, who was on the shore, even felt his legs go weak for a moment and he almost fell into the pool.
Ye Jisheng caught it.
The moment their skin touched, Jian Zhen felt the burning sensation all over Ye Jisheng's body.
The pool splashed water in circles, creating ripples.
The light of the red moon fell on the ground from the window. When the distant tremor sound came again, Jian Zhen felt a familiar headache, just like the night he transformed.
Ye Jisheng whispered, "Wanmie Mountain is restless."
Jian Zhen looked up at him and asked, "Why?"
The ancient sacred mountain Wanmie Mountain has not moved for tens of millions of years. Why is it that it has been frequently agitated in the past one or two years?
Ye Jisheng's eyes were as red as blood gemstones, and his brows were always wrapped in an evil spirit, which made him look extremely dangerous. He said calmly: "Because my heavenly calamity is approaching, Wanmie Mountain has sealed half of my power, which is closely related to me."
Jian Zhen saw the curse mark on Ye Jisheng's neck was so red that it looked like blood. He asked, "How are you?"
Ye Jisheng didn't say anything.
But Jian Zhen saw blood dripping from the corner of his lips, but he didn't care. The bright red blood dripped into the pool like a blooming red lotus. Ye Jisheng was calm, but Jian Zhen in his arms was anxious. He wanted to help Ye Jisheng but couldn't. In his anxiety, an idea flashed and he found that the red light of Ye Jisheng's curse would dim wherever he touched, and it looked less painful.
Jian Zhen thought of the way Ye Jisheng gave her soul.
Maybe it will be useful.
Jian Zhen opened his mouth and called out, "Ye Jisheng."
The Demon Lord looked up, but before he could open his mouth, ripples began to form in the water pool. The person in his arms kissed his lips, the smell of blood melted between them, and Jian Zhen's breath enveloped him.
Jian Zhen's posture could easily make him slip, so Ye Jisheng immediately hugged his waist.
When the kiss ended, Jian Zhen gasped for breath and felt his legs go limp. His eyes were hazy as he looked at Ye Jisheng and said, "The curse on your body seems to have faded a little. Is it really useful? Can I absorb the curse of heaven's punishment? I..."
He hadn't finished speaking yet.
Ye Jisheng picked up the man, and the water from the cold pond rolled down his robe, and Jian Zhen in the pool was also picked up by him. The man put Jian Zhen on the shore. His tall body and dark robe were soaked in coolness, and his red eyes were like the most crystal clear gems, with a fiery madness, but also revealing extremely calm rationality.
"Stay here." He said, "I don't need you to absorb it."
After Ye Jisheng finished speaking, he turned around. Behind the cold pond was the cave where he was in seclusion. With every step he took, water left clear traces on the ground, accompanied by spots of bright red blood.
Jian Zhen's legs felt inexplicably weak. The restless energy of Wanmie Mountain seemed to have a great impact on him. He felt a severe headache, but Ye Jisheng did not know what method he used to make his headache go away. However, he still had no strength in his body. He could only watch his back with his own eyes as he saw that he was about to enter the closed-door sealing formation.
"Ye Jisheng."
The red moonlight outside was chilly, and the man beside the cold pond sat up weakly, looking disheveled.
Jian Zhen: "You have to live well."
Ye Jisheng paused, then walked into the formation without looking back.
When his figure disappeared, Jian Zhen lay on the ground as if all her strength had been drained away, her heart pounding wildly, and her fingertips still seemed to retain the burning pain.
In just a short while, he already felt great pain. And how much had Ye Jisheng endured?
God's punishment...
Disaster...
Jian Zhen's dark eyes looked at the red moon outside. What happened back then? Why was Ye Jisheng's power sealed with half of his strength? And why was he branded with a curse?
The eerie red moon hung in the sky, silent and unanswered.
Jian Zhen slowly stood up from where he was, walked out of the cold pond, and walked down the stairs. His steps were slow but firm.
When I reached the platform at the bottom, I saw the person who had been waiting there.
The high priest bowed his head and said, "Your Excellency."
Jian Zhen said: "Master Priest, did you guess that I wanted to find you?"
The high priest's white hair blew gently in the evening breeze. He said with emotion: "I can't guess, but I think that as long as I wait here, no matter if it's you or Your Majesty, there will always be someone who wants to see me."
Jian Zhen said: "He is in seclusion."
The high priest replied: "Mt. Wanmie suddenly became restless, and all three realms were affected. Your Excellency was originally the Devil God of Heaven and Earth, so he was naturally deeply affected. The heavenly calamity is approaching, and he has been seriously injured. I am afraid..."
Jian Zhen asked: "Do you have any way to save him?"
The high priest said, "My Lord, I'm afraid His Majesty only wants you and the little prince to be safe, and doesn't want you to take any more risks."
Jian Zhen's face was calm, and he said gently: "He has protected me a lot. He has been on the windowsill of the Demon Palace since I became conscious. He has protected me from wind and rain. After I transformed, no matter what difficulties and dangers I encountered, he would walk in front of me. He has done enough for me. Now it's my turn to protect him."
The high priest said, "My Lord, the heavenly tribulation and the way of heaven are destiny. From ancient times to the present, anyone who wants to defy heaven and change his fate has to pay a huge price. Have you thought about it?"
Jane really said: "If I don't do anything, he will definitely die, right?"
The high priest remained silent.
Jian Zhen said softly: "Master Priest, can I ask you to do me a favor?"
The high priest said, "Please speak, my lord."
"No matter what happens in the future, please try to make sure I can live another ten years." Jian Zhen said, "My child hasn't grown up yet. I can't abandon him."
For the demons and even the three realms.
Millions of years are just like flowing water, passing in the blink of an eye.
A mere ten years is just a drop in the ocean in the long river of time. It is an extremely insignificant thing, but this is true for others, but it is very important to Jian Zhen.
The high priest was silent for a moment, then bowed and said, "I will do it even if it costs my life."
Jian Zhen was relieved. He said, "Then please tell me how to save him."
The evening breeze blew.
The high priest looked at Jian Zhen's clear eyes, and for a moment, he felt that this person was not as naive as he usually appeared. He never showed off, perhaps not because he could not see through things, but because he was too clear-headed, so he was unwilling to care about those things. However, when it came to major issues, this person was exceptionally smart.
I don’t know.
These two points of intelligence are either a blessing or a pain for the Demon Lord.
The high priest lowered his eyes and said, "Please follow me, Lord."
The two walked up the long steps and finally came to the temple of the high priest in the back hall. Dark-patterned floor tiles were laid all over the hall. A cool breeze blew in through the hall. In the center of the hall stood a square stove with intricate patterns engraved on it, as if it were an ancient sacrificial pattern, giving it a mysterious yet majestic feel.
Jane really said: "What is this?"
The high priest explained: "This is the Recollection Furnace that our demon clan has passed down from ancient times. This furnace can communicate with spirits and souls. It is the only thing in this world, besides the Time Mirror, that can break the cycle of time."
Jian really grasped the point. He asked, "Time?"
The high priest nodded and said, "Time."
Jian Zhen's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Can this furnace allow people to travel through time?"
The high priest smiled and said, "Yes, but for tens of millions of years, no one has been able to start this furnace. Once it is started, the furnace will be bound to your soul. This is a very dangerous thing. If you were injured or died in the past, your soul would also be injured. If you died in the past..."
Jian Zhen said: "Then I will die too, right?"
The high priest nodded.
Any attempt to change one's fate will incur a huge price and carry serious consequences.
Jane Zhen said, "What do you want me to do in the past?"
The high priest walked to the side and opened a scroll. Under the reflection of the red moon, the scroll rose into the air and slowly opened. On it was the historical record of the demon clan over the years.
“My Lord, look.” The high priest said, “Tens of millions of years ago, when the Demon God passed the God Transformation Stage, he was in his prime. However, he was framed by the Immortals at that time and went to Wanmie Mountain alone. That’s when he fell into the conspiracy of the two tribes and half of his power was sealed. As long as you can find a way to stop the Demon God from being framed by their conspiracy and prevent him from going to Wanmie Mountain…”
Jian Zhen said: "Then half of his power wouldn't be sealed, and he wouldn't die."
The high priest bowed and said, "That's right."
Jian Zhen thought of a long time ago when Ye Jisheng once said that he had lost all his memories before becoming a god. He also remembered that when talking about his past memories, Ye Jisheng once said that he lost both his parents when he was young and was sold as a slave.
All of this happened ten million years ago.
If he could go back in time...
If he could just stop this...
Jian Zhen said: "Master Priest, if I enter the furnace, how long will I stay there? If it takes one or two years..."
The high priest said quickly, "Your Excellency, rest assured. The time in the furnace flows at a different speed than real time. Even if you stay in the past for a hundred years, only a quarter of an hour will have passed in the outside world."
Jian Zhen was relieved at this point. He said, "What if I fail..."
The high priest said solemnly: "I will sacrifice my entire life to the furnace. No matter what, I will forcibly send you back and save your remaining soul so that it can accompany the little prince to grow up."
The high priest promised to fulfill the ten-year agreement.
Jane Zhen no longer had any worries.
Outside the window, the red moon was in the sky, casting a cool light. He glanced sideways at the tall Demon Realm Mountain not far away. On it, there were his children and Ye Jisheng.
The high priest said, "My Lord, entering this furnace is extremely dangerous. Millions of years ago was the most chaotic time in the Three Realms. It also involves cause and effect. Even an old minister cannot easily intervene to help you. Have you really thought it through?"
Jian Zhen looked back at him and said softly, "But there is a chance of success, right?"
If successful, Ye Jisheng will survive.
"You all say that changing one's fate requires a huge price, but who determines one's fate?" Jian Zhen said gently, "You always talk about cause and effect. Ye Jisheng lost his parents when he was born. He was just a child at that time. What did he do wrong to have to endure this? Some people are born to get whatever they want, while others have to use up all their strength just to survive."
"If this is fate, if this is the way of heaven, you can accept it, but I won't." Jian Zhen said: "Ye Jisheng said before that he was a god, and people in the world can pray to God when they want to be saved, but he can't."
No one will save him, so he doesn't believe in God, fate, or the way of heaven. He is sensitive and suspicious, lonely and indifferent.
Jian Zhen stood in front of the stove, with the moonlight falling all over the ground behind him. He smiled gently, his eyes clear and bright, as if all the shadows and darkness could not leave any trace on him.
"Then let me do it."
The smoke from the stove is light.
It seems like a lifetime ago.
I lost consciousness in the light smoke, as if my whole body was soaked in warm water, taking a long and soft journey.
Jane Zhen suddenly opened her eyes.
The morning light suddenly leaked in, shining through the curtains of the bed. His heart was beating violently as he looked at the unfamiliar green curtains, still recovering from the feeling of weightlessness as his soul left his body in the stove.
Until a sound was heard outside.
"Master, are you awake? Do you still need to go up the mountain today?"
Jian Zhen slowly sat up. She was still a little dazed when she heard the call from outside, so she could only say, "Wake up."
The person outside pushed the door open.
The servant in cloth shirt said, "Master, you finally woke up. A few days ago, a message came from the mountain, saying that we should start to go up the mountain. This is a blessing that ordinary people can't achieve in eight lifetimes!"
Jian Zhen looked at the unfamiliar servant in a daze. While washing up, he looked at the blurry face in the bronze mirror and couldn't see clearly. He couldn't even figure out which time ten million years ago he had returned to.
The servant helped him put on his clothes and said, "That's all right. Let's get ready and go up the mountain. The master will definitely like you. Maybe he will accept you as his disciple!"
Jian Zhen grasped the key words and asked, "Master?"
The servant nodded and said, "Yes, it's Grandmaster. Master, are you confused because of the fever? You even forgot about this matter. The master and the mistress died to subdue the demons. Lingshan invited you to participate in the disciple selection meeting this time. You don't need to go through the disciple trial, and you can directly enter the final selection. This year, the Immortal Venerable will also select disciples. You are so lucky."
Lingshan.
Immortal.
Jian Zhen quickly asked, "Who is the Immortal Lord of Lingshan now?"
The servant looked as if he was asking a question like that, and he replied, "The Immortal Lord of Lingshan is of course the only god in the Three Realms today, Lord Xianyang!"
Jane Zhen's mind suddenly buzzed and went blank for a moment.
He really came to tens of millions of years ago, and even the current immortal master of the Three Realms was no longer the Immortal Lord Wangyou. This was completely no longer the Three Realms he was familiar with.
Jian Zhen asked hesitantly: "Then, the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan..."
The servant smiled and said, "Master, what are you talking about? Aren't the demons a low-level race in the Three Realms and slaves of our immortal race? How could they have a demon lord?"
Jian Zhen's hands at her side suddenly tightened.
He read the history of the demon clan from the high priest. There were very few records about Ye Jisheng. The only thing that was available was his life experience and that he had been sold as a slave. There was no other clue.
In the vast three realms, where should he go to find him?
Seeing that he didn't speak, the servant got a little nervous: "Master, what's wrong with you? Did you really not get well from the fever you had a few days ago, and it has spread to your head?"
Jian Zhen came back to her senses and said softly, "I'm fine."
Since his soul could come to the original owner's body, it seemed that the original owner's soul might have really dissipated due to the high fever, but he did not expect that an outsider like him would take advantage of it.
Xiaocao felt a little complicated.
The servant pulled him and said, "If you have nothing else to do, let's go quickly. Don't miss the final selection!"
Jian Zhen was dragged by the servant and ran outside.
They should be staying in an inn at the foot of Lingshan Mountain. They had to take a crane to go up the mountain. When they arrived at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, he was dazed for a moment when he saw the towering, lush, and majestic Lingshan Mountain with no end in sight. He was used to seeing snow-capped mountains, but at first glance he could not recognize the Lingshan Mountain full of green plants and vitality.
The servant said, "Young Master, don't be amazed. When you become Lingshan's disciple in the future, you will definitely have the opportunity to see him every day. I heard that Lingshan's master is the only god in the world. Even Lingshan's eldest brother is the leader of the ruthless sect in the three realms today. He is a genius who has entered the stage of transformation at a young age!"
Jian Zhen was curious: "Big Brother?"
The servant scratched his head and said, "Yes, but I have never been to Lingshan Mountain and have never seen what the eldest brother looks like."
Jane really had no choice but to give up.
When riding the fairy crane up the mountain, Jian Zhen looked down. There were countless pavilions and towers scattered all over the Lingshan Mountain. The mountains stretched for thousands of miles, and there were countless temples and halls. The scale of these mountains and towers was several times larger than that of tens of millions of years later. It can be seen how glorious and grand the Lingshan Immortal Clan is today.
The only God in the world...
Jian Zhen looked towards the highest palace on the peak of Lingshan Mountain and thought of the man in golden robe whom he had seen in front of the time mirror that day. Could it be that man?
The crane landed at the top.
Countless selected disciples were already waiting in the square. Jian Zhen walked over wearing ordinary clothes. The original owner of this body was only a teenager, very young, and the clothes he wore were also the most ordinary. He was out of tune with the group of disciples from aristocratic families in the square.
Almost standing still.
Someone looked over there.
Someone chuckled and said, "Since he came so late to become a fairy crane, I thought he was some powerful person. How come he is just a person who has just established his foundation?"
"How did you pass the audition?"
"Can such a person enter Lingshan?"
"Boy, how did you get in?"
Not far away, a group of new disciples who had signed up for the group asked with some unfriendly expressions. It was obvious that Jian Zhen, who didn't have any magic weapon and was wearing coarse cloth clothes, had no backing, so there was no need to hesitate to bully him.
Jian Zhen pointed to the back and said calmly, "He came in on a crane."
It was quiet all around.
I don’t know who started laughing, but the other disciples followed suit.
"Where did this stupid boy come from?"
"I guess no peak master will choose him."
"Go back quickly."
Was just saying that.
A stream of spiritual energy with wind power came from not far away, and with just a simple move, all the disciples were forced to retreat a few steps.
Someone shouted from inside, "What are you doing? This is Lingshan, not a theater. How can we tolerate your insolence during the apprenticeship ceremony and Lingshan Farm?!"
After the words fell.
A calm and steady voice sounded, asking, "What's wrong?"
This voice had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but Jian Zhen was a little slow to react.
The visitor said, "Big Brother, you are here. These new disciples were making a fuss just now, so I gave them a few words of reprimand. This is a rare opportunity for the Immortal Venerable to select disciples again, but I didn't expect that all of them are so unstable."
A snow-white figure walked down the steps of the temple.
Just like the cleanest cloud in the sky, it is originally hanging high in the sky, untainted by dust.
When he appeared, all the disciples said with respect and fear: "Greetings, Senior Brother!"
Jian Zhen also saluted in confusion. When he finished saluting, he raised his head with some curiosity and finally saw the face of the person on the stage. His eyes widened and he froze in place for a moment, almost unable to move.
The wind blew through the hall, bringing with it the scent of flowers.
The person standing on the highest step seemed to notice the gaze and looked down.
Jian Zhen wanted to retract his gaze but it was too late. He lowered his head and could hear footsteps approaching slowly. In the warm wind, he heard a cold voice: "Are you a new disciple?"
"Um……"
"What's your name?"
"My name is Jian..." Jian Zhen almost pronounced her own name subconsciously. The word Zhen was already on the tip of her tongue. In an emergency, she could only pronounce a name that sounded similar to Zhen: "Zhu."
“Nice name.”
Jane really felt guilty.
"Are your parents the cultivators who perished together with the demons of the demon race?"
Jane was really somewhat impressed and nodded slightly: "Yes."
"That's it. The Immortal Venerable ordered today that he would calculate that you and I have a master-disciple relationship, so he asked me to take you to Lingshan Mountain and sit under him. You don't have to participate in the apprenticeship ceremony. Just follow me."
Jian Zhen looked up at him in some surprise. She never expected that she would have to worship the Immortal Venerable as her master?
etc.
He went back tens of millions of years ago through the furnace, just to prevent Ye Jisheng from being trapped in the Conferred God Formation. How could he inexplicably become the master's apprentice?
Now not only did he not see Ye Jisheng.
Instead, you want to become the disciple of the Immortal Master?
Seeing him in a daze, the man in the snow-covered clothes in front of him thought he was stunned and scared, so he said: "You don't have to be afraid, I am Lingshan's eldest disciple Fu Changhuan, and I will be your senior brother in the future."
Jian Zhen's eyes trembled slightly, and she stood still as if struck by lightning.
Looking at the young boy in front of him, with a somewhat cold expression on his face and no trace of smile on his face, he could not be identified with the gentle and indifferent immortal in later generations.
As far as I remember, didn’t the Immortal Lord have a junior brother? Where was that junior brother? How, how did he become him?
Jane really remembered that the high priest had said that everything he did in the furnace was real and would affect the real world. So if that was the case, could it be that...
The Immortal Lord’s junior brother had actually died of a fever before he entered Lingshan?
Then, who was the person who later joined Lingshan?
Could it be that...
Was it him from the beginning?!
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