"What's going on in this Thousand Mountain Realm? Every few years, someone ascends to become an immortal, and they're incredibly united. They established the Fengxian Palace within a few years. Tsk, who knows what's waiting to happen... Not good!"
The two young generals on Shengxiantai were horrified.
One hurriedly sent a message, and the other hurriedly circulated his energy to maintain the ascension platform.
However, the Ascension Platform was extremely turbulent, and the Stairway to Immortality was shaking violently, as if a powerful cultivator was attacking the boundary wall of the Metaverse from the lower realm.
"What's going on? Isn't he going through the tribulation and ascending to heaven?"
The vitality of the two young generals was almost dried up, and their faces were pale.
Suddenly, there was a heavy clanging sound, and the Immortal Ladder began to gradually collapse. The two men immediately looked despair.
I'm dying, I'm dying,
I thought I had landed a sinecure where I could just eat and wait for death, but I didn't expect to die young!
Bang!
At this moment, a sharp sword flew from the sky and smashed heavily in the direction of the ladder. A tall man with a handsome face and a turban on his head stepped forward.
"Realm Master!"
The two young generals' eyes were filled with tears.
The ladder was stabilized, and a golden beam of light slowly rose, bringing out a man with tear marks on his face and blood all over his body.
He held the red sword, vomiting blood, with death and despair in his eyes.
Having never seen such a strong feeling of despair, the Lord of the Realm was obviously stunned for a moment.
"Are you a cultivator who ascended from the lower realm?" The voice was deep and sincere.
However, the man just stood there in a daze, holding the sword, tears streaming down his face.
"Hey, the Lord of the Realm is talking to you, hello." The young general couldn't help it and quickly reminded him.
The man suddenly raised his head and looked at the Realm Master in mid-air: "If a person dies, how can we find him back?"
The Realm Master raised an eyebrow: "Are you looking for your Taoist partner?"
Liu Yu nodded.
The Realm Master stroked his smooth chin and said, "Generally speaking, when a cultivator dies, he's dead. His soul scatters and he doesn't enter the cycle of reincarnation."
Liu Yu suddenly started shaking all over.
"But..." the Realm Master said again.
Liu Yu immediately raised his head and asked, "But what?"
The Realm Master said, "However, there are exceptions. It is said that some immortals who descended to the mortal realm return to their immortal state after death. I see that you have extraordinary roots and seem to have karma. I think your Taoist partner must have another fate."
An intense light immediately burst out from Liu Yu's eyes.
The Realm Master immediately smiled and said, "Are you interested in becoming my disciple? I see you have a connection."
“No!”
A voice came from far away.
Who dares to refute him? The Realm Master's face suddenly darkened.
"Realm Master, no, no."
A group of people came running from afar. There was a handsome young man, a big man with a stubble on his face, and a Buddha wearing Buddhist beads.
Everyone looked anxious.
When he came in, he didn't bow to the Realm Master, but instead stepped forward to help Liu Yu, who was kneeling on the ground, up: "Fellow Daoist Liu, I have been waiting for you for a long time. You are finally here."
Liu Yu was suddenly confused: "Who are you?"
The ancestor of Shangyuan Sect slapped his thigh and said: "I am Changhe of Shangyuan Sect."
"I am Zheng Tiexin from the Sword Sect."
"I'm Yuan Mo from Medicine King Valley."
…
Everyone was talking at once, and Liu Yu finally realized that they were actually the ancestors of various sects who had ascended to the upper realm before.
Liu Yu was speechless: "What are you guys doing?"
Everyone looked at each other in surprise, "Didn't the fairy tell you? She asked us to build up our power in the upper realm so we could wait for you to ascend."
Liu Yu immediately looked up: "What!"
He murmured, the pain in his heart surged up again, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he fell to his knees on the ground.
Everyone was shocked: "Fellow Daoist Liu!"
Liu Yu held the sword in his arms, closed his eyes, and let the tears slide down. It turned out that she had done so much for him without him knowing.
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