Even a desolate, uninhabited Gobi Desert can feel familiar to those who have been away for a long time.
A handsome and dangerous man stood barefoot in the middle of a desert, a habitual smile playing on his lips, his deep black eyes filled with a cruel, bloodthirsty aura.
His clothes were so tattered that they were unrecognizable, barely covering his vital parts. His exposed bronze body was strong and powerful, tall, slender, and agile, like an elegant cheetah.
There were even black bloodstains on his body, and it was unclear whose they were.
This is his world.
So what if he fell into hell? In the end, he still came back.
The man had just lifted his foot to leave when he suddenly stopped. He bent down and looked at a small flower that had just sprouted from the ground and was struggling to bloom.
In this environment, even a small flower looks dull and wilted.
This is truly his world.
No flowers bloom in hell.
The man straightened up, laughed loudly, and walked out.
That little flower was mercilessly crushed underfoot, its petals flying everywhere, its newly blossomed beauty incredibly fragile.
Imperial Preceptor, Imperial Preceptor, where are you now? Are you still in this world?
I came back from hell, but it was for you.
If you are not here, then this world is nothing more than another hell that needs to be destroyed.
...
In the Tianshan Mountains, Xiyuan, who was meditating, was suddenly awakened by a strong palpitation.
She opened her eyes, stared blankly into the distance, and after a moment, got up and left the room.
Outside the room, Wu Ai and Su Ji sat on opposite sides of the chessboard, engrossed in a game of chess. Wu Ai's white pieces had been forced into a corner.
The old monk passed away peacefully, with nowhere to go, so Xiyuan took him in. More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The Buddha Wu Ai is a master of profound Buddhist teachings and esoteric arts, and he enjoys longevity and eternal youth. He still looks young and shows no signs of aging.
Su Ji, who was opposite him, appeared even more refined and scholarly.
The two face each other, like a pair of immortals.
"Pack up, we're going down the mountain," Xi Yuan said casually.
Suji smiled and respectfully agreed, while Wu'ai raised his head, his peaceful and pure eyes looking at her calmly.
Qinglian was quick and efficient. These people weren't ordinary mortals, so they didn't need to bring too much stuff, and she finished packing in no time.
"No, this is none of your business. You don't need to come along."
As he was leaving Xiyuan, he saw Wu'ai following him and said this.
Wu Ai clasped his hands together, lowered his brows and lowered his eyes, and said gently, "This disciple wishes to go forward according to the path in my heart."
Xi Yuan looked at him for a long time, then flicked her sleeve and said, "Whatever you say."
...
Many people are unaware of what has happened; the world has changed dramatically in an instant.
Just like that, the emperor died, and Emperor Cangren, who should have been dead a hundred years ago, actually returned. Many people didn't want to believe that the man who called himself Canglang was Emperor Cangren, but he was.
It is said that Emperor Cangren did indeed die back then, but now he has crawled back from hell, all for the sake of the Imperial Advisor.
It is said that Emperor Cangren is completely different from the rumors; he is clearly a tyrant.
It is said that he forced people to build the Prayer Terrace, intending to summon the Imperial Preceptor himself from the terrace.
I heard that someone only said one sentence: "A hundred years have passed, the Imperial Advisor has long since passed away," and then his bones were crushed and scattered to the winds, with even the bone fragments thrown to wild dogs.
I've heard that the capital has become a dead zone.
Countless refugees fled in panic, but where could they escape to?
A black mist, like that of demons, emanated continuously from the palace. One by one, semi-transparent cavalrymen, who were not human, stepped out of the mist, killing and eating any living people they saw. The dead staggered to their feet and bared their fangs and claws as they pounced on the living.
On the throne, Cang Lang covered his face and laughed maniacally, screaming and calling out for the person he wanted.
Imperial Advisor.
teacher.
West Garden.
Why aren't you here? Are you really not here?
Is the Emperor unbearable for you?
Cang Lang, who was unfortunately captured and sent to hell, had heard an interesting rumor about dragons. He was personally raised by Xi Yuan and had naturally seen the appearance of the Xi Yuan dragon's horns and tail, and knew that it was a dragon.
It is said that the Dragon City has an instinct to protect everything it sees. If it wants to force out the West Garden, then it only needs to destroy this world, and the West Garden will appear.
"Kill! Get out! What are you all standing here for?! Get out! Kill them all!"
"Kill every living thing imaginable! Leave not a single blade of grass alive!"
Suddenly enraged, Cang Lang rose from the throne, his expression violent and dangerous, a thick layer of bloody aura emanating from his black imperial robes.
Standing on either side, the dazed and foolish spirits were also driven away. Under gusts of cold wind, fierce ghosts and evil spirits from hell silently spread outward from the capital.
From high above, the earth appears as if it has been polluted, starting from a single point and gradually spreading outwards.
Fate is truly difficult to explain.
There are actually very few opportunities to change one's fate.
Cang Lang was destined to suffer this calamity. Whether he encountered the Imperial Preceptor Xi Yuan or not, he would be abducted to hell.
Because of his unique physique, he was a rare being who could perfectly possess the bodies of demons from hell.
Cang Lang did not die, and his will was not extinguished, but his soul was impacted by too many demonic spirits, and he was inevitably assimilated.
Canglang's will still desires to return to the human world, but his nature has become as cruel as a demon.
This is a great calamity for humanity.
It was also an unnamed old man who had glimpsed a corner of heavenly secrets and asked Xiyuan to intervene and save him from the calamity.
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