Extra: Wenfu in the previous life: After all, he was not a blessed person

Wenfu has always felt that he is just a bonus in the Supreme Sect, or even to put it bluntly, he is a person who is repaying favors.

Relying on the vast amount of spirit stones in his family, he managed to get into the number one sect in Zhongzhou, where others could not get in no matter how hard they tried.

What people talked about most was that the Supreme Sect was a sect full of geniuses. Later on, it became a sect where only geniuses could enter.

The Supreme Sect has become a place that is out of reach for all cultivators. Even if a cultivator in the sect dies young, people will sigh that his talent is envied by heaven. Even the youngest cultivator must have left a mark in the Dongming Realm before his death.

Before Wenfu entered the Supreme Sect, he knew that the people in the Supreme Sect were born to be the best.

Even though he behaves in an absurd way and often loses money, this swordsman who was sponsored by his father at the auction was once the best swordsman in the world.

Therefore, when he learned that he could enter the Supreme Sect, it only took a few days for him to go from being delighted at first to feeling terrified and unworthy.

On the first day Wenfu joined the sect, he met his master. At that time, Lintuan was focusing on training the next leader. When they arrived at the sect gate, the sword cultivator who had boasted in front of Wenfu's father suddenly hesitated. He paced back and forth, rubbing his hands, and finally, holding his sword, he stopped Wenfu.

Wenfu's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the senior had changed his mind at the last minute, but then he heard the sword master talking about how busy the sect leader was nowadays, and that he must be careful with his words and actions when he meets him, and not cause trouble for the sect leader, lest... lest he be swept out with his sword.

Later, Wenfu realized that the senior was not talking about him being kicked out of the house, but that the senior himself was kicked out of the house.

When he met the sect leader who agreed to accept him as a disciple, Wen Fu's repeated assumptions about the people in the sect were all in vain.

Lin Tuan did not look tired or busy at all. She wore the simplest Taoist bun, and only the lotus crown on her head revealed her identity as the sect leader. She was also very kind to him, personally checked his qualifications, gave him a suitable method of cultivation, patiently asked about his strengths and preferences, and arranged for him to meet the senior brothers in the sect.

Unfortunately, Lin Tuan did not call his senior brother. Instead, a tall female cultivator came. She was full of energy and her every move was like the sect leader, but more aggressive than the sect leader. Her clothes were dazzling and she looked more powerful than the sect leader.

Wenfu had done his homework before leaving, and guessed in his heart that this person was probably the legendary senior sister of Feng Dynasty.

Lin Tuan was a little surprised, "Where is your second apprentice brother?"

"I'm still drunk, so I'm here." Feng Chao smiled, "Uncle Master, you know that Cangli is not willing to take care of children anymore."

Lin Tuan shook his head, "You can talk about him later."

Feng Chao was still smiling, his mood seemed unchanged, "He's already a hundred years old, he knows everything, he just doesn't want to do anything, if you push him any further, I'm afraid he won't even light the stove."

Wen Fu looked at it and thought that this sect was a bit strange.

The strange thing is that the two people I met were quite different from what I expected.

Feng Chao is a cultivator of Dharma and is seldom seen in external competitions. Apart from being listed on the Qingyun Ranking and the Chongxiao Ranking, there are few reports of his deeds. People thought he was a hermit devoted to cultivating the Dao, but unexpectedly he looks neat and brilliant, and does not seem to be ignorant of worldly affairs or a person who does not seek to compete with the world.

"This must be our new junior fellow apprentice, right? I'll take him away first?" Feng Chao said as he looked at Wen Fu, with such natural friendliness that Wen Fu felt a little dazed.

As soon as they turned around, they saw a figure standing at the door.

The man was facing the backlight, so his face could not be seen clearly. All I could feel was that he was tall, blocking a large swath of sunlight that shone into the door. There was an inexplicable sense of oppression about him, heavy, like a piece of cold, hard iron.

Wenfu quickly went over the details in his mind and guessed that this was his other senior brother.

He was born into a merchant family. People said that the Wen family had sharp eyes and kind hearts. They had never made a mistake in judging goods and had never saved the wrong person.

This senior brother was said to be number one on the Qingyun Ranking, and was rumored to be the most proud disciple of the master, who was personally taught and brought up. He seemed to be a taciturn and reserved person, but today, it was clear that he was not taciturn, but had a murderous aura that kept strangers away, like a wolf waiting in the dark to hunt.

Wen Fumin noticed that this person's bad mood and ill intentions were all caused by him, and then he realized that a number one genius would naturally look down on him for relying on money to enter the sect and even worshipping under the same great master.

Outside, geniuses are independent of others and are different from others. But in the Supreme Sect, he is the only one who is different.

He could only smile and show this senior brother an expression that was as non-flattering as possible. Unfortunately, he was raised fat by his family and fed with countless rare and precious nutrients since he was a child. He looked more like a gangster than a warrior, and his smile always looked like a bowl of greasy fat.

"Wenfu has met Senior Brother Houcang."

Hou Cang just glanced at him indifferently without speaking to him. Instead, he walked past him and walked into the house familiarly. "Master, do you want to teach him in person? You should be busy with the integration and sealing of the inner treasury recently. Uncle Master has caused trouble for you. What are you doing..."

"Hou Cang." Lin Tuan interrupted him, "He and I have a master-disciple relationship. It is destiny. The child is very good, smart and polite. You two should get along well, learn from each other, and help each other."

Then he frowned, as if somewhat dissatisfied, and finally looked back under Lintuan's calm yet stern gaze, and met Wenfu's eyes.

At that moment, Wen Fu saw Hou Cang's face clearly. It was a face that everyone in the world would look at twice when passing by, but there was a look of contempt in his eyes, as if he wanted to step on the person underfoot, or... make him disappear completely.

That's probably how a person standing on the top of a mountain looks down at the people who are just starting to climb the mountain.

Wen Fu suddenly felt a surge of blood rushing to his scalp, the hot blood was surging and he almost sweated. Then in an instant the blood flowed down his neck and spine, making his back feel as cold as needles.

Later he realized that it was a deliberate, harmless sword gust, not sharp, just a warning from his senior brother.

The sword wind did not wipe away any of his sharpness, but it scraped off the harmless layer of his skin that tried to be comprehensive, moderate and not make mistakes, and gave him a firm idea.

One day, he will stand on the top of the mountain, watching the world's red dust pile up with cold eyes, and controlling people in a moment of thought.

He wanted ultimate strength.

As for strength, if one does not have talent, it is not necessarily impossible to make up for it with other things.

For example, his parents were not very talented. From the time his mother prepared for pregnancy to after he was born, they carefully supplemented him with many spiritual medicines, and finally gave Wen Fusheng a sufficient spiritual root. It was not as good as a full-value natural spiritual root, but it was infinitely close.

The Wen family also paid a high price for the elixir for cleansing spiritual roots, which washed away his conflicting spiritual roots and retained his best spiritual root. If he did not join the Supreme Sect, the nearby sects could probably directly adopt him as a direct disciple.

As long as he has money and can find those secret manuals, there will always be a way for him to surpass the so-called number one genius.

Human power has never been able to overcome heaven.

Wenfu's days in the Supreme Sect were not difficult, except that Hou Cang disliked him. After his attempts to get close to her were fruitless, he stopped obsessing and instead focused on cultivation.

Lintuan was indeed busy, and Cangli had a good temper and smiled at him, but he was unwilling to take care of the child. Only Fengchao would teach him carefully and take him to familiarize himself with the entire Wushang Sect.

Wenfu felt that the Supreme Sect was quite good, but it had nothing to do with the semi-immortal status rumored by the outside world. They sowed seeds in spring, harvested in autumn, and even repaired their own houses.

When he wrote a letter to his father, his father said that the No. 1 sect always has its reasons. The family spent a lot of money to send him in, so he will definitely be the first to succeed. He must study hard so that he can support the family in the future.

Wenfu read the letter from home and never sent a letter again.

Yes, his parents spent a lot of money to send him here, and he is destined to repay his parents.

With the burden of worldly filial piety and the influence of outside public opinion, Wenfu felt as if there were two iron weights stuffed in his heart. He did not lose weight, but became more solid.

Later, whenever he saw him in the main hall of Lintuan, his attitude was even more vicious. He asked him why he hadn't lost any weight if he practiced hard every day. Every time, Lintuan punished him to kneel and recite scriptures, but this senior brother never showed any restraint.

Only Feng Chao smiled and gave him more rice and vegetables every day, saying that Wenfu was the blessing that came from the Supreme Sect and he should not be allowed to become hungry and thin.

Wenfu also smiled and patted his chest and swore, "Of course, my name is Wenfu, which means blessing, and I happen to be the eighth child. I will definitely make the Supreme Sect prosperous, so that the second and third senior brothers won't have to be busy every day to repair the things in the sect. By then, the sect will no longer be living in a tight situation."

Feng Chao just smiled when he heard that and gave him another chicken leg.

Most of the people in the sect were busy, except for the eldest senior sister who was teaching him, and the seventh senior sister who was closest to him in age, who was in charge of the ceremony.

Feng Yi and Wenfu are about the same age, but she is mature beyond her years and has a dignified demeanor. She can't stand Wenfu being squeezed in from the back, so she often grabs his collar and tells him to hold his head up and chest out and not to be timid.

When the second senior brother Cangli saw that he was in a bad mood, he would use the excuse that practicing the piano was not elegant because no one was listening, and would take him to listen to him practicing every now and then.

Later, Wenfu learned that each piece of music that Lexiu practiced had different therapeutic effects, and the pieces that Cangli often played for him were those that soothed the liver and relieved depression.

But by the time he realized it, he had already faked his death and escaped for a long time.

At that time, he was in the desert, listening to decadent music and watching the chaos in the room, and he felt extremely bored.

The evil cultivator talked about the music cultivators among the righteous cultivators, and talked about the once famous music cultivator Cangli. Didn't he also once perform in red-light districts and have singing girls sing for him? Why are the righteous cultivators regarded as talented and romantic men, while the evil cultivators are regarded as the lewd and evil people?

Wenfu suddenly remembered that Cangli always returned from the wine shop drunk with his spiritual energy dissipated.

The senior sister once said that Cangli was powerless to change the established order of this world. He lived a carefree life and did not dare to follow the crowd. However, he would still leave a song of healing and salvation in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the room.

The order needs to be revised, and the pinnacle of the world should be reached by human effort rather than talent.

Wen Fu thought so, looked up at the room full of evil cultivators in front of him, stood up tiredly, the evil cultivators were still laughing, the next moment, a strange force poured out, clearing up the chaotic scene.

The smell of wine and warm fragrance had not yet dissipated in the hall when a wailing sound was heard outside the door.

The injured evil cultivator rolled on the ground and sucked up the cauldron in his arms clean, and his wounds healed quickly.

The smell of blood drifted into the hall with the wind. Wenfu stood in the hall in a daze, listening to the questions of the two evil spirits from the Lanju Realm behind him. He shook his head, turned around and walked into the inner room.

This banquet was a complete mess.

The evil cultivators in Fanqian City knew from then on that the city lord was so moody.

At that time, Wen Fu still wanted to make use of all the evil cultivators in the city, but from that day on, he lost his patience.

After all, it is different.

He was good at unorthodox techniques and had read countless strange books in the library of the Supreme Sect. He had traveled to secret realms countless times, but what he was looking for was not the inheritance of orthodox swordsmanship or martial arts.

Under Feng Chao's instruction, he originally practiced Dharma, but was more adept at unorthodox practices. Even when he saw Lin Tuan, he never said a bad word, but only reminded him to keep the precepts and the heart of the Tao.

The right path is different from the evil path, and the Supreme Sect is different from the right path.

People in the Supreme Sect are also different.

That night, he recalled many things from the past.

For example, the most amazing genius junior master in history.

Yan Ye was the last disciple of the previous generation. He was a genius in formation who, in order to prove his truth, had broken through the top defense formations of twenty-seven sects and families. He was a genius in formation who held up his own defense formation diagram and asked for a price. He was a blind man, a half-time swordsman, but still won the first place. This was a legendary figure.

He was even younger than his senior sisters and brothers, and he also entered a divine tomb with them.

In that tomb, Wenfu found many ancient secrets that had been covered in dust, but Yanye, when he opened the coffin, obtained the inheritance from the tomb of the gods.

While Yan Ye was accepting the inheritance and the others were protecting the Dharma, Wen Fu was searching for a strange magical instrument and found the mirror in a corner.

What he saw was the Qiongtian Mirror.

In the mirror, he saw scenes of the fall of gods in ancient times.

It turns out that the so-called ancient gods, the original gods, were nothing more than containers of the rules of heaven. After successfully cultivating the rules of heaven, they had to devote themselves to the heaven, and there would be no such gods in the world anymore.

Even if there are gods again, they will no longer be the same gods as before.

He saw the ancient gods return to the world's rules and reshape the three thousand worlds, and saw the ancient gods disappear one by one, some turned into their original forms, some like silent trees, and some like a handful of yellow earth.

After the catastrophe, creatures started living again and did not forget the ancient gods, but the ancient gods no longer existed.

It turns out that the gods who are revered and created countless gods are nothing more than puppets bound and driven by rules.

Wenfu's ambition was fueled by reluctance.

When he was looking intently, he found that there was an extremely tall shadow in front of him.

He had white hair and black clothes, and had a pair of eyes that were completely lifeless, like a blind man. He was half a head taller than the mirror, and his eyes just met his. His grey eyes were white, and no expression could be seen, revealing a lifeless look.

This person was born blind and has no visual perception function at all. He heard from the taciturn fifth senior brother that Uncle Yanye did not have an eye disease, but was born disabled and lacked vision. Jiang Liang has not been able to think of any solution to this problem so far.

But Yan Ye is no different from ordinary people in his daily life. He doesn't even have the deep-rooted habit of blind people to use their ears to identify the source of sound. As long as he doesn't look directly into the other person's eyes, he will subconsciously feel that the other person is "looking" at him.

What allowed him to do this was not only a strong willpower, but also an equally strong and almost tireless consciousness.

Before Wenfu could come to his senses, he noticed that the mirror began to slowly change.

Afterwards, Wen Fu heard a low laugh from the opposite side, and then a cold light split the scene in front of him. Another huge force threw him directly to the other side, avoiding the terrifying and cold sword energy.

After the tight and urgent suffocation, there was a sound of breaking. Wen Fu turned around and saw Feng Chao who breathed a sigh of relief, and Feng Yi who silently took back the talisman-sticking hand.

The mirror fell to the ground and broke into two pieces, and Wenfu could clearly see the words slowly disappearing.

Eight Contemplations.

Strange... On that side, he clearly saw the word Qiong Tian, ​​so why did it become Ba Guan on the other side?

Why did Yan Ye suddenly cut off the mirror?

That is clearly an innate spiritual treasure.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Feng Yi asked.

Yan Ye put away his sword expressionlessly and lowered his eyes, "Nothing."

He kept silent, but when Wen Fu later checked the fish-eye magic weapon he was wearing, he caught the moment when Yan Ye's sword mirror was not broken and was forced to a flat surface.

The scene on the mirror was just like the ancient catastrophe he had seen, with the gods falling and the order returning to heaven, but it was different because some of the dead had extremely familiar faces.

For example, Lintuan, Fengchao, Houcang, Fengyi...

What is different is the people, but what is the same is the scene of falling like a sacrifice to heaven.

So, what he saw were the ancient events in the past, while Yan Ye, who inherited the true God's teachings, saw the destiny of the future?

No wonder the words "Eight Views" are written on his mirror.

The technique of the Eight Observations is to know people, observe their actions, judge their hearts, and predict their fate.

It turns out... hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and geniuses are still the containers of the way of heaven.

Why should we choose people based on rules? People cannot control the rules.

Even the most powerful ones can only work hard to comprehend the rules of heaven, as if waiting for the mercy of the rules of heaven. But people cannot take the initiative to use and control the rules and are subject to those constraints. Is this really fair?

Since the catastrophe is about to come, he must be the first person in the creation of the world to fight against the laws of nature, use the laws of nature, and save himself from the catastrophe.

When Heaven is in decline, it is not those useful people who work hard for the world who should die, but those useless and easily forgettable burdens.

Soon, he really encountered that opportunity.

When Wenfu was studying the ancient magic weapon that could conceal the body found in the tomb of the gods in the sect, he accidentally heard the conversation between Lintuan and the Buddhist disciple. From them, he learned that the country of Posha actually had a secret technique to change people and could implant dragon pills in people.

So can he also use that secret technique to improve his own strength?

So he went to the old site of Posa Kingdom, and found the fragment of Heaven's Path trapped in the Heaven-Repairing Stone in the deserted building.

He once tried to find a way to refine himself and make himself the master of the world, but found that he could not control it. However, the good thing was that this fragment of the Heavenly Dao could indeed clearly sense the location of the spiritual creatures of heaven and earth, allowing him to find secret places in remote places time and time again, and send a lot of natural treasures to the sect and family.

It was a pity that he was one step behind when entering the new secret realm he discovered. The resentment that had been sealed for a long time formed a ghost domain, and he was unable to get out for a while. He was dragged into the evil willow and lost his body.

What a pity, Wenfu thought.

His body was the result of his parents' spiritual roots using vast amounts of spiritual stones, and he could have been well cultivated. Although he did not make it onto the Qingyun Ranking, it was not that bad. At least compared to ordinary people, he still had a top-notch body.

I originally thought that after I grow up, I will find a suitable and powerful monster to complete my own golden body.

But he really didn't want to die like this.

His ambition and strong desire would not allow him to fail like this.

Perhaps it was the strong desire to survive, or perhaps it was his excessive unwillingness to give up, that not only did Wen Fu not get eaten by the evil spirits, but he instead went along with the scramble and surge of countless ghosts, like a fish migrating in season. In the cold, slippery and crowded surge, he hid behind the strongest ghost, and at the moment before the surge stopped biting and deflated, he followed closely and bit the evil spirit in the front.

In his haste, he only had time to tear off a little remnant, along with the ghost he was holding tightly, in order to leave a little warning and admonition for future generations.

When Wenfu came to his senses, he saw that his body was becoming thin and emaciated at an odd speed, and then became literally skin and bones.

But when he raised his hand to melt the water mirror, he found another identical self.

But it was different. The other ghost in the body twisted its face in anger and there was a crackling sound in his ears. He picked up his storage ring with his empty right hand and began to be thankful that because of his insufficient cultivation, he used magic weapons to arm his soul, so the opponent could not do anything to him, and the unconventional skills he learned were enough to allow him to control half of his body.

Half is enough, at least he has the initiative.

"It's just a body with only one spiritual root that was accumulated by natural resources and treasures. No matter how hard you practice, your talent will not be recognized by the way of heaven. What's there for you to cherish?" Another ghost in the body mocked, "Such a man-made talent cannot ascend to heaven. Different paths lead to the same destination. I advise you to reincarnate yourself after you get out."

Wen Fu originally thought he would be angry, but when he actually heard it, there was only endless calmness. He twisted his body and bent over, picking up his storage ring and storage bag.

Perhaps his spirit was not strong enough, but the ingenious secret techniques he had learned and the ingenuity he had accumulated over the years enabled him to quickly find his way out in the face of such a devastating blow.

When his fate turns into a destructive dead end, he will decisively break away from everything created by his parents and reshape himself into a top character of his own "self-creation".

As long as one can reach that peak, it doesn't matter what means, what price, what identity and body one uses.

When leaving the secret realm, Wen Fu used his usual magic weapon to change his appearance, blended into the crowd, and glanced at the monks outside from a distance.

He clearly saw that there was a person standing in the air, like a golden phoenix in the sky, dazzling, and his eyes were fixed on the crowd, as if looking for someone.

It was Feng Chao, the senior sister who was waiting to pick him and Feng Yi up. She was the last person he saw when he decided to leave the Supreme Sect.

The people of the Supreme Sect taught him many things, but at the same time they also restrained the ambitions in his heart.

Human relationships are as thin as paper; the world’s affairs are like a new chess game in each one.

He cannot cultivate purity and freedom, nor can he achieve compassion and righteousness.

Instead of using absolute talent and force to become the master of this world, he chose to ride on the laws of nature, use the laws of nature, update the laws of nature, and use them as a tool to reshape the rules of the world.

The way of heaven is in decline, and the established order of this world has become corrupt. The people of the Supreme Sect are patching up things every day, but they are ultimately not enough to change the entire world. In this case, he will change the rules of the entire world himself.

He spent hundreds of years, went to strange places with countless evil practitioners, sought many secret techniques, and restrained himself many times before finally finding a method that was not a complete solution to change his demon willow body and devour the ghost at the same time.

The devil is like a parasite, it can only survive by devouring others, and cannot

When he was really lying in the dark "Eye of Sin", there was only one thought left in his mind.

If he can get through it, if he can get through it, he will be able to reach the top.

The most powerful power of the evil spirit lies in devouring, devouring others and turning them into its own.

To him, the evil demon that others see as capable of doing all kinds of evil is nothing more than a species.

The evil demon's weakness lies in the demon fetus, but the root cause also lies in the demon fetus. As long as the demon fetus is not destroyed, the evil demon will not die.

He once met a man who was obsessed with witch doctors. Most of the man's organs were replaced with those of monsters. So, how big is the difference between demons, monsters and humans?

Transplanting the demon fetus, transforming the power through devouring it, and at the same time successfully devouring the evil spirit in the body that can never be suppressed, is perfect.

The souls of powerful beings in the world were devoured by him, which greatly enhanced his own soul. Moreover, the memories in those souls, including all the insights and techniques of cultivation, would also become his own.

As Wenfu thought about it, he somewhat forgot the pain he felt at that time.

He had forgotten whether it was like being in a furnace or an ice cave. He only remembered the rough corners after each dead end along the way.

He had been planning for a long time, risking everything, preparing a plan, designing to deceive the other ghost, and finally succeeded in transforming one of the bodies into a body with a true demon fetus. He also practiced the method of devouring, completely leveling out everything in the past, cutting off many spirits and turning them into clones, and gaining a new life.

Afterwards, he planned everything, hoping that the gradually declining Dongming Realm could be reborn under his arrangement.

Wen Fu looked out the window at the chaotic situation at night and felt that the lonely mountain was silent.

Later, the city lord became a taboo in Fanqian City. He no longer appeared in public, and gradually no one knew any information about him.

The evil cultivators who had attended the banquet thought that the city lord was moody and that inviting them to the banquet was just a warning to him.

Wenfu devoted himself wholeheartedly to his creative experiments. Nothing can make people feel more at ease than something they have made themselves.

He manipulated the ascension of the new Demon Lord, nurtured the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, and even manipulated many internal affairs, disciple selections, and personnel changes within the sects.

The world of cultivation no longer has the Supreme Sect's Wenfu, but it has gained a pair of invisible hands.

In other words, a few big hands.

His clone became the owner of Fu Sifang, an elder of the demon clan, and many other people.

He personally brought down countless proud men, but saved their lives; he controlled Fu Sifang, obtained countless intelligence, and also fabricated countless lies; he caused the Tantric Buddhist to be rumored to be a demon monk, and saw that there was no place for him in the world; he seduced Hou Cang, causing his obsession to deepen and to abandon his own Taoism, so that even if he achieved perfection in his cultivation, it would be extremely difficult for him to ascend to heaven. There are countless such incidents.

He watched with cold eyes as generations of geniuses rose and fell.

When Lin Du's name appeared on the Qingyun List, he did pay attention to it for a while.

After all, that was someone he could hardly find any way to destroy.

Yan Ye's temperament is unpredictable. Compared to Hou Cang's open hostility towards him, he is indifferent to everyone. Watching him act always gives people a sense of excessive absurdity. The mirror that "views" people's past and predicts their future destiny can also be smashed with a wave of his hand, as if he doesn't care about anything at all.

Such a person actually accepted a disciple, a disciple who was ranked first on the Qingyun List and protected him very strictly.

Before entering the Qingyun List, no news about him was revealed. The only time he went out, he rarely showed up in the secret realm. The spies from Fu Sifang who sneaked into the secret realm made inquiries from many sources but could only come to the conclusion that he was born weak, took medicine all the time, and was likely to die young.

Wenfu lost interest at this point.

Tiandao probably chose the wrong container this time. He only needed to let Fu Sifang block the information about the Supreme Sect's request for medicine, which would be enough to send her to the underworld early.

Who would have known that just fifty years later, the name he had almost forgotten would hit him with a fatal boomerang.

By that time, the Supreme Sect had been completely conquered by the Demon Lord, and the entire Dongming Realm's families and sects were undergoing a major reshuffle.

The Supreme Sect certainly does not have to die, but if the Supreme Sect does not die, Zhongzhou cannot be disbanded, and the new order can never be developed.

With checkmate, his chess game is won.

A new world belonging to him is about to unfold.

At that time, the resistance of the demon world was extremely fierce. When Wenfu was considering the chess game, he thought of Fu Sifang and realized that his most important clone had not synchronized all his memories with him for a long time.

Or to be more precise, someone tampered with his soul behind his back.

Wen Fu couldn't understand why, although the spirit that was cut and condensed could control the puppet independently, it could not escape his own surveillance.

The one that condensed first and has not yet devoured the weakest soul actually still wants to be independent.

He escaped from the battlefield of the demon world and went to the real headquarters of Fu Sifang to look for his clone. When he arrived under the stone pillar of the Qingyun List, he just stretched out his hand and realized something was wrong.

It was too cold, even colder than usual in Fuyun Mountain. It wasn't the cold caused by the weather or the terrain, but... the familiar coldness of ghosts and corpses.

This is not normal.

The next moment, a force so sharp that it was almost suffocating came crushing down from all directions.

The moment Wen Fu made his move, he noticed some unusual and strange fluctuations.

The sharp gear-shaped spiritual power waves carried a chilling aura, and the interwoven black and white patterns all showed one result—someone was using a formation to wait and see.

Wen Fu felt relieved, because it was not his own soul that betrayed him, but someone killed his soul. This must be the backup plan left by the murderer.

That's all, just a little inconvenience.

He thought about it and raised his hand to break the formation.

As his consciousness spread out, he noticed something was wrong.

This formation is very strong, and its strength lies in the chaotic and bizarre spiritual energy lines that make it difficult to find a way out.

Even when he set up the formation, he did it silently, and he even tampered with the stone tablet of the Qingyun Ranking. Once he poured in power, the formation would be activated.

This conspiracy is extremely clever.

There are very few people in the world who can arrange such a complex and powerful formation with such sophistication and strength. Yan Ye has already ascended. Now that Zhongzhou is in chaos and the sects have united to resist, how could those powerful formation masters be here?

Or is there some hidden powerful formation in the world that he doesn't know about?

Wen Fu felt the overwhelming pressure and murderous intent in the formation, and used a magic weapon to temporarily block the pressure in the formation.

He called up his consciousness and quickly restored the message left by his spirit before its death.

But Wenfu never expected that the murderer he saw was actually a zombie.

At first glance, it looked extremely skinny. Even with the layers of shrouds, it still looked thin, with its mouth and nose covered. This was clearly a method used by some corpse craftsmen in western Yunnan to make corpse puppets.

When he met those eyes, Wen Fu was stunned.

Those eyes were so familiar, they were clearly looking at each other, but the old man could still make out something if he looked carefully - there was no spirit in those eyes.

In the dark night, when the spiritual light shone, he saw the scar at the corner of his eye.

That was not a scar from an ordinary eye surgery. It was clearly... the entire sensory network connected to vision had been taken away.

In a split second, he came up with an answer that was too absurd.

Those eyes lost their luster because of saving Yan Ye.

Because that is the only way to restore Yan Ye's sight.

But that requires people of equal talent and the same method of cultivation from the meridians to the consciousness. How many geniuses in the world would be willing to give up part of their brain to help another genius?

There are a few other geniuses who can rival Yan Ye.

At least in the eight or nine hundred years before Yanye ascended to heaven, there was no one in the clear sense.

Except for Yan Ye's disciple who almost never showed up in public and who died more than a hundred years ago.

Lindu.

The one in whom he had lost interest and who had long been dead.

The only person who is qualified to allow Yanye to restore the light that is better than nothing to all the powerful people in the world.

But Lin Du turned into a corpse puppet and appeared in the fragments of the memory of Wenfu, the owner of Fusifang, before his death. He was like a rusty narrow sword that smelled of blood even without being stained with blood. It stabbed him in the heart in the dark night, causing this man who had been scheming for many years to feel unexpected panic for the first time.

What followed was anger.

An anger that even he didn't understand.

No matter how destitute the Supreme Sect was, how could they allow a disciple, who was ranked number one on the Qingyun Ranking, to be turned into a corpse puppet after his death?

Could it be that the disciple who almost never went out, the genius with extraordinary talent but natural deficiencies, was raised by Yan Ye to make up for his own shortcomings?

But the next fragments of memory made him feel a little creepy.

Because the puppet spoke clearly and logically, it was obviously not a controlled puppet in the traditional sense.

And Wen Fu inexplicably felt that the soul inside must be Lin Du the moment he met those eyes.

Those eyes are so familiar.

Although he is a blind man, he always stubbornly trains himself to have a strong spiritual consciousness, which he continuously releases to achieve the same effect as ordinary people. He looks at people from the front instead of from the side, and his willpower and reaction ability are ridiculously strong.

Feng Yi once complained to him about the level of control he had over his body's instincts, which was totally unhuman.

He didn't expect that his apprentice was as stubborn as he was.

In the memory fragment, the clone Wen Fu asked, "Lin Du? Is it you?"

The cold and hard figure did not speak, but just stood there quietly. Behind her, a half-width black and white array pattern was suspended and flowing. Her figure was lonely and cold. In front of her were dozens of hiltless short blades, which were glowing with different auras and gathered into several array patterns. The tips of several blades were stuck in the key points of the array patterns. It was a strange array mage move that Wen Fu had never seen before.

Formation mages have never been considered strong fighters. They are useless for small matters and too late for big ones.

But Lindu... was able to quietly set up a large formation in advance, and was able to deal with the situation in this way during the battle, which was completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Junior sister, are you here to ask for the truth?"

The owner of Fu Sifang, although his body is damaged, his soul is much more fragile than that of ordinary people, and his spiritual power is not that strong. He is usually careful and cautious, never appears easily, and relies on countless magic weapons to protect himself. But in this formation, the magic weapons are sealed one by one by the short blade sealing formation and pressed to the ground.

In the dark night, a rough sound came from the corpse, like a rusty sword struggling to make a hoarse buzzing sound.

"A disciple of the Supreme Sect? Who are you?"

"The 99th generation abandoned disciple of the Supreme Sect, Wenfu." Master Wenfu looked at the powerful Lin Du with a smile, "Junior sister, there is no need to mobilize so many people."

Wen Fu suddenly reacted as he looked at the fragments. In his original memory, the Wen Fu had never attacked Lin Du, but just took out the magic weapons on his body one by one.

"Mobilizing a large army?" Lin Du stood there, chuckling softly, "I want to ask you, where did the large army come from?"

The abbot was silent for a while, and then he said, "I'm sorry."

"You haven't let me down," Lin Du was always alert, "You are letting down the fellow disciples of the Supreme Sect who died in the battle and the innocent people of the Dongming Realm."

"Actually, I never thought that you were from the Supreme Sect." She judged the suppression of Wenfu's spirit by the formation, and between her hands wrapped in cloth strips, she held a few hiltless short blades.

However, the clone Wenfu was thinking seriously about one thing: what did the now unrecognizable Lin Du look like?

He was too thin, just like himself at the beginning, when he returned to the Dongming Realm and kept deforming and decaying because he refused to absorb the blood, flesh and spiritual energy of the monks.

Wenfu is extremely reluctant, but what about Lindu?

Would you also hate someone who has changed you beyond all recognition?

"You have never thought about entering the cycle of reincarnation, right?" asked the clone Wen Fu.

This is nonsense. A corpse puppet contains a soul that should have been reincarnated hundreds of years ago. It doesn't look like it wants to be reincarnated.

"You left a lot of messages in Zhongzhou, isn't it just to lead me to find the truth?" Lin Du's attitude was still cold and hard. "I once saw your name on the tablets in the back mountain. Compared with me, this sentence should be given to you, isn't it more appropriate?"

She suddenly turned her head and sneered hoarsely, "You probably don't know that every Qingming Festival in the sect, the eldest sister will go to burn incense for you, the second brother will bring a zither and a pot of wine, and the seventh sister will also go to your tablet and stare blankly."

This sentence is a test and also an attack on the heart.

If he really had no attachment, his clone Wen Fu would have been completely crushed to death in the next instant.

The original Wen Fu looked at the picture and suddenly realized that he had made a wrong judgment.

How could Yan Ye's disciple be someone who was raised to serve his master?

In the chaotic situation where the overall situation is unclear, she can still push aside the fog on the surface and see the essence of it. Maybe her methods are immature, but she is already qualified to confront him.

Lin Du, an insignificant speck of dust that he had not even calculated, not only killed his clone, but now also trapped his original body, leaving him with only the fragments of memory left by his clone.

Abbot Bunfuku was indeed moved.

Because he is the purest Wenfu, the pure Wenfu who has not integrated the memories and abilities of the Lord of Lance City.

The part of him that was disciplined and nurtured by the Supreme Sect's rules is still there. Even though he is rebellious, has a low bottom line, and will do anything to achieve his goals and control the overall situation, he will still remember the Supreme Sect's turbulent yet simple and warm years.

The original body, Fumufu, regarded all the warmth and ties as weak constraints and threw them to the lord Fumufu the moment he chose to devour the soul of the city lord.

Those fragile emotions filled the memory of Bouzu Fumufu. After being suppressed for a long time, the guilt burst out and the belated regret swept away his reason.

He suddenly laughed softly, "I found out too late, it was really too late."

"I didn't realize that the power of the demon world has increased greatly and is no longer under control. The power of the Demon Lord has killed so many powerful people in Zhongzhou. It can be said that when he broke into the Supreme Sect, he was no longer the original Demon Lord."

"Maybe he found out, but he just thinks he can still control it. But when I look at the devastation and the millions of people who have lost their lives, I feel that it has gone against my imagination. After a century of chaos, it still cannot be stopped. It has long been out of control, long... out of control."

"A new order in this world should not be born in such a long period of chaos. I feel like I will never see the dawn."

The abbot Fumifuku stood in the middle of the formation and looked up at the sky.

The night was as cold as water, the mist covered the sky, and the bright moon was not visible.

"Lin Du, I'm glad you came to kill me." He said, "I can't turn back, you go forward."

Lin Du stood in the darkness, the shroud looked like the rough and rusty traces left by the torrents of the dark night.

The array pattern shone brightly and was extremely dazzling. It turned into an arrow that pierced through the puppet's body and Wen Fu's soul.

In the last sensory memory, the hoarse voice sounded again, "So, you are thinking of finding someone to tell when you are in an irreparable situation. I look down on you, Wenfu."

"You want to be the master of the world, but when you find out you are so wrong, you choose to escape from everything and destroy yourself. You are nothing but a coward. I really despise you."

Lin Du took everything from him and walked out of the formation. The next moment, Wen Fu's clone was crushed into powder without a trace of blood.

The rusted, decaying narrow sword silently walked into the desolate night, to knock down the south wall that had become a dead end, to open a way of life for everyone.

And behind him, a part of the culprit, along with remorse and regret, was washed into the ground by rain along with the soil and became nourishment for new plants.

After reading the memory fragments, Wen Fu closed his eyes and a hint of sneer appeared in his heart.

Even his own clone betrayed him, and he was shackled by his weak morals and emotions, trapped in a vortex of self-blame and doubt.

After all, this world cannot tolerate a purely ambitious person.

Even he himself could not tolerate it.

Wen Fu was silent for a moment, then he smiled, took off the mask and threw it to the ground.

Unrecognizable? Who has a choice?

Those who are consumed by ambition eventually forget the way they came.

He looked up and sighed softly, not knowing whether it was because of the troubles he was facing or the ridiculous scene of his clone seeking death.

This formation was indeed ingenious. I guess he had put in a lot of effort based on the things left behind by his clone, but it couldn't kill him.

After all, the clone will never know the original body's hidden card.

He raised his hands, and a fierce aura burst out from his sleeves.

The earth trembled, the sun and the moon changed color, as if the mountains and seas were turned upside down, and a terrifying pressure descended. The formation that had been formed now felt the pressure of the reversal of rules, and the energy flow became more and more chaotic, but it never broke.

If the gate of life is not broken, it will be a dead end. It is a cruel formation that can calm the body and destroy the soul.

The troops had already left and were not lying in ambush nearby.

I guess I don't know when he will come, so I just left this killing array.

Without the person who set up the formation, there was no chance for the formation to be repaired and maintained, so Wenfu had one less level of difficulty in breaking the formation.

This formation could even trap the Demon Lord's physical body and destroy the mighty man's soul, but it still could not kill him.

A person who regards the world as a chessboard will naturally dare to give up himself and find another way to survive.

He has the courage that others do not have, and he dares to give up things that others dare not give up.

But just as he was about to abandon his body and part of his soul in an attempt to steal the show and hide in the treasure to escape, another array pattern lit up and pulled his main soul into the illusion array.

At that moment, Wen Fu felt despair and panic that he had not felt for a long time, a feeling that he had only felt when he was among the magical willow trees in the Lanju Realm.

In that illusion, he saw Lin Du.

"It seems like you can really escape." The voice sounded, indifferent and sarcastic, "If you give me another hundred years, I will definitely kill you. What a pity."

Wenfu then realized that this was a nested illusion array outside the array.

"Your clone doesn't know much about you, or rather, you two are not really one person," Lin Du said in a vague voice. "Although I haven't found out all the truth, and my clone Wen Fu hasn't explained it clearly, it's obvious that you are guilty."

"It doesn't matter if we can't kill them all. Even if they range from the powerful people in the sects and families to the talented monks of the future, to the common people and the evildoers in prison, the Dongming Realm is in turmoil and countless people are killed or injured. You can cut off their heads and tails, but you can't break the backbone of us righteous monks."

"I killed your last bit of conscience. As for you, outside of reincarnation, I can still kill you."

"If you persist in your delusion, you will eventually be devoured by evil."

Wenfu couldn't help laughing, "Just up to you?"

"Yes, it depends on me." The divine thoughts left by Lin Du echoed.

"A dead person, do you still want to find out the truth and take revenge?" Wen Fu relaxed after discovering that this illusion posed no threat.

All ghosts, no matter how long they linger, will eventually die.

Lin Du cannot become the Corpse King who escapes the Six Paths of Rebirth. The conditions for becoming a Corpse King are extremely harsh, so it will not be Lin Du.

"No matter how far it is, I will go to the end of the road, even if it is only one step away from truth and success."

"There is no such thing as good or evil in this world. What you think is the right path is nothing but what is imposed on you by the secular world and the outside world. Why is saving people good and the right path the way? It is only because people are afraid of harming their own interests that they dare not give up the remaining cancer of the old society, and you think that is good."

"Why is killing evil and demons evil? It's because you are afraid of being robbed and hurt, but you have never thought about the clarity and new order after the turmoil."

Wenfu wanted to show Lindu his plans and vision for the new order in the future, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

After all, they are different. She was born in a secular countryside, grew up in the clean and upright Cangfeng Mountain, inherited the command of her master and the grace of heaven, and she has never seen the chaotic hearts of the people below the mountain.

At that time, Wenfu just thought that those who died young were naive and funny.

It was not until he reached the end of the road to becoming the master of the new world that he realized how wrong he was. He was being teased and manipulated by the remnants of heaven, and the chess player became the biggest chess piece.

Everyone is a chess piece, and everyone is a useless piece.

The fragment of Heavenly Dao that he had spent hundreds of years nurturing occupied the body of the Demon Lord, intending to devour him, seize Heavenly Dao, and become the master of this world.

Looking at the devouring technique covering the top of the head and the opponent's smile of victory, Wen Fu chuckled. It was true that he could not refine the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, but how could he trust something that he could not control at all.

He activated the divine curse that he had sealed within the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, and chose to die together with the fragments of the Heavenly Dao.

As for the dawn of the wasteland after death, well... leave it to future generations.

After all, Lin Du said, the backbone of righteousness cannot be broken, right?

As the thought faded away, he suddenly remembered Lin Du's words.

He persisted to the end, just one step away from success, but still... failed.

Perhaps, he really is not a blessed man.

The soul shattered in the ruins.

He was born into a blessed family, but had a miserable life. He wanted to overcome fate with human power, and manipulate the world with words and papers. He walked alone and planned everything, but in the end he ended up in poverty, with scars all over his face, and no chance of rebirth.

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Note 1: From Zeng Guang Xian Wen.