Go back to the past
The sky was dark over the ancient battlefield and mass grave, and the wind swirled sand and stones. Wen Zheng raised her mirror and plunged into the bright and pleasant scenery.
After landing in the mirror, the dazzling sunlight made Wen Zheng squint. She looked up at the sun hanging in the sky, then turned around to search for the apricot tree.
The tree branches are like hands reaching towards the sky, and each slender branch is covered with white apricot blossoms. When the wind blows, the petals fall with the wind.
Wen Zheng had no time to appreciate the enchanting scenery. She took out the apricot blossom hairpin, placed it under the tree, and then knelt down and kowtowed three times.
"With the emergence of evil spirits, the cultivation world is about to descend into chaos. I humbly request the goddess's assistance."
The sound was like falling petals, falling silently without making a sound.
Wen Zheng repeated the words to the apricot blossom hairpin, then took off the wooden bracelets from her wrists and placed them in front of the hairpin.
The moment the wooden bracelet hit the ground, a woman dressed in white emerged from the apricot tree. Her hair was as black as a waterfall, she wore no accessories, and her eyes were calm and serene, as if gazing into the distance.
What year and month is it now?
Wen Zheng remained kneeling on the ground, saying, "It has been more than 1,700 years since the goddess ascended to heaven."
"Has it been that long?" Xuanhe Goddess murmured, turning to look at Wen Zheng: "I'm curious why you came to me?"
The one speaking now is merely a remnant soul; the reason she left behind her remnant soul a thousand years ago was to help her people.
Besides, when she ascended to immortality, there were countless experts in the cultivation world. She was just an ordinary one among them. Those old monsters were still alive, and they wouldn't be asking her for help.
Having understood Xuanhe Goddess's confusion, Wen Zheng explained, "After Senior ascended to immortality, many major events occurred in the cultivation world. Many high-level cultivators perished, the Jianmu tree collapsed, and everyone scrambled for it. Others were also not spared."
The Goddess Xuanhe listened quietly to her, then turned her head to look at her: "So how can I help you?"
A genius fell, a tree collapsed—these were things she couldn't stop even if she intervened.
Wen Zheng raised her eyes and looked earnestly at the Goddess Xuanhe: "Send me back to a thousand years ago."
The Goddess Xuanhe tilted her head and pondered for a moment, her gaze falling on the pair of wooden bracelets on the ground: "You want to plant the Jianmu tree?"
When Wen Zheng took off the pair of wooden bracelets on the ground, she sensed the Heavenly Dao laws hidden within them. After Wen Zheng finished speaking, she immediately guessed that the pair of wooden bracelets were Jianmu.
It must have taken a lot of effort for this person to find her.
However, the price of going back to the past is very high, and I wonder if the person in front of me knows that.
The Goddess Xuanhe hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
Upon seeing this, Wen Zheng immediately spoke up: "I know what the goddess is worried about. Going back to the past would disrupt the rules of heaven, and the punishment would be severe. But if I don't go, the cultivation world will be turned upside down by evil spirits."
The remnant soul of the Goddess Xuanhe is of course not afraid of the rules of Heaven, but Wen Zheng, who has returned to the past, will inevitably be targeted by Heaven. If she can return alive, everything will go wrong, and Heaven will not tolerate her continuing to live.
“It’s truly admirable that you have this idea. I can help you with this.” After saying this, the Goddess Xuanhe noticed Wen Zheng’s happy and excited expression and reminded her, “Don’t be too happy yet.”
"I am a remnant soul, and my magic and spiritual power are not as good as when I ascended. In order to reduce the obstacles from the Heavenly Dao, I must seal your spiritual power."
After losing her spiritual power, she returned to the past like an ordinary person, causing less impact on the past. Consequently, the Heavenly Dao would not target her as much.
After pondering for a moment, Wen Zheng nodded, picked up the wooden bracelet, and stood in front of the goddess.
Xuanhe Goddess quickly sealed Wen Zheng's spiritual power, then turned and walked to the apricot tree, stroking it reluctantly: "What a pity, after cultivating with me for so long, who knows when she will develop sentience again."
After saying that, she slammed her hand hard on the tree. The apricot tree shook violently, and many apricot blossoms fell from the tree. A wooden door grew out of the trunk, which required several people to hug.
"Alright, go in." Goddess Xuanhe pushed open the wooden door. "I have done my best to get you to the vicinity of Jianmu."
Wen Zheng put the wooden bracelet back on, nodded to the Goddess Xuanhe, and then plunged into the apricot tree.
A dizzying sensation swept over her, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a mountain of corpses and a river of blood before her, the stench of which made her vomit.
The retching sound startled the vultures that were eating the carcass, and a flock of vultures landed on the ground to forage for food, a truly shocking scene.
Wen Zheng found a crevice between rocks, vomited everything in her stomach, and then began to look around at her surroundings.
"Is this an ancient battlefield mass grave?"
If she wasn't mistaken, this was the scene of the cultivators scrambling to loot the collapsed Jianmu tree.
The few words recorded in the book now seem shocking to me.
Wen Zheng glanced at the corpses lying on the ground; they stretched as far as the eye could see, with no end in sight.
I don't know where the original Jianmu tree was planted.
Wen Zheng tore a large piece of cloth from the hem of her clothes and wrapped it around her face. The stench of decay lessened considerably. Gazing at the endless corpses, she picked up a stick to scare away the vultures and began searching for the collapsed Jianmu tree.
Inside the Thousand Saints Palace.
The elders of various sects lay on the side, their bodies covered with wounds of all sizes. Of course, Shan Fengyu was not far behind; his body was completely necrotic, and he could only reveal his original face.
A pitch-black, shadow-like humanoid monster.
Mu Qing stood in front of the elders, drops of blood from her sword falling to the ground, the faint sound making everyone hold their breath.
"You guys are really something." Shan Fengyu said this almost through gritted teeth.
In an effort to stop him, they rushed forward one after another, risking their lives to stop him.
A severely wounded elder coughed up blood and roared, "Demons must be killed by everyone!"
Dan Fengyu became even angrier and raised his hand to strike. The moment the black mist fell, the elder was powerless to resist and closed his eyes to await his death.
A sharp sword light flashed, and Mu Qing shattered the black mist. She looked up at Shan Fengyu, her face expressionless.
"It's you again." Shan Fengyu gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Mu Qing to pieces.
Back then, he coveted Mu Qing's sword bone and tried to take it several times but failed. He was even discovered by Qingling Daoist, and after that, he forgot about the matter.
I never imagined that a small thing I had forgotten would become so troublesome.
And Wen Zheng, she actually stole his Jianmu seedlings, how hateful!
But don't worry, the Jianmu tree can't grow up overnight, and the clansmen will still be able to come out.
The anger on Shan Fengyu's face disappeared, and he even laughed: "What good is it that you tried so hard to stop me? The Jianmu in Wen Zheng's hand can't grow into a towering tree overnight."
This time, humanity lost again.
His people will eventually leave the earth, and even the laws of heaven cannot hold them back.
Mu Qing continued to draw his sword in silence, his disordered breathing betraying his current state of mind.
Seeing this, Shan Fengyu laughed even more happily, leisurely dodging Mu Qing's moves and occasionally throwing out black mist to counterattack.
The elder who had accompanied Shan Fengyu to watch the competition was hiding in a corner, watching Shan Fengyu and Mu Qing fight, and was so frightened that he wanted to run away.
"Where are you going?" Elder Gu stepped out from the corner and stopped him.
"The Palace Master is a demon, the cultivation world is going to be in chaos, run!" He had barely finished speaking when Elder Gu struck him down with his sword, and he died on the spot.
Elder Gu looked at the dead man, searched his body and found many valuable items, then walked towards the arena.
He discovered Wen Zheng's whereabouts during the Immortal Sect Grand Competition and reported it. Later, he tried to cause trouble for Wen Zheng several times, until the Palace Master gave Wen Zheng an apricot blossom hairpin last time.
Although Elder Gu was a sword cultivator, he also understood divination and could tell good or bad fortune from things. When the apricot hairpin came out, he vaguely sensed something was wrong. He went back overnight to search through ancient books and finally found an important clue.
"Palace Master, quickly stop Wen Zheng!" Elder Gu ran to the place where the two were fighting and shouted to Shan Fengyu.
The sudden sound startled Shan Fengyu, causing him to pause in his movements. The moment his longsword struck him, much of the black mist dissipated.
Feeling his power draining away, Elder Chao Gu angrily unleashed a cloud of black mist.
Elder Gu knew about the demons and also knew Shan Fengyu's true identity. When he saw the black mist approaching, he quickly dodged and said, "The Goddess Xuanhe obtained a forbidden technique in her early years that can reverse time and space and return to the past. The apricot hairpin is the token!"
While Shan Fengyu was busy fighting Mu Qing, he took a while to process Elder Gu's words.
"not good!!!"
Dan Fengyu's expression changed drastically. He was no longer as relaxed as before, and his expression became tense as he headed towards the ancient battlefield mass grave.
Seeing that he wanted to leave, Mu Qing stepped in to block his way, saying, "Your opponent is me. Don't even think about stopping Wen Zheng's plan."
After speaking, the longsword became even more piercing, each strike carrying an intense killing intent.
Seeing that the longsword blocked his way, Shan Fengyu had no choice but to retreat, his eyes flashing with anger: "You're something else."
His tone was filled with rage, as if he wished he could skin Mu Qing alive to vent his anger.
Mu Qing remained unmoved, her sword steadier than ever, each strike aimed at Shan Fengyu's vital points.
After resting for a while, the elders who were seriously injured and lying on the ground recovered considerably. Seeing that Elder Gu still addressed Shan Fengyu as Palace Master, they were so angry that they killed him.
Elder Gu clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground, pointing at the person who killed him: "You, you..."
The man who injured him spat in his face and cursed, "Traitor, you deserve to die."
Elder Gu breathed his last, his fingers trembling.
The person who made the move swallowed another pill and joined the fight, and the others also got up to help.
Surrounded by the crowd once again, Shan Fengyu had nowhere to retreat. In his panic, he forgot the direction of the ancient battlefield mass grave and the towering Jianmu tree.
But it will be soon.
Must we wait for Wen Zheng to replant the Jianmu tree, for the Heavenly Dao to descend its laws, and bring him back to the underground?
In an instant, Shan Fengyu made a decision: he had to stop Wen Zheng.
Thinking this, the shadowy figure on Shan Fengyu diminished considerably, transforming into a towering black mist that swept over everyone. The black mist, like a gale carrying sand and stones, tore off a considerable amount of flesh and blood.
The elders who had just recovered and rejoined the battle were once again seriously injured and collapsed to the ground, their injuries even more severe than before.
When the gale blew, Mu Qing stood at the front and was the most seriously injured. Her white clothes were covered with bloodstains, like bright flowers blooming on her clothes.
"I don't have time to waste with you." Shan Fengyu coldly glanced at the crowd and walked towards the mass grave.
Mu Qing and the elders were too badly injured to do anything but watch him walk away.
Just as everyone was sighing in despair, a voice suddenly rang out.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get the medicine to treat your injuries."
Elder Ye took out a bunch of medicine bottles and threw them on the ground. She then casually stuffed the pills she had just taken out into the mouth of the person closest to her. The person rolled their eyes and hurriedly waved their hand to stop her.
Mu Qing picked up the medicine bottle that had rolled to her feet, poured out the medicine, and swallowed it in one gulp.
Wen Zheng hasn't succeeded yet; he can't give up.
After taking the pill, he staggered toward the ancient battlefield mass grave.
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