In the cultivation world, it has been almost four hundred years since the Sword Immortal disappeared.
This year, the whole country was in complete chaos. The three dynasties and hundreds of small countries broke out into wars. The worst was the Jing Dynasty. In the north of the country, the east wind blew up a demonic fire that burned for three months, burning all the food and causing the greatest famine in a thousand years.
There were less than one household out of a hundred in a city, and bones were piled up on both sides of the official roads. Even under the feet of the emperor, people often ate each other.
Some people said that it was the result of the sword immortal's cruelty, tyranny, and rebellion against the will of heaven. Some people even said that all this was the sword immortal's conspiracy. If it weren't for the sword immortal's dominance over the world and killing countless strong men, it wouldn't have come to this.
If the sword immortal does not ask the emperor to love the people like his own children, the sect will not enter the mortal world, and will not use the sword of heaven to command the world.
The rumors in the streets are all for the purpose of attracting attention. Most of them slander the sword immortal, but there are very few who are willing to enter the mortal world and save people.
In the sky, two figures were flying on swords. The strong winds that were strong enough to cut the skin of ordinary people kept hitting Lu Changzhi's body protection method, and his eyes were always on the Taoist in front of him.
Li Changsheng did not have any protective magic, but the strong wind turned into a breeze within three steps of him, only gently blowing his black hair. Seeing such a magical scene, Lu Changzhi's awe in his heart increased.
The end is small and the great way can be seen. Li Changsheng's practice of Taoism can make the strong wind go backwards.
"Your Majesty, the Qianyuan Gate is ahead."
"Um."
Suddenly Li Changsheng stopped and leaned over to look down. Lu Changzhi also stopped. Following his gaze, he saw a village.
Farmers can be vaguely seen farming in the village, and fireworks are floating from the roofs of every house, making it seem like a paradise.
"Go down and take a look."
As soon as the two men landed, they attracted the old and young in the village, who kowtowed to them and called them "immortal masters" again and again.
Looking at the villagers, all of whom were carrying big bellies, Lu Changzhi couldn't help but ask, "Father, is there anyone with a disability in your village?"
"We are not naturally disabled." The old man shook his head and took out a purple pill from his pocket, explaining the magical effects of the pill and its origin.
Lu Changzhi took the pill and sniffed it, then he flew into a rage and said, "How dare they use humans to make pills?! Father-in-law, don't eat these pills, or you will die of illness within a month."
The villagers remained silent and did not answer. They all lowered their heads and looked at their toes and their big bellies.
"Let's go."
Li Changsheng waved his sleeves and left without saying much. Lu Changzhi looked back at the villagers with a look of surprise, and finally had to grit his teeth and fly away.
He asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, those villagers were just being made into pills, don't you care?"
"What else can you eat if not the elixir?" Li Changsheng replied coldly: "Changzhi, this is already decent enough compared to eating your own children."
After they left, the old man stuffed a pill into the child's mouth. After the child ate it, his face quickly turned red and he said with a smile: "It tastes like my mother."
"Well, this belongs to your mother."
Suddenly, a white light appeared in the sky and the earth shook violently.
Li Changsheng held the Heavenly Sword and slashed down Qian Yuanzong with one sword. Countless purple pills fell like rain.
"Natural disasters are rare, but man-made disasters are more common. Changzhi, send a message to all sects in the world, and have them close their mountains."
Lu Changzhi said: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid no one will listen to the Sword Sect's order."
The Sword Sect had lost its former majesty a hundred years ago, and was no longer the number one sect in the world, but in name only.
Li Changsheng slowly inserted the sword into the scabbard that day. The blade reflected his indifferent eyes, and the sword and the scabbard rubbed against each other, making a clanging sound.
"The living don't listen, but the dead do."
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