The others remained silent, not because they were opposed, but because they felt an inexplicable disappointment in their hearts.
The immortal was the most divine person they had ever seen, and he perfectly met the definition of a god. In terms of both strength and virtue, he possessed unparalleled power but lived in seclusion in the countryside, and when society faced a crisis, he stepped in to solve it.
God does not care about mortal things, but God will save people.
Now it seems that the immortal is not perfect, at least he was inferior in this incident. It is not wrong or evil, but he has lost the calm and majestic demeanor of making a difference.
And amazing qualities
Ring ring ring!
Suddenly, the landline on the table rang. Zhongshufu still kept landlines from many years ago. Because these landlines were connected to some extremely important institutions, they required extremely high confidentiality.
The landline was connected without having to answer it, and a slightly hurried voice came out.
[This is the rescue team of the company's Tiandu headquarters. There is an emergency that needs to be reported. Please connect to the Shangshu work office]
"I am Yang Lichuan, the Minister of War."
[Sir Shangshu, there has been new progress in the soul investigation, which may invalidate all the information previously obtained.]
All void?
Yang Lichuan frowned slightly. This was no small matter. They had been investigating for nearly ten days and had mobilized so many foundation-building cultivators. If they had to discard all the information, it would be a huge dereliction of duty.
Soul-searching monks are trained by the government, and they can obtain rich cultivation resources after completing a mission. At the same time, they also have to bear corresponding responsibilities. If the intelligence obtained from the soul search is wrong, they are the first person responsible.
Fortunately, they discovered it early, and fortunately they had no intention of taking any action.
He asked, "What happened?"
[We have found other spirits. Among Tang Yuan's three souls and six spirits, there is actually a wisp of residual soul, which belongs to the disciple of the Sword Sect.]
[Through these residual souls, we have verified the whole story of many events from the perspective of the Sword Sect. The Sword Immortal has been missing for 352 years. The Sword Sect ordered all the immortal sects in the world to close their doors. At the same time, the eight major immortal sects did not come into the world to save people, but to restore the social structure of the ancient times.]
For some monks, people are a resource, and a useful and cheap resource at that.
Whether it is used to sacrifice some kind of magic weapon or practice, or to select talented disciples, it is an indispensable resource for a sect.
[The frequent disasters in the mortal world are all caused by the monks fighting each other. They are fighting for control of the mortal world. They have been encircling the land since the sword immortal disappeared 300 years ago, and they are fighting each other with their skills, not shying away from mortals at all.]
[The demonic fire that burned up the entire plain of Jing Dynasty was actually the aftermath of a fight between two Nascent Soul cultivators. They fought for three months in the mortal world, causing the destruction of 100 million acres of fertile land and the death of millions of people. Afterwards, Jing Dynasty was asked to provide disaster relief, but Jing Dynasty had not harvested a single grain for a year, so where would it get the food for disaster relief?]
[The old emperor was so hungry that he could only drink porridge, and the common people ate tree bark and then ate soil, and then ate humans.]
[At dawn, the common people are like wild grass. After the wildfire, the spring breeze comes again. This is the cultivation sect, this is the cultivator.]
[In a time of chaos, natural disasters are rare, but man-made disasters are rampant. The Sword Sect kills to protect life, and it kills karma, not people.]
[The immortals cut off two eras, and the distinction between the ancient times and the immortals began with the Sword Sect. 】
The monk on the other end of the phone had obviously just finished searching his soul and had not yet completely gotten rid of his memories. His words were full of emotion and sadness.
The high-ranking ministers remained silent. Yang Lichuan recalled a phrase that was very popular five or six years ago, which was also the most sharp wording used to deal with reincarnated people.
The unrestrained supernatural power is about to destroy modern society. Their every move can cause great harm to society, and mortals will become ants in their mouths.
This is true for all sects except the Immortal Path. Now, the world outside Shenzhou has become dominated by sects. Whether it is modern weapons or the people, they are firmly controlled by the superhumans. In their eyes, people are resources.
Whether it is a sect or a government, the underlying logic of their operation is the same, and they are essentially tools of rule. The only difference is that one is rule by law, and the other is rule by man. No matter how bad the modern government is, it is better than a sect.
But a strong man will never let the rules apply to him, even if the rules are good.
Why is the way of immortals different? This seems to have never been explored by anyone, as if it is just like the difference between men and women, there are natural differences.
The age of immortals should be like the immortals imagined by Shenzhou, living in the mountains in prosperous times and in the world of mortals in troubled times. This is true for the Sword Sect, Shangqing Palace, or the Great Leiyin Buddhist Sect. They do not interfere in worldly affairs on weekdays, but will come out in full force when the world is in trouble.
But these sects are in the minority, and all of them come from the immortal sects in the world.
Yang Lichuan murmured to himself: "It was the immortals who created the immortal path."
In an old residential area more than ten kilometers away, Li Yi leaned against the window, holding a bamboo flute brought from his hometown. He exhaled slightly, and the sound of the flute was melodious and lonely.
The sound of the flute penetrated into the city shrouded in neon lights and blended into the chaotic crowd. It was covered and buried, and no longer seemed lonely.
At this time Qingxuan finally jumped out of Li Yi's palm. He half-knelt on the ground, sweat wet his face, and he was gasping for breath.
There was murderous intent in his eyes, and he almost couldn't control his cultivation.
Suddenly, the sound of a flute rang in my ears, and the murderous aura disappeared in an instant, leaving only a faint loneliness.
"Master, what is this piece of music? I don't think I've ever heard you play it before."
"Tell Taiping."
Li Yi's voice was as light as falling leaves, and his eyes reflected the people passing by.
"The wind rises, the sound of the flute brings peace, and the soul of the knight with a broken sword returns home."
Heroes, that's what Li Yi called them.
He does not love his life, does not cherish his body, does not cultivate immortality, does not become an immortal, but only loves peace.
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