This is the Sword Sect. The last generation of the Sword Sect no longer has the immortal spirit of the past, only killing and broken swords. There are also desolate stone tablets with ordinary names and extraordinary people engraved on them.
A young man in a dark red Taoist robe stood among countless stone tablets, holding a booklet in his hand and writing something with his head down.
"Brother Li, you were just ambushed by a few old immortals. Why don't you go and heal your wounds?" He Kun walked closer and said.
Li Changsheng replied with a cold expression, without even looking up: "They can't hurt me, they are just a few Yuanying."
“What do you mean by just a few Nascent Souls? They are the ancestors of several major sects, each of whom has reached the peak of Nascent Soul. And you have just been promoted to the Spiritualization Realm not long ago, and your realm is not stable yet, but you have been killing for decades. The world is so big, do you think you can save it all by yourself?”
There was a hint of annoyance in He Kun's voice, and he reached out to snatch the booklet.
Li Changsheng was actually very strong, but people have their limits after all. He had not rested or meditated for decades, and he went on expeditions day after day, trying to pacify the world.
He pulled the world back from the brink, but also left himself in tatters.
Back then, Yun Shu had the assistance of many Sword Sect elders and the support of several major sects in Shangqing Palace. But now, there are only Li Changsheng and He Kun, as well as a group of young and beautiful boys and girls.
If it were a few hundred years ago, these children should have thrived under the protection of the sect, or at least should not have experienced this.
"With your level of cultivation, you were able to be ambushed by those old guys and let them run away. Doesn't this mean that you are exhausted?"
The next second, a powerful sword intent instantly knocked He Kun away, and with a loud bang, he crashed into a distant hilltop.
"How can you be exhausted if your blood hasn't dried yet?"
Li Changsheng tore off a piece of yellow paper and added a tombstone to this barren mountain.
He Kun came back with a dusty face and cursed, "You really took action. If you don't want to rest, you can meditate for a while, right? Resting is for better fighting. Maybe next time you meet those old guys, you can kill them with one sword."
Hearing this, Li Changsheng hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly and said: "Then meditate for a while."
He didn't care about the dust on the ground and sat down among the many stone tablets. He closed his eyes and practiced Qigong. After an unknown amount of time, his head became more and more depressed, and finally he made a slight snorting sound.
"Haha, you have the same personality as my junior sister."
He Kun reached out to wipe the stone tablet in front of him, and his scarred fingers traced over the names, and he said slowly: "Brother Li, there are only two of us left in the Sword Sect, but the world has not yet been pacified."
"Where is peace? With the foundation of our Sword Sect that spans tens of thousands of years, can't we get peace?"
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