In the year of Gengzi, nearly 400 years have passed since the sword immortal appeared in the poem. The world has been in chaos for 40 years, with dynasties changing and tens of millions of casualties.
Fortunately, all kinds of strange natural disasters are subsiding, and the demon fire that could burn the entire plain and consume the food of 70 million people has never appeared again. Although there are still wars among mortals, new countries have gradually emerged, and dynasties in various regions are being unified.
Even without the intervention of the monks, the mortals would still restore peace in their own way. On the contrary, due to the intervention of the monks, the heroic ruler who should have been able to unify the world and restore the world ended up dying without a burial place. In the past, all mundane things depended on the cultivation world outside the mountain. The change of dynasties was not determined by the will of the people, but by the words of the people on the mountain.
Your survival or destruction does not depend on the people of the world. No matter how you plan or how you win the hearts of the people, it will be useless.
However, now that the Sword Sect has restored peace, a decree has been issued throughout the world.
From now on, the immortals return to immortality, and the mortals return to mortals.
The princes and lords of the mortal world, whether they were born rich or took up the sword to conquer the world, all held a feast. The originally gloomy world situation has changed a little, with a trend of dragons returning to the sea and tigers returning to the mountains. A stagnant pool of water has stirred up a storm, and no one knows whether this will lead to greater killing or another prosperous era.
The monks no longer cared about the mortal world, or those who wanted to care were dead, and the remaining sects were still closing their doors. The independent cultivators were still living in seclusion in their own corners, unable to stir up major events in the world, and therefore they survived.
However, the market where the scattered cultivators gathered inevitably fell into desolation, and countless people were afraid of the grass and trees, and some even fled to the human race. However, no foreign race dared to invade, and everything fell into a strange peace.
A new sword master appeared, a madman who practiced the way of killing.
The mountain breeze blew across the spring mountains, and the desolate Jianzhong Mountain Range dissipated as the last murderous aura of the Sword Sect disciples dissipated, and Tianjian Mountain regained some green.
Green grass grows in the cracks of the rocks, moss grows on the stone tablet, and birds land on it to preen their feathers.
A Taoist priest in a robe was carrying a bucket of water and wiping the row of stone tablets halfway up the mountain.
The Taoist priest looked very old, with white hair, wrinkles and age spots all over his face, cloudy pupils, a skinny body, and he always walked with his back bent.
Not far behind him, a monk wearing the clothes of Shangqing Palace fell from the sky. His toes stepped on the ground without even breaking the weeds.
Small eyes, broad forehead, kind smile, and white hair but a childlike face.
This person is the new deity of Shangqing Palace, Taoist Tingqing.
"Senior He, you should rest more and wait for Senior Li to bring the Heavenly Stems Jiazi."
"During the Qingming Festival, we should pay tribute to the dead. This also gives the living people motivation to live. Death is not a bad thing." He Kun shook his head, "Don't call me a senior. The one who has achieved cultivation comes first. I am only a Yuanying."
"No." Taoist Tingqing interrupted, "Practice is not about realm. Your realm is higher than mine, and your merits are greater than mine. The Jiazi of the Heavenly Stems is hard to come by in ten thousand years. Such a precious medicine from heaven and earth is enough for you to break through to the God Transformation."
"Please cheer up and don't just want to die. There are still many things worth seeing in this world, and this world is not truly peaceful yet. The world needs a saint to watch over it, and you need an immortal to supervise it, so that there can be peace."
He Kun has heard similar words many times, and he always just laughed it off and never took them seriously.
"Haha, if Brother Li said that, I would laugh at him."
He remembered that a few years ago, Li Changsheng took him to a small mountain village in the secular world, which was only a hundred miles away from Tianjian Mountain. Later, he understood a truth: the world would continue to rotate without anyone, in the past, the big sects ruled the world and each lived in its own place, and after the sword immortal, the sword sect unified the world.
Now that the monks no longer care, the mortals will choose their own leader.
Can there be eternal peace like this?
He Kun has been thinking about this question for a while, and the answer he finally came to is no. The world is constantly changing, and prosperity and decline are all laws. There is no eternal peace or eternal chaos.
The Sword Sect just wants to end the chaotic times early and reduce the number of deaths in the world. That is enough.
"The world belongs to everyone in the world. When I am gone, someone new will take my place. Times make heroes. As long as the world needs heroes, someone will stand up. Fellow Daoist Tingqing, what year is this?"
Taoist Tingqing replied: "It's been ten years, and you have passed the life and death barrier for seven years."
"It's been so long. I'm getting old and my memory is getting worse."
He Kun continued to walk forward with a hunched back, speaking in a hoarse and light voice, as if he might die at any time.
"Brother Li, if you don't wake up, I can't stand it anymore. Xiao Yunshu, I can't pull this bull back, but I can't just watch him hit the wall."
He should have died seven years ago. The world was pacified, and the Sword Sect was finished. He no longer had too many regrets. Everything has a price. With the Sword Sect's foundation of thousands of years, it was worth it to create peace again.
What else can one expect?
But in the end, he still couldn't let go of Li Changsheng, and couldn't watch him completely go crazy. Li Changsheng's obsession was too deep, and this obsession was not formed in a day, nor was it created by him alone.
It was Yunshu, it was him, the disciple of the Sword Sect, and everything he had experienced.
He Kun thought that his junior sister's judgment was wrong. Li Changsheng was not a person who didn't like fighting. He was more competitive than anyone else. He was too proud and arrogant. He never took other people seriously.
That's why he seems to dislike fighting and has a peaceful temperament.
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