And this call from the top of Wanzang Mountain may be related to Xiaodie's secret.
"It seems that we have no choice but to climb this Wanzang Mountain."
A faint smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips.
Ruoxi also nodded, her eyes moving.
The two no longer hesitated.
Ruoxi's mind moved, and the Qingshuang Sword carried the three of them and turned into a stream of light, heading straight for the top of Wanzang Mountain, where even the Immortal Emperor could hardly fly to.
The three of them rode on their holy swords to the top of Wanzang Mountain, which was difficult for the Immortal Emperor to reach in just a few breaths.
Ruoxi's mind moved, she put away the Qingshuang Sword, and the three of them landed steadily on the top of the mountain.
Looking around, there is a vast plain on the top of the mountain.
In the center of the plain stands a huge, towering ancient tree.
A red ribbon hangs from a branch of an old tree, fluttering in the wind.
The red silk is imprinted with a lifelike phoenix pattern, exuding a strong aura of the Tao that is shocking.
Xiaodie's eyes were instantly attracted by the red ribbon, and she stared at the red ribbon fluttering in the wind without blinking.
Her eyes were filled with tenderness, as if the ribbon was her long-lost child.
Xiaodie walked uncontrollably towards the towering ancient tree.
"Tianfeng Jin!"
Ye Chen and Ruoxi spoke almost at the same time, their tone was surprised, but they didn't seem surprised at all.
Tianfeng Brocade is a top-grade holy weapon and the natal magic weapon of the ancient great sage Chilian Shengzun.
The Red Snake Saint was a brilliant female saint in ancient times with extraordinary strength.
In order to seal the evil god that invaded the fairy world, she, Ruoxi's previous life, and several other ancient saints set up a heaven-sealing formation.
At the last moment, they sacrificed themselves to the formation and suppressed the evil god with their bodies.
The Red Snake Saint also died because of this, leaving only a trace of his soul in the space of the Zhentian Monument, lingering on for an era.
Thousands of years ago, when the evil god broke the seal and came out, in order to prevent the evil god from causing trouble to the fairy world again.
Ye Chen found five Heaven-shaking Stele tablets and asked them to help suppress the evil god again.
After the evil god broke the seal, she and several ancient saints walked out of the Zhentian Monument and fought against the evil god, buying precious time for the fairy world.
Finally, she exhausted the last bit of her soul and vanished into thin air, and her life-saving magic weapon, the Tianfengjin, also disappeared.
At the critical moment when the souls of Saint Chi Lian and the others were about to completely dissipate, Ye Chen activated the power of the law of reincarnation.
I hope to fight for that glimmer of chance of reincarnation for these heroic souls who sacrificed their lives for the people.
At this moment, Xiaodie had already walked under the ancient tree.
She tilted her head back and stared at the red ribbon infatuatedly.
The Tianfeng brocade hanging on the ancient tree sensed the breath of its former owner, floated down from the branch, and landed in Xiaodie's outstretched palm.
"Buzz!"
The moment Xiaodie caught the Tianfengjin, a huge torrent of memories flooded into her sea of consciousness.
All the events of her past life flashed through her mind like a passing scene.
"Um!"
Xiaodie let out a slight groan, immediately closed her eyes and sat cross-legged, tightly holding the Tianfengjin in her hands, and began to digest the memories of her past life that Tianfengjin had instilled in her.
Ye Chen and Ruoxi looked at each other, and tacitly stood on both sides, quietly protecting Xiaodie.
Scenes of memory flowed through Xiaodie's consciousness.
Xiaodie's previous life was an orphan in the mortal world, alone and helpless.
An old lady who made a living by begging found the baby on the roadside.
The old grandmother was alone and had no children, so she treated her as her own granddaughter, taking her with her to beg for a living, and they depended on each other for survival.
Although life was hard, Xiaodie had a happy childhood with the company of her grandmother.
Until one winter when Xiaodie was eight years old.
That winter was exceptionally cold, with heavy snow and freezing weather.
The elderly grandmother could not survive the cold night and was frozen to death in the icy snow.
Xiaodie was heartbroken. She hugged the old lady's stiff body and cried heart-wrenchingly.
From that moment on, the young Xiao lost his only support and the last bit of warmth in the world.
Eight-year-old Xiaodie used her tender hands to dig a shallow grave in the mass grave outside the city and buried her grandmother.
From then on, she began a lonely life of wandering and begging.
At night, I slept in a dilapidated temple that was leaky and drafty.
They ate leftovers that they had fought with wild dogs for, and drank rainwater that had accumulated on the roadside.
She has suffered from the contempt and bullying of the world, and has witnessed the warmth and coldness and dangers of the world.
For countless nights, she curled up in a cold corner, suffering from hunger and cold, crying silently, missing the old grandmother with whom she had depended for eight years.
Just when she fell to the ground and was about to give up, an older brother appeared in front of her and pulled her back from the hands of death.
This is the original obsession buried deep in her heart, and it is also the greatest motivation for her hard practice.
That was a memory that I couldn't bear to look back on.
That year, famine swept across the mortal kingdom where Xiaodie lived.
The fields were barren, and the people were fleeing famine and becoming homeless. The corpses of people starving to the point of skin and bones could be seen everywhere on the roadside.
Begging has become harder than climbing to the sky.
No one had any extra food, and everyone was struggling on the brink of death.
Xiaodie hasn't eaten any food for several days.
Her small body collapsed on the side of the road due to hunger, her body was cold and her lips were chapped.
Her consciousness gradually blurred, and darkness surged like a tide, trying to swallow her up.
"Grandma...I...I'm coming to see you!"
Xiaodie's lips trembled slightly, and she was about to lose consciousness completely.
A handsome older brother dressed in white fell from the sky and appeared in her blurry sight.
"Are you... are you here to take me to the underworld?"
At that time, Xiaodie thought she was going to die and her elder brother was coming to take her to the underworld.
"well!"
The big brother in white sighed, squatted down, gently helped her up, and put a water bag to her lips.
"Drink some water."
Xiaodie swallowed subconsciously.
"Gudong."
The clear spring flows into the dry throat, like a refreshing rain after a long drought.
After Xiaodie drank just one sip of water, she felt a strange warmth flowing through her body, and she felt refreshed.
She opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at the big brother in white in front of her.
The big brother in white smiled slightly and took out some steaming barbecue and various fresh fruits from somewhere.
"Eat slowly and don't choke."
The intense hunger made her ignore everything else and she grabbed the barbecue and fruit and started to gobble them up.
Its tiny body seemed like a bottomless pit, swallowing up all the piles of barbecue and fruit.
This was the most delicious thing Xiaodie had ever eaten, and also the most filling she had ever been.
It was not until many years later, when Xiaodie embarked on the path to immortality and achieved success, that she understood.
What the big brother in white gave her to drink back then was not ordinary water at all, but the extremely precious spiritual liquid of creation.
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