The Cliff of Broken Love, located in the north of Qizhou, is a major dangerous place among the Thirty-Six States.
Throughout history, everyone knew that the Cliff of Broken Love was a cliff split apart by a battle between two great masters of the Spiritualization Stage many years ago, but they didn't take it too seriously. The Cliff of Broken Love wasn't particularly dangerous, and almost all Mahayana cultivators who entered it could escape unscathed.
Until this day, most of the powerful people and demons died at the bottom of this cliff.
Of the eight great families of the human race, the elites of the Bai family were annihilated, the ancestor of the Yun family fell, the head of the Cang family was dead, and the elders of the Mo family all had their natal stones shattered. The Yu, Que, Wei, and Geng families also suffered countless casualties. The Bai family, the leader of the eight, suffered the heaviest casualties. In the ancestral hall, more than half of the natal tablets were completely shattered, leaving debris all over the ground.
Of the four great sects, the Guiyuan and Feihua sects remained closed, while the Duanhun and Shenjian sects were nearly annihilated. The Duanhun sect's strongest, Patriarch Guiyan, perished at the foot of the Broken Love Cliff. Only Patriarch Jianxiao of the Shenjian sect survived, but aside from him, the Shenjian sect no longer had any cultivators above the Mahayana stage.
It was also on the morning of this day that a disciple from Cangshuang Peak of Taihua Mountain was ordered to clean up Lingyun Hall.
The Lingyun Hall houses a portrait of Taihua Zhenjun, the founder of Taihua Mountain, and four tiers of lighthouses. The top tier is empty, the second tier has only one light, and the lights continue to grow as you go down.
Originally, the first floor held Xuan Lingzi's natal lamp, and the second floor held two lamps: one for Luo Jianqing and one for Hao Xingzi. After Xuan Lingzi and Luo Jianqing defected, the sect leader, Hao Xingzi, had the two lamps removed, and they were no longer enshrined in Lingyun Hall.
One day, a new disciple was carefully cleaning the floor, wiping the bluestone tiles bit by bit with a damp cloth, when he heard a crisp "click!" The disciple looked up in surprise and looked around, but saw nothing unusual.
Then he lowered his head to wipe the floor again, but this time, when he had just wiped a brick, he heard -
boom!
The fragments of the jade lamp flew past the disciple, frightening him so much that he crawled back a few steps and looked up...
"Oh no! Oh no! The Master's natal lamp is broken!!!"
Among humans, there are spiritual objects that can sustain life. Various factions have passed down some secret methods since ancient times, which are used to make natal lamps, natal stones, natal tablets, etc. However, among the demons, once a demon beast dies, no one knows what will happen.
It was two days later when news of the human race's heavy casualties reached the Thirteen Seas of the Demon Realm. Upon hearing this news, countless demonic beasts were horrified and swarmed frantically towards the Cliff of Broken Love, eager to learn about the demon race's situation.
When they crossed the boundaries of the Thirty-Six States and arrived at the Cliff of Broken Love, they saw a green figure in the distance.
A man in a green robe swayed in the wind, outlining his slender figure. He stood at the edge of the Cliff of Broken Love, seemingly teetering under the clear sky. In his left hand, he held a sword, encircled by silver serpents of lightning; in his right, he held another sword, its blade flashing with golden light.
He stood calmly on the edge of the Cliff of Broken Love, letting the icy wind brush against his face and whip his long hair up. The wind roared and surged, as if it could blow the young man away in the next second, but he still relied on his thin body to keep his feet firmly on the ground, and no matter how strong the wind was, he did not waver.
On the third day, Du Jue Tianlao rushed from the bottom of the Broken Love Cliff to the top, where he immediately spotted Luo Jianqing. He flipped his hand and manipulated the white Qilin horn, transforming into a snow-white Qilin, which roared and charged towards Luo Jianqing. But Luo Jianqing seemed oblivious, staring blankly ahead. Only when the Qilin was about to reach him did he raise his Frost Floating Sword and repel it.
The blood on his left arm had long dried up, and Luo Jianqing's posture of wielding the Frost Floating Sword was very strange, but his surging spiritual power did not weaken at all, and he lifted up a large piece of fur on the Qilin.
Du Juetian Lao did not act rashly again.
At this moment, countless powerful people from the demon and human races have arrived.
Among these people, the highest cultivation level was only at the early stage of the Great Vehicle Stage, while the vast majority of cultivators and demon beasts were only at the Fusion Stage or below. This wasn't to say that the strength of the cultivators of the two clans had declined to such an extent, but rather that over the past twenty years, countless peerless masters of the two clans had been killed or injured.
Among the demon clan, the demon lord Xing Wei was imprisoned by humans, the demon lord Hao Ming had his demon pill destroyed, and the demon lord Yin Ji died!
Among the human race, Mo Qianqiu had long been dead, and the righteous path had suffered heavy casualties. Of the top ten powerful humans, only Qi Luo, Guanglingzi, Qin Siyi, and Qin Guihe remained!
If this is a massacre, then the battlefield is directed at the top people.
The result of this war seemed to be that Luo Jianqing won, but he did not show any joy. He just stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the extremely distant place.
Along the connecting line of mountains, peaks undulate like waves. Verdant green dotted the mountain ranges, and curls of smoke rose from the valleys. A round sunset slowly sank toward the horizon, its orange-yellow glow filling the sky, tinging the clouds and softening the howling cold wind, stretching out and spreading forward.
Under such a sky, how many mortals are unaware of the great war taking place above the clouds and still live happily.
A mortal's life is but a mere hundred years. We are born peacefully and leave peacefully.
This is perfection.
Even if you transcend the realm of incarnation and ascend to immortality in one step, what will it be in the end?
It's just going to a more powerful world, getting more powerful strength, and then walking alone, waiting for the day when no breakthrough can be made and the deadline comes.
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