Since ancient times, the human race and the demon race have been like water and fire, with smoke of war everywhere.
The demon race is formed from the cultivation of demon beasts. As the saying goes, those who are not of our race must have different hearts. In order to compete for resources, humans and demons have been fighting repeatedly since ancient times. Now the hatred is as deep as the sea and there is no room for turning back.
Luo Jianqing still knew about the war that Zuo Yunmo mentioned that lasted for 230 years. That war was a bloody battle in the history of the war between the two races. Three demon lords of the demon race perished, and two Mahayana cultivators of the human race also perished. One of them was the master of Haoming Peak of Taihua Mountain, one of Luo Jianqing's great masters.
However, Luo Jianqing had only been cultivating for thirty-six years. His era had long been peaceful, with rivers and seas clear and tranquil. The two races had not engaged in war for a full century. High-level demonic beasts remained in seclusion, and humans did not actively provoke conflict. Only cultivators below the Fusion Stage and demonic beasts below the eighth level would clash in border wars, but there had been no more wars.
Luo Jianqing often visited the Myriad Beast Ridge, a no-man's-land established by the human and demon races. Monsters below Rank Eight could enter freely, as could cultivators below the Fusion Stage. Here, life and death were determined by fate, and wealth and status were determined by chance. Both races could vent their hatred and slaughter at will.
Zuo Yunmo's chuckle echoed through the quiet courtyard. "Brother, although True Lord Beidou lacks strength, he achieved remarkable feats during that war, and thus acquired many treasures. The ruins you are training in this time contain his life-saving magical weapon, the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation. It's an Earth-level formation capable of killing Nascent Soul cultivators. It's a shame the ruins are now closed, otherwise you could have retrieved it. It would have been very useful in the future."
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing raised the corners of his lips slightly and asked, "Junior brother, when did you become so calculating?"
Zuo Yunmo said helplessly, "The sect competition will be held in half a year. Brother, I don't want to be scolded by the headmaster again."
After the two chatted and laughed for a while, the thousand paper cranes flapped their wings and slowly flew into the sky, soon disappearing from Luo Jianqing's sight. Looking at the clear sky, Luo Jianqing slowly narrowed his eyes, then turned around and returned to his room.
After returning, Luo Jianqing took out the blood-red jade token directly from the ring and looked at it carefully.
"Nine Records of Seizing the Heavens", this name is domineering enough, and just the two words "seizing the heavens" make Luo Jianqing feel awe-inspiring.
Beidou Zhenjun said this was a secret manual he had obtained, but Luo Jianqing found it impossible. Even if Beidou Zhenjun had obtained a large amount of wealth in the war and opened up a ruin far beyond the reach of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, he should not have obtained such a heaven-defying technique.
If Beidou Zhenjun had really practiced this technique, he would not have been chased by monsters and fallen a large realm, and finally died tragically.
After the battle with the phantom fox, Luo Jianqing only remembered the excruciating pain, followed by a period of memory loss. When he woke up again, he saw Li Xiuchen covered in blood.
After Li Xiuchen woke up these two days, although he was blind, he was not deaf or mute. Luo Jianqing asked someone to find out his condition. Li Xiuchen said that he only remembered that he had reached the last level and didn't know how he became like this.
——Li Xiuchen also lost his memory.
Luo Jianqing intuitively felt that this matter must be very complicated. He and Li Xiuchen might have had their memories erased by some powerful person.
After thinking about it, Luo Jianqing could only think that this matter was probably related to Beidou Zhenjun, but there was no way for him to enter the ruins and find out the truth.
Over two months after his rebirth, Luo Jianqing could clearly feel the spiritual energy slowly draining away. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to defeat his diligently trained Second Junior Brother Zuo Yunmo in the sect competition six months from now. Even Third Junior Sister Wei Qiongyin might be able to defeat him.
Most importantly, his realm may decline.
Thinking of this, Luo Jianqing tightly grasped the blood-red jade token in his hand.
Time passed outside the window, the sun slowly set behind the mountains, and the bright moon rose from the east. When the next morning's sunrise leaped out from the earth, Luo Jianqing walked silently to the window, gazing at the brilliant and vigorous round sun. Finally, he sighed deeply and returned to his bed.
This time, Luo Jianqing set up a barrier around the house and prohibited anyone from entering.
He thrust a ray of his spiritual consciousness into the jade token, and a moment later, the deafening voice rang out again, reciting the secret text from the "Nine Heavenly Records" in his mind. Luo Jianqing closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the soft couch, and formed hand seals in the air.
At the beginning, his speed was extremely slow, but as time went on, it became faster and faster, and finally formed a series of phantoms.
"Heaven and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs; time leaves no trace, viewing all living beings as worn-out shoes."
"Those of us who cultivate cultivation cultivate our original mind, ourselves, and all things in the world, but we do not cultivate the Way of Heaven!"
"What are you repairing?"
Luo Jianqing's body emitted a bright green light, and the thunderous sound boomed in his mind. He suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked through the roof to the sky!
"I cultivate the method of seizing the way of heaven. I go against the way of heaven, and I am heaven!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three-petaled green lotus between Luo Jianqing's brows shone brightly, and an ancient aura slowly rose from the ground, forming a phantom of nothingness, like thin snakes, wrapping around Luo Jianqing's body. However, Luo Jianqing seemed to be unaware of anything. After these thin snakes penetrated his body, they all transformed into boiling spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy seethed like magma, madly colliding with every meridian in Luo Jianqing's body. He gritted his teeth in agony, but blood still flowed from the corner of his lips. This blood contained a vast amount of spiritual power. In the end, Luo Jianqing could no longer bear it and spat out a mouthful of blood!
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