As the provincial capital closest to the Far North, Qizhou is sparsely populated and has few towns.
Unlike other state capitals with vast expanses of greenery, nor like Cenzhou which is surrounded by white water, in Cenzhou, the overwhelming yellow sand covers everything, and the dry soil along with the exposed ridges rush straight into everyone's sight.
Desolate, barren, bleak and desolate.
Luo Jianqing had no intention of stopping to rest while walking in such a place. He and Xuan Lingzi flew swiftly through the air, their figures transforming into two streams of light. They would not stop until they saw a populated town and adjusted themselves briefly.
"There's still about a month until the gale in the Far North ends," Luo Jianqing said. "Master, let's just walk around Qizhou a little longer, stopping at each town to take a look. I think by the time we reach the Far North, the gale should have passed."
Xuan Lingzi nodded gently: "Okay."
Ordinary mortals rarely inhabit desolate and desolate places like Qizhou. The harsh environment makes survival difficult, and cultivators often come here to train. Some cultivators rest in Qizhou before entering the Far North, while others simply train there.
Because, to the north of Qizhou, there is a cliff called Broken Love.
It was rumored that eighty thousand years ago, two of humanity's greatest powers engaged in a fierce battle in Qizhou. That battle caused the heavens and the earth to change color, with ghosts wailing and gods howling. One master pointed his sword at the heavens, while the other slashed the sky with his broadsword. The battle was evenly matched, and the situation was fierce.
They battled for ten years without a clear winner. That was until one day, when one of the mighty beings suddenly broke through and ascended to immortality. Before leaving, he struck down the other mighty being with a single blow, killing him and leaving behind an unfathomable chasm.
Broken love cliff.
At the edge of the Cliff of Broken Love, there is a deep abyss. It seems to be a bottomless pit. Even those who are great in the Mahayana stage will have no chance of coming out once they enter.
However, in the world of cultivation, there's a saying that danger always accompanies opportunity. While Luo Jianqing didn't understand how a powerful human from 80,000 years ago could possess such incredible power, he knew that beneath the Cliff of Broken Love, there was undoubtedly a tremendous opportunity. He didn't know what this opportunity was, or perhaps it was simply that no one in the world knew what it was, but everyone agreed: there was an opportunity here!
Luo Jianqing and his companion stayed in each remote town for a day or two, and then continued on their journey.
The further north they went, the more prosperous it became, as many cultivators, like them, stayed in Qizhou, waiting for the strong wind to pass before entering the Far North in search of opportunities. Cultivators who dared to seek opportunities in the Far North and the Cliff of Broken Love were undoubtedly extraordinary. Some had cultivation levels as low as the early Golden Core stage, while even higher levels reached the Tribulation Crossing stage!
That evening, Luo Jianqing arrived at another town. There were quite a few cultivators in the town, but they didn't react at all to the arrival of Luo Jianqing and the others. Only a few looked at them warily, reaching for their weapons.
Luo Jianqing glanced at those people lightly and released a little bit of pressure. Those people's faces immediately changed and they quickly got up and left.
Luo Jianqing raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "In a place like this, not to mention whether we might encounter the natural dangers of the Far North, I think human nature is the most unpredictable. If we hadn't used our cultivation to suppress those people just now, I'm afraid they wouldn't give us a good life next time."
Although Xuan Lingzi hadn't left Taihua Mountain for a hundred years, he wasn't a complete greenhouse flower. He looked up at the direction those people left and said calmly, "When you go out to gain experience, you need to be wary of your own kind."
Luo Jianqing nodded: "I know, but with you here, Master, do I need to worry?"
Xuan Lingzi helplessly lowered his eyes to look at the disciple beside him, and raised the corners of his lips calmly, with a hint of "What can I do to you?"
The two quickly found an inn and stayed there tonight.
Although this town was small, it had over a dozen inns. Even so, every one was nearly full. Luo Jianqing searched seven or eight before finding one with a vacant room. The fact that the Far North was about to open was one thing, but another was that this town was very close to the Cliff of Broken Love!
Standing by the window, Luo Jianqing reached out and pushed the window open.
After a "creak", a cool night breeze blew from afar, mixed with the fishy smell of soil.
The moonlight shone softly and tenderly on the young man's light blue clothes, as if draped in a layer of silver gauze. His handsome brows furrowed slightly, and a complex expression flashed across his picturesque face. As he gazed at the black shadow in the distance, Luo Jianqing pursed his lips in silence, saying nothing.
Looking from here, the black shadow was like a wild beast, swallowing up half of the sky.
It towered, pointed, piercing the sky, appearing ferocious and terrifying in the darkness, like a sudden rise from the plain, filled with countless discords and incongruities. But in fact, at least 90% of the people in this town came here just for it.
It is the Cliff of Broken Love, and also the place where Luo Jianqing was buried in his previous life.
That day, on the Cliff of Broken Love, Luo Jianqing was cornered by hundreds of righteous cultivators. Looking back was a bottomless abyss, and looking forward were the enraged righteous cultivators. Days of pursuit had long since drained his spiritual energy. Even at the end of his strength, he still clung to the Chasing Sound Sword, hoping for a glimmer of hope.
Then, Li Xiuchen's words made him completely give up. He gave up resistance on the Cliff of Broken Love and endured the sword piercing his heart.
Luo Jianqing didn't know what his fate would be after his death. He might be taken away by the Taihua Mountain disciples led by Li Xiuchen, or he might be torn into pieces by the angry righteous people, or maybe he fell into a deep abyss and his body was never found.
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