The more Yin Bi saw the man's face, the dark surrounding him faded away like the receding tide. It was like the clouds and mist covering his eyes were brushed away, and his heart suddenly became clear.
It turned out to be him. It was indeed him.
Even if you have never seen him before, you can still recognize him clearly. Who else could it be besides Zhen Xianyi Lingxiao?
Yin Biyue held the Linyuan Sword and stared at the person in front of him. It was like looking at oneself in a mirror or looking at one's reflection in water. He felt extremely close yet extremely unfamiliar for no reason.
The man walked towards him step by step, his eyes far away and indifferent, until he passed through his body without any obstacles and continued to move forward. He was wearing a simple ebony crown, a plain white Taoist robe, and an extremely cold expression.
Who is real and who is an illusion? How can we tell the difference?
At this moment, my body and soul are separated, and I have entered an unknown state. Nothing can be judged by common sense, and only instinctive intuition remains.
Yin Biyue turned around and looked casually, and found that they were actually on the Tongtian Snow Peak.
The wind was strong and fierce, blowing snowflakes everywhere, and the corners of the two people's robes fluttered. His vision was blocked, and he could not see the person standing opposite Yi Lingxiao, but only a corner of the ink-colored robe.
The immortal held a sword, blood dripping from it. Behind him were ruined palaces and a road covered with blood and corpses, which was shocking.
The boundless snowfield was at his feet and the sky full of stars was above his head.
This scene seemed to have happened just yesterday, and was strikingly similar to when he was fighting his way up to the Tongtian Snow Peak.
The Immortal spoke, his voice slightly hoarse.
"You called me Senior Brother, which means there is a cause and effect between us. If Buddha can't save you, I will."
His tone was extremely calm, without a trace of emotion.
Yin Biyue suddenly felt extremely sad. It was like a huge rock fell on his chest, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.
This emotion did not belong to him, but came from Yi Lingxiao's heavy pain.
How could this be? All the suffering in the world is nothing but powerlessness, but the True Immortal has already reached the heavenly level and has achieved the Great Dao, so how can he also feel pain?
If you are so sad, why not speak out?
Yin Biyue thought blankly.
He ran forward, just wanting to take a look at the man in the black robe, even if there was no reason. There was the whistling sound of the wind in his ears, and Yin Biyue, who should have been in a state of mind without restraint, still felt an extremely terrifying pressure.
I don’t know what they said next, Yi Lingxiao threw the Linyuan Sword to the person opposite.
The sword brought up a gust of wind, and the man caught the hilt with his backhand, raised his hand neatly, and swung the sword horizontally.
In an instant, thunders exploded from the sky, the flying snow curtain burst into powder, and the ground veins shook violently and cracks appeared.
The long sword carried a bloody aura and supreme power, piercing straight into the sky with the true immortal intention.
Yin Biyue's soul was burning with pain, and he gritted his teeth and ran forward until he finally saw the man's face clearly. He couldn't help but stop, and even though the ground shook and the roar was deafening, he couldn't react at all.
That face is 70% similar to that of my senior brother.
Close at hand, he stretched out his hand and passed through the man's sleeve without any surprise. In a moment, he was infinitely stretched. Before the sword of Linyuan, which was clearly capable of destroying the world, fell, he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming sorrow and pain. He could no longer tell who this emotion belonged to, him or Yi Lingxiao.
His vision darkened, and everything seemed to be crumbling. The space seemed to be shattered, and a force was pulling him away.
He watched the color of his outstretched hand fade, and at the last moment when his figure disappeared, he finally called out "Senior Brother".
I tried my best, but I couldn't even hear a sound.
But by coincidence, at the same moment, the man opened his thin lips and called out softly, "Senior Brother..."
Overlapping with his silent cry.
Then he raised his eyes, passed Yi Lingxiao, and looked in his direction.
Suddenly meeting familiar eyes, Yin Biyue was shocked and almost thought that the other person saw him!
His eyes are clear, without worries or fears.
It seemed as if it was looking at him from afar, as if it were separated by a million years.
There are three thousand great ways, and they are all in his sight.
But in a flash, the world in front of him became completely dark, as if something had suddenly shattered, with a sharp and piercing echo. Between heaven and earth was a vast night, and he stood alone, with no living creatures or human voices.
A vast sea of fragmented memories came flooding in, and Yin Biyue was overwhelmed by unimaginable pain.
In the distant outer universe, a bright star burned with an ice-blue flame, emitting light quietly, as if watching him, indifferent and compassionate.
The severe pain that swept through my body slowly subsided, and the fragments of memory quickly pieced together into pictures and fragments.
At this moment, the feeling of being close yet distant became completely clear.
Why did Master say that Linyuan Sword chose me? Where did the Dean's trust come from? And there was also the inexplicable attitude of Guan, Wuwang and others.
All the doubts in the past were connected into a line, the confusion was solved, and I woke up from the dream.
The more Yin Bi thought about it, the more I realized that I was Yi Lingxiao.
The True Immortal of the Age of Saints a million years ago, and now the him of the Age of Stars, was originally one person.
Even if millions or tens of millions of years pass, and the world changes dramatically, as long as he remembers where he came from and who he is, then nothing will change.
He is the most remarkable legend, and he is also the most mundane and ordinary person.
Before he had the good name "Yi Lingxiao", he was a boy who hoped not to fail in exams, loved to read hot-blooded novels about leveling up and fighting monsters, and had some middle school fantasies in his heart. When he grew up, he worked from nine to five and had to deal with the daily necessities of life.
In that world, most people are like this. They are not losers, nor are they idols. They are just ordinary people who work hard to live.
Even the time travel was the most unoriginal way - a car accident and a tire travel. Then life became a story, and he became Yi Lingxiao.
As an ordinary person with an average IQ, I didn't think that I was a superhero just because I could travel through time. I carefully adapted to the new world, learned new rules, and grew up step by step. I started practicing, and my physique was barely good, but I often had inexplicable good luck.
Because of his good fortune, he was once self-inflated and thought he was a hero. However, he encountered many dangers between life and death. If it weren't for his junior brother's rescue, he would have lost his life. How could he dare to think of being the protagonist? He just settled down and sought the truth.
A hundred years passed slowly, and his life was no different from that of the monks in this world. He was really afraid that he would forget the past.
Therefore, my only evil taste is to use a sleight of hand to write the sword manual into the notebook, referring to the popular Mary Sue cultivation novel in my previous life, and named it "The Evil Immortal and the Cold and Pretty Concubine", in which I record some trivial things in a teasing tone.
The one who wrote the most was his fellow junior fellow student named Mo Changyuan.
Initially, it was because his junior fellow apprentice was more handsome than him, the most handsome in the cultivation world; his cultivation was higher than his, the highest among the younger generation. No matter where he stood, his presence was sky-high.
Later, it was because his junior fellow student treated him well without principles.
When he gets into trouble, his junior brothers will clean up the mess; when he is in danger, his junior brothers will try to rescue him; when his junior brothers get some rare treasure, they will think of him first.
Yi Lingxiao thought again about the time when they first met as apprentice. He had the courage to strike up a conversation and said, "From now on, I will be your senior brother. We will share the happiness together and I will protect you if you have any problems!" How shameless he was.
It was obvious that he had been relying on his junior brother all the way. The junior brother was omnipotent.
After breaking through to the Mahayana stage, Yi Lingxiao received an invitation from the most beautiful woman in the cultivation world, inviting him to attend the birthday banquet of his master's saint. The letter was long and to the effect that the two sects had been friends for a long time and hoped that they would not become estranged in the future. At the end of the letter, he implicitly expressed his wish to merge with the sect.
Yi Lingxiao was used to being casual, and Zhu Gusheng didn't understand it, so he took it to ask his disciple. Mo Changyuan glanced at the last few lines and said calmly, "There's nothing wrong. Please represent the master to attend the birthday banquet, and I will go with you."
Yi Lingxiao felt relieved and was led by his junior brother, humming a little tune as they set off.
On the way, they passed a mountain where bandits were entrenched. They were ambushed and killed. They were just ordinary murderers who wanted to steal treasures. They had seen this hundreds of times before. However, Mo Changyuan was full of murderous intent and his temperament changed drastically. He killed people all over the place and killed everyone who passed by. It seemed like he was possessed by a demon.
It took Yi Lingxiao blocking a sword for him to come to his senses.
The birthday banquet was delayed, and the journey back to the master's sect was long. Yi Lingxiao took his junior brother to Xingshan Temple instead. He heard that there were the best medical practitioners there, and he also hoped that his junior brother could learn Buddhism and get rid of his demonic nature.
At that time, he thought that if Xingshan Temple could not cure him, he would try other methods, but he must not give up treatment.
Unexpectedly, when the chief lecturer of Xingshan Temple saw them, he said the four words "those involved are often confused".
He pointed to two stars in the sky and said to him, "You are the son of good fortune, with everything going smoothly for you and reaching the top. He is the star of disaster, not only does his fortune conflict with yours, but he is also trapped in evil karma and has committed many sins."
After saying this, he vomited blood and stopped talking.
Yi Lingxiao thought to himself, am I really the protagonist who traveled through time and space, and my junior brother is the villain?
What nonsense! I don't believe it.
Mo Changyuan was sitting in the dark Zen room. Yi Lingxiao pushed the door open and came in.
"Do you really want to stay here? I...I'll keep you company."
"You go back."
"I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable staying here alone."
"It hurts even more to see you."
His best junior fellow disciple didn't want to see him. Yi Lingxiao went out disheartened.
When he went out, he ran into Le Guan, the direct disciple of the chief lecturer. He had a kind face and was said to be born with wisdom, but he made him uncomfortable no matter how he looked at him.
He stayed in Xingshan Temple for a month. Mo Changyuan only discussed Buddhism with Laguan and was extremely cold when he saw him.
Yi Lingxiao was finally sure that his junior brother had made new friends, but he was still unwilling to accept it.
"Aren't you going to come back with me?"
Mo Changyuan's aura was rising steadily, making him breathless. "I have already entered the realm of saints. According to the rules of the sect, I am qualified to start my own sect. You should not call me your fellow apprentice."
Yi Lingxiao was horrified and murmured in disbelief, "Junior brother, you and I have been friends for a hundred years, and you..."
"I've had enough of you."
Yi Lingxiao felt like he was struck by lightning and walked away in a daze.
Le Guan emerged from behind a screen that concealed his presence, "Have you softened your heart? You and he have conflicting fortunes. As long as you don't leave him, he won't be able to achieve great things."
Mo Changyuan said coldly, "Nonsense."
After a month of communication, the two most gifted spiritual geniuses of the time began to explore a method to connect Buddhism, Taoism and magic, break the barriers between spiritual and martial arts, and pursue the supreme power to turn the world upside down.
Liao Guan wanted to be immortal and not enter the cycle of reincarnation, while Mo Changyuan wanted to change the destiny of heaven. Both of them were crazy.
Yi Lingxiao returned to the mountain for seclusion and did not encounter any shackles, and his breakthrough was extremely smooth.
When he heard the news about Mo Changyuan when he came out of retreat, he subconsciously denied it, "What nonsense! My junior brother is practicing Buddhism in Xingshan Temple, how could he be possessed by a demon?"
He now has a high level of cultivation, a high status and a high seniority, so no one dares to refute what he says.
But soon I was slapped in the face by reality.
Because Mo Changyuan not only became a demon, he also established a demon palace in the snowy plains of Donglu, preaching the law and establishing a sect, with twelve guardians under his command, each in charge of a palace.
Yi Lingxiao went to the snowy plain alone and broke into Changyuan Palace, but found that his junior fellow apprentice looked at him like a stranger.
"We cannot work together if we are not on the same path. I have never owed you anything in the past, so don't come looking for me in the future."
"I went up the mountain to become a disciple, and was enlightened. For one hundred and forty years, we practiced and traveled together, and now you just say 'If we are on different paths, we cannot work together'?!"
Yi Lingxiao thought sadly, what's more, you were so good to me before, have you forgotten... I have practiced very hard, and now I am a saint, I will never hold you back again, will you come back?
Unfortunately, he couldn't say these words.
The other party said, "What do you want? I feel disgusted when I see you," and I turned around and left.
Mo Changyuan looked at his back, his pupils suddenly changed color, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Tianluo Jiuzhuan's practice was not going smoothly, and he often lost control of his emotions, especially when evil thoughts and desires were rampant in his heart. He didn't know what kind of terrible method he had created.
When Yi Lingxiao returned this time, he closed the life and death gate without saying a word. It took ten years. After he came out of the gate, twelve thunder and fire disasters fell from the sky. He took the flowing fire from the sky and recast the sword in his hand. The golden light and auspicious clouds were endless, and it took three days and three nights to dissipate. People in the world said that he had become a "true immortal".
Later on, he rarely even wrote notes anymore, as if the interesting little things in life had become boring.
The more truths of the world you come into contact with, the more insignificant the subtle emotions deep in the human heart become compared to the Three Thousand Great Avenues and the vast universe beyond.
He finally became a monk who was not moved by external things and had a calm mind.
Another hundred years passed, the demonic path grew stronger, and unrest occurred from time to time on the borders of several continents.
As for Yi Lingxiao and Mo Changyuan, the world only knew that they were the True Immortal and the Demon Lord, and no one remembered that they were once brothers.
After more than a hundred years, Yi Lingxiao went to Donglu again. On the bank of the Min River, the wind was howling and the waves were floating in the sky.
His sleeves fluttered in the wind, as if he was going to ride on the wind to go home.
"Now that I have no worries and am not tainted by worldly karma, this is a good time to prove the truth of emptiness."
Over the years, he was a teacher and friend through life and death, and he never accepted any disciples. All the familiar people and things were taken away by time. After a brief recollection, he realized that the only connection between him and this world was the person in front of him.
Mo Changyuan's eyes were no longer clear, and were filled with madness. "Where are you going?"
Yi Lingxiao said calmly, "Go wherever you want to go. It doesn't matter to me where you are."
"You are still in this world now. I will destroy this world and see how you can be free of worries and realize the void."
Yi Lingxiao was a little angry, "I know you hate me, but how can personal grudges involve innocent people? How did you become like this? It's a waste of your time studying Buddhism."
Mo Changyuan raised his head and laughed, his eyes were red, and his black hair was dancing wildly, "I was born a demon, which Buddha can save me?"
This smile is the flames of war that lasted for a hundred years.
The Demon Palace and the righteous path went into full-scale war. The Age of Saints was overturned, and the Age of the Last Dharma arrived.
More and more people joined the battle, and more and more people died. The blood permeated the land into black and red, and the rolling river was also dyed red.
Whenever the True Immortal and the Demon Lord meet and fight, the wind and clouds change color and the sea becomes turbulent.
Yi Lingxiao knew that he could not kill Mo Changyuan, no matter for his cultivation or selfishness. Seeing the scorched earth and devastation everywhere, he felt that the balance of life and death between heaven and earth was broken, and there would be a catastrophe.
Mo Changyuan seemed to understand his purpose and deliberately avoided him.
Since he couldn't find anyone in Changyuan Palace, he went up to Tongtian Snow Peak alone with his sword and finally met Mo Changyuan.
Yi Lingxiao stood in the snow, looking at the person in front of him, and said calmly, "You have been controlled by that technique and have lost your original heart."
The Demon Lord was somewhat sober today, "Brother, I can't turn back."
He now has little time to remember that he left in order to help his brother attain enlightenment, and that he practiced the Nine Turns of Tianluo in order to find a way to change the conflicting fortunes.
Why has it come to this?
"You called me Senior Brother, which means there is a cause and effect between us." Yi Lingxiao sighed, "If Buddha doesn't save you, I will."
He threw the Linyuan Sword over and dispersed the protective energy. "What is your obsession? Kill me? If I die, will you feel relieved? I can die as long as you stop killing people."
Mo Changyuan took the sword and stabbed him in the chest. This sword stirred up the energy of heaven and earth, dark clouds covered the sun, and heavy snow and wind blew.
Suddenly his eyes fell on some empty space. He didn't know what he saw, but he smiled slightly.
When the light faded, he stood in front of Yi Lingxiao.
The sword of Linyuan pierced into his heart. Blood gushed out.
"I feel bad when I see you, but I don't want to kill you."
Yi Lingxiao felt panic for the first time since he became a True Immortal. He wanted to transfer his True Essence to repair his junior brother's heart meridian, but the technique he practiced was incompatible with the magic technique. He could only hold the man in his arms, at a loss. "What did you say?"
"If I could start over again..."
There is a great understanding between life and death. Mo Changyuan was determined to die, and just now, he glimpsed the boundary of the mystery of time. In that glance, he saw a turning point.
His vitality was fading away quickly, but Tianluo Jiuzhuan was able to operate on its own, and a wisp of his soul was separated and remained in the sword.
An unknown amount of time had passed before the person in his arms stopped breathing and his body turned into ashes and dissipated. His blood was once again covered by the vast white snow, leaving only Yi Lingxiao alone.
"I sought the ruthless way of the Supreme Being. Now I have obtained benevolence. I am truly alone and untouched by worldly ties, but I do not feel that I have attained the Way."
"If there is a next life, I will exchange my life with yours."
Give me the suffering, struggle, sins and evil karma, and give you the perfect enlightenment.
If there really is a story, I hope you can be the protagonist and I can be the villain.
The words of a saint are so powerful that they resonate with heaven and earth.
He realized the void, but didn't know where to go. He stepped into the turbulence of time and space and forgot his past. Only the subconscious of being a villain chose his fate for him.
The soul is thrown into the three thousand worlds, seeking the truth from the beginning, and realizing one's true heart.
At the beginning, Mo Changyuan gave away all his extraordinary skills in exchange for an opportunity to meet again.
So Yi Lingxiao experienced life and death in many lifetimes, and returned here again, back to the place where it all began.
As the stars rotate, the fate of the Son of Fortune and the World-Destroying Star becomes entangled, and the predetermined destiny is completely disrupted.
Cangya Mountain, Yecheng, Xingshan Temple, Donglu, the reunited Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue had made countless choices before they knew it, and each choice determined the outcome of today.
It was just a dream. Yin Biyue woke up from a long meditation. The real time was only from morning to dusk. The night wind was howling, and the cold starlight fell on the snowy field, like a field of silver flakes.
He stood up holding the Linyuan Sword and bowed to the void to thank Mr. Chengguo for his help.
Then he walked towards the Meteorite Abyss.
Since our tradition is that the junior protects the senior, I am the junior in this life, so it is my turn to protect you.
With the destiny of the stars above and the three thousand worlds as my witness, I will bring you back right now and marry you home.
The author has something to say: This chapter is really awesome! ! Mysterious aura! Let's ask him!
Paper Roll: Where does your confidence come from?
Bi Yue: Huh? Am I not? I always thought I was the one above. Look, I slept with my senior brother last time...
Toilet paper: That's the version with the light on. Just wait till you get confused.
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