Chapter 837: The meaning of cultivating immortality?
The other side.
The Immortal Bridge carried the old ghost Lingxu through layers of clouds, with melodious fairy music in his ears, rosy clouds lingering around him, and his heart full of longing for the fairyland.
After five thousand years of cultivation, he had heard the legend countless times - the fairyland should be a place with jade buildings towering into the sky, golden steps and jade pillars reaching the clouds, spiritual rivers flowing around the fairy mountains, exotic flowers and plants blooming all year round, with fairies dancing gracefully and immortal elders playing chess. The immortal energy is so rich that it can be condensed into substance, and a casual inhalation is equivalent to a hundred years of hard cultivation in the Cangyun Realm.
At this moment, he only felt the immortal power surging throughout his body. His broken limbs had long since healed, his withered body became upright, and even his hair was glowing with a faint golden light.
I only hope to enter the legendary paradise as soon as possible, drink and chat with the immortals, and tell them about the hardships of practicing Taoism over the years.
But now you can indulge in reverie.
Boom——!
The fairy bridge under his feet suddenly began to tremble, and the colorful light receded like the tide, and the fairy spirit around him instantly became thinner.
The heavenly music lingering in my ears came to an abrupt end, replaced by a deadly cold wind that rustled my clothes and brought a biting chill to my bones.
The huge gap between the two made the old ghost Lingxu feel depressed.
Looking down, I saw that the originally dazzling fairy bridge was turning into points of light and dissipating in the vast void.
"How could this be?" He exclaimed in surprise, his body involuntarily continuing to fly upwards.
But the scene before him completely overturned his cognition.
The brilliant clouds that had brought us here were long gone, replaced by a gray, dead sky.
The "fairy mountain" in the distance turned out to be bare rocks with no grass growing on it. The mountain was covered with hideous cracks, as if it had experienced a devastating war.
The so-called "Spirit River" is nothing more than a dry ravine. Broken pieces of fairy jade and rusted remains of magic weapons are scattered at the bottom of the valley, emitting a faint aura of death.
Further away, several ruined palace ruins were suspended in the void, their glazed tiles had long since faded and peeled off.
The temple pillars broke and the eaves collapsed.
Only a few rays of setting sun shone through the thick clouds, giving this desolate land a layer of sad dimness.
How could this be the prosperous fairyland in the legend?
Dongming is a ruin after a catastrophe!
The old ghost Lingxu was shocked, and his five thousand years of cognition collapsed.
"This... is this the fairyland? This is not right..."
"Where is Master Yuci?"
"Where's Tu Shanyue's fox?"
He subconsciously released his spiritual consciousness to investigate, but found that the airspace was terrifyingly dead and silent.
Apart from his own immortal power, he couldn't even sense the breath of any immortals. Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was so thin that it was almost non-existent.
Only a vague sense of desolation and majesty permeated every inch of the void.
When you are at a loss and don't know where to go.
Suddenly, thick clouds of blue-gray fog surged in front of him, like solidified tides, blocking his way.
Amidst the rolling clouds and mist, there was not a trace of immortal energy, but rather a hint of sharp sword intent, which made this newly promoted immortal subconsciously tense up.
He took a tentative step forward, and the mist automatically opened a path.
At the end, a figure in white stood quietly in the void.
The man had an upright figure, dressed in spotless white clothes. Even in this desolate place, it was difficult to conceal his extraordinary temperament.
He had his back to the old ghost Lingxu, holding a long sword in his hand. The scabbard was simple and emitted a faint green glow. Although the sword was not unsheathed, the old ghost Lingxu could feel a familiar sharp sword intent, which was completely different from Chen Huaian's free and easy sword intent, but equally frightening.
What surprised me even more was that the silhouette and posture of that figure looked vaguely familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before...
But when I tried to identify him carefully, the figure seemed vague and ethereal, and I couldn't remember who he was.
Lingxu, the old ghost, suppressed his doubts and wariness, bowed, and said loudly, "I am Lingxu, and I have just ascended from the Cangyun Realm. I wonder who you are, my immortal friend? Why is this place so desolate? Have I not yet entered the true immortal realm? If so, could you please show me the way?"
The words echoed in the clouds and mist, but there was no response.
The figure in white still had his back to her, motionless, like a frozen sculpture, only her sleeves fluttering gently in the cold wind.
Old ghost Lingxu has a bad temper.
I feel that this white-robed swordsman in front of me is a bit pretentious.
But you are the younger generation, and they are the seniors, so you can only endure and wait for a long time.
Thirty seconds later, 놛 finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Are you deaf? Can't you hear what I'm saying? If you're deaf, what if I poke you with the Human Emperor Banner?"
As soon as the old ghost Lingxu said this, the air froze instantly.
The originally motionless figure in white finally stopped moving.
His shoulders sank slightly and he slowly turned around.
As he turned around, the old ghost Lingxu's eyes were instantly attracted by the silver fox mask on the opposite face - the fox mask was carved with intricate cloud patterns, and there were deep dark holes in the eye sockets, as if they could swallow all the light around them, revealing an indescribable weirdness and majesty.
It looked... a bit like Tu Shanyue's fox face with a gilded tail, with a string of peach blossoms on the cheek.
Before I could think about why this fox mask looked familiar.
A violent and extremely coercive pressure suddenly exploded from the man in white, like a river pouring down from the sky, instantly enveloping the old ghost Lingxu.
"Plop!" Before the old ghost Lingxu could even think of resisting, his knee slammed heavily into the void.
The whole person was pinned to the ground by this pressure, as if a mountain thousands of feet high was pressing down on his back. His bones were creaking and blood was flowing uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.
This pressure is completely different from the power of the Heavenly Dao of the previous catastrophe.
That is pure, absolute power that transcends all others.
It was as if the chasm between immortals and mortals was so great that I didn't even have the courage to look up, and there was only endless despair in my heart.
"Senior, please spare my life!" Lingxu's expression changed instantly. His previous arrogance was gone, and his voice was trembling. "It's my fault for being blind and speaking nonsense. Please be magnanimous and don't bother with me!"
He never imagined that this man in white would be so terrifying. He had just ascended to become an immortal, but in his eyes, he was no different from an ant.
The man in white spoke slowly, his voice as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion: "This place is the Immortal Realm. My name is Bai Jian, and I am the Sword Master of the Immortal Realm, and also the ruler of this Immortal Realm."
"Master?!" Lingxu's heart trembled, and he immediately flattered, "So it's the Immortal Emperor! Old Lingxu, I've just ascended from the Cangyun Realm and know nothing about the Immortal Realm. If I could follow you, I would be your loyal follower and serve you wholeheartedly!"
But he was thinking in his heart: How could he meet the Immortal Emperor right after ascending to heaven?
I'm afraid it's just a title given to him by the enemy to win over people.
The fairy world is so big, there must be gangs and factions. No matter which faction Bai Jian belongs to, it is better to join him and make a living than to wander around in this desolate place.
Bai Jian glanced at him calmly, and that look through the silver fox mask still made Lingxu old ghost feel cold all over: "You are not qualified to follow me."
After a pause, he continued, "You were rude just now and angered me. This should be a capital crime. However, considering that you are new to the immortal world and don't know the rules, I will give you a chance."
The old ghost Lingxu was cursing in his heart.
You haven't spoken for a long time, like a mute. Who knew you had such a bad temper?
Isn’t this a scam?
But on the surface, he could only nod repeatedly: "Thank you, Immortal Emperor, for your mercy!
I will be careful with my words and actions in the future and never make the same mistake again!"
Bai Jian said no more, stretched out his hand, and an invisible force grabbed the old ghost Lingxu.
Then, he raised his hand and tore the void. A dark space crack appeared instantly, and bursts of violent space turbulence came from it.
Before the old ghost Lingxu could respond, he was lifted up by Bai Jian and stepped directly into the crack.
But in an instant, the two of them crossed the endless space and landed in a dark place.
There was no light here, and one could only vaguely see towering black rock walls all around, and a faint metallic smell filled the air.
Under your feet, there are crisscrossing mineral veins. The ore contained in the veins is snow-white, like the finest white jade.
Looking closely, one can see fine gold threads slowly flowing inside the ore, emitting a faint luster.
The old ghost Lingxu had an idea.
This ore looks unusual, it must be a top-grade immortal material that can assist in repairing the chain!
It seems that Bai Jian wants to use me and let me guard this mine?
Just as he was about to express his loyalty, he heard Bai Jian say coldly, "From this day forward, you will mine ore here."
"Mining ore?" Lingxu Old Ghost was bewildered and subconsciously asked, "Immortal... Immortal Emperor, could this ore be an immortal material that can improve my cultivation?"
Bai Jian glanced at him, his tone calm, "This is cloud-patterned steel, used to build palaces.
And you, are the miner here!"
The old ghost Lingxu froze in place instantly, the smile on his face frozen.
After all his calculations, he never imagined that he would not become a disciple of the immortal sect after ascending to the immortal realm, but instead become a stone digging laborer! ?
Then what is the meaning of cultivating for five thousand years?
What is the significance of attaining enlightenment and becoming an immortal?
Are you mining to reach the immortal realm?!
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