Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

In the midst of the fragrant mist, Wang Luo gradually felt that all the scenes in front of him, the noisy whispers in his ears... were moving away from him like the ebb tide, and the world became ethereal and quiet, as if he was about to wake up from a dream.

The mirage in this Rongcheng was indeed quite different from that in other places. Even with Wang Luo's current cultivation, if he inhaled the fragrant mist without holding a spell to resist, he would naturally immerse himself in the mirage world in the mist, and all his six senses would be taken over by the mirage.

This was also the first time that Wang Luo personally experienced the mirage of this world, and he was a little curious in his heart. How much difference could this mirage assisted by the fragrant mist be compared to the memoir he had just read fifteen years ago?

After a moment, the emptiness of the world was broken by a ray of light.

It was a very familiar light, so familiar that Wang Luo's consciousness trembled and almost left the mirage of the fragrant mist on the spot.

Lingshan Immortal Light

At its peak, the immortal light of Lingshan Mountain reached the sky. During every festival, Master Song Yijing presided over the formation, which made the immortal spirits surround and cover the whole Lingshan Mountain, which was like the heaven on earth, with majesty throughout the nine states and infinite style.

However, since he woke up in Dingling Palace, he had never seen the familiar immortal light again. Even though Lingshan Mountain has revived and regained its glory, it is no longer the clear and light, untainted supreme immortal light of the past.

In the mirage, the soul-stirring immortal light gradually dimmed, revealing the outline of a person sitting cross-legged in the light, and then gradually became clear. Wang Luo's consciousness trembled again, almost unbelievable.

It was hard to believe that in the year 1205 of the new immortal calendar, nearly 1,300 years after the heavenly calamity, the future generations could restore the voice, appearance and smile of the predecessors in a mirage to the point where it was like the reincarnation of the original body!

For a moment, he couldn't help himself and his consciousness talked to himself.

"Uncle Master...Uncle Master Yiming."

The man in the fairy light was the younger brother of Song Yijing, the 82nd generation mountain master of Lingshan. He was famous for his old-fashioned and upright character, and was deeply respected by everyone in Lingshan. He was also the deputy mountain master who gave Lu Zhiyao a headache.

Song Yiming in the mirage was sitting cross-legged in his own hall. With a breath, he could roll up the clouds outside the hall. The peak of Mahayana was also displayed vividly in this mirage.

For a moment, Wang Luo seemed to have returned to the past, to the Lingshan he was still familiar with, and to the happy days when he followed his senior sister, carried the fairy treasure of Lingshan, deceived the Mahayana perception, and stole the record of ascension.

However, before Wang Luo could feel it, he saw everything in front of him suddenly change. The sky lit by the fairy light suddenly lost its color, and then was stained with a strong blood color. It seemed that an ominous blood rain was falling from the sky. In the rain, all the beauty turned into decay.

A gust of wind suddenly swept by, sweeping up the bloody rain in the sky and the mud on the ground, obscuring the vision. The next moment, the whole world had completely changed. The uncle Song Yijing, who was sitting cross-legged in front of him with a flawless immortal posture, had lowered his head and his face could not be seen. All he could see was his black hair that was corroded and rusty, and a few streams of blood gushed out of his seven orifices. The momentum did not stop. In a blink of an eye, the dirty blood flowed along his chest, abdomen, legs, and then all the way down from the top of the mountain. Every inch of distance it flowed seemed to have several times more blood out of thin air. Not long after, it was already a surging sea of ​​blood.

When the Mahayana True Lord attained the Tao, one person could cause the world to shine brilliantly. Similarly, when the Mahayana fell, it could also make the world around him thousands of miles away present a scene of the end of the world. And Song Yiming went from the immortal light to the sea of ​​blood only because there was a sword on his chest.

A ruthless sword that pierced through the heart, cut off all ways to survive, and polluted the immortal foundation.

A fairy sword that was once cultivated and nurtured by the Great Master of the Great Vehicle every day. Although it was rarely unsheathed, it was feared by the nine states.

A fairy sword named after the sword master, called [Mirror Fairy].

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At this moment, Wang Luo's thoughts could not help but stagnate.

This Taixu Mirage created by the Yueyang people with all their efforts actually kicked off in an unimaginable way.

Wang Luo did not think that such an opening was the result of the screenwriter team's wild imagination. Even if they really had the courage to use the death of the deputy mountain master of Lingshan as the opening in the face of the attention of the entire Immortal Alliance, it would never be possible to grasp the posture of Song Yiming at his peak and at his fall so accurately.

Especially the fairy sword that Master Song Yijing never left, very few people have seen it unsheathed.

Those details that were perfectly restored could only come from the memories of the witnesses. And there are only three witnesses left in the world.

However, before Wang Luo could ask Lu Youyou beside him, the mirage changed again. The picture suddenly rose from in front of Song Yiming, and in a blink of an eye, it had come to the clouds where the wind was howling. The white clouds had been dyed into blood mud, and countless true immortals were rolling in pain in the mud. The ruthless wind that had lasted for thousands of years seemed to have been stained with human emotions by too much blood of immortals, and the whistling sound was like the world sobbing.

Only then did the narration sound in my ears.

"At the end of the old immortal calendar, the heavenly calamity came, the lives of all living beings were charred, and civilization was in danger."

In one sentence, the picture was pulled up again, breaking through the wind layer and coming to the distant moon.

Countless immortals watched the vast land of Kyushu gradually become a wasteland on the jade plate-like moon surface with worry. The two worlds that were once isolated and orderly merged together in an extremely ugly way, but it seemed that they were unwilling to leave a way out for either side.

All the creatures in the sunken wasteland were just struggling to survive.

Because if they didn't struggle with all their strength, they would die.

The immortals on the moon built the Guanghan Palace, thinking they could transcend, but they eventually turned into a forest of immortals. The creatures on the earth were even more desperate, and the inheritance of thousands of years was completely cut off in an instant.

The images in the mirage were naturally processed later. Except for the terrifying Yiming Jimie at the beginning, the images in the following scenes mostly avoided the truth and did not overly present the bloody and miserable scenes of the end of the world.

But the heavy weight of the coming of the heavenly calamity weighed on everyone's heart in an instant.

Including Wang Luo.

For modern people, Wang Luo, as an ancient cultivator, is naturally a witness of the heavenly calamity. But Wang Luo himself actually has no memory of the heavenly calamity. All his knowledge of the end of the world comes only from the comments of later generations. Now he can't help but feel palpitations when he sees the restoration of the scene of that year.

Until later, with the narration in the mirage, the history of the sinking of Jiuzhou was told, and the picture gradually swept through many bloody and tragic scenes in a general way, and shifted the focus to the real beginning of the story, that is, the chapter where the lord Lu Zhiyao led a group of heroes to gradually stabilize their footing and launch a counterattack under the impact of the wasteland tide.

It was also from here that the immersive feeling of being in the scene finally became alienated. Because Lu Zhiyao in the mirage is not Lu Zhiyao after all, but Ning Yi, who is superb in acting and particularly attentive. Compared with the real senior sister, even if Ning Yi tried her best to get into the role, and with the blessing of the mirage's thousands of special effects, she still lacked in charm. And Yi Qing, who played the role of the Saint of Taiqing, did have a more fitting temperament, but it was only more fitting.

It was also from here that Wang Luo realized that the mirage was just a mirage, or even just a commercial production that the Immortal Alliance relied on to guide people's enthusiasm. The shocking scene at the beginning was just an embellishment made for a special purpose.

However, although it was an embellishment, it was really... heartbreaking.