Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan rejected the meeting invitation from the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance Elders Council, firstly because his status as Taoist leader required him to maintain a relatively neutral attitude, and secondly, because he felt it was meaningless.

War, stance, these things are meaningless. The confrontation between forces in the Mingshan Battlefield has been a cruel game from the beginning. The participants are immortal cultivators who seem to be superior in the eyes of mortals, and the game is a battle of blood and fire.

Liu Qinghuan didn't want to get too involved, so in the following days, he had rare free time, and what he did most every day was to look up at the sky.

The shadow of Mingshan Battlefield in the sky became clearer day by day, and the covering fog was quickly dispersing. On the morning of the fifth day when Liu Qinghuan arrived at Yuguang Tianque, the first mountain finally broke free from the fog.

The mountain stands majestic and independent, with cliffs and cliffs intertwined with pine and rocks, spring light and clouds lingering on the mountainside. A thirteen-story pagoda stands impressively on the top of the mountain, with its towering spire pointing straight into the sky.

The entire Temple of Light was boiling with excitement. Mahayana monks walked out from various islands, looking up at the sky and talking with others.

"How come there is a tower?" Liu Qinghuan was also puzzled: "After every war season ends, wouldn't the Mingshan Battle Territory be completely turned upside down?"

Hearing that he was here, Xue Yi, who came to the door secretly, was only briefly surprised and said: "It's not impossible. I heard that many treasures in the battlefield are taken from those ownerless storage spaces. Maybe this The tower is also a dead man’s collection.”

Liu Qinghuan suddenly said: "That's it."

Many monks will open a storage space of their own after becoming gods. This space is very safe and it is difficult for outsiders to plunder the things in the space. However, people are prone to misfortune and good fortune, and monks are often on the verge of life and death.

Once a monk dies, it will be difficult for outsiders to open his storage space. After a certain number of years, the space will be unsealed, and the contents will be scattered back into the Three Thousand Worlds, waiting for the next person who is destined to discover them.

This is how the treasures in this world are recycled, which can be regarded as another form of inheritance. The things you own now are only during your lifetime. After death, they will return to the earth and become someone else's, unless you ascend to the fairy world and take everything away with you.

The Mingshan Battle Territory obviously has the ability to absorb treasures from the ownerless space. Otherwise, even if it is closed for thousands of years, it will not be enough to breed so many heavenly materials, earthly treasures and various magic weapons.

"Now that a mountain has been exposed, the fog will only dissipate faster and faster until the entire battlefield reappears." Xue Yi clapped his hands happily and said: "How are you thinking about it? Do you want to join forces with me again and enter the battlefield together?" Treasure hunt in the battlefield?”

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him: "Farewell, I'm afraid you'll trick me."

"Have I ever tricked you?" Xue Yi blew his beard and glared.

"Have you ever been tricked? Back then in Baojing Palace..."

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Xue Yi quickly raised his hands in surrender: "You are always going to settle old scores. If you continue like this, this friend will no longer be able to continue."

Liu Qinghuan clicked his tongue: "By the way, what have you been doing all these years? You disappeared without a trace, and I can't even contact you."

"It won't work if I don't hide my whereabouts." Xue Yi said: "I have so many enemies. Although most of them are dead, they are not dead yet. It would be terrible if they knew that I am alive again. How different from you!"

He said in a sour tone: "The Eighteenth Mahayana Thunder Tribulation, the seventh Taoist leader in history, respected by thousands of people, the scenery is extremely..."

"Stop!" Liu Qinghuan said: "If you continue to be so weird, this friend will have nothing to do."

Xue Yi was choked to the point of speechlessness and wiped his face: "You really don't want to join forces with me?"

Liu Qinghuan sighed: "It really can't be done. I have something I want to find. If we go together, we might delay each other."

"What are you looking for?" Xue Yiqi asked.

Liu Qinghuan can't say that he is looking for the Immortal Root of Creation, although he may not be able to find it in the Mingshan Battle Territory.

For this reason, he specially recalled Fu Bao to his side.

"Nothing, just some flowers and plants."

Xue Yi regretted: "Well, then I can only go alone. I don't trust other people's character and dare not go with them."

Liu Qinghuan: "Thank you for your trust?"

"You're welcome!" Xue Yi smiled with white teeth, picked up the wine bottle and started pouring: "Come on, let's drink! By the way, I heard that you were dealing with something overlapping the two worlds before. It's fine now anyway, so why not Talk about it!”

The fact that Wangchuan Guixi and Tianzhu Realm overlap has been spread among the Mahayana monks. It is not a secret, and Liu Qinghuan is not afraid to tell the other party.

He was a little worried. The news sent back by Taihao only said that the orbit was repaired fairly smoothly, and he didn't know if they could make it in time for the opening of the battlefield.

Now even Xue Yi was attracted to show up. The Yuguangtian Palace was becoming more and more lively every day, and the fog that shrouded the Mingshan Battlefield was also quickly dissipating.

After the first mountain, large tracts of mountains and rivers appeared one after another, and on the thirteenth day, a mountain that was ten thousand feet tall, shrouded in fairy energy, and shining with dazzling colorful lights appeared in everyone's sight.

On the day when the mountain appeared, there were exclamations one after another from the Yuguang Tianque.

"What's going on with that mountain? It's actually full of precious light!"

"Maybe it's composed of some kind of crystal ore? That's it. I'll go straight to it when the time comes. There are a lot of treasures hidden in this mountain!"

"Oh, I'm afraid you're not the only one who thinks this way, and we might have to fight over it."

"Just fight, I'll fight for the position!"

Many people hurried to the island where the entrance to the battlefield was located. However, when they arrived, they discovered that the front positions had long been occupied by those late Mahayana monks and monks with real power in Qingming and Jiuyou.

Liu Qinghuan was not in a hurry to go there. He was still waiting for news about Wangchuan Guixi. It was not until the sixteenth day that Gui Bugui and the others finally arrived.

"Has everything been taken care of?" Liu Qing welcomed him.

"Okay!" The Lord of Hell, the old man, walked at the front, but obviously had no intention of responding to his question: "Let's go to the front first."

The group of people hurried through the crowd, with the old man leading the way and Taihao behind, so no one stepped forward to stop them.

Gui Bugui pulled Liu Qinghuan up and said with a smile, "That's right, I'll take advantage of you."

Liu Qinghuan looked back and forth, greeted Master Huanglong and Taoist Wei Zhang, and asked, "Why isn't General Pei here?"

Gui Bugui rarely showed admiration: "The general is not like ordinary people like us. He said that he is no longer a person in the world, so he will not participate in this grand event."

Liu Qinghuan was stunned and sighed: "Yes, we can't stand the illusion after all."

Soon, he had no time to sigh anymore, because as he got closer to the three-foot-high stone tablet, there were more and more people there, almost giving people the illusion that the Mahayana realm was nothing special and could be reached by just practicing.

Liu Qinghuan saw many acquaintances. Taiqing, Daoxuan and other Qingming monks stood on the left side of the stone monument, showing him friendly smiles, while on the right side a group of Jiuyou people gathered. Wuyuan looked over with a cold look. .

Liu Qinghuan just ignored it, but before he could greet Taiqing and the others, he saw a huge beam of light descending from the shadow of the Mingshan Battlefield in the sky, landing right on the stone tablet.