Eternal Tranquility

Zhongyuzhou, where Qushang Swamp is located, has been almost overcrowded by monks coming from all over the world. The sealing of heaven is imminent. Anyone who missed the grand sealing of heaven in Qianye Mountain before does not want to miss this time again, so they all go to the Eagle's Nest City. Come.

Although the Eagle's Nest City is huge, it was built as a battle fortress and was extremely heavily defended. For this reason, it began to restrict the entry of monks, and reopened a large temporary area in the Qushang Swamp outside the city for travel. people stay or gather. So the monks who arrived didn't care that they couldn't enter the city, and just waited for the sealing of heaven to begin.

Yang Xing, a casual cultivator, is eighteen years old. He has successfully established a foundation at such a young age. Becoming a foundation-building cultivator has a bright future. In addition, he has an open-minded and bright temperament, so he has a lot of friends. At this time, he is like a fish in water. He makes friends all day long, talks loudly, and is very happy.

It's just that during these days, he was drinking with people every day, and he was a little tired. As he was dazed, a big bowl was stacked in front of him with a "bang", and the wine in the bowl spilled out all over the table.

"Why don't you people understand? Even if I, Yun Mengze, belonged to the Laoshizi Wanhu Realm hundreds of thousands of years ago, so what? I dare to assert that as soon as we are taken back by them, all kinds of skinning and dissection will come to our door. How can there be anything else? What a good day today?”

Yang Xingcai realized that these people were talking about the Wanhu Realm again. He lazily raised his eyes and found that the speaker was a stranger who had never been seen in their circle before. After listening to his words and looking at the decoration of a certain sect on his body, Yang Xing smiled as expected.

About a month ago, rumors spread from unknown sources that Yun Mengze was split from a large interface called Wanhu Realm, and that the Immortal Cultivation Alliance intended to contact that interface to let Yun Mengze return in the hope that With his help, the centuries-long interface war with the Yin Yue Blood Realm was ended.

"Good days?" The black-clothed monk sitting on Yang Xing's right said tit-for-tat: "We have been fighting for years, and life and death are unpredictable as soon as we enter the battlefield. The Immortal Cultivation Alliance also requires everyone to take on a mission every year before they are allowed to enter the major Cultivation Cities. , buying spiritual materials and the like, is this still a good life?”

The sect monk once again slammed the table excitedly: "Isn't the sealing war about to end now? Tomorrow the space passage in Qushang Swamp will be sealed, and the world will be at peace, why do we have to return to Wanhu? boundary?"

Yang Xing suddenly interjected: "I heard from people who came back from earlier that the ghosts who ran out of the Ghost Gate have recently reconciled with the people of the Yin Moon Blood Realm and are preparing to attack our realm!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the monks who had stood aside and watched the two people's argument gathered around.

"When did the news come back?"

"Do they dare to come and attack us?"

"Damn it!"

Everyone here was busy asking questions, leaving the two people behind, but the person involved hadn't given up yet.

The black-clothed monk suddenly sneered and sneered: "Haha, I know that all of you sect monks are worried that after you go back, the sects in that world will come to seize your territory, resources, etc., so you are opposed to returning. But. We casual cultivators..."

He said coolly: "Without so many constraints, you can go anywhere alone. The wider the sky and the broader the land, the more we can win. Wanhu Realm, that is a big world, it must be better than Yun Mengze is dozens or hundreds of times bigger! Tsk, I feel excited just thinking about it!”

The monks here were astonished, and the monks there were so angry that their faces turned red.

"What's wrong with this closed sect! So what if I have a sect? How can I hide from it when I go to the battlefield? There is no time when our sect's monks are not rushing in front. You must speak with your conscience!"

The monk in black blinked innocently: "Fellow Taoist, I didn't say anything. Why are you so sensitive?"

Seeing that a big quarrel was about to break out between the two, Yang Xing finally finished dealing with the others, turned around with a smile, pulled the two of them to sit down, and tried to persuade them.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa not not we have to say whether we can go back or not, let those big guys worry, and us... come and have a drink!"

Others also came over to cheer: "That's right! You know, there have been a lot of big shots coming to the Eagle's Nest City recently, and basically all those who can be called are here. Darling! This is the first time I've seen the Great Transformation of Gods. Monk..."

The atmosphere in this small open space became peaceful again. A group of low-level monks drank and chatted happily while talking enthusiastically about important matters that they could not touch.

Yang Xing accidentally looked up and saw two rays of light, one green and one red, flying out from the depths of Qushang Swamp. In the blink of an eye, they had crossed the sky and landed outside the Eagle's Nest City.

In the city, the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, which occupies several mountain peaks, has been extremely busy recently. The scheduling, defense, personnel arrangements, etc. of all parties have to go through the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. Therefore, although this place is not as lively as other places in the city, there is not a moment of crowds. Broken.

But today, the atmosphere on these mountain peaks seemed particularly solemn. The monks coming and going all invariably slowed down their steps, showing some restraint and nervousness in their movements.

Liu Qinghuan and Mu Yinyin landed on the top of the mountain in such an atmosphere. Just as they were a little confused, a group of patrolling monks rushed over.

"What are you... Hey, Senior Aoki!"

Liu Qinghuan turned around, looked at the other person, and smiled gently: "Do you recognize me?"

Before he finished speaking, the team of male and female monks let out a "coax" as if they had heard some shocking news!

"Who? That True Lord Aoki of the Wenshi Sect?"

"Is it really him?"

"Really are!"

"Yes, when I looked up that day, I saw him flying overhead!"

Liu Qinghuan and Mu Yinyin looked at each other and coughed slightly. The group of monks immediately stopped discussing in low voices and rushed to the two of them excitedly.

"Ahem! Are you okay? Just..."

A female cultivator suddenly bowed down: "Senior Aoki, I finally see you again today! Your life-saving grace is unforgettable, please accept this junior's bow!"

Then two more people prostrated themselves, each saying "life-saving grace".

Liu Qinghuan took a step back and looked at these people carefully, but he had no impression.

"you……"

The female cultivator raised her head: "Senior, you may not remember it, but in the battle at Qianye Mountain, you saved countless people with your green rain. We cannot but bear this kindness in our hearts!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled: "So that's it. Okay, I understand, let's all get up."

Liu Qinghuan was also a little pleased that the good karma he had planted in one moment reaped a good harvest, but he, who had never valued giving kindness to others, didn't care much about it. After asking the low-level monks to stand up, he prepared to leave with Mu Yinyin.

"I still have something to do, so I won't talk to you any more..."

"Senior, please be patient!" The female cultivator stopped him again: "We have received a notice that you will be coming back from the outside world in the next two days. As long as we see you, we will ask you to go to Hegui Peak Wuxiang Hall, where the main hall is. There are seniors from many sects and aristocratic families discussing matters.”

"Oh?" Liu Qinghuan paused and looked at a mountain peak not far away.

Mu Yinyin gently pulled down his sleeve: "Qing Huan, since I want you to go as soon as you come back, it must be an emergency, so go ahead."

"and you?"

"I'll go to the Alliance to hand over the task first, and I may have to go back to Xingyue Palace. When I'm done, I'll go to Wenshi Pai to look for you, okay?"

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while and shook her hand: "Okay, be careful on the road."

When Mu Yinyin's figure disappeared between the peaks, he withdrew his gaze, thanked the group of monks, and flew towards Hegui Peak.

As soon as he stepped into the magic circle set up by Wuxiangtang, the fierce quarrels inside came loudly, almost making Liu Qinghuan turn around and leave again!

He stood by the door and listened for a while, and soon figured out what was going on inside.

It's still about whether he can return to Wanhu Realm or not.

The leaders of various sects, aristocratic families, and forces from Yunmengze, Saofeng Continent, and Dongya Island, as well as some well-known casual cultivators, there are at least dozens of them, all because of Qu Shang. It was a rare occasion for everyone to gather together regarding the sealing of the swamp.

However, at this time, these people all dropped their demeanor and became red-faced. Two completely opposite opinions collided fiercely.

What surprised him was that for the first time, the attitude of the casual cultivators did not flinch when facing the big sects. Instead, they actively supported the return to Wanhu Realm. However, they were opposed by small and medium-sized sects such as Feiyue Tower and Baiyun Mountain. Fierce opposition. On the contrary, the four major sects had an ambiguous attitude and did not participate in the debate.

Liu Qinghuan saw many familiar people among them, such as Zen Master Kuhai who had been to the Great Mirage with him back then, the leader of the Seven Star Alliance on Dongya Island, and even Tai Fangchen, the True Lord of Dongxu from Sao Feng Continent.

And his master, Ming Yangzi, was sitting at the top, his face glowing red, showing that he was completely recovered from his injuries.

Just as he was about to open the door and go in, a surprised voice came from behind him.

"Liu Qinghuan?"

Liu Qinghuan turned around and saw Hua Yan Lingzun, the casual cultivator of Yun Mengze, dressed in gorgeous palace attire.

Hua Yan glanced at him and said, "What are you doing standing here? I'm just waiting for you. I haven't come over yet."

As he said that, he turned around and entered a room on the side.

Liu Qinghuan was startled for a moment, then followed, only to find that the people sitting in the room here were all monks who transformed themselves into gods. The atmosphere was completely different from the noisy one there, and they were all drinking tea leisurely.

"Qing Huan is back." Supreme Lord Kongwu looked over and waved: "Come here. By the way, I remember you said that the people from the Wanhu Realm who you met in the Mingshan Battlefield once gave A cross-border messenger?"