Infernal Artist

Liu Ping squeezed it gently.

The silver ingot was pinched open by him like clay, revealing the jade slip hidden inside.

——It seems to be a jade slip with a photo taken on it.

Liu Ping swept his mind towards the jade slip.

Zhao Chanyi's voice suddenly sounded from the jade slip:

"This jade slip is jointly held by the seven major sects. Each leader of each sect has one. It is hidden in the cave of the leader. It took a lot of effort for me to steal it out."

Following her voice, a picture slowly unfolded in Liu Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

dusk.

The setting sun is like blood.

The strong wind was shrill and weeping, as if telling the tragedy of the entire battle.

On the earth, the corpses of dead practitioners and monsters were mixed together, and there was no end in sight.

Liu Ping reacted immediately.

——This is the war that year!

It seems that the war is over.

At this point in time, he had already taken the Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill and fell into a state of suspended animation, with his fate changed.

As for the master...

Just as he was thinking, he saw a few people appearing on the plain ahead.

The heads of the seven sects each guarded their own side, surrounding the old man in gray robes in the center.

Time passes slowly.

Among the seven masters, a majestic-looking middle-aged man said:

"Gua Sheng, the war is obviously over, why are you suffering?"

The old man in gray robe said nothing.

The middle-aged man sighed, changed his title and said:

"Fellow Taoist, it is indeed sad that your entire sect perished in the war, and I deeply regret it."

"However, in order to defeat the demons, many sects in the entire cultivation world have been completely destroyed. This is an outcome that each of us practitioners has long expected. Haven't we already accepted it?"

The middle-aged man said while looking at the old man in gray robe.

The old man in gray robe had no expression on his face, just looking at the sky quietly.

The middle-aged man continued:

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you are the best in the hexagram arts in the world and the best at peering into the heavens. You must understand that the Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill cannot actually help you rebuild the sect."

"This is just your obsession, so..."

"Please also give us the magic elixir, and we, the seven sects, will continue to protect it."

"As long as you return this divine elixir to me, I guarantee that the entire practice alliance will not punish you too severely. After all, all of us can understand your mood."

"But if you continue to hide the magic pill secretly——"

"You should know that you alone cannot defeat the seven of us."

"I quite understand your difficulties, why do you need to fight with us old friends?"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he carefully observed the old man in gray robe.

These words are persuasive and reasonable, but it’s a pity——

The old man in gray robe remained indifferent.

The afterglow of the sun shone on a few people, gradually lengthening their shadows, while everything around them gradually fell into deathly silence.

Twilight recedes.

The world is about to enter the shroud of night.

The old man had been observing the changes in the sky, and now he finally showed an awe-inspiring expression.

--time is limited!

Another leader interjected: "Old Zhang, you are already a person who is almost ready to ascend. Why would you abandon the world and destroy your own path for a strange elixir?"

This time, the old man finally spoke: "I have no choice but to do this."

Everyone's expressions changed.

The middle-aged man shouted: "You have stolen the elixir. Do you still have any troubles?"

"...That's all. I have known each other for a while, so I will tell you the truth of the matter as compensation for taking the elixir."

The old man in gray robe took a few steps with his hands behind his back and looked at the seven leaders who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

He suddenly smiled:

"I once spent my life to calculate a fortune and got a glimpse of the future."

The seven people were moved.

"How much life have you spent?" the middle-aged man asked nervously.

"all."

"You're crazy! Why do you do this!"

The old man in gray robe waved his hand and said calmly:

"I am destined to die in this battle. This is my destiny - it's a pity that the hexagram is so profound that I can only get a rough idea, but there is no way to understand it."

"What will happen?" someone couldn't help but ask.

The old man in gray robe looked at everyone and said naggingly:

"What happened next is very sad. I haven't been sure whether I should tell you or not -"

"From tonight onwards, daylight will never appear again."

"Terror beyond imagination is coming, and no one will be able to escape."

Suddenly a leader shouted: "You are lying! Several other Taoist friends who are proficient in hexagrams have already known that there will be a catastrophe in the near future, so we have prepared a shelter deep underground."

Another leader stroked his beard and said: "That's right. The hexagrams of several other fellow Taoists show that underground shelters can help us tide over difficulties."

The old man in gray robe said calmly:

"They are right in their calculations, but unfortunately - the various underground measures cannot prevent the immediate disaster."

Several people were stunned and a little confused.

"Obviously he can help us tide over the difficulties, but not now?" A leader couldn't help but asked.

"That's right."

The old man nodded, then suddenly turned around and looked at the recorder of the jade slip -

Judging from the photo, he seems to be facing every practitioner who is watching this photo.

"Dear Taoist friends, I am originally the Nine Heavens Immortal Lord in the upper realm. Because I was worried about the suffering of all sentient beings in the lower realm, I joined the mortal world to save all sentient beings and experienced many disasters. Now that the disaster is approaching, I can no longer help you, so I have to fly away. Return to the Heavenly Palace."

The seven heads were stunned.

Liu Ping was also stunned.

No matter who it is, no one would have thought that Gua Sheng would say such a thing.

"How do you prove that you come from the upper world?" a leader asked tentatively.

The old man in gray robe shook his head and said, "It's too late."

"Remember, your only hope comes from the world itself—"

"This world is one of the six realms of reincarnation. It is very unique. As long as the time is right, it has a chance to escape control."

"Once out of control, this world will automatically fly back to the void to find the other five realms in the six paths of reincarnation."

"——It will merge with the other five realms and become a whole again."

“In this way all of you will be saved.”

"...The time has come, everyone, please take care of it."

After speaking, the old man slowly lowered his head and stopped moving.

The seven people couldn't help but take a few steps back.

If the Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill is on Gua Sheng's body, with the strange power of that pill, a vision must appear at this moment——

Time passes gradually.

Tens of breaths later.

Nothing happened.

……its not right.

Could it be that the divine elixir is not in the hands of the Gua Sheng?

What about the magic elixir?

Also, is what he just said true or false?

Will there really be a catastrophe?

While the others were still thinking, the majestic middle-aged man seemed to be waking up from a dream, and rushed forward frantically to grab the arm of the man in gray robe.

"Don't try to pretend to be dead - seal it for me!"

The middle-aged man shouted.

Streams of spiritual light emerged from his hands and engulfed the old man's body one after another.

However, the old man in gray robe closed his eyes and did not react no matter how much he shook his body.

A long while.

The middle-aged man let go of his hand and took a few steps back, his face a bit depressed.

——The old man in gray robe is dead.

No matter how superb the magical power is, it will have no effect on a dead person.

Everyone looked at the old man's body silently with complicated expressions.

There was silence for a moment.

"Could it be that... he is really the Nine Heavenly Immortal Lord of the Upper Realm?" A headmaster asked in confusion.

No one spoke.

There is no answer.

On the plains, the wind gradually died down.

The sun collected its last rays of light and disappeared silently below the horizon.

The sky gradually took on a dark black grey.

night.

coming.