My Endless Life

The sky was pitch black.

Only a faint light shot down from the entire sky, preventing the world from being completely dark.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, and the seemingly endless snow submerged most of the city on the ground. Countless people were frozen into ice sculptures, covered in goose feathers.

Above the city, a Taoist wearing a Taoist robe and flying sword was holding a child who looked to be only five or six years old in his arms, looking at the sky blankly.

He looked at the dark sky, and after a long time, he made a voice of compassion:

"This world...is it really going to die like this?"

"Senior Brother Zhu!"

The Taoist was still grieving for heaven and earth, when a green stream of light passed by not far away. The stream of light turned into a girl in front of the Taoist. The girl wore a Taoist robe similar to the Taoist's, with her hair tied up and a mask on her face. She came to the Taoist and bowed to him. Bowed and said:

"Senior Brother Zhu, uncle and the others are ready. They are just waiting for you to pass, Senior Brother Zhu."

After the girl finished speaking, she noticed that there was a child in the Taoist's arms. She was stunned and asked, "Senior Brother Zhu, this child is..."

"...I found it on the road in the arms of a couple who froze to death. I took a look and found that he had spiritual roots, so I took him with me."

The Taoist said in a low voice.

The girl wanted to say something when she heard this, but in the end she hesitated and said nothing.

Seeing this, the Taoist asked: "Qinglian, do you have anything to say?"

"In this world... senior brother, it's better to let him freeze to death on the road."

The girl was silent for a long time and then said an inhumane word.

But the Taoist was not surprised at all. He hugged the child tightly in his arms, stroked the child's hair with his right hand, and smiled bitterly:

"How could I not know that it would be painful for him to live in this hell...but I can't bear to see him die like this. With his spiritual roots, if this dark day had never happened, the future would surely be certain. I will cultivate to great success, and then protect me and ask the Immortal Sect for another thousand years..."

"..."

The girl just continued to remain silent after hearing this. She wanted to say something more, but in the end she still didn't say anything.

He just took a deep breath and said to the man:

"...Senior brother, we'd better return to the sect as soon as possible."

"Well, let's go."

Senior Brother Zhu took one last look at the dark sky, sighed softly, and turned into two streams of light, one green and one blue, with the girl, and disappeared into the sky.

…

Wenxian Sect, once the largest immortal cultivating sect in the world, was also the former leader of the righteous path, and is now the last gathering place of human beings in the world.

This was once a holy place in everyone's mind.

It is also the hope of everyone today.

Countless cultivators gathered here, trying to find a way to break through the sky and solve the demon's coming. At first, they believed that with their wisdom and cultivation, they would be able to solve this doomsday crisis.

However, less than a few decades have passed, and everyone here has only one emotion left.

That is despair.

Deep despair.

Asking the Supreme Elder of the Immortal Sect, the white-haired and white-bearded old Taoist priest Ling Jue was staring directly at the dark sky, as if he wanted to see through the sky completely with a determined look.

Behind him, the contemporary leader of the Wenxian Sect remained silent. He was also looking at the sky, but unlike Master Ling Jue, he was looking at the streaks of light flying back from the sky.

This is a disciple of the Wenxian Sect who is looking for survivors outside. He is also a disciple who has not suffered from the 'demon energy' and is relatively clean.

Seeing countless disciples returning, the leader of the Wenxian Sect finally spoke:

"Uncle Master, do you really...want to do this?"

"This world...is over."

Master Ling Jue said in a hoarse voice, "This sky is formed by the rules of heaven. We cannot break through it, and once we get close, we will be attacked by the devil's energy, becoming neither human nor ghost, polluting the world.

"Under the sky, everything is withering. Although we are cultivators of immortality, we cannot save everyone in this world.

"And, haven't you noticed?"

"What?"

"The spiritual energy is dissipating, and the rules of heaven are changing... In the next hundred years, I'm afraid there will be no more immortal cultivators."

Master Ling Jue raised his hand to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, watched it melt little by little in his hand, and then said:

"That is to say, in another hundred years, we will no longer have the power to resist this world. If we don't find a way in advance to preserve the fire of all things, there will no longer be our human race in this world."

"But even so, uncle Shi, your method may not be successful. This spell has not been truly tested yet. You..."

"We're out of time."

Ling Jue interrupted the sect leader, his voice was low, and he repeated again: "We have no time. Regardless of whether this method is successful or not, we must do this. At least... this is better than doing nothing."

The two were talking. Among the many streams of light that returned, one green and one blue stream of light flew down from above and landed in front of the two of them.

Liu Guang transformed into a girl and a Taoist priest in front of the two of them. The Taoist priest also held a child in his arms.

Seeing these two people, I asked the leader of the Immortal Sect to tell them their names:

"Xingyuan, Qinglian, you are back."

"Uncle, Master, we are back."

Zhu Xingyuan saluted the two of them and responded.

The sect leader looked at the child in Zhu Xingyuan's arms and asked, "Is this...?"

"I found a cultivator seed on the road. I saw that his parents were dead, so I brought him back."

"..." When the sect leader heard this, he showed the same expression as Qinglian before, but he didn't say anything depressing, he just forced a smile and said:

"That's fine, that's fine... I'll send him to the disciple hall later and let the disciples pass on his cultivation method. Maybe the Wenxian Sect can be passed down in the future."

Zhu Xingyuan nodded, turned around and handed the child to Qinglian.

Then he straightened his clothes and asked them:

"Uncle, Master, have the seniors really decided to do this?"

The sect leader sighed and nodded.

Zhu Xingyuan took a deep breath and said:

"In that case, I would like to be the first person to enter the painting."

"Go far!"

The sect leader was shocked when he heard this and quickly advised: "This method is not perfect yet. You are the first person. If it fails..."

Zhu Xingyuan interrupted the sect leader and said seriously:

"Uncle Master, I am the senior brother of Wenxian Sect. This is what I should do."

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Zhu Xingyuan, the chief disciple of the Wenxian Sect, is also the number one among the younger generation, and his cultivation level is even higher than that of many veteran seniors.

Without this dark day, Zhu Xingyuan would definitely be the leader of the monastic world in the future.

With such a potential disciple, the sect master couldn't bear to let him be the vanguard of experimenting with new methods.

But Zhu Xingyuan was determined. He bowed respectfully to the two of them and remained silent for a long time.

Taoist Ling Jue looked deeply at Zhu Xingyuan. He never refused the other party's request. He looked at Zhu Xingyuan carefully and said:

"...In that case, then you should take the lead, Qinglian...go and call the few people who have been appointed before, and the painting method will begin."

Taoist Ling Jue turned to Qinglian and said.

Qinglian was startled when she heard this. She looked at Zhu Xingyuan, her eyes slightly red, but in the end she did not dissuade him. She just followed her master's instructions and left with her child in her arms.

When she finally left, she looked deeply at Zhu Xingyuan.

Because she knew that this might be the last time they would see each other in this life.

…

"Have you heard that Senior Brother and the others are going to take refuge in the painting?"

On the way to the disciple hall to place the children, Qinglian heard the disciples around her whispering.

The voice of the person who spoke was very low, and there was a bit of worry in his words.

The person who was talking to him heard what he said and retorted on the spot:

"What does it mean to take refuge in a painting? The sect leader also said that this method has not been perfected yet. It has not yet been decided who will be the first to experiment with this method."

"It's said to be incomplete, but who knows what's going on..."

The person who spoke earlier whispered.

The two began to argue, but soon shut up again.

Perhaps they also know that there is no point in arguing here. After all, no matter what the truth is, they have no right to choose.

Qinglian, who heard them talking from beginning to end, had no reaction.

She silently walked into the disciple hall and handed the sleeping child to the elder here. When she was about to leave, she saw that the child she picked up had already opened his eyes.

He looked around blankly, finally looked at Qinglian, and asked nervously:

"Where...where is this? Where are my parents...?"

"..."

Qinglian was silent and did not answer his subsequent questions, and said: "This is asking the Immortal Sect. From now on... you will be asking the Immortal Sect's disciples. What is your name?"

The child was stunned for a moment. He might have heard the name of the Asking Immortal Sect. When Qinglian asked her name, the child subconsciously replied:

"Liu...Liu Dazhuang..."

Qinglian didn't laugh at the child's name. She nodded slightly, turned to look at the sky, and finally said:

"The name Da Zhuang does not resemble that of a cultivator. Since you join the Wenwen Xian Sect, you are a disciple of the Wen Wen Xian Sect, and the name of your generation is 'One'..."

She paused here and waited for a long time before continuing:

"...From now on, you will be called Liu Yiye, the night of the dark night."

Qinglian gave the child a good name and flew away.

The elders of the disciple hall watched Qinglian go away, and then looked at Liu Yiye, who was only five years old, with a look of sadness in his eyes.

Everyone knows that in today's world, there are not many adults left in the world, let alone children.

Liu Yiye is currently the youngest member of the Wenxian Sect, and apart from him, the youngest ones are already twelve years old.

No one knows whether it is good or bad for Liu Yiye to enter Wenxian Sect at this time.

When the rules of heaven are about to collapse and the world's life span is less than a hundred years, Liu Yiye's survival may be more painful than death.

But the elder couldn't say anything. He calmed down, smiled at Liu Yiye, and began to teach him to read, write, and practice Taoism in accordance with the rules of the Wenxian Sect.

But on that day, what no one knew was that all the potential disciples of the current righteous path had volunteered to experiment with the 'method of painting'.

So that day, many geniuses died.

At the same time, on that day, countless immortal paintings appeared in the world.

They may be dead, or they may still be alive.

But except for themselves, no one else knows, because they only have a way to let people enter the painting, but they have no way to let people leave.