World of Immortals

"Bowl……"

Xiao Chen stood in front of the window, looking at the mountains silently through the window.

Back then, he left from Kunlun's Red Dust Peak and entered the Longevity Realm, and many things deviated from the original track because of this.

When he saw a line of lettering on the wooden bed, Xiao Chen was struck by lightning.

"Everything... start over!"

Youth is fleeting, beauty is easy to grow old, fate gathers and fate disperses, there are too many unsatisfactory things in this world, and everyone has a lot of helplessness, but they cannot be changed.

Xiao Chen stood silently for a long time, then walked out calmly, took a last look at the hut, and resolutely left.

Some things are destined to be unchangeable, so there is no need to think too much about it. He came here to let that point of loss be completely released, and he wants to ask himself to say goodbye to the past with great perseverance.

After all, what has left has already left, and it cannot be changed, and there is no need to change it.

Xiao Chen decided to draw his sword and cut off Chen Yuan.

"Is my heart already cold and hard?" Xiao Chen asked himself in his heart, why did he seem a little heartless? To completely cut off everything in the past.

If time went back eight years, if the same thing happened, maybe he would have been extremely heartbroken, but at this moment, apart from a trace of sadness, even the moisture in his eyes disappeared quickly.

Inadvertently looking back, looking at his former self, he felt that the present was quite different from the past, maybe he was more determined, maybe he had really become a little ruthless.

The wind blew gently, and the fallen petals were dancing, blocking Xiao Chen's eyes, and he soared into the sky, rushing to a peak.

Emei Mountain has beautiful scenery, with green peaks and green valleys, floating clouds and mist, it is picturesque.

There are many legends about sword immortals in Mount Emei, although that happened endless years ago, Xiao Chen understood that the so-called sword immortals must be cultivators, and now they have withdrawn from the human world and entered the legendary realm of cultivation.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen saw a figure walking in the sky in the distance. It was... a cultivator with unique sword skills, so it was easy to distinguish.

Why did they come to Mount Emei? Suddenly Xiao Chen thought of a certain possibility, and sneaked across the mountains without a sound.

"Boom"

A huge mountain in front was blasted away!

The momentum was very frightening. A thousand-meter-high mountain was chopped off by a sword light that was more than a hundred meters high.

What a powerful flying sword!

Xiao Chen even showed a look of surprise, at this moment he really started to pay attention to practitioners.

The mountain peak was cut off, and it turned out to be hollow inside, with a black hole that could not be seen to the bottom at a glance, like an extinct volcano.

"The legend is true. The group of people who entered the realm of comprehension from the human world did not lie. Their long-browed patriarch did indeed sit here, but it is not known whether the last successor of the warrior is sealed inside."

"At that time, the successor of the martial artist was killed, and what was sealed was only the corpse. Now I am afraid that even the bones have been completely melted."

While speaking, more than a dozen cultivators kept urging their flying swords, chopping horizontally and vertically on the hollow mountain.

The sound of "rumbling" was endless, and a mountain peak was smashed to pieces with their powerful force.

In the end, a sealed door was exposed in the middle and lower part of the mountain, and only then did they stop moving.

"That's right, it's my cultivator's seal! I didn't expect the energy fluctuations of the seal to be so strong after so many years. If we didn't get the method to break the seal, it would be difficult to open the seal."

More than a dozen powerful cultivators acted together, deciphering the five elements, the gossip, and the nine palaces... It took a full hour before they breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The long eyebrows back then were so powerful, you are really a character!"

"Hopefully we didn't come in vain, instead of just digging up a pile of rotten bones."

Accompanied by an earth-shattering sound, the broken mountain collapsed completely, and even the surrounding mountains shook violently, and it took a long time to calm down completely.

More than a dozen cultivators flew back from a distance in disgrace, all of them were disheveled and their clothes were torn. Just now they had received a strong impact, and they all showed expressions of surprise.

"What a powerful force."

"Changmei is really a strong man, and the sealed warrior successor seems to be an extremely powerful character. Fortunately, he died that year."

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the mountain disappeared, revealing a huge stone platform, like an ancient altar, thirty feet high, with a crystal coffin placed on it, emitting soft brilliance under the sunlight.

What is surprising and weird is that there is a flying sword nailed to the crystal coffin, and bright red blood is dripping out from the cracks in the crystal coffin.

The dozen or so cultivators gasped. What they saw was too strange. Didn’t that person have already been killed? After so many years of sealing, the body may have been decomposed, but why... bright red blood dripped from the crystal coffin?

A cultivator bravely threw out a magic weapon, a Wujin hammer quickly enlarged, and smashed towards the crystal coffin like a hill.

"boom"

The crystal coffin collapsed, and nothing terrible happened, revealing a white skeleton inside.

"It was a false alarm. It seems that this martial artist was really scary back then. He was sealed for endless years, but the bones are still there, and the blood has not completely melted away. It is very scary."

"Of course, it is said that many masters of cultivation were killed back then, and he was sealed here."

"Unfortunately, apart from the flying sword on the crystal coffin, there is no treasure."

"Satisfaction, this flying sword is here for this flying sword, it's luck that we got it."

While talking, they walked over and took away the flying sword with dazzling brilliance and powerful energy fluctuations. One of them kicked the bone hard, and at this moment something surprising happened.

The white skeleton suddenly sat up, and with a "bang", a pair of bony palms hit the man's legs firmly, smashing the cultivator's legs to pieces on the spot.

"ah……"

With a scream, the upper body of the cultivator shot up into the sky in an instant, his whole face was distorted, and he screamed miserably. And the others retreated immediately, each with their flying swords slashing at the bones.

"Dangdang"

Sparks shot out, and the flying sword, which could split giant mountains, made trembling sounds when it hit the bones, and it was difficult to damage it at all. This phenomenon stunned more than a dozen practitioners on the spot.

"Could it be that... the warriors of the past were really powerful?!"

"How is this possible? If he is still alive, how terrifying would it be?"

"Fortunately, there are no pure warriors in this world anymore."

...

More than a dozen cultivators feel that this place is very evil, and it is difficult to destroy the bone with all their strength. They think that the reason why it sits up suddenly is probably because the resentment of the warrior has not dissipated, and what happened just now.

In the end, more than a dozen people cut down a mountain, pressed the bones under it, and they left in a hurry.

It wasn't until the dozen or so people had completely gone away that Xiao Chen appeared in the distance. He had to admit that the dozen or so people just now were not something he could fight against, they were really very powerful.

Xiao Chen swung the golden halberd, split the mountain that was pressing on the bone, and cleared away the gravel, revealing the bone and some bloodstains again.

The last successor of the martial artist has also fallen. Xiao Chen has always regarded himself as a martial artist even though he has supernatural powers. Seeing this bone in front of him, waves of waves arose in his heart, and he felt sad for the martial artist.

"brush"

Bone suddenly sat up straight, a little bit of weak mental fluctuations rippling out, all the bright red blood on the ground floated up and gathered towards Bone.

"You... here... the person who inherits the mark of martial arts has finally come..."

Xiao Chen was very surprised at first, but quickly calmed down, and stood quietly in front of the bones.

"Wu will never die... warriors... are the strongest. They tried their best to exterminate us because... they are afraid of us!" The weak mental fluctuations seemed to be interrupted at any time.

"Are they referring to cultivators?" In this situation, Xiao Chen behaved calmly, without any fear or horror.

"No...they, including the cultivators...people from all the cultivation systems...joined up to exterminate the warriors."

Xiao Chen asked calmly: "They say that warriors are the weakest and are eliminated by history..."

"Nonsense! Slander... History is always in the hands of the victors... They can tamper with it..." The weak mental fluctuations were interrupted for a while, and after a long time, he said: "Wu, you are indeed at a disadvantage in the early stage, but once you have achieved something, you will be invincible against practitioners of the same level! The so-called magic weapon of cultivation is like broken copper and iron.

Xiao Chen listened to him quietly without interrupting.

"The reason why we were destroyed...that was because our ancestor god fell unexpectedly...all the cultivation systems attacked us together." Speaking of this, there were tears rolling down from the bone's eye sockets.

Xiao Chen felt that kind of hopeless sadness, and his mood fluctuated accordingly, as if tears were about to roll down.

Despair, loss, grief... intertwined.

"There is no time... I can't say more, I just have a lingering resentment, I persisted until now... just to ignite the battle blood of the inheritor of the mark of martial arts..."

Speaking of this, the blood that gathered on the white bones burst out suddenly, and all hit Xiao Chen's body.

At this moment, Xiao Chen suddenly felt his blood surging, his heart was full of pride, the sleeping blood of the warrior was activated, his blood was boiling, he had the urge to look up to the sky and scream, at this moment he felt that everything in the world was in the palm of his hand, and he had the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers!

"That's right! A real warrior must have this kind of aura, look down on the universe, look down on the world. Wu... will never be destroyed, the real fighting saints are us!" The weak mental fluctuations were completely interrupted, and the bones were instantly wiped out.

It took a long time for Xiao Chen to calm down, and he chopped down countless boulders with his own hands, burying this unknown half-ancestor here.

Wu's sorrow, Wu's sad song, Wu's desolation... The ending of the last warrior ended like this.

Xiao Chen felt that maybe he had to really practice the mark of martial arts!

Through the mark of martial arts, Xiao Chen knew that to become that supreme martial artist, one must have a firm heart.

Perhaps, now is an opportunity.

Cutting off the love in the past, forgetting everything in the past, this may be his first test, forcibly erasing a person's figure from his heart!

Three days later, Xiao Chen appeared in Jinling. He had left his laughing words with Ruoshui in front of the Confucius Temple by the Qinhuai River. He came here to remember and say goodbye to the past.

Since it is impossible to start all over again, he decisively chooses to let himself forget, and this last memory will be his sharp sword to cut off the past! Only by truly facing the past can we truly cut off everything in the past.

In front of the Confucius Temple, people were bustling with people. Xiao Chen felt as if he had passed away. The laughter and the little things of the past seemed to be right in front of his eyes. He walked aimlessly until the confusion on his face gradually receded, and the firm light in his eyes became more and more intense. He cut off everything in Jinling.

Three days later, Xiao Chen came to Yanjing in the north. In the bustling snack street, he ordered a large table of special snacks, some of which he liked, and some of which Ruoshui liked. Sitting here alone for a whole day, the shadow in his heart gradually faded, and Xiao Chen forgot everything about Yanjing.

Yes, to truly erase everything here, this is not to deceive oneself, but to destroy it from the heart with unimaginable perseverance!

A few days later, Xiao Chen came to the northernmost prairie, riding a horse king surrendered from a group of wild horses, Xiao Chen galloped on the vast prairie, recalling the past here.

At the moment when he was about to destroy the past in the grassland, he felt a pain in his heart, and a thought flashed through him: Have I become very ruthless? The former lover turned out to be a cauldron for me to enter the Supreme Martial Arts. I beheaded her ruthlessly to test myself. Will there be a day when I regret it?

Riding a dragon horse, flying across the world, Xiao Chen looked up to the sky and screamed, and finally resolutely wiped out everything here, erasing it from his heart forever.

In the next three months, Xiao Chen's shadow appeared in many places in Kyushu. He revisited the places he and Ruoshui had visited together, faced the past, and wiped out the past!

Today he is about to go to the last stop——Yellow Crane Tower, and completely cut off everything in the past.

The traces in his heart have been almost completely erased, Xiao Chen seems to have completed a transformation, and walked up the Yellow Crane Tower calmly.

"Xiao Chen..." At a table by the window on the fifth floor, one of several young men and women stood up in surprise, and looked at Xiao Chen with an incredulous expression.

Xiao Chen looked back and recognized that person, it was his old friend Chen Fang from "One Word Sword Gate".

Xiao Chen strode over to meet them.

"It's really you, Xiao Chen... Where have you been for eight years? Ruoshui has been waiting for you for seven years!"

"Who is Ruoshui?"

"You..." Chen Fang pointed at Xiao Chen, speechless, and finally roared angrily, "How could you do this?"

A woman next to him stopped the enraged Chen Fang. She actually had a third vertical eye. Although she wasn't very beautiful, she had a very special aura, which seemed to be able to purify people's hearts and make people feel extremely peaceful.

Between the opening and closing of the third vertical eye, a little bit of soft light spilled out. She sighed and said, "This is a ruthless man, a heart-wrenching man. Just now I saw a scene in a daze. He swung his sword and cut himself... It's a pity that he is so powerful that I can't see the truth."

At this moment, Xiao Chen almost ruthlessly completed the final transformation, swiping his sword and completely beheading Ruo Shui's figure.

When the last trace of shadow was completely erased by Xiao Chen, he seemed to have fallen from a height of ten thousand zhang, and his heart was extremely empty, feeling that a very precious thing in life had been completely thrown away by him.

But immediately after that, two bright divine lights shot out from his eyes, full of powerful self-confidence, and he swung the sword of wisdom, cutting off the fetters in his heart, not forgetting, but completely cutting off his former lover, which required unimaginable perseverance for ordinary people, and he...really succeeded.

Wu!

With this word in his heart, he felt that his whole body was full of strength, and he wanted to enter the Supreme Martial Arts!

He glanced at the people in front of him, and asked calmly, "Who is Ruoshui?"