From the moment Ling Xian saw Yu Wusleeve, it was destined for today's result.
Everything is a conspiracy, a game set up by Yu Wusleeve.
She has a dream, to be the empress who is high above and looks down on all beings, but unfortunately her qualifications are very ordinary, and she can't break through the supreme avenue in her life, achieve supreme cultivation, and look down on the eight wildernesses, overlooking the world.
Fortunately, she had an ancestral artifact, and if it was planted on a monk, she could transfer most of that person's cultivation and qualifications to herself.
It's a pity that Yuezhou's geniuses are too powerful, and she doesn't have a chance to use this evil item at all.
Therefore, she began to travel to Kyushu, searching all over the world, and finally learned in Yunzhou that there was once a genius who was glorious in the ten directions, but because he had taken the Demon Heart Pill in his early years, his qualifications were ruined and he was reduced to an ordinary monk.
After hearing this news, Yu Wusleeve was overjoyed, because her ancestral artifact not only had the magical effect of depriving others of their qualifications, but also relieved the side effects of all pills.
So, she made a series of plans, first to find Ling Xian, introduce him to the Shangqing Gate, and then do her best to assist him, give him all the resources in cultivation, and wait for the moment when Ling Xian was weakened, she would attract that divine artifact and transfer most of his qualifications and cultivation to herself.
The high-level leaders of the Shangqing Sect were very clear about this matter, but since her ancestor was one of the founders of the Shangqing Sect, her status in this sect was very high, and many elders naturally strongly supported her approach.
So, there is the current scene.
But all the famous forces in Yuezhou sent people to watch the ceremony, the people were full of voices, and it was very lively, it stands to reason that this is a scandalous matter, Yu Wusleeve should not choose to make trouble at this time, but what she wants with Shangqingmen is this effect.
With the fall of Yuezhou on the first day, another new star was raised.
What's more, Yu Wusleeve's cultivation was not high, but Ling Xian was always in a strong state, and only when he was extremely weak due to the thunder tribulation, it was possible to succeed in activating that divine object.
As expected, she succeeded, and she transplanted Ling Xian's peerless talent into herself.
At this moment, Yu Wusleeve stood on the top of the peak, shining brightly, like the sun hanging high, like the stars arching over the moon, high above, looking at the mortal dust.
Her eyes suddenly changed to one black and one white, holding a blood-colored magic sword in her left hand, with snow-white divine wings behind her back, and her delicate body was dressed in golden armor fairy clothes, like an empress sitting in the clouds, proud of the past and the present, and shining in the world.
And Ling Xian was like a clown, dim and dull, reduced to a foil.
How dazzling he was once is, how dim he is now.
How depressed she was in the past, how beautiful she is now.
His world-shattering talent has become hers' world-shattering talent, and everything he has become hers.
The heart is upset, the heart is distressed, the heart is broken.
Anger, unwillingness, sorrow, hatred, and Ling Xian had mixed feelings, but in the end, they turned into a simple sigh.
Looking at those cold and merciless eyes, he slowly shook his head, and then staggered, his legs heavy and walked down to the peak.
The crowd parted automatically, no one stopped them, no one laughed, but their eyes all showed a trace of pity.
Yu Wusleeve read Ling Xian's last look, there was still blazing love hidden in that gaze, and he also understood the meaning of the one who shook his head, there was no anger after being deprived of everything, nor the hatred that had been deceived for twenty years, some, just a trace of disappointment.
Disappointed in the cause she set back then, disappointed in the fruit she reaps now.
It is obviously the fruit of joy, but why is it a little bitter in his heart, Yu Wusleeve looked at Ling Xian's back as if he had aged for hundreds of years, and his heart was a little bitter and a little blocked.
The Buddha said that cause and effect, if there is a cause, there will be effect, sowing good causes will get good results, and sowing evil causes will get evil results.
Then, what you planted that day is the cause of evil, and what you reap now is also the evil fruit Yu Wusleeve shook her head, no longer thinking about this problem, whether it is good cause or evil effect, everything has dissipated like a cloud of smoke, from now on, she and Ling Xian are people of two worlds.
One is high up, shining like the sun, and the other is falling from the altar, as humble and small as the earth.
Yu Wusleeve stood on the top of the peak, as if standing on the highest imperial throne in the world, she succeeded, got the qualifications and most of the cultivation of Ling Xian, and from then on she will definitely ascend to the sky, step on the immortal line, achieve supreme hegemony, and become an empress like the emperor of the peace of chaos more than 200,000 years ago.
However, why was he speechless and choked, and tears fell into two lines.
Yu Wusleeve bowed slightly, and covered his left chest with his hand.
It hurts there.
Fifty years later, Qingcheng suddenly had an old man with gray hair and was about to die.
He didn't attract any attention, and quietly came to the Ling family's former mansion, where the glory of the past was recorded, but now, it has become a ruined well.
The old man was clumsy, ragged, pale, and his eyes were gloomy, as if he might die at any moment.
It was Ling Xian.
After being deprived of his qualifications and most of his cultivation by Yu Wusleeve, he knew that he had returned to the state where he had fallen to the mortal dust due to the Demon Heart Pill, and could not continue to take steps on the road of cultivation, so he ignored the difficulties and obstacles, traveled a long distance, wore the stars and wore the moon, returned to Yunzhou, returned to Qingcheng, and returned to his roots.
It took 50 years to go.
From a handsome young man in his prime, to a dying old man who is now dying, from a peerless genius who shines in the Eight Desolations, to a late monk who is now determined to die, Ling Xian's life can be called a legend, an alternative legend.
Looking at the dusty Ling family's mansion, Ling Xian sighed lightly, walked heavily, staggered to a boulder and sat down, panting and coughing loudly.
A few simple steps, but it was like carrying a thousand pounds of boulders, which made him gasp for breath, and his face became even paler, like a broken candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time and go to death.
This place was the martial arts arena of the Ling family back then.
Looking at the ruined wells around him, the corners of Ling Xian's mouth turned up slightly, as if he saw the family competition staged here and there, and also seemed to see himself back then.
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The corners of his mouth are also upturned like now, but he is full of spirit and pride, and he wants to be above the nine heavens and pick up ten thousand stars.
But now Ling Xian laughed, and the bits and pieces of his life came to his mind.
From embarking on the path of cultivation to encountering a major turning point in life; From coming to Cangyun City to worshipping the Qingyun Sect; From falling off the altar, to returning to the position of Tianjiao, to being calculated by Yu Wusleeve, and losing all glory, every bit of it comes to mind.
Time flies, a hundred years in a hurry, but in a flick of a finger.
Anger, loss, happiness, scenery, sadness, calmness, all emotions Ling Xian has had.
He has also experienced intrigues, deceit, indifference, and all the dirtiness and filth of human nature.
There are thousands of scenery in the world of cultivating immortals, and there are thousands of wonderful mans, and he has seen it with his own eyes.
Although Ling Xian's life was short in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, it was wonderful enough, even more exciting than most people.
He once sat upright in the clouds, looking down at all beings, and he was humble as the earth, looking up at the heavens.
The ups and downs of life, the great sorrows and joys, Ling Xian has all had them, and if he were any one of them, I am afraid that he would have been unable to bear this huge gap and committed suicide.
But he went through it twice, but he stubbornly survived, which shows that the tenacity in his bones has not changed.
Time has smoothed his sharpness, but it can't smooth his arrogance.
Although this life is short, Ling Xian has no regrets, and he has no regrets, although until the end, he still did not fulfill his dream, but he has left many marks in the world, proving that he has been here, and this is enough.
With a light sigh, Ling Xian trembled and stretched out his hand to take out a book from his bosom that he had bought from a stall when he was a child.
Who's Who in Kyushu This book has been with him for many years and represents his nostalgia for the past.
However, since returning from the secret realm, he has never opened it again, perhaps because the Ling family's mansion evoked his thoughts about the past, so on a whim, he took out this book from his bosom that was dedicated to introducing the most outstanding great people in the immortal cultivation world for millions of years.
Ling Xian's old eyes were cloudy, and his breath was like a gossamer, he gently blew away the dust on the cover, and then turned the pages one by one.
Turning down from the first page, the names of the great men in front of him did not feel anything special until he turned to page 250.
A name with an inexplicable familiarity came into view.
Refining the firmament.
These three words seemed to have a kind of magic power, which made Ling Xian stunned for an instant, and some familiar but unfamiliar memories suddenly appeared in his heart.
"Refining the Firmament" After a long time, a trace of mist appeared in Ling Xian's eyes, and then large drops of tears slid down, like heavy rain pouring down, waking him up this poor man who was in a dream and didn't know how to dream.
"Master" Ling Xian's eyes suddenly burst out with a dazzling look, and he stood up suddenly, and raised his head to the sky with a long roar, shaking the Eight Desolations and resounding through the world At this moment, he didn't seem to be a dying old man, but a heroic young man who was once full of pride and swallowed the stars He has understood everything.
From beginning to end, it was just a dream, a dream that was extremely real.
The spirit of the secret realm did not send him back to the outside world at all, but only brought him into an illusion, there was no collapse of the Ling family at all, there were no two big ups and downs, and there was no such person as Yu Wusleeve, everything was a dream that the illusion spied into his heart, thus forming independently.
And the weakness of this illusion, or the only way to get out of the illusion, is to think about the Nine Immortals Diagram and the refining of the sky.
From beginning to end, whether it was when Ling Xian was in danger or when he was in his glory, Dan Xian never appeared, that was because the illusion deliberately eliminated Ling Xian's memory of the refining firmament, so in this dream, Ling Xian didn't remember everything about the Nine Immortals Diagram at all.
It wasn't until today, on a whim, that he opened the Who's Who in Kyushu and saw the three words refining the sky, and then he remembered the memory of being erased by the illusion, and realized that this hurried hundred years of time turned out to be nothing more than a flash in the pan.
"Spirit of the Secret Realm, I already know everything, you still don't let me get out" Ling Xian stepped out in one step, angrily fighting bulls, as if the strongest Tianzun had descended into the world, and the supreme true immortal was in the dust, proud of the ancient and modern, and looked at the world Suddenly, the surrounding space was like a shattered mirror, cracking through huge gaps, and then gradually annihilating.
The next moment, Ling Xian's figure flickered and disappeared from this false world.
"Adventurer, congratulations on waking up at the last moment and successfully breaking away from the illusion of time for a hundred years
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