Canghua, deep winter.
Beyond the clouds, the peaks are covered with frost and snow.
On the bridge, a group of independent cultivators from all over the world gathered here, looking around, gazing at the seventy-two mountains floating majestically in the sky after the wind and snow, with expressions of surprise and admiration on their faces.
"I've long heard that Canghua Yunxiao is a holy land for sword cultivators. Now I see that it is indeed worthy of its reputation. The seventy-two outer peaks alone are already full of spiritual energy, and the remaining thirty-six inner peaks must be an even more unique treasure land."
"I still remember that when Yunxiao was selecting disciples, only one out of a thousand was chosen. The selection criteria were very harsh, but countless people still managed to get in."
Someone laughed after hearing this, pointed at the suspension bridge under their feet, and said, "You may not know that during the Yunxiao selection, this bridge was one of the selection checkpoints. A group of teenagers who have not yet established their foundation have to walk step by step from the bridge head to the bridge position. There will also be evil spirits on the bridge to obstruct them. The road is long and difficult, and if your mind is not stable, you will fall down, and if you fall down, you will never be eligible to participate in the selection again in your life."
Everyone was slightly stunned.
The suspension bridge is famous for its danger, hanging between two mountain peaks. In the deep and misty clouds, there is a sky thousands of feet high below.
They don't even dare to look down now. Walking on the bridge is like walking on thin ice. It's hard to imagine how a group of teenagers could do it back then.
Everyone sighed and said, "No wonder. Nine out of ten famous sword cultivators in the world come from Yunxiao."
The blue-robed monk who was speaking in front smiled softly upon hearing this: "That's right. The Biyun Sword, the Fuxia Sword, the Immortal Yi, the Fairy Wuhen. During the heyday of Yunxiao, every generation was extremely talented. The most popular among them was Pei Yuzhi, who was the chief disciple of Yunxiao at the time and the number one in the Heavenly Questioning Test."
Everyone was stunned. When they heard the name, their expressions were a little strange: "Pei Yuzhi?"
The blue-robed monk walked slowly in the snow and said with a smile, "Yes. But the rumors now are probably about him betraying his master and ancestors and escaping from the sect."
A young man in the crowd showed a deep contempt on his face: "He doesn't deserve to be called a human being, he is just a beast. In order to break through the Nascent Soul stage, he did not hesitate to use his own disciple as a medicine. True Man Ziyang abandoned his own cultivation and struggled to escape from him."
Someone continued, "What's even more despicable is that Pei Yuzhi was afraid of losing his reputation, so he killed his master with his own hands, killing the head of Yunxiao Sect who had been so kind to him. He ascended to the position of the head of Yunxiao Sect, and pushed the blame for killing his master onto Master Ziyang, letting the world hunt him down. His heart is so evil that he should be killed."
"Fortunately, Taoist Ziyang is extremely talented and blessed by heaven. He became the first great man in Canghua to reach the half-step out-of-body stage. He made a comeback and exposed his conspiracy to the public. At this time, Pei Yuzhi was still resisting stubbornly, hiding behind the Yunxiao Sect, and was afraid to come out like a coward."
At this point, anger welled up on the man's face: "He caused tens of millions of people in Yunxiao to die tragically, and blood stained the 108 peaks. The mighty clan was severely damaged overnight."
"Evildoers will be punished. Pei Yuzhi was finally caught. Master Ziyang abolished his cultivation, pulled out his bones, and pushed him into the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts. He was tortured to death. He deserved it!"
The word "you deserve it" fell heavily on the ground.
The monks on the suspension bridge also nodded in agreement. Pei Yuzhi had done so many evil things that it was difficult to list them all, so death was too easy for him. Such an evil person should be cut into pieces.
After listening to the young man's words, the blue-robed middle-aged monk continued to smile and said, "It is indeed very gratifying. But you may not know. In fact, before Pei Yuzhi became possessed by the devil, he was also a famous figure."
He walked calmly, his robes brushing against the snow piled on the suspension bridge, and said, "If you ask me, regardless of his crimes and viciousness, Pei Yuzhi's era should be the most prosperous era in the cultivation world in thousands of years, with many young heroes emerging."
"A hundred years ago, there was a saying that everyone in Canghua could recite - 'Blue flowers grow in a pool of blood, white bones turn into blue butterflies, relics have the heart of a Buddha and the eyes of a phoenix, a sword soars through the frost-filled peak'. There is a mystery hidden in this saying, and it corresponds to the five heroes of the world who were chosen in the Heavenly Test back then."
"Among them, the last sentence is about Pei Yuzhi. At that time, the demons on Wuwang Peak were causing chaos, and there was widespread grief within a hundred miles. According to rumors, it was Pei Yuzhi who, with his sword, massacred the entire mountain in one night. The entire mountain was a river of blood and bones were lying everywhere. As soon as he left the mountain gate, the sun rose and snow fell all over the sky. The vast expanse of white wiped out all the remaining corpses on Panheng Wuwang Peak. Pei Yuzhi's sword defied frost, and his reputation spread like this."
Everyone remained silent.
A sword covers the frost, and ten miles of vastness.
Even if you were not in that era, you can guess what kind of demeanor and spirit the young swordsman who won first place in the Questioning the Sky Test and became a legend in the world of cultivation had.
But who could have thought that such a person would eventually begin to rot from the very soul.
The blue-robed monk said slowly, "When I was young, I grew up listening to Pei Yuzhi's stories. I didn't expect that when I came back again, everything had changed. The Yunxiao Sect, once the number one sect, has now fallen to this point."
He sighed, and everyone felt a little melancholy.
Fine snow fell from the sky, the sky was blue-gray, and all the mountains were silent.
There are 108 peaks in the sky, each covered with snow, concealing the bloody atmosphere of those years.
The suspension bridge is very long, but it slowly reaches the end.
The clouds and fog disappeared, and a blue stone stood at the exit with three sword marks on it and the words "I have no shame, and this is my sword as proof" written beside it.
Each stroke revealed an extremely profound sword intent. The casual cultivators were in awe and had complicated expressions.
This thousand-year-old stone stands at the entrance of the suspension bridge. In the wind and snow, one can still vaguely see the splendor of Yunxiao in the past.
At this time, a tall and thin young man in a black robe walked out of the crowd. He was completely surrounded by a black mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
He exuded a cold and lonely feeling, like a stiff dead person.
Everyone had always thought he was strange, but out of inexplicable fear, they didn't dare to provoke him or ask him questions. Now seeing him suddenly step forward, they were stunned and silent.
The young man half-knelt down, his pale fingers slowly holding onto the bluestone.
The others looked uneasy when they saw this and reminded him, "This bluestone was erected by Yunxiao Zhenren, the founder of Yunxiao Sect. You are being a little offensive by doing this."
But the young man in black robe turned a deaf ear to him. His hands were very white and thin, skin and bones, with a faint blue color like a dead person. His slender fingertips brushed over the words little by little, and the wind and snow stopped at this moment.
The frost and snow on the welcoming bluestone melted away, and at his fingertips, it seemed as if a hundred years of intimacy had passed.
When the young man lowered his head, people could see his long hair hanging under the brim of his hat. It was so pale that every strand was whiter than the snow.
Everyone was stunned again.
This dead-looking man traced the eight characters on the bluestone one by one. The whole gray and white world was filled with an inexplicable sadness. After a long time, he seemed to say something. His voice was very low and hoarse, and his pronunciation was strange, and it was melted in the wind and snow.
No one could hear clearly.
The independent cultivators were extremely confused.
But someone heard it clearly.
At the highest peak of Yunxiao, in the cave, the protagonist of today's ascension ceremony, the now world-famous Master Ziyang, slowly opened his eyes.
Tick.
Tick.
The blood flowed along the steps, staining the snow red.
No one from all over the world who came here to see Taoist Zi Yang would have thought that the ascension ceremony would become the current Shura Domain.
The mysterious man finally revealed his true face.
Under the black robe was a dark green color, as cold and eerie as the moss growing in the dark corners of rocks.
Now the green robe is stained red with blood, and three thousand snow-white hairs fall behind him.
The sword in his hand was dripping with blood, and he was getting closer step by step.
There were corpses and broken arms all over the ground, and the people who were still breathing trembled and shrank back, not daring to make a sound.
Ji Wuyou covered his chest and was forced into the corner of the hall. His bloodshot eyes were filled with paranoia and hatred, as well as disbelief and fear of death.
"How could you still be alive! How could you still come back alive!"
He coughed up blood intermittently, his fingers supported the ground, and his bones turned white.
He roared heartbreakingly.
The young man with blood-stained clothes dragged on the ground, with an indifferent expression. His skin was pale, and before he killed someone, he looked like a walking corpse, cold, withdrawn, gloomy, and silent. After killing someone, the cruelty and bloodiness in his bones were aroused, and even his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.
His return from hell should have been the nightmare of this world.
Pei Yuzhi seemed to smile, swung his sword, and without blinking, he crippled Ji Wuyou's legs first.
"ah!"
Ji Wuyou screamed in agony, his eyes bulging with anger.
There was fear in his eyes as he looked at the bloody, cold and evil man in front of him. He could not connect him with the master who used to be so kind and patient to him.
A few drops of blood splashed onto his white hair, red and dazzling. Pei Yuzhi's eyes were as dark as the abyss, suppressing the madness and hatred that destroyed the world. He said in a hoarse and strange voice: "You destroyed my cultivation, pulled out my bones, killed my master, destroyed my sect, and framed me to the world. Ji Wuyou, how are we going to settle these accounts?"
Ji Wuyou's inner fear finally overflowed, his scalp numbed, and his pale face was full of struggle and resistance.
Incoherent: "No, you can't kill me. I am the descendant of the demon. How can you kill me?"
Pei Yuzhi said nothing and cut his tendons with his sword.
He now acts like a madman when he sees blood. He slashes Ji Wuyou's face with his sword, and the whole world is dyed red with blood.
One by one, cut into pieces.
Ji Wuyou struggled to his death and yelled, "Pei Yuzhi!"
Pei Yuzhi's last sword pierced directly through Ji Wuyou's throat.
All sounds stopped abruptly.
Ji Wuyou stared at Pei Yuzhi with wide eyes, filled with resentment, hatred, and murderous intent, floating under a layer of blood mist. Slowly, his consciousness dissipated and turned into something deeper and more complicated.
Pei Yuzhi stretched out his pale and bluish fingers and dug out his two eyeballs.
Ji Wuyou couldn't even shout!
Only the empty eye sockets were left, facing upwards.
Pei Yuzhi stood up, his hair, clothes, and hands were all covered in blood. His expression was cold and cruel, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.
He turned and left.
When I went out, I saw heavy snow still falling in the sky.
Ji Wuyou finally died.
The soul is completely scattered.
There is absolutely no possibility of survival.
He stood under the blue-gray sky and slowly raised his head. It was another year of snow. In a distant memory, he was in another world, looking out the window, and it was also snowing. Or maybe not long ago, in front of Wuwang Peak, the snow was as deep as before.
Once a sword that cut through frost, he became famous for a time.
Only a hundred years.
I am deeply indebted to my teachers and friends who have been with me throughout my life and death.
Ji Wuyou is dead.
What will happen to the world if the protagonist dies
Soon, the heaven and the world gave him the answer.
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, the wind and snow twisted, strong winds blew, and even heavy rain poured down. The light from the sky was swallowed up, leaving only a vast darkness. The golden and purple light turned into a thunder catastrophe, and the wind roared, tearing apart the space and time.
Pei Yuzhi laughed, a silent and crazy laugh.
In the distorted world, heavy rain formed a curtain, and the rain condensed into a mirror in the air.
Through the vast fog, the dark mirror slowly reflected the figure of a person.
Pei Yuzhi's smile suddenly froze.
In the mirror was a young man in a white shirt, with a handsome face, holding a cup of tea, smiling at him from a very far distance.
The eyes are clear, clean and bright.
The indescribable pain and anger suddenly burned my mind.
Pei Yuzhi spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sword shattered the young man's face. He staggered forward a step. The rain on his face was mixed with blood, and his white hair was as cold as snow.
He walked in this world where order was collapsing. In the cracks of darkness, the last person muttered to himself: "It doesn't matter if the sky collapses and the earth breaks apart, and the sun and the moon turn upside down. I will also coexist with this universe and this time, forever and immortal."
Immortality.