The stone chamber was empty with only one person.
Qu Duanyun didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He was happy that the century-old undertaking was a world-shaking event, but he was worried that the situation was strange and far from his previous understanding - at that time, he only thought that the immortals lived on the clouds, with long flowing clothes, and usually only saw their shadows but not the people. Just now, he heard the flesh-like master's description out of thin air, and he felt confused and couldn't react.
According to the master of the meat statue, the true immortal should be the last person to eat the meat.
He or she only provides the mind for the hanging tree, and has lost his or her humanity. When the time comes to respect and take the meat, and become a new true immortal, this person will travel far to a foreign country and bury himself or herself in the soil.
In other words, the "god" is about to leave Dayun, why choose to meet him at this time
In the end, Qu Duanyun still knelt down obediently with Jiang Youyue and bowed to the empty space.
After the ceremony, the stone chamber rumbled. It seemed that invisible roots were coming out from the cracks in the stone. They gathered together, and dark red flesh and blood oozed out of thin air, gradually forming the shape of a person. At first glance, it looked like the person had grown internal organs, bones and flesh from the void, and then attached skin, which was very creepy.
After the skin and flesh grew, the few thin roots turned milky white, and covered his body like a silk cocoon. Soon, a simple white garment took shape. The hem of the garment dragged on the ground, without a speck of dust.
Qu Duanyun took a closer look and found that the white object was quite familiar, just like the three thousand strands of worries that had taken shape.
A man appeared out of nowhere underground.
To Qu Duanyun's surprise, the man was not the "fairy-like old man". He was tall and strong, with deep eyebrows and eyes, and a handsome face. But his eyes were hidden in the shadows, emitting a bright green glow. Only his eyes looked like a beast in the dark.
The man had a calm expression, with a firm look between his brows, and he looked strangely familiar. However, his expression was very frightening, and even though Qu Duanyun had been in the martial arts world for a long time, he was still frightened by his eyes.
Just like a tiger sweeping away a small insect, there was no malice or strangeness in those green eyes, almost pure. Its power spread out in all directions, and it was intimidating, but it still made people unable to raise their heads.
Qu Duanyun was a half-savage man, so he was mentally prepared. Unfortunately, the fear in his bones exploded on its own, and he couldn't suppress it at all.
Is this the true immortal
After the True Immortal appeared, he stood quietly in the same place, not to mention that he did not shake at all, even his breathing did not seem to move. If you ignore the aura that makes people's scalps numb, this person is really different from the trees.
"This is the first True Immortal of our Great Yun." Jiang Youyue whispered, "You should have heard of this shell. This is one of the two heroes of the founding of the country - Sun Wang, Marquis of Lie'an."
"This body is simple in its desires, and is a top-notch material. However, after spending about three hundred years, the limits of its capabilities have long been explored. If Yan Budu had not given up on seeing the flesh, he would have left this place long ago to 'sow seeds'."
Jiang Youyue knelt respectfully on the ground without looking up. His voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for the immortal in front of him to hear. But the immortal just looked at them and remained motionless.
Qu Duanyun suddenly had a strange feeling. The thing in front of him covered in human skin did not "not understand" but "did not care".
He... or it just wants them to obey and respect, and everything else doesn't matter. After all, the hanging tree is so huge that it won't care about these "small creatures" at the roots.
Jiang Youyue continued: "I brought you here this time just to let the hanging wood mark you first. Even if you are seriously injured, you won't show... well, the 'horse-breaking' sign that you Taiheng mentioned."
Qu Duanyun looked at his master and lowered his head very low: "Thank you, Master."
Jiang Youyue bowed respectfully to the Immortal Chong, who finally moved and turned to Qu Duanyun.
Countless snow-like roots crawled across his skin, glowing with a light green luster, leaving countless tiny blood spots on his body. The blood spots quickly scabbed and fell off, as if something heavy was pulled away from his body, and Qu Duanyun felt relieved.
It was an extremely wonderful feeling, as if one had been locked up in a damp tomb for a lifetime and was suddenly in a different world and could truly taste the refreshing cool breeze.
Before Qu Duanyun could finish his surprise, the immortal wearing the shell of Sun Wang resumed his original standing posture, like an extremely exquisite statue. He stared at Jiang Youyue with his green eyes, without blinking.
Jiang Youyue remained kneeling and stood up. He took out a roll of fine silk paper from his bosom and just unfolded it, but he saw that the real immortal's expression changed - for a moment, the thing seemed to have opened some mechanism, and finally revealed a trace of human flavor.
"If you are in trouble, I will be back soon."
Its voice was clear and pleasant to the ear, and very much like a human's, except that its tone was particularly cold and distant.
Then, it turned into meat pulp on the spot and quickly disappeared into the air.
The pressure in the air suddenly disappeared, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Qu Duanyun didn't have time to appreciate the changes in his body, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"…The third True Immortal? Wasn't Sun Wang a person from the founding period?"
"Who do you think brought this world down?" Jiang Youyue sighed, "The saint specially chose Xu Li and gradually settled the territory of Dayun. At that time, the country was not strong enough and Xu Li's ability was limited. The true immortals were civil officials and could no longer intervene in the war... It happened that the meat was ripe, so the saint gave it to Sun Wang."
When it comes to all matters in the world, Qu Duanyun can understand them all at a glance.
After the Immortal He Cheng'an presented the meat, he disappeared under the pretext of "offering sacrifice to heaven" and went to a foreign country to "sow seeds". Xu Li passed away, and the national teacher died. Compared with the young prince, Sun Wang had greater prestige and was an excellent choice.
Events proved that the saint was not wrong - Sun Wang became a true immortal, "loyal" regent in the past, and fought in the wars in the future, becoming a famous minister. He laid a solid foundation for the Great Yun, and also inherited He Cheng'an's plan to "breed" Yuzi in the royal bloodline.
Three hundred years have passed, Dayun has a solid foundation, and Yuzi has been well trained. It is time to replace Xuanmu with a better puppet.
Just now, the immortal said "It's difficult to have a child", and then disappeared immediately. Could it be that...
Qu Duanyun took a deep breath.
Seeing this, Jiang Youyue smiled faintly: "Just as you said. Duanyun, do you have anything else to ask?"
"there is none left."
Qu Duanyun swallowed his saliva and said with lingering fear.
No wonder the master didn't care about Jingzhi's life or death at that time. The destiny that he had despised in the past was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
At this moment, Shi Jingzhi was lying on the edge of the town.
Surrounded by people, he curled up in pain. His clothes were stained with blood, and there was a deep wound on his throat.
The Changle Gang's men slashed his throat first, and Su Si cut his throat open later. Now this knife hit the old wound, and the three wounds merged into one, appearing deeper and longer.
Blood was all over the ground, staining the dry stems of tender grass red. In the agony of near death, Shi Jingzhi dug his fingertips into the soil, trembling and scratching.
Unlike last time, Yin Ci did not come to the scene immediately to treat the wound. There was only a breeze swirling around, making a very low whistling sound.
A few dozen steps away, Yin Ci completely lost his breath and hid in the bushes. The blood in the wind was getting thicker and thicker. He held the disaster-proof talisman tightly and looked at Shi Jingzhi without blinking. Unconsciously, his nails pierced the palm of his hand, and the blood dyed the peace sachet bright red.
Shi Jingzhi was dying, there was no doubt about it.
Yin Ci had seen too many people die before they took their last breath. He squeezed out the cruelty in his bones and barely resisted the urge to activate the disaster-preventing talisman.
Unfortunately, no matter how tragic the situation was, or how distressed Yin Ci was, he could not look away for even a moment. At this moment, what he held in his hand was not a talisman, but the life of his beloved.
Zizhu, you must hold back when the time comes. Shi Jingzhi has repeatedly reminded me that the demon tree is also a demon in the world, and the real immortal will not wait until I am completely cold before coming. If it doesn't work, you can activate the disaster-preventing talisman when I die, it should be in time.
Life is so precious to Yuzi, Shi Jingzhi spoke calmly, but he was shaking like a sieve. Even so, he still insisted on speaking.
I give you my life, General.
Yin Ci had fought in countless bloody battles on the battlefield, and had walked the earth for hundreds of years. Birth, aging, sickness, and death were just like flowing water and falling leaves to him. However, at this moment, he felt as if he was seeing a wounded person for the first time in his life, and his vest was soaked with sweat.
In the distance, Shi Jingzhi twitched and his chest almost collapsed. Yin Ci gritted his teeth, trying to open the mechanism on the disaster-preventing talisman—
The atmosphere around me suddenly changed.
The world seemed to be still suddenly, the clouds were still, the wind died down, even the grass leaves stopped shaking, revealing some absurd sense of solidification. The tranquility of the people became the calm before the storm, and Yin Ci suddenly stopped moving. He took the jade stone and dug and stuffed it without mercy, embedding it into the socket.
He even thought that the underground demon tree, although it had no internal force, had inexhaustible energy. Sure enough, the jade stick absorbed enough energy and became effective again. In Yin Ci's field of vision, the sky full of bare branches appeared again. The culprit who disturbed the atmosphere also showed up -
A mass of flesh appeared out of thin air above Shi Jing. It was suspended in mid-air, wriggling slightly, vaguely revealing a human shape. Just when Yin Ci thought it was about to take shape, it twisted in an instant and turned into a skinny giant hand.
The giant hands flicked their ten fingers, and the green energy gathered in one place, turning into clear energy threads. One of the giant hands held Shi Jingzhi firmly, while the other hand threaded the needle and sewed up the wound on Shi Jingzhi's neck. The skinny fingers were like the long legs of a spider, stitching one stitch after another very skillfully, with a creepy freehand style.
As the threads of his energy flew, the wound closed at an unnatural speed. The deep scar remained, but the continuous flow of blood stopped in an instant. If it weren't for this jade, in the eyes of others, this fatal wound would have stopped bleeding inexplicably.
Shi Jingzhi had already been in a coma, and now he was barely breathing, and his life seemed to be hanging on.
The giant hands did not stop and continued to sew carefully, as if they were mending an exquisite rag doll.
Yin Ci's stomach churned, and he pressed his hand against his mouth, almost escaping the breath.
Their speculation turned out to be correct.
Li Yuzi either committed suicide or died of madness, all of them were unqualified defective products. However, Shi Jingzhi was mentally stable, and even when he was about to die, he still wanted to live... Such a "good product" would not be so easy to break.
The Imperial Master's lineage didn't care about Shi Jingzhi's safety, and they probably knew about this a long time ago.
Taoists respect him and believe that he is protected by an "immortal".
...very good.
Yin Ci took a deep breath and instantly activated the disaster-preventing talisman.
Now that you're here, don't leave so easily.
Shi Jingzhi had already been treated by the "immortal", so his wounds were not serious. Once the disaster-preventing talisman took effect, the remaining pain disappeared instantly. He immediately came out of his coma and opened his eyes.
There was no jade in his hand, and he could not see the giant hands working with needle and thread. In the suddenness of the incident, the thing did not hide its breath.
Shi Jingzhi lay in a pool of blood, looked up at the clear sky and smiled slightly.
"Nice to meet you."
The next moment, the Diaoying Sword came out, and golden fire shot up into the sky.