[Prologue]
The sky was dark.
The wind and sand swept across the sky, and the dust and blood mist all over the sky merged into a bottomless vortex in the sky, hiding the sky and covering the sun, as if it wanted to swallow all the houses, cars, horses, mountains and forests within sight.
Feng Ci stood facing the wind amidst the hustle and bustle, looking into the depths of the vortex.
There was a thin figure standing there.
The black robe was empty in the strong wind, and the long hair hanging down his waist showed an unhealthy withered color, and a thin and pale hand stretched out from the robe.
As if sensing Feng Ci's gaze, the man suddenly turned his head, revealing a pair of gilded eyes under the hood.
He looked at Feng Ci from a distance, his eyes seemed to be happy, but also seemed to be a little ironic.
- "You are late."
The world was overturned in an instant.
Feng Ci suddenly woke up.
Insects buzzed endlessly in his ears, Feng Ci closed his eyes in the dazzling sunlight, and heard the people beside him talking.
"Next, why don't you continue talking?"
It was a six or seven-year-old boy who was speaking, looking at him with bright eyes.
There were a few friends of the same age around the boy, and they all began to urge: "That's right, tell me quickly, what happened to that holy one?"
Feng Ci sat on a bench in the park, her slender arms resting on the back of the bench. He tugged at the loose neckline, and let out a light breath with this movement: "What else can I do, the Qianqiu sage defeated the big devil, retired after success, and retired."
"... That's it?" The little boy who spoke at the beginning was obviously a little disappointed.
Feng Ci asked him: "Then what do you think should be?"
"You should marry a beautiful daughter-in-law and have a few more children!" said the little boy, "It's written like this in novels."
"It's just..." Some people even agreed.
Feng Ci let out a chuckle, and tapped the little boy's forehead: "How old are you, you think about all these things all day long."
As soon as he finished speaking, a shout came from not far away: "Feng Ci, what nonsense stories are you telling the dolls again, they haven't finished their homework yet!"
The caller was a fat middle-aged woman. She walked over while unfastening the apron on her waist, and yelled at the group of bastards: "Everyone go eat!"
The cubs scattered.
Before the little boy left, he took a lollipop from his pocket and stuffed it to Feng Ci: "I'll come back tomorrow, you remember to give Qianqiu Shengzun a better ending!"
Feng Ci opened his mouth, but the little boy ran away without waiting for him to speak.
Feng Ci shook his head helplessly, tore off the candy wrapper and put the candy in his mouth.
"I said, can you do something serious?" the woman reprimanded with her waist pierced.
Next to this civic park is a large-scale orphanage. Those children just now are all orphans in the orphanage.
The women are the nurses of the orphanage.
Originally, some orphans and elderly people in the orphanage liked to stroll in this park, but I don't know when a young man came here.
In his early twenties, he looks handsome, but he is not very serious. He always likes to gather a group of children to listen to him tell stories.
Generals of the interstellar empire, researchers of the future world, and the appointment of kings and ministers in troubled times, it sounds like the truth, and it can be said for a day. Among them, what I like to tell the most is the fantasy story of Qianqiu Shengzun who calmed down the world and saved the common people.
As a result, the children in the courtyard are not in the mood to go to class now, looking forward to finding Fengci to listen to stories every day.
Although Feng Ci usually does nothing, but he is easy-going, and his temperament is very different from the idle gangsters on the street.
Therefore, women don't dislike him, but rather hate iron for being weak.
"I said, while you are still young, it would be great to find a job. Why are you just like the old man in the yard all day long, and you only know how to walk birds, enjoy flowers and go to the park?"
Feng Ci had sugar in his mouth, and his speech was a bit vague: "Then why doesn't the old man go to work?"
"He's retired."
"I'm retired too." Feng Ci spread his hands, his face full of innocence, "I've been retired for many years."
The woman couldn't help but rolled her eyes.
Feng Ci wandered around here for a few days, and the woman had of course inquired about his origin. He never shy away from talking about himself, but the problem is, he said he came from another world, he said he had saved thousands of lives, he said he was chosen by heaven, and he lived forever.
Only fools believe it.
Feng Ci's eyes were sincere: "I really didn't lie to you..."
There are countless large and small spaces in this world that are independent of each other, and Feng Ci collectively calls them the Sumeru World. There are three thousand Sumeru worlds, and the time flow and social development of each world are different, and there is no intersection.
Feng Ci is from another world.
"Forget it, I'm leaving anyway." Feng Ci stood up, patted the hem of his clothes, "I won't hinder your eyes from now on."
The woman was taken aback: "Where are you going?"
"Go to work." Feng Ci tilted his head and thought for a while, then said with a smile, "In your terms, should it be called retirement and re-employment?"
If you receive the gift of heaven, you should obey the orders.
The way of heaven bestowed on Fengci the supreme Taoism, immortality, and the ability to predict catastrophes and catastrophes. His responsibility is to put down those catastrophes. The last time this ability appeared was three thousand years ago, when the demons invaded, and the world was about to face a catastrophe that was almost wiped out.
And the most recent time, just now.
After 3,000 years of retirement, he still has to be dragged back to work. It's still miserable for him.
Feng Ci chewed the candy in two or three bites, tossed the candy stick lightly, and threw it into the trash can in the distance without any mistakes, then turned around and said to the woman, "Tell me for me, I won't be coming from tomorrow on."
"ah?"
Feng Ci said this lightly, as if the so-called parting was just a silly joke like he usually talked about his own background.
But his expression was very serious, and there was no hint of a joke on his face.
"Then you..." The woman felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, she paused, "Will you come back in the future?"
"Who knows."
Not to mention the difference in time flow between the two worlds, no one can guarantee that the whole body will not retreat in the face of a catastrophe.
Life and death are uncertain, but Feng Ci didn't show any sadness or reluctance on his face. On the contrary, when he talked about these things, his tone was relaxed and cheerful, and his eyes were slightly bright.
As if it were something to be happy about for him.
"Let's go." Feng Ci waved his hand, turned and walked in another direction.
"Eh? You—"
The woman didn't expect him to walk so freely, subconsciously wanted to stop him, but didn't know what to say. In a blink of an eye, the person was gone.
A bleak autumn wind suddenly blows over the artificial lake, causing ginkgo trees to fly around the lake, covering the ground with gold.
Feng Ci just disappeared in this autumn wind.
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The cedar forest was filled with the smell of blood. A young man in Taoist robe ran quickly through the forest, tripped over the tangled tree roots, and fell hard into the snow. He carried a younger boy on his back, and was also thrown out.
The young man took two steps on his knees, and hugged the man in his arms again.
"—Junior brother! Junior brother, don't die!!"
The exposed skin of the person in his arms seemed to have been scorched by fire, and it was still bleeding, and even that beautiful and delicate face had many unsightly scars.
The young man shook the person in his arms vigorously, his crying sounded particularly shrill in this silent woods.
After a while, there was a weak and hoarse response in the air.
"... stop shaking."
The young man was stunned: "Master... junior brother?"
Feng Ci pushed the person away, tilted his head and fell to the ground, coughing violently.
He only felt that his internal organs had been burned by fire, his breath was stuck in his chest, and his nostrils smelled of blood.
But there was someone next to him shaking him desperately.
He almost lost his last breath.
Feng Ci vomited a mouthful of black blood, gasped for breath, and finally felt better.
Feng Ci has not returned to the world he was born in for three thousand years. Three thousand years of vicissitudes are enough to change everything he knows beyond recognition. He had fantasized about many scenes when he came back, but he never thought about this one.
Three thousand years ago, Feng Ci pacified the world, passed on the exercises he had learned from the Heavenly Dao to his disciples, and then announced that he was about to ascend into ascension.
—Of course, this is just an excuse.
The fact is that the human-devil war that year devastated the comprehension world, and Fengci was too lazy to care about the trivial matters after the war, so he used the excuse of ascension to find a cave to seal his physical body in, and then his consciousness left the body and went to Sumeru world to enjoy retirement life.
According to common sense, now that his consciousness has returned, he should wake up in the sealed place.
But now...
What about his physical body? ?
"Junior Brother, so you really are not dead!" The young man rushed towards Feng Ci again, Feng Ci's physical body was seriously injured, and he couldn't dodge it.
There was another violent cough.
"Yes, I'm sorry!" The boy quickly let go of him.
"You cough—" Feng Ci took a long time to catch his breath, and asked hoarsely, "Who are you?"
"I'm Senior Brother Meng, what's wrong with you, Junior Brother, don't you remember me?" the young man asked anxiously, "Did you burn out your brain?"
As the boy spoke, he wanted to attack again, but now Feng Ci had lingering fears about him, so he quickly backed away.
The boy's expression was immediately hurt.
Feng Ci cleared his throat, and tentatively said, "I... I can't seem to remember anything, what happened here?"
The young man said: "My name is Meng Changqing, you are my younger brother Lu Jingming, and we are disciples of Tianxuanzong..."
Tianxuanzong was wiped out a few days ago, more than 300 members of the whole sect suffered heavy casualties overnight, only a dozen or so brothers including Meng Changqing and Lu Jingming managed to escape and saved their lives.
These more than a dozen orphans of Tianxuanzong were wandering outside, passing here today, they encountered another strange magic circle. All the other brothers died in the magic circle, and Lu Jingming also fainted because he blocked the fatal blow for Meng Changqing.
Meng Changqing fled here with him, but Lu Jingming miraculously woke up.
"—Junior Brother, fortunately you're fine, I thought you were going to leave me alone." At this point, Meng Changqing grabbed Feng Ci's sleeve, tears streaming down his face, "It's great, you and I are still alive, as long as we can escape Here, the Tianxuan Sect is considered to have no successor!"
Feng Ci: "..."
Feng Ci: "I'm not your junior brother."
Meng Changqing was taken aback.
Feng Ci sorted out the cause and effect, and calmly said: "My mind and soul have left my body, and something must have happened to my body, so I accidentally possessed this dying body of your junior brother. Don't worry, when I get back my body, I will Return your junior brother's body to you."
Meng Changqing stared at him blankly, and after a while, raised his hand to touch Feng Ci's head: "Junior brother, did you just... hit your head?"
Feng Ci: "..."
Feng Ci breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could explain, a strange and evil wind suddenly blew up in the forest.
Behind them, in the depths of the dark jungle, clusters of faint blue flames lit up one by one.
"Ah!" Meng Changqing was so frightened that he rolled and crawled, pointing at the flame, "That's, that's it, it's catching up again!"
Feng Ci asked, "Is this what killed your brother?"
"It's our senior brother!" Meng Changqing said, "The evil fire is so powerful that it can't be stopped by any spells, and it can't be extinguished even if it is poured on it. It will burn when it touches people. Senior Brother Luo, Junior Brother Zhou and the others are all tortured alive like this. burnt!"
Meng Changqing yanked him hard: "Junior Brother, let's run away, or it will be too late—"
But it was too late.
The flames burned more and more intensely, and in an instant, they had already burned in front of the two of them. Meng Changqing was heartbroken and stood in front of him: "Junior brother, run away first, I will stop it for a while, you are stronger than me, you can help me avenge you if you escape!"
"It's just an evil formation, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Meng Changqing roared, reaching his waist to touch his own sword.
But it was empty.
He turned around, only to see that the young man behind him had already taken his accompanying sword at some point, held it up in front of him and looked at it carefully.
"What are you running away from? Promise." The young man spat lazily, and drew his sword out of its sheath.
A sword light suddenly flashed in the woods.
Feng Ci grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand and pierced deeply into the ground.
The pure white sword light formed a barrier beside them, and the menacing flame hit the sword formation, instantly turning into flying smoke.
The cold light of the sword shadow reflected the dark woods like daylight.
"You...you..." Meng Changqing opened his mouth, almost speechless in surprise.
The young man half-kneeled on the ground, the hem of his clothes, which had been tattered by the fire, moved without wind. The wound on his body was still bleeding. The blood flowed from the brow bone to the chin, and then slowly dripped into the snow, which looked a little strange in the pale sword light.
Catching his gaze, Feng Ci smiled slightly at him: "You didn't bump into this magic circle by accident, did you?"
Feng Ci is extremely good at casting magic formations, and he can tell when the evil fire appears, this is not the kind of formation that will actively attack people, unless...
Someone forcibly broke the formation.
Feng Ci: "Still telling the truth?"
"Okay, let me say." Meng Changqing was too guilty to look at him, "Junior Brother, don't be angry, but now that Tianxuanzong is gone, we have nowhere to go, so we can only come to Lingwu Mountain to try our luck—"
Feng Ci frowned: "What mountain?"
"Ling... Lingwu Mountain." Meng Changqing said, "I know that the Immortal League has banned anyone from setting foot here, but there are only a dozen disciples left in the sect. If we don't get the magic weapon in Lingwu Mountain, how can we take revenge? We It's our fault for not telling you ahead of time...”
Meng Changqing apologized ramblingly, but Feng Ci was a little dumbfounded.
Lingwu Mountain is the place where Fengci sat down three thousand years ago.
Back then, he used the pretense of sitting as an avatar to hide from the world. In order to prevent being disturbed, he set up hundreds of mazes, large and small, near Lingwu Mountain.
Feng Ci felt puzzled again: "What is there in Lingwu Mountain that is worth your life?"
Meng Changqing looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.
He leaned over to look at it for a long time, and then said: "Junior Brother, have you really lost your memory? There are treasures left by the Patriarch Qianqiu in Lingwu Mountain!"
Feng Ci: "?"
Meng Changqing talked eloquently: "Patriarch Qianqiu left thousands of magical artifacts on Lingwu Mountain before his death, and any one of them can greatly increase one's skill and dominate the world!"
Feng Ci: "..."
He wasn't, he didn't, all he had in his broken cave was a few broken books and a few knick-knacks he made himself.
Where did the thousands of artifacts come from
"Patriarch Qianqiu saved the common people with his own efforts, what a great person. I admire him the most in my life. If I can get one or two secret treasures handed down from him, I don't know how great it would be!" Meng Changqing looked forward to.
"..." Patriarch Feng Qianqiu himself said with a blank expression on his face: "You reverence people, and you come to dig their graves?"
Meng Changqing touched his nose: "Isn't this forced and helpless..."
Feng Ci was too lazy to talk to him.
This group of juniors came here for the purpose of stealing treasures, and their minds were not right. If they died in his magic circle, it would be regarded as retribution from heaven.
Not counting his sins.
The two were talking here, but the fire outside did not stop. Groups of faint blue flames slowly converged to one place from far to near, and gradually merged into one.
Feng Ci whispered: "Something is wrong."
Meng Changqing: "What?"
Feng Ci stared at the flame that became more and more blazing after fusion, and lowered his eyebrows slightly.
The formation he set up back then was only to stop outsiders, and he had no intention of hurting people's lives. This formation should not be like this...
evil.
Someone moved
A deafening roar came from the depths of the flames, and a dark blue fire dragon leaped out of the flames and flew towards the sky with its head raised.
The snow fell one after another, and the fire dragon was condescending in the clouds, lowering its head slightly. It stared at the two helpless teenagers in the woods with empty eyes, and suddenly roared and fell from the sky.
He was planning to give them the final blow.
Feng Ci's ears were full of whistling wind, but even in the face of such a scene, there was still no trace of fear in his eyes.
Instead, there is only excitement.
That blood-thumping excitement.
The sword formation shattered at the sound, Feng Ci drew out his accompanying sword in the gust of wind, drew a sword formula with his left hand, and swung the sword upward with his right hand—
boom!
In mid-air, the fire dragon let out a painful neighing. Starting from the dragon's head, it split and shattered bit by bit, and the fine flames fell like meteors.
Feng Ci hurriedly retreated a few steps, knelt down on one knee, and barely stabilized his figure.
His whole body seemed to have been washed with blood, and the snow under his body was stained red. Excessive blood loss made him a little dizzy. Feng Ci glanced at Meng Changqing who was still standing beside him, and smiled lowly: "Why, are you so scared? I just saved your life, so why don't you come over and help me?"
"Master, younger brother..." Meng Changqing's voice trembled, Feng Ci heard something strange, and looked up.
The flames and wind and snow in the sky slowly dispersed, and the silhouette of a huge "big ship" appeared on the heavy sky.
The big boat was a hundred feet long, and the outer shell was made of wood, engraved with coats of arms that Feng Ci didn't recognize. The middle part of the hull is round, with two wings. The wings on both sides are light and thin, glowing with silver light. When they flap, they make a roaring sound and emit a faint white steam.
The snow field they are in is completely shrouded in shadow.
Feng Ci frowned: "What?"
"It's Lang... Langfeng City!" Meng Changqing's face turned pale, "Langfeng City is in charge of the Immortal League!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several beams of light fell from the head of the "big boat", and after the light dissipated, a long and slender fairy sword arrived at Feng Ci's neck.
"Trespassing into the forbidden area of Lingwu Mountain, what are your crimes!" The man with the sword said coldly.
Feng Ci raised his eyes and glanced over.
Dozens of comprehension disciples surrounded them. These disciples were all wearing the same style of Tsing Yi outer shirts, jade crowns, and cloud patterns embroidered on the jade-colored collars.
From head to toe, he has the temperament of a righteous disciple.
Feng Ci boasts that he has a good temper on weekdays.
But today he returned to his hometown after thousands of years, and he didn't receive warm reception and worship from his younger generations. Pointing politely with the sword.
Just thinking about it makes people angry.
Feng Ci sneered: "Lingwu Mountain is the sacred place where the ancestor of Qianqiu sits and transforms. You younger generations are also worthy to designate it as a forbidden place? Who stipulated it?"
"I."
A light and cold voice came from behind the crowd.
The voice seemed far away, but it was very clear. Feng Ci saw it clearly, and even the leading disciple who was pointing a sword at him changed his expression.
In the next second, the disciples standing directly in front of Feng Ci separated to the two sides, turned around and fell to their knees in unison.
"See the city lord!"
The surrounding air seemed to be evacuated in an instant, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it was almost suffocating.
Feng Ci looked up, and at the end of the passage that was given up by all the disciples, someone came slowly.
The man was wearing a thick ink-like robe, which almost blended into the cold night. He wears a hair crown, his eyes are covered with a two-finger-wide black silk, and his lips are extremely thin and sharp.
She was born beautifully.
The man stopped in front of Feng Ci and lowered his head slightly. He was clearly blindfolded, but Feng Ci could clearly feel that an extremely cold and dangerous gaze fell on him through the black silk.
Condescending, like a snake and scorpion, he was so cold that he instantly had goose bumps all over his body.
"It's you who broke into the maze of this seat?"