My Endless Life.

Chapter 415: Asking the Immortal Sect, Zhu Xingyuan

The sky was pitch black.

Only a tiny ray of light shone down from the entire sky, preventing the world from being completely dark.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, as if endless snow had submerged most of the city on the ground. Countless people were frozen into ice sculptures, covered by heavy snow.

Above the city, a Taoist wearing a Taoist robe and riding a flying sword, holding a child who looked no more than five or six years old in his arms, stared at the sky in a daze.

He looked at the pitch-black sky for a long time, then uttered a compassionate voice:

"Is this world...really going to end like this?"

"Brother Zhu!"

The Taoist was still feeling compassion for the world when a streak of green light flashed by not far away. The light transformed into a young girl in front of the Taoist. The girl was wearing a Taoist robe similar to the Taoist's, with her hair tied up and a mask on her face. She came to the Taoist, bowed to him and said:

"Brother Zhu, our uncle and the others are already prepared and are just waiting for you to come over."

After the girl finished speaking, she noticed that there was a child in the Taoist's arms. She was stunned for a moment and asked, "Brother Zhu, who is this child..."

“…I found it on the road in the arms of a couple who had frozen to death. I took a look and saw that he had spiritual roots, so I brought it with me.”

The Taoist said in a low voice.

The girl wanted to say something after hearing this, but in the end she stopped herself and said nothing.

The Taoist asked, "Qinglian, do you have anything to say?"

"In this world... Senior Brother, you might as well let him freeze to death on the road."

The girl was silent for a long time, then said something inhumane.

But the Taoist was not surprised at all. He hugged the child tightly, stroked the child's hair with his right hand, and smiled bitterly:
“I also know that letting him live in this hell is also painful… But, I can’t bear to see him die like this. With his spiritual roots, if this dark day had never happened, I believe he would have cultivated to great success in the future and protected my Wenxian Sect for another thousand years…”

"..."

The girl remained silent upon hearing this. She wanted to say something, but in the end she still didn't.

Just take a deep breath and say to that person:

“…Brother, let’s return to the sect as soon as possible.”

"Well, let's go."

Senior Brother Zhu took one last look at the dark sky, sighed softly, and together with the girl, transformed into two streams of light, one green and one blue, and flew away into the sky.

……

Wenxian Sect, once the largest sect of immortal cultivation in the world, was also once the leader of the righteous path, and now it is the last human gathering place in the world.

This was once a holy place in everyone's mind.

It is also the hope of everyone today.

Countless monks gathered here, trying to find a way to break through the sky and solve the problem of the devil. At the beginning, they believed that with their wisdom and cultivation, they would be able to solve this doomsday problem.

However, less than a few decades later, everyone here was left with only one emotion.

That is despair.

Deep despair.

The Supreme Elder of the Wenxian Sect, the old Taoist priest Ling Jue with white hair and beard, stared straight at the dark sky, as if he wanted to see through it completely, with a determined look in his eyes.

Behind him, the current leader of the Wenxian Sect remained silent. He was also looking at the sky, but unlike Master Ling Jue, he was looking at the rays of light flying back from the sky.

This is the disciple of Wenxian Sect who is outside looking for survivors. He is also a disciple who has not suffered from the "demonic spirit" and is relatively clean.

Seeing countless disciples returning, the leader of Wenxian Sect finally spoke:

"Uncle Master, do you really want to do this?"

"This world...is over."

Ling Jue Zhenren said in a hoarse voice, "This sky curtain is formed by the laws of heaven, and we cannot break through it at all. Once we get close, we will be possessed by the devil's energy and become neither human nor ghost, polluting the world.

“Under the sky, all things are withering. Although we are immortal cultivators, we cannot save everyone in this world.

"And you didn't notice it?"

"what?"

"Spiritual energy is dissipating, the laws of nature are changing... In the next hundred years, I'm afraid there will be no more immortal cultivators."

Master Ling Jue raised his hand, caught the snowflakes falling from the sky, watched them melt away little by little in his hand, and then said:

"That is to say, in another hundred years, we will no longer have the power to resist this world. If we don't find a way to preserve the fire of all things in advance, there will no longer be any human beings like us in this world."

"But even so, your method may not necessarily succeed. This spell has not been truly tested yet. You..."

"We're out of time."

Ling Jue interrupted the Sect Master and repeated in a low voice: "We are out of time. Regardless of whether this method succeeds or not, we must do this. At least... this is better than doing nothing."

The two were talking when, among the many returning streams of light, two, one green and one blue, flew down from above and landed in front of them.

The flowing light transformed into a young girl and a Taoist priest in front of the two people, with the Taoist priest holding a child in his arms.

Seeing these two people, he asked the leader of the Immortal Sect to tell him their names:
"Xingyuan, Qinglian, you are back."

"Uncle Master, Grandmaster, we are back."

Zhu Xingyuan saluted the two and responded.

The sect leader looked at the child in Zhu Xingyuan's arms and asked, "Who is this...?" "I found a cultivator on the road. I saw that his parents were dead, so I brought him back."

"..." Upon hearing this, the Sect Master showed the same expression as Qing Lian before, but he did not say anything discouraging, he just forced a smile and said:
"Alright, alright... I'll send him to the Disciple Hall and let the disciples teach him the way of cultivation. Maybe he can pass on the Immortal Questioning Sect in the future."

Zhu Xingyuan nodded, turned around and handed the child to Qinglian.

Then he straightened his clothes and asked the two of them:

"Uncle Master, Grandmaster, have the seniors really decided to do this?"

The clan leader sighed and nodded.

Seeing this, Zhu Xingyuan took a deep breath and said:
"In that case, I would like to be the first person to enter the painting."

"Go far!"

The clan leader was shocked when he heard this, and quickly advised: "This method is not yet perfect. You are the first one to do this. If you fail..."

Zhu Xingyuan interrupted the leader and said seriously:
"Master, I am the eldest senior brother of the Wenxian Sect. This is what I should do."

Zhu Xingyuan, the chief disciple of Wenxian Sect, is also the best of the younger generation, and his cultivation is even higher than many of his veteran predecessors.

If there had not been this dark day, Zhu Xingyuan would have surely been the leader in the world of Taoism in the future.

The sect leader could not bear to let such a promising disciple become the vanguard in experimenting with new methods.

But Zhu Xingyuan had made up his mind. He bowed respectfully to the two men and remained silent for a long time.

Taoist Ling Jue looked at Zhu Xingyuan deeply. He did not refuse his request. He carefully examined Zhu Xingyuan and said:
"... In that case, you will be the first to take the lead, Qinglian... Go and call the people we have chosen before, and the method of entering the painting will begin."

Taoist Ling Jue turned and said to Qinglian.

Qinglian was startled when she heard this. She looked at Zhu Xingyuan with slightly red eyes, but in the end she did not dissuade him. She just followed her master's instructions and left with the child in her arms.

When she finally left, she looked at Zhu Xingyuan deeply.

Because she knew that this might be the last time they would meet in this life.

……

"Have you heard? Senior Brother and the others are going to take refuge in the painting."

On the way to the Disciple Hall to place the children, Qinglian heard the disciples around him whispering.

The person who spoke had a very low voice, and there was a hint of worry in his words.

The man who was talking to him heard what he said and refuted it on the spot:
"What does it mean to take refuge in a painting? The sect leader has also said that this method is not yet perfect. It has not yet been decided who will be the first to experiment with this method."

"It's said to be imperfect, but who knows what's going on..."

The man who spoke earlier muttered quietly.

The two began to argue, but soon shut up.

Perhaps they also knew that there was no point in arguing here. After all, no matter what the truth was, they had no power to choose.

I heard them talking about Qinglian from beginning to end, but I didn't react at all.

She walked silently into the disciple hall and handed the still sleeping child to the elder there. Just as she was about to leave, she saw that the child she picked up had opened his eyes.

He looked around blankly, and finally looked at Qinglian and asked nervously:
"Where...where is this? Where are my father and mother...?"

"..."

Qinglian remained silent and did not answer his subsequent question. She said, "This is the Wenxian Sect. From now on... you are a disciple of the Wenxian Sect. What is your name?"

The child was stunned for a moment. He might have heard of the name of the Wenxian Sect. When Qinglian asked about his name, the child answered subconsciously:

"Liu...Liu Dazhuang..."

Qinglian did not laugh at him because of the child's name. She nodded slightly, turned her head to look at the sky, and finally said:

"The name Da Zhuang doesn't sound like that of a cultivator. Since you have joined my Wenxian Sect, you are a disciple of my Wenxian Sect, and the name of your generation is 'One'..."

She paused here and waited for a long time before continuing:
"…From now on, you will be called Liu Yiye, the night of darkness."

Qinglian gave the child a name and flew away.

The elder of the Disciple Hall watched Qinglian go away, then looked at Liu Yiye, who was only five years old, with a look of sorrow in his eyes.

Everyone knows the current state of the world. There are probably not many adults left in the outside world, let alone children.

Liu Yiye is currently the youngest member of the Wenxian Sect, and apart from him, the youngest is already twelve years old.

No one knows whether it is a good thing or a bad thing for Liu Yiye to enter the Wenxian Sect at this time.

At a time when the rules of heaven are about to collapse and the life expectancy of the world is less than a hundred years, Liu Yiye's survival would probably be more painful than death.

But the elder couldn't say anything. He calmed down, smiled at Liu Yiye, and began to teach him to read and write, and to practice Taoism according to the rules of the Wenxian Sect.

And what no one knew on that day was that all the potential disciples of the righteous path at that time took the initiative to volunteer to experiment with the "method of entering the painting".

Therefore, many geniuses died that day.

At the same time, on that day, countless paintings of immortals appeared in this world.

They may be dead, or they may be alive.

But apart from themselves, no one else has any way of knowing, because they only have a way to make people enter the painting, but no way to make them leave.

(End of this chapter)