Rewrite the myth and become the Taoist!

Chapter 54: Understanding Life, a Century of Practice

"Why did it stop... Isn't the magic sword still broken?"

Ning Xunqiu stared at the Tianyan Book and was puzzled to find that the words on it were no longer visible.

You have to know that the Golden Life "???" spans hundreds of millions of years, and the Heavenly Evolution Book should not be bound by "time". As long as life continues, you can see the outline of your life.

Although the sword holder Liu Xiu died, the magic sword has not been broken, so it should not be the real end for him, right?

At this time.

Ding dong.

[Congratulations, your ups and downs in life have been evaluated as a white life "Black Sword": You are a miracle created by the Dark Star Realm with the "special soul of the traverser", but the pearl is covered in dust and abandoned.

You were originally a firewood stick and an unknown sword, but became famous because of the legendary story of Liu Xiu.

You were given a resounding name - Black Sword.

People speculate that you are hiding a big secret, and in fact, these speculations are not groundless.

Obtained reward——Superior Mortal Weapon·Black Sword (available for collection)]

Hear the prompt.

Ning Xunqiu was stunned.

"Receive award."

Swish!
A black sword suddenly stuck into the ground.

Ning Xunqiu was familiar with the route. He stepped forward and gripped the black sword hilt tightly. Then memories from the "Dark Star Realm" flooded into his mind.

The black sword contains more than just Ning Wushuang’s memories that he could relate to.

He also watched from a bystander's perspective as Liu Xiu's ordinary life flashed by. He practiced sword in his childhood, joined the army on behalf of his father, defended his country, went through wars, fought, was seriously injured, became lame, got married, and had children.

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, full of hope for the future, and finally falling into endless despair.

The world froze at the moment when Liu Xiu exhausted all his energy and spirit to swing the "True Meaning·Ant Sword".

When the breeze blows, everything returns to dust.

In a trance, Ning Xunqiu seemed to understand something.

His soul grew rapidly, and after ten years of practice, he gained twenty years, thirty years, and finally stopped at one hundred years.

The spiritual world and the soul expand, and the sun shines, together supporting a larger world.

Seven days later.

"call."

Ning Xunqiu opened his eyes, loosened his hands on the black sword, and let out a long breath.

“It’s amazing to practice like this.”

"Every life of a demon sword is equivalent to my reincarnation..."

He felt the changes in his own cultivation.

Suddenly.

He thought of the Jade Emperor and Buddha in his previous life, who would reincarnate a wisp of distracting thoughts at any time, and then return after surviving the disaster. It turned out that this was their way of practicing.

Only by understanding the various aspects of life and going through countless calamities can one become a saint and enjoy the eternal fruits of the Tao.

And how many thoughts of those great supernatural powers in the Qingxu Realm will be reincarnated in the endless years? How many lives will their thoughts reincarnate into flowers, birds, insects, grass, people, demons, ghosts, and immortals?
After surviving the catastrophe, how advanced is one's own cultivation?
It is simply unimaginable...

When he thought of this, Ning Xunqiu couldn't help but feel great fear in his heart.

Ning Xunqiu finally got a glimpse of the power of "Ancestral Dragon" and realized that it would be almost impossible to raise reality to that level within eight hundred years.

It seemed that he had no better way than to try to die together with Zulong with the "Sword of Chaos".

The deep despair in the black sword infected him.

You can’t predict the future, but you can try your best to change it. You can only wait until death slowly approaches. That feeling of powerlessness is despair.

boom!
The spiritual world began to shake violently, and Ning Xunqiu's soul flickered.

This is because one’s “heart of Tao” is unstable.

"I, this is a case of being possessed by the devil... No, in these short eight hundred years, I don't need to be stronger than Zulong. There must be other ways."

Ning Xunqiu closed his eyes and looked up. He saw Dabai, Xiaoqing and Yanque chasing and playing in Taiping Lake, Yiya sitting on a flower, frowning and thinking hard, his junior sister practicing hard with a spirit bead, Ah Qing practicing sword, and the grassland was full of quiet sheep.

Breeze, white clouds.

all of these.

Ning Xunqiu's mind gradually calmed down. He looked at his junior sister a few more times with nostalgia to strengthen his Taoism.

He took a deep breath, sorted out his thoughts, and looked at his luck: twenty-one to seventy-one.

Put pen to paper and try to rewrite the magic sword.

[After Liu Xiu found me, he realized that this sword was extraordinary, and immediately returned to hand it over to his grandson Liu Wei.]

【Would you like to use a little luck to rewrite this life? 】

"rewrite."

[This is the established reality of the Dark Star Realm and cannot be rewritten.]

"I can only continue writing, but I can't rewrite..."

Ning Xunqiu was not surprised by this attempt: "It turns out that the "Demon Sword" is the protagonist of the Dark Star Realm..."

He was about to continue writing about the magic sword, but paused and thought:

"Although the magic sword enlightenment can quickly improve my cultivation, it does have some impact on me... I will put it on hold for now."

Ning Xunqiu turned back to the red novel "God of War" in Qingxu Realm to organize his thoughts.

"The authentic Taixuan Dao, Emperor Qian, Zhenjun, and the human race of Shenzhou have all acquiesced to the Dragon Clan submerging the Nineteen Continents. I don't believe that if the Nineteen Continents are lost, the authentic Dao and the fortune of the Divine Dynasty rooted in these places will not be damaged."

"This is about the destiny of heaven and earth, and the orthodoxy. As long as we have a 10% chance of success... we will fight to the death."

"That is to say, they don't have even a 10% chance of winning against the dragon clan together?"

Ning Xunqiu realized this and felt the horror of the dragon clan rise again in his heart.

"Three hundred years later, the dragon race slaughtered the human race in the four seas, and then lay dormant for another five hundred years before True Lord Fu Hai fell. The situation in other continents is probably similar."

"What happened during that time..."

Ning Xunqiu recalled the details of his previous lives in Tianyance.

"Everyone knows that I killed the Dragon King of Linyuan Water Palace. Given the domineering nature of the dragon clan, the Dragon King of the East China Sea could bear the revenge of killing his son, and the Ancestral Dragon did not punish me immediately. It's strange."

"They must have been distracted by more pressing matters during that time."

"What's going on?"

Ning Xunqiu was talking to himself, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration came into his mind, and he recalled the news that the "Purple Bamboo Demon Master" had originally brought back.

"The Dragon Palace and the Star Sea have joined forces, and the twelve True Immortals have set up the [Nine Dragons Divine Fire Formation], with the goal of refining the Three Jade Sky Immortals..."

"It turns out they have been busy refining the Three Jade Sky Immortals!!"

Ning Xunqiu's eyes lit up, he grasped the key to breaking the deadlock and picked up the pen directly.

[I practiced hard in Zizhu Mountain, broke through the Furnace Soldier Master, quietly left Zizhu Mountain, and headed for Yuxiao Fairy Island. ]

[Do you want to use ten points of luck to rewrite this life? ]

"rewrite."

……

[I was busy with my cultivation and had no time to communicate with the five demons from Zizhu Mountain, so the seven of us did not become close friends, but just acquaintances.]

[Thirty years later, I broke through the furnace weapon master in one fell swoop, and with the supreme magic weapon, I was able to compete with ordinary immortals. I quickly went to Yuxiao Fairy Island to inquire about the situation. ]

[I arrived at the waters surrounding Yuxiao Fairy Island, and there was a "brilliant galaxy" surrounding it. The island was peaceful and tranquil, and many true cultivators were riding clouds in the sky.]

[At this point in time, the dragon clan has not yet taken action. ]

[I stopped a Taoist named Jiyun and said that I was a free cultivator from Beihai, Taoist Qingyun. He glanced at me and said, "Go away, how could a mere cultivator of a hundred years actually dare to attend the lecture of the Immortal Lord?"]

[As a last resort, I took out the spirit weapon Hun Tian Ling, and the two sides had a friendly conversation.]

[Taoist Jiayun took out his "Yuxiao Xianlu" and voluntarily gave it to me. ]

……

(End of this chapter)