The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 402 A Shocking Speculation
After having breakfast, Zhao Ti summoned his generals for a meeting, and then mustered his troops to go and observe the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

From afar, one could see black mist soaring into the sky, and golden, blue, silver, and green lights shooting out from the four directions of the great formation, creating a chilling aura in the void that could be seen with the naked eye.

This rare killing intent condensed into form, creating phantom images of swords, spears, and halberds. Its aura transformed into blood-dripping dark clouds, as if gods and ghosts were roaring within them, with corpses accumulating layer upon layer.

Zhao Ti stroked his chin, thinking to himself that the Four Swords of Zhuxian must be severely damaged, like the Demon-Summoning Banner. Otherwise, the power of this formation would be a hundred or a thousand times greater than what he was seeing now. It was impossible to break through without entering the Immortal Path, and even getting close to it was impossible.

But what kind of great power or divine ability could have damaged these four swords? These four swords were innate magical treasures, given to Tongtian Jiaozhu by Hongjun Laozu at the Treasure Distribution Rock. Zhunti Daoist once called them "innate wonders" and praised them beyond measure.

These four swords were actually a part of the Chaos Green Lotus that collapsed and scattered when Pangu created the world, mixed with a mass of killing intent from the chaos. They were incomparably sharp and indestructible, capable of slaying immortals and destroying gods, and were invincible.

Zhao Ti couldn't think of anything that had ravaged the four swords, or what supernatural power had destroyed them to this extent. After forming a sword formation, its power was less than one hundred to one thousand times that described in the Investiture of the Gods.

The same goes for the Demon-Summoning Banner. Although it is an acquired magic weapon, it has always been in the hands of the Goddess Nuwa. Now, we only see the Demon-Summoning Banner, but we don't see the Goddess Nuwa. Where did Nuwa go?
The Three Pure Ones have all reincarnated and appeared. If this is an era of great strife, then if Nuwa still exists, she should also be reincarnated, since she even lost the Demon-Summoning Banner, which must have caused similar changes before.

If that were the case, there should have been some clues, but there were none; there was no trace of Nuwa in the world.

Could it be in another world? Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes. Another world must have some important connection with this world, but what exactly is that connection?

He glanced at the Zhuxian Sword Formation in the distance for a few moments, then turned to look at Lin Lingsu, who was staring at Murong Longcheng.

Murong Longcheng's face showed a hint of anger as he said, "How do you know this formation?"

Lin Lingsu stroked his thin beard and sneered, "How could I not recognize it? I can even set up this formation."

Murong Longcheng looked puzzled: "You know how to set up this formation? How is that possible? Since this formation was set up by the Liao Kingdom, it must have been done by my good-for-nothing third junior brother. How could you possibly know how to set it up?"

Lin Lingsu looked shocked upon hearing this: "What are you talking about, old man? What third junior brother?"

Murong Longcheng looked him up and down: "Why do I feel like your face is familiar?"

Lin Lingsu frowned: "You old man look a bit like one of them?"

Seeing this, Zhao Ti said, "Stop arguing, come back to my tent."

The two men were puzzled and agreed. Zhao Ti then ordered the army to return to camp, and after a while, the troops returned to their camp.

He sat in the central command tent, looked at Murong Longcheng and Lin Lingsu for a moment, and then said, "Master Lin, please tell us about the origin of the dream."

Lin Lingsu was greatly surprised: "How did Your Highness know about my dream? Did Prince Duan report it to you?"

Zhao Ti said, "Don't worry about where I know this from, just tell me everything clearly, and then I'll explain it to you."

"I..." Lin Lingsu hesitated slightly upon hearing this, her heart pounding.

At this moment, Murong Longcheng said from the side, "You old Taoist priest, His Highness tells you to speak, so speak up! Why are you being so long-winded? If you don't speak, I'll ask you with my fists on His Highness's behalf!"

Lin Lingsu retorted angrily, "With His Highness here, what right do you, an old zombie, have to speak?"

Murong Longcheng's hair and beard bristled: "Who are you calling a zombie?"

Lin Lingsu scoffed, "Wearing a funeral gown all day long, what else could you be but a zombie? Do you really think you're wearing a celestial robe?"

Murong Longcheng sneered: "Do you think I want to be that kind of Taoist priest? What good would that do? How can one achieve the Great Dao when bound by a title?"

"You old man, you dare to curse me? What do you know about the Great Dao?" Lin Lingsu said angrily, panting heavily.

"Didn't you insult me ​​too!" Murong Longcheng sneered. "I don't understand? If I don't understand, do you?"

"Alright, stop arguing!" Zhao Ti raised his hand to stop the two without expression, then looked at Lin Lingsu: "Daoist Lin, tell me about your dream. After you tell me, everything will be clear."

Lin Lingsu said, "Your Highness, I obey your command. I will now recount the events of my dreams over the past two years."

Zhao Ti nodded, ordered tea to be served, and then Lin Lingsu began to speak.

This conversation continued from morning until afternoon, and then continued until the sun began to set.

Murong Longcheng's expression grew increasingly strange, and he finally snorted coldly, making Lin Lingsu roll her eyes in anger, wondering why he was reacting so strongly.

When he mentioned that he might be reincarnated with his three souls separated, and that he was the main soul but didn't know where the other two souls were, Murong Longcheng interrupted, "How do you know that you are the main soul and not the secondary soul or the secondary soul?"

Lin Lingsu said, "I am naturally the main soul. I remember all the cultivation techniques, and I have awakened my past life memories. I am not anyone else!"

Murong Longcheng shook his head: "How do you know that the other souls don't have all the techniques and haven't awakened in their dreams? Besides, the Four Swords of Zhuxian are in his hands, which is more convincing than your opinion."

Lin Lingsu said, "That's absolutely impossible. Only the main soul can awaken the secrets of past lives and the wisdom of three lifetimes in a dream. It's impossible for all three souls to dream of such a thing, as that would violate the laws of heaven and earth and the methods of cultivation!"

Murong Longcheng said, "Your Highness and I have discussed this before. The founder of the grassland shamanism, Shaman Tian, ​​should also be a Tongtian Daoren. He may not have been reincarnated and has been lying dormant on the grassland for thousands of years. This Zhuxian Sword Formation should have been set up by him. The four Zhuxian swords are in his hands, and he was born so many years earlier. Shouldn't he be the main soul?"

"Who exactly are you? Did you know of Tongtian's name before this?" Lin Lingsu asked in surprise and doubt.

“I also analyzed with Your Highness that before the great change in the world, the Shambhala Buddhist Kingdom descended from the heavens. When the great change occurred, the Buddhist Kingdom opened up, and the hidden palaces of Kunlun Mountain attacked. Among them, the phantom of Biyou Palace arrived, and the afterimage of Tongtian’s Qingping Sword launched a sneak attack. Therefore, there is another Tongtian in Kunlun Mountain who controls Biyou Palace’s Qingping Sword. He has been out of the world for an unknown number of years. You have nothing, and your magic power cannot be higher than those two. How can you be called the main soul?” Murong Longcheng said word by word.

"What? There's another me in Kunlun Mountain, who controls Biyou Palace and Qingping Sword? How is that possible? I'm clearly the main soul. I awakened the dream world and learned about my past life. I should be the main soul..." Lin Lingsu's expression changed drastically, and she murmured.

"Even if you talk about the laws of heaven and earth, the methods of cultivation, and the mystery of awakening innate wisdom through dreams, it's hard to say whether those two people have actually lost their memories at all, and therefore don't need to awaken. Otherwise, where would they have found the Palace Sword and other items? There might be other treasures that are unknown to the outside world," Murong Longcheng said calmly.

Lin Lingsu's face turned deathly pale upon hearing this, and she looked extremely unwell. It took her a long time to look at Murong Longcheng and ask, "Who are you? How do you know so much? You can even recognize Biyou Palace and Qingping Sword?"

Murong Longcheng snorted, "Who am I? Even now, you still don't know who I am!"

"You, you..." Lin Lingsu's eyes widened as she looked at Murong Longcheng. "Are you the senior brother? You... you can't possibly be the second senior brother, could you actually be the eldest senior brother?"

Murong Longcheng chuckled and looked at Zhao Ti, who nodded slightly.

Murong Longcheng then shouted at Lin Lingsu, "You worthless thing, you can still recognize me!"

Lin Lingsu jumped up from her chair, took two steps back, and stared at Murong Longcheng: "You, you're really Senior Brother?"

Zhao Ti then spoke up, "Tell him about it."

Murong Longcheng agreed, then said, "Why don't you sit down and listen to me? His Highness is here. What kind of behavior is this, all this fuss and startling?"

Lin Lingsu's expression was extremely unpleasant. She sat timidly on the stool, listening to Murong Longcheng's story.

After listening for a while, Lin Lingsu finally looked enlightened, lowered her head to think, and then looked up and said, "Indeed, it is the eldest brother. So Your Highness, Your Highness..." Murong Longcheng said, "Your Highness is naturally the junior brother in my sect. As the elder, I can naturally accept disciples on behalf of my master. However, we must not make a fuss about it outside and must still respect the etiquette between a king and his subject."

Lin Lingsu nodded, then hurriedly asked, "Senior Brother, where is Master now?"

Murong Longcheng said, "How would I know? My dream with you ended around the same time, and I don't know what happened afterward."

Lin Lingsu asked, full of doubt, "What exactly happened after that? The Investiture of the Gods had already ended, and I was taken away by my master to repent and reflect on my mistakes. What caused the immortals and gods to perish, the magic weapons to be destroyed, and ultimately, to be forced to reincarnate?"

Murong Longcheng shook his head: "This matter is strange. However, Your Highness and I have deduced it several times and come to a possible result, but there are many things that don't match up and it doesn't make sense. It can only be considered a guess."

"What guess?" Lin Lingsu asked expectantly, leaning forward.

"What Your Highness and I are speculating about is this world, which may not be the world of Pangu or the world of the Investiture of the Gods that we exist in."

"What?" Lin Lingsu nearly stood up again upon hearing this, her lips trembling as she said, "Senior brother, what did you say? Did you and junior brother guess that this isn't the Pangu Universe, the Yanhuang Investiture of the Gods world?"

“That’s right,” Murong Longcheng said. “Because the time now is too close to the ancient Investiture of the Gods, it’s impossible for anything major to destroy the immortals and gods in such a short time, causing us all to perish. You must know that we are saints. As long as the Heavenly Dao exists, we will not perish; as long as Heaven and Earth are destroyed, we will not perish. Even if there were another great war between us, it would probably take tens of thousands of years. How could we have been lost and reincarnated in such a short time?”

Lin Lingsu murmured, "Senior Brother and Junior Brother's speculations are reasonable, but I didn't expect it..."

Murong Kongcheng continued, "Moreover, although everything in this world seems to be developing and evolving normally, Junior Brother's statement that there is not a single legend of the Investiture of the Gods is incorrect. How could there be no rumors at all? The Investiture of the Gods not only established the Heavenly Palace and divided the ranks of immortals, but also enfeoffed the stars of the heavens. At this moment, these stars only have names, but no origins to speak of. How is that possible?"

Lin Lingsi nodded repeatedly: "That's definitely not right, that's really wrong..."

Murong Long said, "But there are still some things that don't make sense. If it's not the Pangu World, then why are the mountains and rivers here exactly the same as those in the Pangu Yanhuang World, and why are they named the same? Also, the history is almost identical, and the cultural traditions are exactly the same as those in the Pangu Yanhuang World?"

"Yes, it's not the Pangu World, so why are all these things exactly the same?" Lin Lingsu said blankly, "The mountains and rivers, the historical continuity, the population traditions, and the ancient history are all exactly the same. How is this possible..."

"So this is just a guess by my junior brother and me, and it can't be considered the real answer, because we still can't find the reason why everything is the same."

Murong Longcheng said, "Is it in the original world or another world? These two are contradictory. We would never destroy the original world in such a short time. Moreover, if a great war really broke out between us, it would take tens of thousands of years. Not to mention, the Yanhuang Star would probably have been destroyed long ago. Look at this world now, before Shambhala descended, was there even a trace of damage?"

“There are indeed no signs of a great war left behind…” Lin Lingsu nodded, “But if it’s another world, then it’s inexplicable why it would be exactly the same as the Yanhuang World…”

Murong Longcheng said, "We can't find any evidence right now, so we can only hope to continue dreaming and wake up in the dream to know what will happen next, but the dream is not coming for a long time."

"Senior Brother, you just said that my two secondary souls might not have lost their memories. Do they know what happened after the Conferred Godhood?" Lin Lingsu pondered.

"Even if they knew, would you dare ask?" Murong Longcheng sneered. "Let's not even talk about whether they've cultivated for thousands or tens of thousands of years without reincarnation, or how advanced their magic might be. Besides, they're enemies now, not friends, so they're unlikely to tell us. Moreover... you say you're the main soul, and they think they are the main soul, just waiting to find you and devour you!"

Lin Lingsu shuddered. If the three souls are separated, no matter how much one cultivates, the body will always be flawed, making it difficult to achieve perfection, reach the pinnacle, or even ascend to the realm of a saint.

Therefore, if one wants to cultivate to the level of an immortal and indestructible Primordial Golden Immortal and regain the peak of sainthood, one must unite one's soul and spirit, and merge the three souls together.

As for how to combine them, the simplest method is to devour each other.

Even if the three souls live independently and have no enmity or grudge in this life, it is impossible to remain at peace forever. At the end of the path to immortality, in order to pursue the supreme Dao, it is necessary to find the other two souls to merge with.

In the end, only the strongest will survive, and the intelligence that the weak have managed to develop will be completely eradicated and will never exist again.

"I think your magical power is the weakest among the three souls. Don't let the other side discover your identity, otherwise they will do everything they can to capture you and eat you," Murong Longcheng said, shaking his head.

Lin Lingsu's expression changed repeatedly. She gritted her teeth and said, "I am the main soul. How could I be afraid of them? It's just that I am weak now and need to cultivate diligently. Once I am strong enough, I will capture those two and devour them one by one."

Murong Longcheng looked at him and said, "Then you need to hurry up and practice your skills. I don't think your cultivation level is very high. Just talking tough won't help."

Lin Lingsu nodded: "Senior Brother, I understand. By the way... is there any news about Second Senior Brother?"

Murong Longcheng said, "I don't have that, but if he were to reincarnate and cultivate, his realm would definitely be higher than yours. I'm afraid I might not even be as good as him. After all, my master once said that his talent was the highest among us."

Zhao Ti then said, "I know where he is."

Murong Longcheng and Lin Lingsu were both taken aback upon hearing this. Murong Longcheng asked, "Your Highness, where is our second junior brother? And what is he called now?"

Zhao Ti laughed and said, "Senior brother, you've had quite a few dealings with him, and you've sparred with him many times. I wonder if you still remember him."

Murong Longcheng used the Great Zhou Tian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique to heal his injuries, but lost his memory once again, forgetting everything that happened after he woke up last time. Xiaoyaozi probably wouldn't remember either.

Murong Longcheng shook his head: "I'm afraid he doesn't remember."

Zhao Ti said, "This man is called Xiaoyaozi, and he is Yuyan's great-grandfather. I have confirmed that Xiaoyaozi is the reincarnation of my second senior brother."

Murong Longcheng was taken aback upon hearing this, and said, "Junior Brother, I don't recall such a person, but why do I feel a nameless anger rising within me after hearing this?"

Zhao Ti raised the corners of his mouth and began to introduce Xiaoyaozi to the two of them, including the fact that Murong Longcheng had fought against him for several days without a clear winner.

After hearing this, Murong Longcheng's face darkened, and he remained silent. Lin Lingsu blinked and said, "Second Senior Brother is still as cold and arrogant as ever. It's really hard to stand him."

Murong Longcheng snorted: "What, you want to spar with him?"

Lin Lingsu said, "It's not impossible, but my junior brother can't find him at all."

Zhao Ti said, "If nothing unexpected happens, he should be coming here soon."

"What? Your Highness, Xiaoyaozi is coming?" Murong Longcheng raised his snow-white eyebrows.

Zhao Ti nodded, repeated Wang Yuyan's words, and then said, "If you really want to spar, you can have a good try when he arrives."

Upon hearing this, Murong Longcheng pondered for a moment, then looked at Lin Lingsu. The two exchanged glances, both displaying thoughtful expressions...

Northeast China, the land of white mountains and black waters, the Jurchen tribes.

A burly man with eagle-like eyes and wolf-like gaze was practicing his martial arts under the bright moon, wielding a steel sword.

A white light, like a ball, and the sound of a blade, like a sudden burst, enveloped him tightly, making him impervious to wind and rain, and impossible to be penetrated by water.

Just as he was performing his most spectacular act, a huge roar suddenly came from the night sky. Hearing this, he quickly sheathed his sword and looked up.

Like a shooting star falling from the sky, a streak of light trailed behind it, moving at incredible speed, and plummeted straight down towards a spot not far in front of him...

(End of this chapter)