I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 186 Don't Believe in Immortal Fate
In the middle of the mountain road, two people were talking.

A man and a woman, but their figures are rather blurry.

Like figures in a traditional Chinese ink painting, their features are not clearly defined. When they talk, corresponding words are left in the air, as if a series of paintings were formed out of thin air.

The two figures continued to climb and walk up the mountain, their movements creating ripples that formed images that froze in the air, like a still frame.

"So, you've decided? You want to leave the Fuguang Sword Qi Stele here for ten thousand years?" the woman asked, her voice sounding somewhat old-fashioned.

"What, worried about not being able to pay?" The man's voice sounded young and lacked authority, like a mischievous child: "You can pay in installments."

"Leaving the sect's most treasured artifact here will surely bring you eternal infamy," the woman said calmly.

"As expected, as if I'm not destined to be infamous for eternity." The man laughed heartily. "But since I am the current leader of the Fuguang Sect, whatever decision I make, they can only grit their teeth and bear it."

Why don't you tell the truth?

"Would they believe me if I told them?" the man retorted. "Besides, there's no benefit in telling them. It would only damage my personal reputation and create a huge flaw in the plan."

In the landscape painting, a man reaches out and touches a stone tablet, saying in a deep voice, "What I want to do, in the end, is to believe in the wisdom of future generations."

The woman sighed softly, "Ten thousand years is too long."

"Ten thousand years is just a figurative number. It might be a hundred years, five hundred years, or a thousand years. There will always be a suitable person who appears." The man tapped the stone tablet: "We mortals cannot see that far into the future, but it can see it for us."

"Perhaps by then, it will be too late." The woman gazed in another direction.

"Wait and hold on to hope," the man said with a smile. "That's all we have."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the mountain path.

For a moment, Bai Xuan felt that he had made eye contact with the other person.

Maybe it's an illusion.

The other party's gaze lingered on the void, then he said loudly, "If anyone in the future ever sees this record in this sword energy monument, and sees our conversation, please remember this."

"O person of the future."

"Don't believe in fate or destiny."

"That was not a gift given without expecting anything in return!"

Then, the woman also said loudly, "Zhu Xian is not its real name. Its real name is..."

The last few words became blurred, and the sound was forcibly masked.

It looked as if someone had forcibly erased it, leaving only blurry, indistinct writing.

Only the character "天" (sky) can be vaguely discerned.

next moment……

Bai Xuan smelled the scorching odor in the air. The entire landscape painting withered from the edges, turning yellowish-brown, and then black, just like the black ashes of white paper after being scorched by flames.

Dark flames surged in from the outside, and in an instant, the sky darkened.

A dark shadow appeared directly above the White Plum Sect. The originally thin sunlight was completely shrouded by dark clouds, and the entire mountain peak was covered by dark clouds.

Bai Xuan looked up and saw nothing but a dark shadow, with a cloak that stretched for thousands of feet behind him.

The man and woman in the painting were not surprised; instead, they gazed at the sky as if they had been waiting for a long time.

"You're still here."

"It doesn't look that scary."

The man chuckled softly, then abruptly drew a long halberd from his waist and pointed it towards the sky.

"It's better that I'm not here. Let those in the future see my Fuguang Sword Intent, which has been forged through countless trials."

"You are not allowed to break free yet."

Standing within the scroll of memories, Bai Xuan could feel the overwhelming sense of pressure even without being physically present.

The smoldering fire almost completely burned away the surrounding scenery, leaving only the area around the Fuguang Sword Qi Stele intact.

The shadows in the sky resembled the flapping wings of a giant roc.

The surging pressure was directed at the earth, already poised to strike.

It could fall like a shooting star at any moment, and the mountain might be razed to the ground the instant it hits the ground.

In the painting, men and women, without distinction of order, simultaneously draw their swords and point them straight at the sky.

"Come here, I'll bless your whole family—!"

The sword intent of Fuguang soared into the sky, transforming into a majestic sun.

Then came the gentle, all-encompassing moonlight.

The sword in the woman's hand transformed into the bright moon.

The sun and moon rise together, illuminating thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Bai Xuan slightly shielded his eyes with his hand; the blinding light made it almost impossible to see what was happening.

A white light turned the surroundings into a blurry white glow.

Then he heard a low, echoing voice coming from behind him.

"They alone cannot win."

Aren't you going to do anything about it?

Bai Xuan turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a shadow.

The shadow was indistinct, but its outline was very similar to his.

Under the white light, the shadow's feet were closely connected to his.

The shadow spoke up: "You should be able to do something."

"who are you?"

“You know who I am,” the shadow said. “You’ve just forgotten for now.”

Bai Xuan asked curiously, "Could it be that you are my inner demon?"

The shadow did not answer, but simply gazed silently at the sky.

"Time is running out. Over a hundred years have been spent waiting for this moment. Please make your decision."

Decision? What decision?

Bai Xuan shook his head and said, "Why don't you explain yourself more clearly?"

"Please make a decision quickly..."

Bai Xuan immediately unleashed a powerful punch.

"A riddle about mud horses!" ...

"I can't take it anymore."

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yue Qianqi raised a white flag, indicating his surrender.

He was pushed out of the venue by a force and fell into the lotus pond. The cool water submerged his body, and the influence of the Heart Demon Sutra also made his whole body feel very hot.

When they climbed out of the pool, the same group of men who had just sung "Men Should Be Self-reliant" were sitting in the audience, wrapped in blankets, looking equally listless.

"Sigh, this is too difficult," Yue Qianqi sighed.

“There aren’t many left,” Cui Che said. “Probably only pure sword cultivators can hold out.”

"Am I not a sword cultivator?" Wang Zhiyuan pointed at himself: "Am I a sword cultivator or not?"

The others ignored him and looked inside the venue.

The Vermilion Bird Sword and Xu Tingfeng are still there.

As for Xi Qingqing, she didn't stay inside early on; she went straight to the audience seats to watch the drama unfold, saying, "I'm not listening, it's like a monk chanting scriptures."

Kagura is still persevering, but she looks a bit tired and may not be able to keep going for much longer.

"It's quite remarkable that some people from the six major sects have managed to hold on," Yue Qianqi said, glancing to the other side.

“They’re using a trick.” Xi Qingqing glanced at it and pointed it out directly: “It’s a formation.”

"Isn't this cheating?"

"The examiners don't care; as long as you don't get caught cheating, it doesn't matter."

"Tsk, it's clear I'm still too concerned about saving face. I could have taken the medicine."

"What medicine?"

"Cistanche deserticola".

"Dude, isn't your inner demon a little bit shady?"

"Can something that's actually real still be called a demon in one's heart?"

……

Zhuquejian was also under immense pressure in the meeting room, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The disturbances brought by his inner demons had a significant impact on him. Under this pressure, he needed to divert his attention to sense the sword energy of Fuguang, which was no longer a matter of multitasking.

It's like playing the piano with both hands while also blowing a trumpet, and your feet can't be idle either, as you also have to play the violin.

No one but Tom could do it.

Fortunately, Zhuque Sword was also a swordsman, and his first reaction upon seeing the inner demon was to cut it down first.

His inner demon is his own weakness, and all the things he missed because of that weakness.

Therefore, constantly killing your weaker self is the best way to overcome your inner demons.

Having persisted for nearly two hours, the Vermilion Bird Sword increasingly felt that its understanding of the Fu Guang Sword Intent was increasing. Its goal was not the Fu Guang Sword Intent itself, but to use it as a springboard to master its own unique Vermilion Bird Sword Intent.

He hadn't been paying attention to the others, but as he felt himself reaching his limit, he couldn't help but glance at the people around him.

She glanced at Xu Tingfeng and saw that he was also feeling unwell, which immediately put her at ease.

Then I glanced at the right side.

With just a casual glance, he saw Bai Xuan meditating with his eyes closed.

No, this isn't meditation at all, it's just sleeping?
Damn it, why!
Suzaku Sword wasn't jealous; he didn't even have any extraneous thoughts of jealousy. He just felt that it was incredibly unfair.

The moment this thought arose, the inner demon instantly transformed, changing from a weak self into a powerful Bai.

The inner demon took on the form of Bai, and directly attacked him with a powerful blow, causing him to break through his defenses on the spot by the Vermilion Bird Sword.

"puff……"

The Vermilion Bird Sword spat out a mouthful of blood.

They were kicked out of the venue.

He could have held on for at least another incense stick's time, but out of curiosity, he glanced at him in the crowd.

After being eliminated, Zhuquejian began to envy Xu Tingfeng instead.

God has drawn a curtain before his eyes and forgotten to lift it.

Therefore, he couldn't see his surroundings at all, which allowed him to persevere without distraction.

I, on the other hand, seemed a bit indecisive.

Just as he finished speaking, Xu Tingfeng suddenly turned around and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

The way they were eliminated was exactly the same as with the Vermilion Bird Sword, exactly the same.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhuquejian asked after pulling Xu Tingfeng up.

"I heard snoring..."

"Grass!"

Xu Tingfeng said weakly, "He actually fell asleep, I can't understand it!"

Xu Tingfeng was also eliminated by Bai Yueguang's Dreamless Fist.

Only the nine members of the six major sects, Bai Xuan, and an unremarkable man from the Outer Realm remained on the scene.

The nine members of the six major sects were connected by an array, which helped them withstand the impact of their inner demons and allowed the person in the middle to continuously comprehend the intent of the Fuguang Sword.

However, as the speed and intensity of the repetition of the Heart Demon Sutra increased, the nine people on the periphery began to sway and were about to give up.

"Persistence is victory!" The eyes of the six major sects in Qingzhou were bloodshot: "Only those who dare to fight will win!"

That's when.

The Fuguang Sword Qi Stele trembled once more.

A strange scene emerged from the sword intent.

A figure in white appeared before everyone's eyes.

"That is……"

"Could it be..."

"It's Bai Wuming!"

"A Sword Immortal's Photo!"

(End of this chapter)