I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

"Zheng—"

Xu Sixing's vision lost its color, leaving only gray and white.

Wen Xianyun held up the sky with one hand.

The Cloud-Covered Mist-Locked Building in the palm of his hand concealed its physical form, transforming into a sky full of sharp energy, condensing into countless invisible threads, weaving together, and descending upon him.

"Click-clack".

The spiritual light of the Guanhua Mountain Protection Array dimmed, and the sound of it cracking was grating and ear-piercing.

"withstand!"

Hua Yangzi, his beard and hair bristling, unleashed his trump card, the "Suppressing the Spear's Edge," solely to deflect the lingering aftershocks.

Han Moyu and the other peak masters were bleeding from the corners of their mouths, struggling to hold on.

This is foundation building.

Once you cross the Heavenly Gate, you are separated from the mortal realm.

Xu Sixing, leaning on his wounded and cracked Qizhe sword, knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

too weak.

Even with his burning potential, he was valued by that mysterious Miss Su.

Faced with this power, he was still an insect that could be crushed at will.

"puff......"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Wen Xianyun above stopped moving.

A pair of silver eyes looked down at the sword cultivator struggling in his death throes.

Behind him, in the void, a massive illusory seal materialized, its golden patterns vividly rendered, spewing out thick white vapor.

"roar--"

Clouds surged and waves rolled, and strange beasts materialized.

It resembles a giant toad, covered in dragon scales, and exhales the aura of towering buildings and city walls.

The mirage gold ceased to be hallucinatory; its enormous mouth opened wide, intent on eradicating all life below.

As the giant shadow loomed over him, Xu Sixing's meridians crumbled inch by inch, and the spiritual energy in his dantian began to dissipate.

A drop in cultivation level means certain death.

Within the deathly silence of the sea of ​​consciousness, Zhu Ming's voice rang out.

"Kid."

The laughter of the past has faded, and the anxiety of the past few days is gone.

It exudes a calm that comes with the passage of time, and even carries a hint of nostalgia.

"If you stand atop a mountain, one step forward will reveal a bright and clear world, but below lies a bottomless abyss; a misstep will shatter you to pieces. If you were in that situation, would you take the step or not?"

Xu Sixing, his consciousness fading, gave a bitter smile:

"Old man, have you lost your mind? A knife to your throat... and you don't step forward? Are you just waiting to be slaughtered?"

"Yes... I won't give up until I take the first step, and my heart will remain uneasy."

Since taking the Soul Nourishing Pill, many fragments of memories have flashed back like sparks.

A solitary peak towering into the clouds, a secluded chamber engulfed in flames, and the final, heart-shattering explosion.

who am I?

Why has the Imperial Sword Sect not had a Purple Mansion in nearly a hundred years?

Was the death of that madman who always tried to defy fate truly unjust?

Although the complete picture has not yet been fully pieced together.

The puzzle wasn't complete, but he vaguely felt that it was fate that a wisp of a remnant soul would encounter a naturally rebellious lightning cultivator.

"Kid."

Zhu Ming's voice rose, revealing his madness:

"With such powerful lightning magic, lying dormant for too long, it's probably gotten moldy!"

"Thunder serves as the catalyst; to shatter the chaos, a spark is still needed!"

"A fire that burns through heaven and earth, willing to incinerate even the most mangled remains!"

"I have a method: borrow your body, ignite my remaining soul, and continue the broken chapters of our journey! If this sword is handed over, we both fear our souls will be scattered. Shall we take this deal?"

Xu Sixing raised his head with difficulty, his fingertips tracing the mottled nicks on the sword, and smiled.

Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

"Old man, what business are we talking about between us?"

Relax your mind and release control over your body, close your eyes tightly, and whisper softly:

"It's up to you now."

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

A burst of wild laughter erupted from within him, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

In the sky, the golden mirage seemed to sense something and let out an uneasy growl.

Xu Sixing remained indifferent, ignoring the impending storm of metal.

He raised his arm and lifted the tattered [Awakening of Insects].

With his left hand pointing towards the sword, he traced the hilt of the sword, inch by inch, towards the tip.

A nearly pure white heat wave spread across the sword as the fingertips moved.

All impurities in the iron are removed, and rust is peeled off.

The blazing fire of Zhaoyang, originating from the primordial chaos, has been fiercely awakened.

Fingertips brushed over the dim inscriptions.

The two characters 【启蛰】dissolved.

Molten iron is recast, golden light shines, and a brand new ancient seal script is formed.

【Golden Crow】.

Birds of the sun are born from fire.

"This sword is named Golden Crow."

Zhu Ming, controlling his physical body, gazed at the golden mirage in the sky, his eyes reflecting the raging flames.

"Let's see if the gold is harder, or if my fire is fiercer!"

Swing your sword!

boom!

Xu Sixing was ignited from the inside out.

Layers of blazing fire, like ten thousand red lotuses blooming in mid-air, engulfed the slender figure.

The flames did not dissipate, but were compressed wildly, eventually transforming into a fiery Dharma image tens of feet tall.

The Dharma image is blurred, and it holds a giant flaming sword in one hand.

The sword's blade depicts a vermilion bird flapping its wings, a ferocious tiger roaring, and a bear standing upright.

The three yangs bring prosperity, and the fire of Bing burns the heavens!

"cut!"

A sword was thrust forward.

The blazing sun fell to earth, carrying the force to burn everything, and went against the current to sever the mirage!

"roar!!"

Wen Xianyun felt an unprecedented threat and crossed her arms.

The enormous phantom of the beast roared, carrying a murderous aura of gold, and crashed down!

Gold and fire.

White and red.

A fierce collision in mid-air.

That instant.

All sounds are silent.

The world lost its color, leaving only an extremely dazzling white light.

Followed by.

"Boom!!!"

A terrifying impact swept across the area, instantly carbonizing the trees on the mountainside of Qinglu and turning boulders into dust.

The Guanhua Mountain Protection Formation shattered with a mournful cry, and Hua Yangzi and the others were thrown dozens of feet away, their fate unknown.

......

for a long time.

The smoke and dust cleared.

A streak of green light and a streak of blue light suddenly appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

He swept up the unconscious Wen Xianyun in mid-air and fled into the sky without hesitation, leaving only a faint sigh behind.

Right in the middle of the battlefield.

A human figure, in free fall.

They can hardly be called "human" anymore.

Flesh and blood evaporated completely, leaving only a charred skeleton. Faint arcs of lightning and flames danced between the bones, crackling and popping. His right hand gripped the broken handle of the Golden Crow tightly.

The world has changed.

The sound of flowing water, its source unknown, permeates the entire verdant hillside.

Above the vast ocean, a bright full moon rises, followed by a second, a third... and hundreds of bright moons hang high in the sky.

In the center of the full moon, crouching is a snow-white ape with lively golden eyes.

Compared to two years ago, the white ape has become even more mysterious, scratching its ears and cheeks, looking at the charred bones in mid-air, and grinning.

The ape's arm reached out and disappeared into the reflection of the "river" below.

Countless "Xu Sihang" have come and gone amidst the shimmering waves.

The white ape precisely pulled out the most solid reflection, still retaining a sliver of life.

Throw it high into the air!

"go back!"

The phantom soared into the sky and collided with the falling, charred bones.

The two blend together.

In the next instant, the vast ocean, the bright moon, and the white ape vanished, leaving only dark clouds in the sky.

"Tick-tock".

A drop of rain fell into the charred, dark eye socket.

Followed by.

"Boom!"

Spring thunder roared.

"Splash!"

A torrential downpour.

They gently enveloped Xu Sixing's mangled body, nourishing his withered bones.

Amidst the thunder, the charred bones miraculously came back to life.

The mountains, forests, and vegetation affected by the great war.

Driven by rain and thunder.

Tender green seedlings break through the scorched soil, sprouting, budding, and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few dozen breaths, the once barren wasteland was revitalized and bursting with life.

In a puddle not far away.

The soil is loose.

A small loach, which had been hiding for who knows how many years, struggled to emerge.

It wagged its tail and greedily inhaled the air after the rain.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and illuminated the barely perceptible bump on the top of his head.

Even a mudfish that flips over can transform into a dragon.

After the rain, the sky cleared.