【Prologue】

The sky darkened.

The wind and sand swept the heaven and the earth, and the dust and blood mist formed a bottomless vortex in the sky, hiding the sky and the sun, as if to devour all the houses, carriages, horses, mountains and forests in sight.

Feng Ci stood against the wind in the hustle and bustle, looking into the depths of the vortex.

There was a thin figure standing there.

The black robe swayed in the wind, the long hair hanging down at the waist showed an unhealthy white color, and a thin and pale hand stretched out from the robe.

As if feeling Feng Ci's gaze, the man suddenly turned his head, revealing a pair of gilded eyes under the hood.

He looked at Feng Ci from a distance, his eyes seemed to be joyful, but also a little sarcastic.

- "You're late."

The heaven and the earth overturned in an instant.

Feng Ci suddenly woke up.

Insects chirping in his ears, Feng Ci closed his eyes in the dazzling sunlight, and heard the people beside him speak.

"Next, why don't you continue talking?"

The speaker was a six or seven-year-old boy, looking at him with bright eyes.

There were several friends of the same age beside the boy, and they all began to urge: "That is, let's talk, what happened to that saint?"

Feng Ci was sitting on a park bench, his slender arms resting on the back of the bench. He tugged at the loose neckline and let out a sigh of relief through this action: "What else, Qianqiu Shengzun defeated the big devil, successfully retired, and went into hiding."

"...That's it?" The little boy who started talking was obviously a little disappointed.

Feng Ci asked him, "Then what do you think it should be?"

"You should marry a beautiful daughter-in-law and have a few more babies!" the little boy said, "It's written like this in the novels."

"It's just..." Some people even agreed.

Feng Ci burst out laughing, and tapped the little boy on the forehead: "How old are you, you don't have to think about it all day."

As soon as he finished speaking, a shout came from not far away: "Fengci, you are telling the 'chaotic' stories to the dolls again, they haven't finished their homework yet!"

The one who shouted was a slightly fat middle-aged woman. She came over while unbuttoning the apron on her waist and shouted to the group of cubs: "Let's go to dinner!"

The cubs scattered.

Before the little boy left, he "touched" a lollipop from his pocket and stuffed it into Fengci: "I'll come back tomorrow, remember to give Qianqiu a better ending!"

Feng Ci opened his mouth, but the little boy didn't wait for him to speak, and ran away.

Feng Ci shook his head helplessly, tore the candy wrapper and put the sugar in his mouth.

"I said, can you do something serious?" The woman reprimanded with her waist.

Next to this civic park is a large-scale orphanage. The children just now were all orphans in the orphanage.

Women are nurses in orphanages.

Originally, some orphans and elderly people in the welfare home liked to stroll in this park, but I don't know when a young man came.

He looks handsome in his early twenties, but he is not very serious, and always likes to gather a group of children to listen to him tell stories.

The general of the interstellar empire, the researcher of the future world, the king of the "chaotic" world, it sounds like the real thing, and it can be said for a day. And what like to tell the most is the fantasy story of Qianqiu Shengzun pacifying the world and saving the common people.

As a result, the children in the courtyard are not in the mood to go to class now, and look forward to hearing stories every day.

Although Feng Ci is usually arrogant, he is easy-going, and his temperament is very different from the idle bastards on the street.

Therefore, the woman did not dislike him, but rather hated it.

"I said, it's better to find a job while you're still young. Why do you know how to walk birds and flowers and go to the park like the old man in the yard all day?"

Feng Ci contained sugar, and his words were a little vague: "Then why doesn't the old man go to work?"

"People are retired."

"I'm retired too." Feng Ci spread his hands and looked innocent, "I've retired for many years."

The woman couldn't hold back and rolled her eyes.

Feng Ci has been wandering around here for many days, and of course the woman has inquired about his origin. He never shy away from talking about his own affairs, but the problem is, he said he came from another world, he said he had saved thousands of lives, he said he was chosen by heaven and would live forever.

Only fools believe.

Feng Ci's eyes are sincere: "I really didn't lie to you..."

There are countless large and small spaces in this world that are independent of each other, and Feng Ci will collectively call them the world of Sumeru. There are three thousand worlds of Sumeru, and the time flow and social development of each world are different, and there is no intersection.

Wind words are from another world.

"Forget it, I'm leaving anyway." Feng Ci stood up and patted the hem of his clothes, "It won't get in your way in the future."

The woman was stunned: "Where are you going?"

"Go to work." Feng Ci tilted his head for a while and said with a smile, "In your words, should it be called retirement and reemployment?"

If you receive the gift of heaven, you should obey the dispatch.

The Tao of Heaven bestows Feng Ci the supreme Tao method, immortality, and the ability to predict catastrophe and catastrophe. His responsibility is to pacify those disasters. The last time this ability appeared was three thousand years ago, when the demons invaded and the world was about to face a catastrophe that was almost destroyed.

And the last time, just now.

After 3,000 years of retirement, he still has to be pulled back to work.

Feng Ci chewed the candy in two or three bites, threw the candy stick gently, and threw it into the trash can in the distance. Then he turned around and said to the woman, "Tell me, I won't be coming from tomorrow."

"what?"

Fengci said this lightly, as if the so-called parting was just a boring joke like he usually talked about his origins.

But his expression was very serious, and there was no hint of a joke on his face.

"Then you..." The woman had an indescribable feeling in her heart, she paused, "Will you come back in the future?"

"Who knows."

Not to mention that the time flow of the two worlds is different, in the face of catastrophe, no one can guarantee that the whole body will not retreat.

It is uncertain whether he will live or die, but there is no sadness or reluctance on Feng Ci's face. On the contrary, when he talks about this, his tone is relaxed and pleasant, and his eyes light up slightly.

As if it was something to be happy about for him.

"Let's go." Feng Ci waved his hand and turned to go in another direction.

"Eh? You—"

The woman didn't expect him to walk so freely, and subconsciously wanted to stop him, but she didn't know what to say. In a blink of an eye, the people were gone.

A bleak autumn wind suddenly blew on the artificial lake, blowing the ginkgo trees around the lake, covering the ground with golden colors.

Feng Ci just disappeared in this autumn wind.

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【Chapter One】

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the cold wind blows over the hills.

The cedar forest was filled with the smell of blood. A young man in a Taoist robe quickly ran through the forest, tripped over the intertwined roots, and fell into the snow. He was carrying a boy younger than him behind his back, and was thrown out.

The young man took two steps on his knees and put the man in his arms again.

"—Junior Brother! Junior Brother, please don't die!!"

The "naked" and "exposed" skin of the person in his arms seemed to have been scorched by fire, and was still bleeding. Even that beautiful face had many unsightly scars.

The young man shook the person in his arms vigorously, and the cry was particularly mournful in this silent wood.

Moments later, there was a weak, hoarse response in the air.

"...Stop shaking."

The teenager was stunned: "Master... Junior Brother?"

Feng Ci pushed the person away, tilted his head and fell to the ground, coughing violently.

He only felt that his internal organs had been burned once, and his breath was blocked on his chest, and his breath was full of blood.

But there was someone next to him who shook him to the death.

He almost lost his last breath.

Feng Ci vomited a mouthful of black blood, gasping for breath, finally feeling more relaxed.

Feng Ci has not returned to the world where he was born for three thousand years. Three thousand years of vicissitudes was enough to make everything he knew changed beyond recognition. He had imagined many kinds of situations when he came back, but he never thought about this one.

Three thousand years ago, Feng Ci calmed down the four seas, passed on the exercises he had learned from Heaven to his disciples, and then announced that he was about to ascend.

- Of course, this is just an excuse.

The fact is that the war between humans and demons made the world of comprehension devastated, Feng Ci was too lazy to care about the trivial matters after the war, so under the pretense of flying ascension, he found a cave to seal his body in, and then his consciousness left his body and went to In order to enjoy the retirement life in the world of Sumeru.

According to common sense, now that his consciousness has returned, he should wake up in the sealed land.

But now...

What about his physical body? ? ?

"Junior brother, it turns out that you really didn't die!" The young man rushed towards Feng Ci again, Feng Ci's body was really badly injured, and he couldn't escape, so he could only be slammed into his arms by the young man.

Another violent cough.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" The boy quickly released him.

"Cough, cough—" Feng Ci took a long breath and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

"I'm Senior Brother Meng, what's wrong with you, Junior Brother? Don't you remember me?" the young man asked anxiously, "Did you burn out your brain?"

The young man said that he wanted to get started again, but Feng Ci now had lingering fears for him, so he quickly stepped back.

The boy's expression was suddenly hurt.

Fengci cleared his throat and tentatively said: "I... I can't seem to remember anything, what happened here?"

The boy said: "My name is Meng Changqing, you are my junior brother Lu Jingming, we are disciples of Tianxuan Sect..."

The Tianxuan Sect was exterminated many days ago, and more than 300 members of the entire faction suffered heavy casualties overnight. Only Meng Changqing and Lu Jingming, including more than a dozen brothers and sisters, barely escaped and recovered a "life".

These more than a dozen orphans of the Tianxuan Sect were wandering outside, and today they passed through here and encountered a strange magic circle. The other brothers and sisters all died in the magic circle, and Lu Jingming also fainted because he blocked the fatal blow for Meng Changqing.

Meng Changqing took him to escape here, but Lu Jingming miraculously came to his senses.

"—Junior brother, fortunately, you're fine, I thought you were going to leave me alone." Speaking of which, Meng Changqing grabbed Feng Ci's sleeve, tears welling up, "It's great, you and I are still alive, as long as we can escape Out of here, Tianxuanzong is also considered to have no end!"

Wind Ci: "..."

Feng Ci: "I'm not your junior brother."

Meng Changqing was taken aback.

Feng Ci clarified the cause and effect, and said calmly: "My soul is separated from the body, there should be some changes in the body, and I accidentally possessed the dying body of your junior brother. Don't worry, when I find the body, I will Return your junior brother's body to you."

Meng Changqing stared at him blankly. After a while, he raised his hand and "touched" Feng Ci's head: "Junior Brother, did you just... bump your head?"

Wind Ci: "......"

Feng Ci took a long sigh of relief, but before he could explain, a strange evil wind suddenly rose in the forest.

Behind them, in the depths of the dark jungle, bluish flames lit up one by one.

"Ah—!" Meng Changqing was so frightened that he rolled and crawled, pointing at the flame, "That's it, it's catching up again!"

Feng Ci asked: "Is this what killed your brother?"

"It's our apprentice brother!" Meng Changqing said, "That evil fire is so powerful that it can't be stopped by any spell, and it can't be extinguished if it is poured out. It will burn when it touches anyone. Burnt to death!"

Meng Changqing pulled him hard: "Junior brother, let's run away, or it's too late"

But it was too late.

The flames became more and more intense, and in an instant, they had already burned in front of the two of them. Meng Changqing's heart slammed and blocked in front: "Junior brother, you escape first, I will stop it for a while, you are better than me, and you can help me avenge me when you escape!"

"It's not just an evil formation, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Meng Changqing roared, reaching out to his waist to "touch" his own sword.

But "touched" an empty space.

He turned around, only to see that the young man behind him had already taken his matching sword, holding it up in front of him and scrutinizing it carefully.

"Escape, escape, come out." The young man spat lazily, and drew his sword out of the scabbard.

A sword light suddenly flashed through the woods.

Feng Ci held the hilt of the sword with his backhand and stabbed deeply into the ground.

The pure white "color" sword light formed a barrier beside them, and the menacing flame hit the sword formation and instantly turned into flying smoke.

The cold light of the sword shadow reflected the dark woods like daylight.

"You...you..." Meng Changqing opened his mouth, almost speechless in surprise.

The young man was half-kneeling on the ground, his clothes tattered by the fire moved without wind. The wound on his body was still bleeding, the blood flowing from the brow bone to the chin, and then slowly dripping into the snow, looking a little weird in the pale sword light.

Touching his gaze, Feng Ci smiled at him: "Didn't you bump into this magic circle by accident?"

Feng Ci is extremely good at casting spell formations. As soon as the evil fire appears, he can see that this is not the kind of formation that will actively attack people, unless...

Someone forcibly broke the formation.

Feng Ci: "Still telling the truth?"

"Okay, let me say." Meng Changqing was too guilty to look at him, "Junior brother, don't be angry, but now that the Tianxuan Sect is gone, we have no choice but to come to Lingwu Mountain to try our luck—"

Feng Ci frowned: "What mountain?"

"Ling... Lingwu Mountain." Meng Changqing said, "I know that the Immortal Alliance has banned anyone from setting foot in this area, but there are only a dozen disciples left in the group. If we don't get the magic weapon in Lingwu Mountain, how can we take revenge? It's our fault we didn't tell you in advance..."

Meng Changqing apologized rambled, but Feng Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Lingwu Mountain is the place where Fengci sat three thousand years ago.

Back then, he escaped the world under the guise of sitting, and in order to prevent being disturbed, he set up hundreds of large and small "mystery" formations near the Lingwu Mountain.

Feng Ci felt puzzled again: "What is there in Lingwu Mountain that is worth your life?"

Meng Changqing looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

He leaned over and looked at it for a long time before he said, "Junior brother, are you really amnesia? There are treasures left by the ancestor Qianqiu in Lingwu Mountain!"

Wind Ci: "?"

Meng Changqing talked eloquently: "The ancestor Qianqiu left thousands of secret manuals and instruments on Lingwu Mountain before he was enthroned, and any one of them can greatly increase his skill and dominate the world!"

Wind Ci: "..."

He's not, he's not, there are only a few broken books and some gadgets in his broken cave.

Where did the thousands of magic weapons come from?

"Qianqiu Patriarch saved the common people by himself, what an amazing person. I admired him the most in my life. If I could get one or two of his handed down treasures, I don't know how good it would be!" Meng Changqing said with a longing.

"..." The Patriarch Feng Qianqiu himself was expressionless: "You revere others, yet come to dig their graves?"

Meng Changqing 'touched' his nose: "Isn't this helpless by being 'forced'..."

Feng Ci was too lazy to talk to him.

This group of juniors came for stealing treasures, their minds were not right, and they lost their lives in his magic circle, which could be regarded as the retribution of heaven.

Not counting his sins.

The two were talking here, but the fire outside didn't stop. Groups of faint blue firelight slowly converged from far to near, and gradually merged into one.

Feng Ci whispered: "Something is wrong."

Meng Changqing: "What?"

Feng Ci stared at the blazing fire after the fusion, and lowered his eyebrows slightly.

The formation he set up back then was only to stop outsiders, and he had no intention of hurting people's lives. This formation should not be like this...

Yin evil.

Someone moved?

A deafening roar came from the depths of the flames, and a faint blue fire dragon jumped out of the flames, raising its head and flying towards the sky.

Falling snow is flying, and the fire dragon is condescending in the clouds, bowing its head slightly. It stared at the two helpless teenagers in the woods with its empty eyes, and suddenly fell from the sky with a roar.

It was intended to give them the final blow.

Feng Ci's ears were full of howling wind, but even in the face of such a scene, there was still no fear in his eyes.

Instead, there is only excitement.

That kind of blood-sucking excitement.

The sword array shattered in response, Feng Ci pulled out the accompanying sword in the gust of wind, opened a sword art with his left hand, and swung the sword up with his right hand——

boom!

In mid-air, the fire dragon let out a painful neigh, starting from the dragon's head, splitting and shattering little by little, and the fine firelight fell like a meteor.

Feng Ci hurried back a few steps, knelt down on one knee, and barely stabilized his body.

His whole body seemed to have been washed with blood, and the snow under him was dyed red. Excessive blood loss made him a little dizzy, Feng Ci glanced at Meng Changqing who was still standing beside him, and smiled softly: "Why, you're so scared? I just saved your life, won't you come and help me?"

"Master, Junior Brother..." Meng Changqing's voice trembled, Feng Ci heard something different, and looked up.

The firelight and wind and snow in the sky slowly dissipated, and above the sky, the outline of a giant "big ship" appeared.

The big boat was a hundred feet long, and the outer shell looked wooden, and was carved with a coat of arms that Fengci did not know. The middle of the hull is round and has two wings. The wings on both sides are light and thin, glowing with silver light. When it is fanned, it makes a roaring sound and a faint white vapor rises.

Entirely shrouded the snow where they were in shadow.

Feng Ci frowned: "What?"

"It's Lang... Langfeng City!" Meng Changqing's face turned pale, "Langfeng City in charge of the Immortal League!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several beams of light fell from the head of the "big boat". After the light dissipated, a slender immortal sword touched Feng Ci's neck.

"What should you do for trespassing into the forbidden area of ​​Lingwu Mountain!" said the sword-wielding man coldly.

Feng Ci raised his eyes and glanced over.

Dozens of cultivating disciples surrounded them. These disciples all wore the same Tsing Yi jackets, jade crowns, and embroidered cloud patterns on the collars of the jade linings.

From head to toe, it is the temperament of a righteous disciple.

Feng Ci claims to have a good temper on weekdays.

But today, after a thousand years, he returned to his homeland. He was not warmly received and worshipped by his younger generations. He first lost his body, and then inexplicably broke into a formation, leaving no good place all over his body. Politely pointed with the sword.

Just thinking about it makes people angry.

Feng Ci sneered: "Lingwu Mountain is the holy place where the ancestors of Qianqiu sat and transformed. You younger generations are also worthy of marking it as a forbidden place? Who stipulated it?"

"I."

A soft, cold voice came from behind the crowd.

The voice seemed to be far away, but it was very clear. Feng Ci clearly saw it, and even the leading disciple who pointed his sword at him changed his face.

The next second, the disciples standing in front of Fengci separated to the sides, turned around and knelt on the ground in unison.

"See the city master!"

The surrounding air seemed to be evacuated in an instant, and the atmosphere was so dignified that it was almost suffocating.

Feng Ci looked up and saw that at the end of the path that the disciples let out, someone slowly walked over.

The man was wearing a thick ink-like robe, almost blending in with the cold night. He wears a crown of hair, his eyes are covered with black silk two fingers wide, and the contours of his lips are extremely thin and sharp.

It was born beautifully.

The man stopped in front of Feng Ci and lowered his head slightly. He was clearly blindfolded, but Feng Ci could clearly feel that an extremely cold and dangerous gaze fell on him through the black silk.

He was condescending, like a snake and scorpion, so cold that he instantly got goosebumps all over.

"Is it that you broke into the "mystery" of this seat?"