"Counterattack the world of immortality..."
Sima Changkong narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something.
After a moment, he slowly said: "When it comes to this matter nowadays, the monks mostly call it a farce. But in fact, the scale of the Small World Alliance is more than just a farce."
"Otherwise, why would even the always-hostile Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and the Five Elders Association unite?"
An imperceptible light flashed in Li Fan's eyes, he stepped forward and asked in a vague tone: "Union? Is it to deal with the small world coalition?"
"Fellow Daoist Sima, is he remembering it wrong? Didn't he say that the people in these small worlds are all exiled mortals?"
"How can monks like us find it so difficult to deal with these swarms of ants? Besides, we still have the Immortal Lord to dominate the world. Can they really defeat us?"
Sima Changkong was not angry when he saw Li Fan's face full of disbelief.
Instead, he smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and a drop of blood flew between the two of them.
The blood drops were like living creatures, stagnating in the air, and then squirming and stretching in all directions.
It turned into a canvas composed of blood mist.
On the canvas, thrilling scenes appear one after another.
The fighting party should be the monks from the Xuanhuang Realm.
But the other party, who can also fly into the sky and escape from the earth, is obviously not a mortal.
Although their fighting methods are different, they can still fight against the monks.
You rely solely on your physical body to resist the monks' flying sword attacks. When you get close, you tear the monks to pieces with your bare hands.
There are also those who are located at the rear, controlling strange energy from a distance, falling from the sky, locking onto the monks, and striking at targeted locations.
What's more, they are not humanoid, but look like transparent white human skin. They are floating and wandering in the center of the battlefield. If there are serious injuries, they will attach themselves to them.
The group of people who were on the verge of death and unable to move suddenly became lively and vigorous again in an instant.
Even if you are missing arms or legs, after being attached to the white human skin, you can regenerate the severed limbs and regain your fighting strength.
Li Fan stared at the changing scenes in the blood curtain, his expression slowly becoming serious.
"Where are we, the high-level monks of the Xuanhuang Realm? Hedao, the powerful of the Immortality Realm, just watch us fighting with others like this and remain indifferent?" Li Fan said in a somewhat unhappy tone.
Sima Changkong shook his head slightly: "No, no. Of course they also have their opponents."
"Although our ancestors were unable to witness the scenes of strong men fighting due to their limited realm at that time, it is said that our Xuanhuang Realm also suffered heavy losses."
Sima Changkong lamented: "As a result, in the past five hundred years, both sides have been unwilling to start disputes again. They mainly focus on recuperation."
Li Fan couldn't help but be surprised: "Are they so strong? Are these people really from a small world?"
"Yes, and no." Sima Changkong called for the mermaids and beasts, and filled the bowls for the two of them.
Then he continued: "They are just chess pieces controlled by others."
"The real mastermind behind this is someone else."
Li Fan was slightly shocked and regained his energy: "How do you say this?"
"Their origins seem to go back to the time when the ancient catastrophe just came. The exact details are not recorded by the ancestors."
"However, based on the scattered interviews after the war, we can know that they seem to be a group of people who [go and come back again]."
Sima Changkong looked a little confused and said slowly.
"Not only the monks from the Xuanhuang Realm who fought with them called them traitors, but even the monks who didn't know their identities would naturally feel extremely resentful in their hearts the moment they saw them."
"Even during the battle, thunder fell from the sky and struck these people."
"They seem to be hated by the entire Xuanhuang Realm."
"Go and come back again, traitor..." Li Fan couldn't help but fall into deep thought after hearing this.
From the scene described by Sima Changkong, combined with what he had seen and heard in Senior Sister Zhao's dreamland, Li Fan couldn't help but make some guesses.
When many disasters such as the inability to practice together and the miasma of immortals and mortals came together, the ten sects of the Immortal Way initially had a plan to unite and overcome the difficulties.
But then the situation collapsed so quickly that the sects had no time to take care of themselves, let alone help each other.
When disaster strikes, everyone's fate is different.
Some of them disappeared completely in the long river of history because their disciples killed each other.
Some have sealed off their sects, unable to escape from the world, and lingering on.
But there are also some, like Nanming Monster Mountain and Tianjian Sect, who choose to simply escape from the Xuanhuang Realm.
"As Di Yi said, individuals of the ethnic group have their own choices. Without an absolute leader, it is impossible to act with the same will."
"It is reasonable for monks to make their own choices."
"When these people fled, they may have taken something with them. Even the Xuanhuang Realm itself has resented them."
"I just don't know why they went and came back. But they can return safely under the strong suction of [Immortal Ruins]. Their strength is definitely not weak."
Li Fan's thoughts slowly calmed down, and he turned to look at Sima Changkong with even more intense eyes.
He deserves to be called the historian of the world of immortality.
In the past thousand years, Sima Changkong can find answers to many things that have been sealed and forgotten in the history of the Xuanhuang Realm.
After Li Fan returned from Tianling Province, in order to avoid the impact of the war, he came to the underwater crystal cave of Sima Changkong.
Relying on the previous clone's familiarity with him and Li Fan's profound knowledge, many secrets were readily available.
So he quickly won his favor.
The two drank wine and talked happily every day, talking about the past in the Xuanhuang world. They were so happy.
In order to prevent outsiders from disturbing him and to obtain more information from Sima Changkong, Li Fan also offered to help him arrange concealment and protective formations in the crystal cave.
Seeing that the other party was so warm-hearted, Sima Changkong felt that this person could be a close friend.
The relationship between the two became more harmonious.
"Peace is temporary, but war is the eternal topic of history." Sima Changkong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sighed and put down the wine glass he had raised, his mood waning.
"Why do you say this, fellow Taoist..." Li Fan suddenly came to his senses.
"The war between the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and the Five Elders Association has officially begun?"
Sima Changkong nodded heavily: "I don't know how many monks will die on the battlefield."
"This is the common law of heaven and earth. We are not immortal gods, how can we resist? Drink, drink!" Li Fan took the initiative to pour another drink for Sima Changkong and consoled him.
"That's what fellow Taoist said." Sima Changkong drank it all in one gulp, swallowing the fine wine with emotion.
Li Fan changed the topic to another place.
…
Time flies by, and one year has passed in the blink of an eye.
The war between the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and the Five Elders Association has reached a fever pitch, but Li Fan has completely settled in Sima Changkong's mansion and has not left even half a step in the past year.
This chapter has been completed!