The endless sea of pear flowers all around disappeared.
Yun Changyuan seemed to be in a void, with nothing around her except the road leading to the grave under her feet. When she turned around, she couldn't even see the water unicorn. Not only could she not see it, but her soul couldn't sense it at all.
Her soul seemed to have been washed away by the rain. After the rain, the sea of consciousness was almost transparent. She stood there and felt that her whole body was empty. When she reached the location of the tomb, Yun Changyuan found a
A figure appeared in front of her.
That is a ray of soul left by the ascended immortal in the sky world.
Because there was only a ray of Yuan Shen left, Yun Changyuan couldn't see the immortal's appearance at all. She just felt that the person in front of her was like a luminous body. Just a ray of Yuan Shen made people feel extremely powerful, but she was not frightened.
And fear made her feel inexplicably close to him.
But the next moment, a strong wind blew up out of thin air, causing her tattered clothes to fly randomly. Yun Changyuan's face changed slightly. There were many magic pills and pills in her Qiankun bag, but there were no clothes. Before
The body-protecting armor was in pieces in the sword formation. Although she used a lot of spiritual energy to repair it later, she was not a weapon refiner and had no time to sew and repair the body-protecting armor. The recovery of the body-protecting armor was also limited.
, now being blown by the wind, large areas of snow skin were exposed.
The wind was very cold, and the spiritual energy shield seemed to be unable to block the cold wind at all. The coldness blew on her body like a knife in the clear water, causing a layer of goosebumps to appear on her skin and making her hairs stand on end.
The wind was very strong, and the surrounding area was originally empty. The wind blew up a large number of petals out of thin air. They were piled layer upon layer on the tombs, burying all three tombs. Not only were the tombs invisible, but the tombstones were also covered up.
Completely blocked and covered tightly.
The cold wind blew her hair into a mess, and a layer of frost formed on her body. The cold penetrated through her skin, soaked into her bones, and made her heart freeze.
The great power in the Nascent Soul stage had never been sick before. Now he was so cold that he felt dizzy and had two lines of runny nose. He was really embarrassed. But the other party was the Immortal Yuanshen. Even if there was only a wisp, it was not something she could do.
She could resist it. Even though her aura was operating at its peak at this moment, she still couldn't resist the cold. Her tears and nose could not stop flowing. After the tears flowed out, she almost froze into ice picks. She was originally a stunning beauty with gorgeous appearance.
, he was so cold that he looked miserable.
At this moment, the Immortal Yuanshen suddenly spoke, "I thought you were a person who wholeheartedly pursues the Tao and has no desires or pursuits. I didn't expect that you turned out to be a heart-killing and forgetful person!"
Yun Changyuan was already feeling dizzy from the cold, but the immortal's words made her eyelids twitch, "Heart-killing Forgetting Formation?"
"The people who set up the formation have cultivated to gain. If they didn't have too much obsession in their hearts, they would have become immortals long ago." The immortal sighed, "In the past hundreds of thousands of years, no one in the sky realm has ascended. It's not because they are not cultivated enough. It's because they have not cultivated enough.
The selfish desires and distractions in my heart are too heavy."
The immortal's voice suddenly became low, "I have been waiting for so long, but I still haven't found a true successor."
The most important thing in cultivating immortality is cultivating the mind, but today's monks have forgotten the fundamentals.
Looking around, those Nascent Soul stage monks who are looking for the entrance to the secret realm in the deep sea, those so-called top-level strong men in the sky world, have already become filthy in their hearts in order to improve their cultivation, and the descendants of Ting Hailou
, is dominated by hatred, and the heart has become twisted and dusty.
How can such a person ascend and take on the important task of maintaining the Three Thousand Realms?
The Immortal Soul sighed quietly, looking at the three graves, and suddenly he sat directly on the grave covered with petals.
He was not born with a single-minded devotion to the Tao without any distracting thoughts.
It’s just that he later broke through the mortal world, let go of the past, and finally passed through the thunder tribulation of ascension and became a real immortal. He was no longer limited by his longevity, and he could be regarded as getting the immortality that others dreamed of. But the years were long, and he
A person travels through the three thousand worlds and sees all kinds of life, but he has some thoughts in his heart that he shouldn't have.
He lived too long and felt lonely.
He would think of the past, past events, and the people and things he had left behind. He had obviously gone through all kinds of hardships in the past and had been freed from them. He had withstood all kinds of temptations and tests, but he did not
Thinking that he would lose to time. People in his memory popped up in his mind from time to time. How long ago were those people and things? But they became clearer and clearer day by day, which made his heart calm and unruffled.
, there were waves again.
He doesn't want to live forever.
He doesn't even want to be an immortal anymore.
He thought about being an ordinary mortal in those worlds in the Three Thousand Realms where there is no cultivation and no pursuit of immortality. Even if it is in the demon world or the orc world, he is willing to be a little beast with simple thoughts. He just wants to be ordinary.
In life, there is love and hatred, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. The most important thing is to have a fiery heart.
But he can't leave yet. Before he leaves, he has to find a successor.
If one hundred thousand years later, no monk in the Firmament Realm has ascended, then the secret inheritance he left behind will be opened, and a suitable successor will be selected for him to cultivate. However, now that someone has come in, she is not a person who is dedicated to the Tao.
, she just forgot the hot emotions in her heart and the most important person she cared about because of the Heart-killing Forgetting Formation.
It is impossible for such a person to become an immortal if he is addicted to human love.
This kind of person is not the person he is looking for.
But his consciousness was all over the sky, and he couldn't find the person he was looking for.
With a slight glance, you can see intrigues and intrigues about killing people and seizing treasures everywhere. Even the righteous monks have a strong smell of blood on their bodies, which cannot be hidden from him.
The monks in the past were cultivating the mind and immortality. Now the monks are only cultivating the body, and what they are constantly improving is their own strength. The shadow of his soul sat on the brocade flowers, quietly looking at the expression in front of him.
He said nothing about the embarrassed woman, but just looked at her silently.
Yun Changyuan stood there blankly at this time, with only five words constantly echoing in her mind, the Heart-killing and Forgetting Formation, the Heart-killing and Forgetting Formation...
What formation is that?
As the name suggests, she forgets love? What did she forget? Where did she forget it? Why did she forget it? Who did she forget?
Yun Changyuan kept thinking. She kept thinking. Even though it was still chilly around her, sweat broke out on her forehead. She held her head in her hands and had a splitting headache. However, she could not remember what she had forgotten.
.
"My wife is buried in this tomb." Immortal Yuanshen looked down at the tomb beneath him and suddenly said.
Tinghailou belonged to a major cultivation sect at that time, and he was also an outstanding disciple of Tinghailou. The leader promised his daughter to him and became his Taoist companion. His wife's cultivation qualifications were not high, and the relationship between them
, in his opinion, it is probably not deep, but every time he comes out of seclusion to practice, he will find her waiting at the door, from an innocent and bright girl to an old woman with frosty hair...
He was devoted to the Tao and should not have been fettered by love, but he was still young and felt helpless.
Until one day, he came out of seclusion again and didn't see that familiar person standing in front of him. She was not high in cultivation and tried many ways to extend her life, but she didn't wait for him.
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the grave on the far right, "My master is buried in that grave."
He was an orphan, and his master picked him up and raised him, teaching him the principles of life and making him a man of uprightness. The masters at that time were different from those now. They would not only teach their disciples how to practice, but also teach them
He felt no regret in his heart. His master died at the end of his life, and he still had a smile on his face when he passed away.
The Immortal Yuanshen raised his hand again, and the petals on the middle tomb bag flew all over the sky. The tomb bag split from the middle, and inside was not a coffin, but a rectangular lacquered wood box.
"Since you are able to come here, you are considered destined, so I will give that thing to you. You can get it yourself!"
After he finished speaking, he saw Yun Changyuan still standing there with a painful expression, and sighed slightly: "If you don't want to forget, you will always remember it."
Just like him, he had obviously forgotten, but after a long period of loneliness, he remembered the person he had forgotten.
The woman with almond-shaped eyes and pink cheeks stood in front of him as pretty as a blooming begonia.
The woman's eyes were like water, and the long wait had erased her youthfulness, making her like an orchid, ethereal and noble.
The pictures of her when she was young and her when she was old suddenly became clear. It was only after hundreds of thousands of years that she became vivid in his heart. How ridiculous and sad it was...
If you don't want to forget, you will always remember.
Yun Changyuan suddenly thought of Chang'an, and how he desperately pounced on her and called her mother.
Is what she forgot related to Chang'an?
After returning, she would like to hear what Changan said about his mother.
Thinking of this, Yun Changyuan's mood stabilized a little. At this time, the immortal said again: "Take it away, someone else is coming..."
Yun Changyuan took a step forward. She bent down to pick up the box. However, due to a miscalculation, the force was slightly off. Yun Changyuan almost slipped when she picked it up. Her face turned red and her fingers were almost injured by the box.
Suppressed.
Too heavy!
She is a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. She can split mountains and rocks with ease. Unexpectedly, she was hit by a box. What on earth hit her!
"Hahaha……"
The immortal who was said to have no desires and desires actually burst into laughter and seemed to be in a very happy mood.
Yun Changyuan rolled her eyes silently. This time she used her spiritual energy to get it. Although it was much easier, it was still so heavy that it took her all her strength. When she opened the box, she found that there was only a sword tip inside.
The tip of the sword is only three inches long, but it is so heavy. I don't know what material it is made of.
"It is the Sword of Forgetfulness, my former sword." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
ps: This article is different from the setting of male cultivators. Unless you have a high level of cultivation, you can become an immortal... Therefore, in the world of cultivation where Zhang Yuan is located, no one has ever become an immortal!