Taoist immortals have lived for eighty million years.
The million-year battle between Shenwu and Xianwu finally came to an end. In the end, Xianwu won and Shenwu went into exile.
In the long battle, too many strong men of the Shenwu lineage fell.
They can only rely on Shenwu Futu to float in the dark and dead universe, not knowing where to go.
And because the Shenwu lineage fought too hard with the immortals before, many of the immortals they killed were frightened. Now that they are in despair, they are like a rat crossing the street, and everyone is shouting to beat them.
Therefore, the battle between Xianwu and Shenwu is over, but the battle between Shenwu has never stopped. Sometimes when passing through some fairy realms, the immortal monks will come to attack the Shenwu lineage.
There are even some powerful immortals who secretly follow and want to destroy the Shenwu lineage! Not to mention the displacement, they also have to fight all the time! It was the most miserable period of Shenwu! If there is no way to turn the tide, Shenwu will be mercilessly wiped out!
"Uncle, when will the fighting stop and where are we going?"
Wu Chuyang, who was still young, asked his uncle in confusion.
Uncle rubbed Wu Chuyang's head and said in a very soft but firm voice: "Martial warriors are born to fight.
Fighting is our mission and our destiny, why should we stop?"
"As for where to go?"
“Wherever your clan members are, where is your home?”
Wu Chuyang was deeply shocked.
My uncle would never say these words to him before.
"Then...can I fight too?"
Wu Chuyang's eyes were full of hope.
His parents left home when he was young, and he was almost brought up by his uncle.
To Wu Chuyang, his uncle was a heaven-like existence that he needed to look up to.
"Why not?"
Uncle laughed: "You also have noble divine and martial blood flowing in your body!"
"But...I can't practice divine martial arts."
Wu Chuyang's expression darkened.
"Who said that if you can't practice divine martial arts, you can't become a strong man and you can't fight?"
My uncle spoke loudly: "If you have the ambition to practice martial arts in your heart, you will practice martial arts!"
When Wu Chuyang heard this, he was inspired: "Uncle, I have decided that I will practice well and fight for Shenwu like my parents in the future, and I will die without regrets."
Uncle nodded affirmatively.
Wu Chuyang immediately ran away happily.
Uncle looked at it with eyes that were both sad and expectant.
At this time.
An old man came over and said softly: "Ling Yun, Chu Yang will not achieve much in this life. You can't give him too much thought."
but.
But my uncle said: "If a young child has mediocre qualifications and does not have the ambition to reach the sky, then he is really finished."
"However, he will go through a lot of hardships and pain."
The old man said.
"Chu Yang was born with high expectations.
My eldest brother, I hope he can lead the Shenwu lineage to rise.
He was born with a mission, and mediocrity is his greatest torture."
Uncle said stubbornly.
"You...oh!"
The old man sighed and finally asked: "Then can you make him a strong man?"
"have no idea."
Uncle shook his head: "I don't even know if Chuyang can persist, but I will support all his decisions."
..."Wu Chuyang, are you the only one who still wants to lead the rise of Shenwu?"
"Stop dreaming, wake up! You can only cultivate immortal martial arts, how can you lead the rise of divine martial arts?"
"We won't look down on you, but don't talk about Zhenxing Shenwu all day long, okay?"
"Your parents are strong men of Shenwu, and your uncle is one of the backbones of the Shenwu lineage! As for you, how are you different from a waste now?"
Amidst the scoldings of the teenagers, Wu Chuyang left with a bruise and a swollen face.
This is a competition that young people from the Shenwu lineage often engage in! Wu Chuyang has great faith in his heart and hopes to become powerful by cultivating the Immortal Martial Arts and lead the rise of Shenwu.
but.
The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is extremely cruel! He who cultivates immortal martial arts cannot be compared with his peers who cultivate divine martial arts! Even those peers who cultivate immortal martial arts are far beyond him! Wu Chuyang only feels that the future is bleak.
There is no hope in sight.
"Uncle, can I really not practice martial arts?"
Wu Chuyang was unwilling and full of grievances.
If he could cultivate divine martial arts, how could he lose to them?
Uncle's eyes became stern: "Do you want to give up?"
"No, I..." A trace of flinching flashed in Wu Chuyang's eyes.
The uncle immediately slapped him to the ground and scolded him: "If you give up when you encounter setbacks, how can you achieve great success?
People with extraordinary talents have to go through thousands of hardships before they can achieve great achievements. You have nothing, why do you give up so easily?"
"Uncle..." "If you can't cultivate the immortal martial arts well, what qualifications do you have to cultivate the divine martial arts?"
"Uncle, I was wrong..." "Wu Chuyang, my Shenwu lineage also has top Immortal Martial Powerhouses! Even the ultimate Immortal Martial Arts can become a Martial God! Just keep this idea in mind and practice for me,
If you can't do it, give up now and don't come to me again in the future!"
Uncle's eyes became more and more severe.
Wu Chuyang gritted his teeth and shouted: "Uncle, I know!"
"Go ahead.
Uncle believes in you, you will not be worse than others.
If you don't even believe in yourself, how can you be strong and how can you make others value you and follow you?"
Uncle said earnestly: "Since you want to lead Shenwu to rise, then show your due faith!"
"yes!"
Wu Chuyang shouted with red eyes.
...Shenwu Conference Hall.
"Wu Lingyun, your nephew Wu Chuyang has mediocre qualifications and has no hope of becoming a strong man in this life, but you continue to give him a lot of practice resources. What do you mean?"
Someone called Shenwu Su Lao asked.
Uncle retorted: "Who said Chuyang can't become a strong man?"
"There is no divinity in his body, and his bloodline is even more mixed. Even if he has a heaven-defying destiny, he cannot change his fate!"
The old man shouted again.
"Does my Shenwu lineage only care about blood?"
Uncle, however, was unwavering: "Who said that without blood and divinity, one cannot become a strong man?
Chuyang is determined and ambitious, and he will achieve great success in the future!"
"You are kidding yourself!"
“My own children don’t believe it, so what else can I believe?
I, Wu Lingyun, guarantee with my life that as long as Chu Yang doesn’t die in the future, he will become a strong man!”
"But... our Shenwu lineage has too few resources, so we need to focus on cultivating children with top talents!"
"Then give up my resources to Chu Yang!"
Uncle blurted out.
"Nonsense, you are also the future of the Shenwu lineage!"
Su Lao scolded.
The uncle was silent for a moment, but he said: "You used to say that my eldest brother was the future of the Shenwu lineage, but he died in the battle.
Now you say I am, but I know how much I weigh, and I am much worse than my elder brother.
I may be able to support the Shenwu lineage, but I cannot make the Shenwu rise.
What’s the use of such a future?”
..."Uncle, I find that the gap between myself and others is getting wider and wider."
Wu Chuyang looked troubled.
"Are you flinching and scared?"
Uncle asked.
"No."
"Then think of a way! The universe is so big, and there are many creatures who are weak but become strong. You can do the same."
Uncle said.
Wu Chuyang was thoughtful.
His eyes suddenly lit up: "My body is not as good as others, so I will use weapons! Divine weapons have magic weapons, and I want to build a magic weapon!"
“If you have an idea, let’s do it!”
Uncle's eyes were full of encouragement.
"Um."
Wu Chuyang left.
An old man appeared with a puzzled look on his face: "Ling Yun, why are you so obsessed with Chu Yang?
You have to know that with Chu Yang’s qualifications, transforming from an Immortal Martial to a Divine Martial is a luxury.”
"Of course I know."
"One day he will discover his mediocrity and the bleakness of his future, and he will hate you then."
Uncle shook his head: "It may be cruel, but one day, Chu Yang may have died in the battle."
"How can you bear it?
He is your nephew!"
"With the blood of Shenwu, but living a mediocre life, this is the greatest cruelty to him."
"It's just what you think."
"No, I believe this is Chuyang's idea too!"
"Do you really believe that Chuyang has a chance to grow up?"
But my uncle just smiled: "I might have been hesitant before, but now I really believe it."
"Why?"
"Because I see the shadow of my elder brother in Chuyang, and because I will guide him towards the future.
As long as he doesn't die in the future, even if he doesn't practice Shenwu, Shenwu will always be proud of him."
Uncle is full of expectations.
...time passes.
Wu Chuyang continued to practice. Although the gap between him and his peers was getting wider and wider, he still persisted.
During this period, he refined a spurge.
Although it was very different from the magic weapon he imagined, he felt as if he had walked into the future.
"The most powerful martial master in the history of the Shenwu lineage uses the Shenwu halberd that conquers the creation of heaven and earth! My halberd will do the same in the future."
That year, Wu Chuyang was in high spirits.
then.
Wu Chuyang joined Shenwu's defense! Ordinary practice made him more mediocre! He needs to experience the tempering of blood and fire to make himself stronger! And this battle will last for thousands, tens of thousands of years! "Uncle,
Uncle, I have become an Immortal King, and the Immortal King is just around the corner!"
Wu Chuyang shouted excitedly.
"Why are you so happy? You will be proud of being in front of me after you become the Immortal Emperor!"
"Then...I'm going back to fight!"
"Wait..." "Is there anything else?"
"Chu Yang."
Uncle shouted, his eyes rarely becoming gentle: "You already have the qualifications to become a strong man, but you have to work harder."
With the vicissitudes of time, Wu Chuyang is no longer young, and his chiseled face is full of iron and perseverance.
But at this moment, he smiled brightly: "I have never slacked off, and I have never forgotten my mission!"
"well!"
Uncle laughed heartily.
but.
In just a hundred years, news came on the battlefield that Wu Chuyang was seriously injured and was crippled.
That was... a genius from the Immortal Clan who was much younger than him but was extremely talented. With just one blow, he cut off the achievements and hopes of Wu Chuyang's ten thousand years of hard work.
When he saw Wu Chuyang again, my uncle could no longer see the spirit of his own nephew. His face was full of loneliness and weakness, and he was still sitting in a wheelchair, like an old man in his twilight years.
"Uncle, I lost."
He forced a smile, but it was so sad.
Uncle said with a sullen face: "It's okay, Chuyang, you still have hope..." "Uncle, one knife!"
Wu Chuyang became excited, his eyes were red: "He cut off everything about me with just one strike!"
Uncle was silent.
Wu Chuyang was trembling all over and full of pain: "Uncle, please stop encouraging me.
When he stepped on my head and looked down at me from above, I realized how mediocre I was!"
"Nonsense!"
Uncle shouted sharply.
"Uncle, I know that you have been encouraging me and comforting me all these years.
In fact, I know that I am mediocre and destined not to become a strong person..." Wu Chuyang said lonely.
but.
But his uncle kicked Wu Chuyang's wheelchair to pieces and shouted: "No one can say you are mediocre, and your uncle never thought you were incompetent! Encouragement?
comfort?
Fuck you, I would never do this!"
"But..." Wu Chuyang fell to the ground, raised his head with tears streaming down his face, and swallowed: "Uncle, I can't even stand up.
That fairy boy didn't even bother to kill me, saying that I would dirty his knife..." "Uncle is here, what are you afraid of!"
Uncle shouted fiercely, grabbed Wu Chuyang, and said firmly: "Uncle will make you stand up! Then you will use your big halberd to stab the young man to death and let him know who is the waste!"
But.
Wu Chuyang was like a puddle of mud, unable to straighten his spine.
Time passes.
For the next hundred years, my uncle never came to see Wu Chuyang again, and Wu Chuyang became more and more decadent.
He gave up on himself! All his dreams and hopes were lost.
Wu Chuyang even thought about taking his own life! Living... is meaningless.
But at the end, he wanted to say goodbye to his uncle.
But this day.
Shenwu Su Lao approached Wu Chuyang.
He said softly: "Your uncle went to find the immortal boy who deposed you, broke his arm, and even trampled him under his feet."
Wu Chuyang felt as if he was struck by lightning, a glimmer of light flashed in his dead eyes.
But the next moment.
"Where's uncle..." he asked anxiously.
"Dead."
Wu Chuyang's face suddenly turned pale.
"But it's not because of that fairy boy, it's because he went to a mysterious forbidden place and got you the divine fruit that can reshape your body."
Elder Shenwu looked sad: "He threw away his own future and continued the path for you."
"Impossible, impossible..." Wu Chuyang looked like he was crazy.
"How is it impossible!"
However, Elder Shenwu scolded: "Your uncle has always believed in you and firmly believes that you have a brighter future than him! How could he not trade his own life for your future?"
When Wu Chuyang heard this, tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.
Elder Shenwu looked at it and couldn't help sighing and shaking his head. He knew that Wu Chuyang couldn't even listen to what he said at this moment, so he handed a divine kingdom to Wu Chuyang: "Don't let your uncle down, and don't let your uncle down either."
The sacrifice has no effect."
After saying that, Shenwu Sulao left and planned to come back some time later.
After a month of this.
Shenwu Su Lao came back, only to find that Wu Chuyang was still like a walking corpse, only crying every day.
He was furious.
"Wu Chuyang, what are you doing?"
Shenwu Su Lao shouted loudly.
"My uncle is dead, but I am alive. What's the point? What's the point?
Uncle, he is the future of Shenwu..." He blamed himself deeply.
but.
Bang! Old Shenwu Su was so angry that he wouldn't argue and kicked Wu Chuyang over: "What's the point?"
"I'll tell you what this means!"
Wu Chuyang, a veteran of Shenwu Su, grabbed him, pressed him against the wall, and shouted: "Whether it is now or before, in the eyes of my Shenwu lineage, you are a waste! However, your uncle firmly believes that you can become a strong man.
, go further than him!"
Wu Chuyang hesitated: "Uncle is comforting me..." "Comforting you?"
Are you worthy?"
Shenwu Su Lao shouted: "If we didn't really believe in you, Ling Yun would have ignored everyone's opinions when we decided not to provide you with resources, and even gave up his own practice resources to you?"
Wu Chuyang opened his eyes suddenly.
"If I didn't really believe in you, would your uncle fight for you to go to the battlefield where the Shenwu lineage trains geniuses?"
"If he didn't really believe in you, your uncle would study the Immortal Martial Arts for you for thousands of years and provide you with one piece of advice after another?
Do you really think that a waste like you can become an immortal king?"
Wu Chuyang's face turned pale as he recalled all kinds of things! "Do you know what your uncle said before he died?"
Shenwu Su Lao Sen said: "Your uncle said that you will be like the rising sun, bringing light to the Shenwu lineage! Your name is given with such expectations! In the future that he cannot reach, you will definitely be able to take his place.
Come on! But, is this how you repay your uncle?"
"I..." Wu Chuyang's lips trembled.
"Your uncle heard that you were humiliated and desperately entered the clan of that immortal boy.
But when he trampled that young man under his feet, he did not kill him, but said that his nephew would definitely trample you under his feet one day in the future!"
Tears welled up in the eyes of Shenwu Su Lao: "Your uncle believes in you so much, and your uncle has given everything for you! But what about you, what are you doing! Wu Chuyang, let me ask you, what are you doing?
ah!"
"I...I..." Wu Chuyang kept talking, but couldn't say a word, and finally burst into tears.
He covered his face with his hands, but tears seemed to have burst through the dam.
"I was wrong, uncle, I was really wrong, uncle, uncle..." Wu Chuyang started eating the magic fruit crazily, crying while eating.
"Uncle, I will become stronger, I will definitely become stronger..."