As disciples from various sects entered the venue, the Yaochi Peach Festival began in an orderly manner.
Looking around, there are countless exquisite round platforms floating in the sky above a turquoise pool deep in Yaochi.
The fairy spirit is ethereal.
More than a dozen beautiful fairies in white shuttled around each round platform, delivering fairy fruits, spiritual wine, and freshly picked peaches from time to time.
There are three larger round platforms.
Liubo Mountain Xijiu and several elders occupied one.
An old monk with great reputation in the world occupied one of the Lingyin Temples, followed by many young disciples.
It is said that he is the uncle of Lingyin Temple Buddhist disciple Huike.
Of course the most eye-catching one is the last one.
There was only one person on that empty round platform, his face was as gentle as jade, and he was calm and composed.
Countless people's eyes were a little surprised. Su Mo, the eldest disciple of Dao Sect, really didn't have any cultivation level.
As time passed, there was silence in the air, and many first-class disciples who were lucky enough to come noticed the strangeness of the atmosphere, because so far, no one of sufficient importance has appeared in Yaochi.
Compared to them, more people who are familiar with the inside story of Yaochi are just waiting silently.
Beside a small stream in the deepest part of Yaochi.
A middle-aged woman with noble temperament clasped her hands behind her back and looked silently into the distance. A wisp of cinnabar was the finishing touch between her eyebrows, and her face was cold, giving people an unattainable sense of nobility.
He Pianpian came here and said softly: "Master, Liubo Mountain, Daozong, and Lingyin Temple have all arrived."
The middle-aged woman who is the current owner of Yaochi looked somewhere and sighed: "The seal is becoming more and more unstable. If it continues like this for a long time, it will definitely cause a big disaster."
He Pianpian looked calm and persuaded: "Junior sister Qinghua has barely woken up now. During this period, we only need to use the power of other holy places to rebuild the seal. Waiting for junior sister to regain her strength, this crisis will naturally be resolved."
The Holy Lord of Yaochi raised his head slightly, and as far as he could see, in the endless sea of clouds in the sky, three golden mountains that seemed to be aligned with the sky stood on the horizon.
Looking carefully, the mountains are surrounded by densely carved runes, which emit dazzling light from time to time.
There is a gap in the center of the three mountains. If they are far apart, it is equivalent to a gap between the mountains. However, if you look with a practitioner's sight, you can find a huge thing trapped inside.
The black skin of *** is full of power, obviously lifeless, but it gives people a terrifying sense of oppression.
Compared with the monster's aura, the ghost's aura was like that of a toddler that hadn't yet grown its teeth.
The Holy Master of Yaochi was silent for a moment and said: "The academy seems to have encountered trouble in recent times. Qingdi City is of little significance to this, but why is there no one from Kunlun?"
According to the saying in the cultivation world, Kunlun and Yaochi are two Taoist ancestral courtyards separated only by a curtain. When this curtain is lifted, naturally they are one family.
Many people in the two holy places actually thought that the marriage between Wan Jianyi and He Pianpian would be the red thread to lift the curtain. Unfortunately, both of them fell into love unintentionally, so they had no choice but to give up.
He Pianpian pondered for a while and replied: "In the past, Kunlun Wanjian came here, but now he is in retreat. In addition, Kunlun Taoist Master Liu has accepted a new disciple who seems to be incredible. When he became a disciple, he alarmed the top of the Kunlun Patriarch Hall. There is a memorial tablet of the female ancestor on the left, and it led to the recognition of the owner of the immortal sword. This is a major event that has not happened in a thousand years. It is said that even the Kunlun leader has been alarmed and is currently busy with this matter."
The Holy Master of Yaochi shook his head helplessly and said: "Forget it, Lingyin Temple and Dao Sect are naturally more proficient at suppressing evil spirits than us. As for Liubo Mountain, what they have learned is complicated and the magic weapon is powerful. It should be enough if nothing happens."
He Pianpian said softly: "But master... Daozong only came with two people, namely Su Mo and Shen Yu, the realm..."
The Holy Lord of Yaochi asked directly: "Do you carry a sword?"
He Pianpian winked playfully, nodded and said, "I'll take it."
"That's enough."
Yaochi
The Holy Master seemed to have remembered something, smiled, but did not explain, and changed the topic: "Go, tell those fellow Taoists about this action, it's time to prepare the seal, I always feel that the conspiracy in the land of Qianchuan is more than just this."
He Pianpian nodded slightly.
The Holy Master of Yaochi suddenly let out a sigh and said in surprise: "Have you noticed that the monster seems to have stopped making trouble suddenly?"
Ever since Fairy Calyx Hua, who was in charge of the formation, suffered a heavy blow from the Land of Qianchuan, and the seal was affected, the monster that had been immortal since ancient times had not stopped every day.
But just now, why did it seem to be suddenly quiet?
"I don't know, I must be tired."
Saint He Pianpian seemed to remember something and said slowly: "By the way, Shen Yu just... entered the tomb of Senior Ling Hua."
"What?!"
....
Inside the Linghua tomb.
The black mist exuding billowing demonic aura suddenly became silent and never made any more noise.
It's like meeting heaven and earth.
After a while, an uncertain voice sounded.
"You...who are you?"
Shen Yu said casually: "Your uncle."
The black mist slowly retracted, and as expected, he was suddenly speechless just like his grandson saw his grandpa.
Fairy Ling Hua smiled slightly when she saw this scene and said: "Its anger has actually been purified a lot over the years. It can't be seen on the surface, but sometimes it is just like a child. You still have something to do."
Shen Yu shook his head and said, "I almost don't recognize myself."
Fairy Ling Hua looked at the calm and indifferent face and sighed: "There is something different."
The young man back then was wearing a green shirt and wielding a sword. He was full of energy and had the arrogance of his youth in his eyes. How could he be as old-fashioned as he is now?
Shen Yu joked: "You have grown up, and you are no longer the little girl who secretly ate peaches."
The beautiful woman glanced at him, but her eyes were full of tenderness.
Shen Yu looked at the horizon and remained silent.
Ling Hua stood aside quietly and said softly, "You should have a lot to ask me."
Shen Yu thought for a while and said: "I don't know why I woke up. I have thought about it a lot, including Buddhism's reincarnation, Confucianism's Huang Liang Yi Meng, and even Taoism's time flies, but there is no evidence. Ling Hua, what do you know?"
Ling Hua shook his head and said softly: "I was buried here long ago when you died. There is only a trace of the remnant soul left in the Yaochi. I can't know the situation outside, but..."
Ling Hua's face looked a little heavy and he said: "I can feel the great changes in the world, the spiritual energy dissipating, and countless powerful people with powerful auras in the world have gathered together."
Shen Yu turned his head and asked seriously: "Then?"
Ling Hua raised his head slightly, his face solemn.
"Then all the breath disappeared at the same time."
"The bright sun, the bright moon, and the stars all over the sky suddenly disappeared."
"The whole world is dead silent, so quiet that it's terrifying."
