Liu Sanyue opened her eyes, and her eyes were still bloody and blurry, and she couldn't see anything clearly.
His vision was very dim, and Liu Sanyue didn't know if it was a problem with his eyes.
There is pain everywhere in the body.
Are you dead?
Liu Sanyue remembered what Bu Suanzi said to him that day.
——You are going to die, Liu Sanyue.
Probably dead?
Otherwise why is it so dark?
But underneath him is the earth, not the River Styx that carries everything in the world to the Kingdom of Hades.
Liu Sanyue struggled to sit up, but couldn't use his strength. It was as if he had lost all feeling in his hands and feet.
Liu Sanyue remembered the last scene he saw.
Someone carrying a sword walked over in the fog in the green mountains.
Unfortunately, he didn't see clearly who that person was, so he passed out.
Liu Sanyue rested for a long time and finally felt a hint of pain in his arm.
If it can hurt, it means it can be driven.
Liu Sanyue supported the ground again and finally sat up.
He seemed to be lying under a tree.
Liu Sanyue squinted his eyes and tried hard to identify the surrounding environment.
There were fallen leaves that looked like blood everywhere - maybe this was really a problem with my eyes.
Or maybe it’s the maple leaves.
Liu Sanyue looked back at his body and saw an extremely serious sword wound from his shoulder to his ribs.
It's just that for some reason, that sword looked very ferocious, but it only stayed at the depth of the bone without actually hurting his heart.
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while, trying to mobilize the power in the divine sea.
There was a weak wind around him, but it was not damage.
Just try your best.
This is somewhat incomprehensible.
It was as if the last sight he saw was just an illusion.
But the sword wound clearly confirmed the existence of that scene.
So what stopped the man from killing himself?
Liu Sanyue sat leaning against the tree trunk for a long time and then tried to stand up.
There is some pain in the body, but it is still tolerable.
There seemed to be the sound of water nearby. Liu Sanyue squinted his eyes, found a stick to hold on, and walked in the direction of the sound of water.
The ground is covered with leaves, which rustle when stepped on. Mixed with the sound of running water, it feels like a different kind of tranquility.
The sound of water came from a nearby stream.
Liu Sanyue walked over holding the branch, lay down by the stream, and washed her face in the stream.
It wasn't until the blood and scabs deposited on his face were washed away that Liu Sanyue saw things a little clearer. Although he still wore a blood-colored filter, everything he saw was not as blurry as before. Looks like it.
Liu Sanyue raised his eyes and looked around.
Only then did he see where he was.
In a maple forest, large maple leaves clustered above the head, blocking the light, making the vision he saw a little dim.
Liu Sanyue frowned and looked at this place, not knowing where this was or why he was here.
Lowering his head and washing the dirt on his body again in the stream, Liu Sanyue stood up with a stick and walked down the clear stream.
I don’t know how long I walked, but everything in front of me gradually became brighter.
Liu Sanyue walked through the maple forest and walked out. He stopped outside and raised his hands to cover his eyes.
After he got used to the change in light, he looked at everything in front of him in amazement.
This is the top of a green mountain somewhere.
The flowers and plants are luxuriant and the colors are strange and brilliant.
Clouds and mist were billowing everywhere, and maple leaves were falling everywhere.
This is where?
Liu Sanyue was convinced that there should be no such place in the world.
"you're awake?"
A gentle voice came from not far away.
Liu Sanyue turned around, only to find a scholar-like person not far away sitting on a rock, holding a pen and paper, writing something. He was filled with the power of a witch and ghost, which was extremely rich.
"Who are you?" Liu Sanyue asked warily.
The scholar smiled and said, "You can just call me Ziyuan."
Liu Sanyue frowned and thought for a long time, but couldn't remember such a name anywhere in the world. After standing there for a long time, Liu Sanyue walked towards the scholar, stopped by the rock, remained silent for a while, and asked: " Why am I here?"
Zi Yuan said softly: "Because I saved you."
"What sir?"
Ziyuan did not answer the question. He looked down at the scroll in his hand and said softly: "You can see her after you cross this bridge of clouds and rain."
Liu Sanyue looked in front of him. On the edge of the cliff, there was an ivy suspension bridge. Looking down, everything was submerged in the clouds and mist. He didn't know how high it was.
"Why did he save me?" Liu Sanyue was very puzzled by this question.
Zi Yuan smiled and said, "I don't know. If you want to know the answer, just go and ask."
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while, looking at Zi Yuan who had not stopped writing, and asked: "What are you writing?"
Ziyuan thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's a story, a story you don't know."
Liu Sanyue didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and looked at the ivy bridge hanging in the clouds and mist. After thinking for a long time, he raised his legs and walked up.
The suspension bridge is very long, and when you walk on it, you start to sway.
Liu Sanyue held the ivy on the side and walked carefully on the bridge.
Ziyuan sat by the rocks, tilted his head and looked at this scene, and said softly: "Did the king walk by like this back then?"
He is not asking others, but himself.
The years are too long.
He couldn't remember many of the stories clearly.
Liu Sanyue didn't know what the man named Ziyuan said behind him.
When he stepped onto the suspension bridge, the sounds of the mountains and forests disappeared.
It was quiet everywhere, and there was a faint sound ringing in my ears.
It's like clouds and mist are surging.
Looking back, Zi Yuan was no longer visible.
It's like walking between heaven and earth in thin air.
Liu Sanyue took a deep breath and tried to control Dao Feng.
However, as soon as the power in the divine sea began to emerge, it was wiped away by some irresistible factor.
Yes.
erase.
It's like some people are extremely unhappy with this kind of power.
Liu Sanyue looked at the Dao Yun that had just emerged from the divine sea and then disappeared.
If Xindao doesn't like it, why should he save it?
Liu Sanyue was full of questions, so he slowly walked towards the other end of the suspension bridge step by step.
The sky gradually darkened, and although the skylight was not visible, the light smeared in the clouds and mist still heralded the passage of time.
The wind is gradually blowing.
It is the moist wind in the big swamp.
Liu Sanyue was very familiar with this kind of atmosphere.
At the same time, the suspension bridge began to ripple.
Liu Sanyue looked shocked and sped up, heading towards the other side.
After an unknown amount of time, the swaying arc of the suspension bridge gradually decreased.
Liu Sanyue looked at the shadowy flowers and plants in front of him, sped up his speed, and finally left the suspension bridge before it was almost dark.
There was a crashing sound from behind. Liu Sanyue looked back and saw that the extremely long suspension bridge had turned into countless vines in the heavy fog, falling downward.
Seeing this scene, Liu Sanyue couldn't help but feel a little happy.
The power in the divine sea cannot be used. If it falls, even if it is really Daze below, it will be a disaster.
After calming down on this cliff for a while, Liu Sanyue turned around and looked at everything in front of him.
The clouds and mist were shallow, but enough to make it difficult to see what was further away.
At his feet was a simple stone path, which was engraved with many patterns that Liu Sanyue didn't recognize, but it seemed that they had been worn away a lot due to the passage of time, and most of the rest were covered with moss, making it difficult to distinguish them.
There are countless ivy winding around the road in the shape of snakes, and they are covered with tiny flowers of various colors.
Liu Sanyue watched for a while, then walked forward along the stone path with the stick he picked up.
After walking for a while, Liu Sanyue suddenly heard some faint singing sounds coming from the clouds and mist.
It was the voice of a gentle woman.
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while.
Keep walking forward.
I do not know how long it has been.
An extremely tall and majestic jade platform appeared in front of me.
It may have been an extremely gorgeous and solemn 100-foot-high platform, but now it looks damaged.
The jade steps were shattered, and all the inlaid gems fell off, buried in the soil and grass.
Those songs came from the stage.
Liu Sanyue was silent in the audience for a long time, and then walked up step by step with a stick.
When he reached the last jade step, Liu Sanyue suddenly lost some strength and couldn't hold the stick in his hand steady for a while.
So he fell forward.
Just like kneeling.
The singing stopped.
Liu Sanyue looked up at the stage.
An extremely ancient and huge green tree grows on a high platform, blocking out the sky and the sun.
There are countless large and colorful flowers on the trees.
There was also a barefoot woman wearing a long black dress with ancient and complicated patterns, holding a maple-colored umbrella at an angle, sitting with her back to Liu Sanyue among the flowers on a certain branch, the mighty power of the Styx It is so rich that the world can clearly see the flowing shape, surrounding the woman like flowing clouds.
Liu Sanyue knelt there in a daze.
I forgot to get up, and I forgot about the problems I had been thinking about along the way.
The woman in black clothes stood up on the tree and said softly: "Liu Sanyue is a good name. The best time of year is March. If you go and never come back, you will be young. It's just the human world. You can never come back. More than just a teenager?"
The woman in black clothes turned around and looked down at Liu Sanyue from above the ancient tree. Her face was cold, but her expression was soft and sad.
"What do you think?"
Liu Sanyue knelt in confusion for a long time without answering the question.
Finally I remembered the question I wanted to ask.
"who are you?"
The woman in black clothes looked back at the fog, looked at the world, and said softly: "The goddess of Wushan, Yao Ji."
Liu Sanyue knelt down and broke the jade steps under her knees, all words having been forgotten in her heart.
It turns out to be the Wu Gui Shen Cult.
There really is a God.
This question that has hung in the world for thousands of years finally has an answer.
...
The heavy fog on the large swamp is slowly and regularly dissipating, as if something in the large swamp is absorbing the fog full of the power of the Styx, and then slowly wakes up.
Someone stood on the Youhuang Mountains and watched all this quietly.
On this huge mountain range that isolates the north and south of the human world, there is a small figure walking towards this place.
It’s not that the people are too small, it’s that the Youhuang Mountains are too high and too big.
So it looks like an ant climbing a hill.
Finally the ant climbed up, and it was a man with a sword hanging from his waist.
It's just that both the man with the sword and the man standing on the cliff of the mountain are all wearing black robes.
Hidden in darkness.
"I never thought you could actually figure out the entrance to that place."
The man with the sword said with shock.
"This is something that no fortune teller has ever done."
The man chuckled softly and said: "It's not that he's not good, it's that he calculated the time wrong. The world is flowing and changing, just like the missing number that he has been pursuing all his life - he also knows that fate is unobservable. , but still persist in looking for it. But in the final analysis, all things still depend on fate. "
"Sometimes it's in your destiny." The man with the sword whispered, "What if it's not in your destiny?"
The man was still smiling and said softly: "There will always be something in fate. The world contains two characteristics: existence and non-existence. If it is visible and invisible, then the invisible will exist."
"What is visible is emptiness, and what is invisible is nothingness. You people from the Taoist sect are always so mysterious."
"That's the rule."
"What if I break the rules?"
The man fell silent, looked at the world quietly, and said softly: "The rules cannot be broken."
"Why?"
"Because the world is a flowing shadow." The man said slowly, "This is something that is unacceptable and unforgivable."
The meaning in the words was very serious and very angry, but I didn't know where the anger came from.
After a long time, the man calmed down again.
"It's a pity that Liu Sanyue is not dead." The man with the sword said with some regret. "Although Bai Fengyu is dead, he is a person that the world cannot see and has long forgotten."
"This kind of thing is a long time." The man said softly, "Don't be anxious, take your time, let them see the world again."
The man with the sword didn't say anything more and looked at the vast swamp quietly.
"She would have woken up." The man also looked at the vast swamp, "Maybe something happened in the River Styx that we don't know about, causing her to return to this world."
The man turned around and walked slowly towards the north of the mountain range.
"It was my impatience that made her wake up early."
The man with the sword stood on the top of the mountain for a long time, looking at the vast swamp where the fog slowly dissipated.
Those ancient things that have long since sunk in the long river of time are slowly surging out of the swamp.
...
Osawa taro sea.
On this piece of land south of Yunmengze, there are nearly ten thousand wizards and ghosts with solemn expressions.
Behind them is the city gate.
Not long ago, Dizhu City Gate was still under the control of the Huangliang Fake Capital. However, when the great witches from Nanchu left Jiangluo Sancheng and crossed Huangliang to the edge of Daze, everything here was out of control. .
The world has always thought that there are not many people practicing witchcraft and ghosts in Huangliang.
But that was a story thousands of years ago.
After nearly a thousand years of recuperation, coupled with the Xuanxuyuan's rapid expansion in Huangliang Land, the wizards and ghosts have long since recovered their vitality.
As the world knows it.
Yunmeng Daze lies between Huai'an and Huangliang. Even though Shenhe once unified the world, these two ancient lands still have a seemingly distant relationship.
So when the flag of restoration was raised.
Thousands of responses.
When one person raises his hand, thousands of people follow him.
But the Nanchu witches did not raise their arms. They just remained silent, put their hands in their sleeves, and walked out of the land of Nanchu.
So Huang Liang started to get ready to move.
Inside the garrison city pass was an army of 800,000 men.
Huangliang naturally wouldn't have so many defenders at Yunmengze.
Those are people from the endless deep ocean south of the continent.
Even though the cultivating community unanimously believes that there can be no huge existence that threatens the human world in the endless deep ocean, His Majesty the Emperor in the old Kyoto, now the fake capital, followed the cautious style of the empress thousands of years ago and moved the defenders Stayed.
But when Nanchu Wu came to Daze, they followed him.
Of course, yellow beams will always be yellow beams, and Yunmeng Daze lies across this continent.
The two lands can never become a harmonious body.
At this time, thousands of wizards were standing quietly beside Daze, as if waiting for something.
People from the Northern Witch Way are also among them.
The spiritual world has always liked to look down on witches and ghosts.
Southern Chu Wu has always looked down on Northern Wu Dao.
But at this moment, both Southern and Northern Wushu come together.
Further to the edge, there is a low green mountain.
Sitting on the mountain is a man with a missing lower lip, sitting with his eyes closed. North Wu Dao Master Wu Bei, behind him, there are many great wizards of Southern Chu sitting with their hands folded. Shan Lai, who had been to Nanyi City, was also among them. Beside him, three old wizards sat - —Representing the three cities of Southern Chu respectively, they are all spirit witches.
With Southern Chu Wu's consistent contempt for Northern Wu Dao, it was naturally impossible for people from Northern Wu Dao to sit with them.
However, something in Yunmeng Daze reappeared.
Beiwu Dao was the first to come into contact with that lost sect.
He also gained the most benefits from the baptism of the vast and vast power of the Styx.
For example, the young master has no sorrow.
People do not doubt that this most outstanding young man in Northern Wizardry can step into the realm of spiritual wizards.
But people never imagined that he would become a wizard at such a young age.
But even so, Southern Chu Wu's attitude towards Northern Wu is still not very good.
The old spirit wizard from Jiangluo, named Shuhe, withdrew his gaze from Daze where the fog was dispersing, and looked at Young Master Wubei who was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed.
Meditation is not about calming the mind.
Instead, half of his soul went to Daze.
The art of detention among ghost arts.
Northern Wizardry did not practice ghost arts originally, but when Yun Mengze's things came to cover Southern Chu, those things that were originally supposed to be in their forgotten bloodlines were also remembered.
Shuhe looked at Young Master Wubei and laughed sarcastically.
"The dignified Taoist Master of the Northern Witch, even at this time, is still thinking about the life and death of his brother. It is a bit ridiculous."
Young Master Wubei's voice came out from under the witch robe.
"Whether it's funny or sad, you don't understand."
"Such a brotherly love?"
"I can't sleep not knowing whether he lives or dies."
Shuhe couldn't help but smile after hearing this, and stood up with his arms folded.
"If you hadn't sent him to Nanyi City back then, the current Northern Wizard Road might not be able to have two spiritual wizards overhauling it."
Young Master Wubei seemed to be laughing softly: "So what? Since I came to the human world first, the Northern Wizardry Way should be mine, instead of being divided into two factions. As for whether the Northern Wizardry Way is stronger or weaker, I don't care."
Next to Shuhe, the spiritual witch Chennu from Gaoxin slowly said: "It seems that the things that were rumored in the world back then are true."
Huang Liang once circulated a story about the two young masters of Northern Wizardry.
The story is so cruel that people usually only dare to discuss it when they are hiding.
That is whether Hua Wubei kills his mother or Hua Wuxi kills his mother.
After hearing this, Young Master Wubei was silent for a long time, then opened his eyes and looked at Chen Nu.
"Do you want to die?"
