The golden-armored general led Yan Nishuang through the passage opened by hundreds of guards and welcomed her into the gate. As soon as she stepped into the gate, when she turned around, the majestic gate had disappeared. Yan Nishuang I found myself standing above the clouds.
If Bai Lin was present, he would definitely recognize that this place is similar to the Heavenly Cloud Palace where Catherine is located, but the Immortal Palace has many more buildings. Yan Nishuang looked around with curiosity. This space is so big. It is unimaginable that at the farthest end of the field of vision, there may be hundreds of kilometers of clouds, as well as pavilions and pavilions.
Following the footsteps of the golden-armored general, she walked onto a platform made of white jade. The platform was larger than a standard football field. It was surrounded by eight white jade pillars that only three or four people could embrace, reaching into the sky.
The golden-armored general retreated very respectfully, leaving Yan Nishuang alone.
Yan Nishuang was a little dizzy. She was so excited that she overcame her physical weakness for a moment. The excitement was so strong that she felt as if her limbs were filled with lead and she was about to fall down.
At this moment, a colorful bird fell from the sky and landed steadily in front of her.
Before Yan Nishuang could see the creature in front of her clearly, she felt a pill go into her mouth. The pill melted in her mouth, and a cold feeling was like a clear spring, nourishing her whole body in a few seconds. Whether it was the dryness caused by not drinking water for two days, the pain caused by the scorching sun, or the fatigue from walking over mountains and ridges for several days, all were swept away by this clear stream.
Yan Nishuang's eyes lit up, and she vaguely felt that her magic power seemed to be more abundant and powerful. This elixir was obviously not an ordinary product. She took a closer look and saw that the colorful bird in front of her had turned into a human form.
This is a rather majestic beauty in ancient costume. Yan Nishuang can't tell her age, but at a glance, she can tell that she has been in a high position for a long time and is not angry. The colorful feathers turned into a gorgeous robe, and she wore a lifelike golden crown with a crest on her head. She was graceful and luxurious, making people feel ashamed, longing for it, respectful, and impressed physically and mentally.
Yan Nishuang hurriedly bowed and saluted. Li Daoyang had already warned him that if he had the chance to meet an immortal, he should do so according to ancient Eastern rituals and not lose etiquette.
As expected, the beauty in ancient costume smiled and said: "No courtesy." She paused, saw Yan Nishuang raised her head, and then said: "I am the powerful protector of the Dharma, and I am also the master of Daluo Kunlun Ruins."
Yan Nishuang said respectfully: "Disciple Yan Nishuang pays homage to the Immortal!" Ordinarily, Wenyuan Pavilion in the East is also an extension of orthodox Taoism, and Yan Nishuang claims that there is nothing wrong with his disciple.
Wei Feng nodded slightly and said: "Since you can enter the Kunlun Ruins, you are naturally a member of my religion! It has been hundreds of years since a new mortal came here. Although the Kunlun Ruins is just a projection of the holy realm in the human world, you are here This will also be very rewarding!”
Yan Nishuang nodded quickly. She had read in ancient books that West Kunlun was a holy land for cultivation in the East. This had a great relationship with the ancient war to confer gods.
In ancient times, there was abundant spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Whether it was birds and beasts that absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and gave birth to spiritual wisdom, or the awakened "immortal bones" among humans, they could become "immortals" by practicing "Tao". These immortals and mortals lived together. The human world, but their power is far beyond what humans or the human world can bear.
A ferocious tiger can only harm a few people in a year, but a tiger that has become a "demon immortal" can eat an entire village in one day. What's more, many immortals support different mortal tribes. Once a war breaks out between tribes, the lethality of one immortal is enough to make the entire army of mortals bleed into rivers. The battles between immortals will also break mountains and shift rivers. At the same time, immortals are almost immortal, and even if they are defeated by a god, their souls can be resurrected through various secret techniques. In the end, the highest level "saint" among the immortals decided to start the battle to become a god.
The so-called war of gods is actually a war to forcibly expel "saints" and "immortals" with extraordinary power from the human world. The saints and immortals who died in the war are canonized as "gods" and enter another dimension or world. and no longer interfere in human affairs.
The Battle of the Gods almost killed and injured all the immortals, and also greatly consumed the aura of the human world. From then on, it was no longer possible for "immortal bones" to be born, and it was also difficult for birds and beasts to produce spiritual wisdom, and the human world entered the era of mortals. The mages of later generations are actually rare lucky ones, but their power levels are far inferior to the "immortal bones" of ancient times.
The various forces in the Battle of the Gods still left many legacies in the human world. Among them, the most powerful "Chanjiao" left this West Kunlun, which is equivalent to the human copy of the "Kunlun Mountain", the holy land of "Chanjiao" , and also gave the disciples of later generations some possibility of pursuing the "Tao".
Wei Feng put away her majesty and led Yan Nishuang around the white jade platform like an elder, introducing the locations of various cloud heads around.
At that time, there were twelve Kunlun Golden Immortals who taught, namely, Yuding Zhenren, Guangchengzi, Chi Jingzhen, Taiyi Zhenren, Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun, Puxian Zhenzhen, Huanglong Zhenren, Daoxing Tianzun, Lingbao Master, Qingxu Daozhen Jun, Fearful Sun, and Antarctic Immortal Weng each left a cave in the Daluo Kunlun Ruins, which is the many cloud-headed palaces around the Jade Platform.
"Choose one!" Wei Feng finished the introduction and asked directly: "Each of the twelve caves has its own secrets. You can choose one to practice based on your heart!"
Yan Nishuang was suddenly confused. She had read a lot of fairy tales, but they were only from the Ming Dynasty. There were very few descriptions of the Twelve Golden Immortals in ancient books, which made Yan Nishuang unable to start.
But Yan Nishuang is smart. Since she has no choice, she simply throws the question back and salutes: "This disciple has been practicing swordsmanship since childhood. I don't dare to be greedy and go astray. I hope the immortal can give me guidance!"
Wei Feng nodded appreciatively. It is true that when mortals enter this fairyland, they often ask for "immortality", "ascension", or want everything. However, the so-called pursuit of "Tao" It is a process from complexity to simplicity, and then refinement. Yan Nishuang's words just correspond to the correct path of "Tao".
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Wei Feng waved his arm, and an auspicious cloud appeared in front of Yan Nishuang's eyes. Wei Feng said: "If you practice swordsmanship, you will naturally be the Ziyang Palace of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun! Go, Mo Xie's sword has no owner yet. Woolen cloth!"
"Moxie Sword!" Yan Nishuang couldn't help but her eyes lit up. Naturally, she had heard of the deeds of Qingxu Daodezhenjun. Even in the novel "The Legend of the Gods", this Immortal of Explanation was extremely powerful in combat. He had magic weapons and many mounts. Two The famous disciples Huang Tianhua and Yang Ren are also legendary figures. The most important thing is the Moye Sword, the most important treasure of Qingfeng Mountain. It is the most dazzling sword weapon in the Battle of the Gods and can be called the sect of ten thousand swords.
Of course, Yan Nishuang also knew very well that the Moxie sword in Kunlun Ruins should be a projection, or a replica, of an ancient artifact, but this did not affect Yan Nishuang's yearning for this peerless magic weapon.
