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But since the extermination of all the sizable forces in the north over the past hundred years, the place has become stable again.

The rise and fall of a piece of land is also closely related to the people who live on it, so after the people of the north are gone, the climate is getting worse and worse, and the snow line of the ice field has moved far to the south in one breath for decades, so that standing on the dilapidated tower of the Great Wall and looking north, you can be blown by the snow foam in bad weather.

But such a harsh area is a good place for practitioners to hone themselves.

In particular, some people who love penance regard this place as a paradise.

Of course, there are more cultivators and fugitives than these devout cultivators, and generally speaking, they can climb the Great Wall of the Far North, and then the law of enlightenment will no longer exist.

Of course, it is very bitter here, and people living in a land with very difficult conditions have always been brave and ruthless, but being brave and ruthless is not necessarily a bad thing, after all, from a certain point of view, it is precisely because of these things that have led to the major transformation of ancient human society from matrilineal clans to patrilineal clans, and there is today's civilized world.

There are no roads in the Northlands, and everyone who walks here is creating their own new path with every step, and the footprints behind them will disappear after the next snowstorm, so the practitioners of the North are accustomed to forgetting the past and focusing on the present.

Fu Xuan is the most orthodox northerner, so he also has this strong northerner habit on his body.

He was very old, but he didn't like other old people who loved memories, he couldn't extricate himself from the glory of the past, his memories were erased by the wind and snow, and besides, he didn't have much of a past to cherish.

The first half of his life in the eyes of secular people is actually a lot of colorful and legendary, born poor, when he was a child, he caught up with Qiguo to fight with the surrounding small countries, under the fire, the people are not happy, war, it is not human life but money, the great cause of Qiguo is more rich than other small forces, and they dare to burn money, so this war is actually doomed.

The war burned back and forth, Fu Xuan also floated around, his father was dragged into battle and died, and his mother jumped into the well after being ruined by the Qiguo army, leaving Fu Xuan to live in a daze and ignorance, and then his luck was better, and he slowly grew up.

After that, he accidentally repeated the mistake of the past and was also caught, but his luck was better, not only did he not become cannon fodder but slowly mixed up to become famous, plus the situation created heroes to climb all the way up and become a famous general of a small country, and then it was a pity that he fought a few battles with the Qiguo Army and lost, he was by no means loyal and courageous, so he simply ran away by himself.

When he was in the army, he also got a inheritance by chance, but he didn't expect his talent to be excellent, and he practiced smoothly all the way, and after completely taking off his armor, he felt a little enlightened, and the realm was even more literally climbing.

He was an ambitious man, and he always was, and although he lost on the battlefield, he didn't mind, because he was interested in the true meaning of cultivation early on.

It is a very happy thing for people to have a permanent goal in their life that they can strive for.

Therefore, Fu Xuan, who abandoned martial arts and practiced, ran to the coldest ice field in the Northland.

He began to practice.

Soon after, he was promoted to the Four Realms.

Life after that was really boring, life in the north was really bitter and monotonous, but Fu Xuan gradually realized the benefits of leaving the world.

Poverty has also been experienced, wealth has also been enjoyed, power has been enjoyed, and the so-called glory has also been experienced.

There is no time for cultivation, and he doesn't pay attention to the battle of Qiguo, and only lives safely in his broken temple.

But slowly, he finally hit the bottleneck of his cultivation.

This stop is ten years.

......

Fu Xuan opened his eyes calmly, and turned over and got up according to the habit that had formed an instinct, he had the habit of sleeping in his clothes, although his cultivation would not be afraid of the cold at all even if he was naked.

He got up and silently pushed open the door, but it was still dark instead of sky.

This was not an accident, because the courtyard he lived in was not in the ordinary sense of the word, but in a small house in a temple.

It's small, about a half-sized bed, and in fact it doesn't serve any purpose other than sleeping.

The doorway was a corridor, made of black stone, in such a place in this season, the stone surface was harder and colder than steel, he instinctively walked out, around the corridor, there was a gray curtain, lifted, and when he went out, he could see the back of the huge and ancient statue of the mountain god.

Yes, his room is behind the idol.

This temple is a temple to worship the mountain god, not big, not magnificent, but dilapidated, the god is like a god whose name has long been forgotten, there are many, many such gods, there are many small countries and clans in the mainland in the previous dynasty, each has its own god lineage, and it is very chaotic.

Fu Xuan didn't know his name, but it didn't matter.

On the stone table in front of the tall statue of the god is a huge purple gold incense burner, the incense burner is inconspicuous, but if someone who understands sees it, it will definitely recognize at a glance that this was once the national weapon of a small country, and it can be called a priceless treasure.

There was a lot of incense in the incense burner, but it was almost burned out, as evidenced by the cold ash that was piled up.

Fu Xuan took out a set of tools from the corner, first cleaned his face and hands, and then began to clean the ashes, swept them clean, and then wiped them with a rag, meticulously, and then took out a handful of yellow incense and respectfully inserted it into the stove after finishing the cleaning work.

Then, this Great Cultivator of the Four Realms, who was also ranked among the top names in the world, folded his hands and kowtowed on the cold futon on the ground very respectfully and reverently.

Worship God.

It's something he's going to do every day, and he's remembered that it's been going on for almost five years since the last hiatus.

After worshipping the gods, he began to eat breakfast, after which he walked out of the gate of the mountain temple.

The gate is two huge pillars that have disappeared in red paint, and in the middle of the pillars are more than a dozen ancient stone steps.

The stone steps are filled with snow every morning, and the area is constantly snowy in all seasons.

Fu Xuan picked up the broom and swept it clean again, and then slowly sat down until it was spotless, looking at the vast and monotonous world in a daze.

As usual, he would do this until the evening, and then he would eat and go to bed.

Every day was monotonous and terrible, but he never tired of it.

But there was something wrong with Fu Xuan today, he didn't meditate immediately, but sat upright on the steps as if he was waiting for something.

Such a gesture was extremely rare in him, and he had always been lazy, and the only enemy who could make him wait so solemnly was a sufficient weight.

But in this place, what powerful enemy will come?

Fu Xuan suddenly stood up and took a few steps forward until he came to the end of the stone steps, beyond which was the flat snow.

However, in his eyes, he noticed that the snow layer here was slightly protruding, very subtle, and extremely difficult to find.

"Huh?" he pushed aside the layer of snow with some confusion, and then felt a small, slightly flattened Dao fruit from it.