Chapter 3 The Impermanence of the World
It was late at night, and even the stars in the sky had dimmed.
Xu Wu tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
His mind was full of thoughts.
Tonight is the sixth night I have met Ye Li, and after setting off, the two hardly have any communication.
Xu Wu had never met a child with a personality like Ye Li in the three years he had been wandering in the world.
Silent and preoccupied. Under pressure that doesn't belong to his age.
Whether or not his future path of cultivation will be smooth is still unknown.
However, the senior brother is not only very good at teaching apprentices, but also has a far better insight into the hearts of others than himself. With Senior Brother taking care of Ye Li, there must be nothing wrong.
It's just that I don't know how to face my senior brother when I go back this time.
Xu Wu smiled self-deprecatingly.
Memories of the past come to mind.
In the battle three years ago, although he survived by luck, he became a waste.
The spiritual powers of heaven and earth are no longer close to him, and he has forgotten how to manipulate them.
If that were the case, it would have been fine, but something more crucial had been lost in his mind.
He couldn't remember what it was like.
But he was sure that the thirty years they had lost were necessarily related to that image.
It was only a few days before he woke up again after that battle.
Xu Wu's residence used to be very popular, and the children and even elders of the sect often went here to exchange cultivation paths with him.
But when he woke up again, he was the only one left beside his senior brother Xu Xing.
The senior brother was at his bedside and told him everything that happened in this world.
All the mountain sects in the world, and all the disciples in the sects, have been sleeping for thirty years.
During these thirty years, the secular court went through two generations.
The sudden death of the previous emperor opened the curtain of troubled times.
In the troubled times, the land was full of hunger, and the corpses were strewn in the wilderness, and the world called this dark day a famine year.
In this era when the people were not able to make a living, Chen Lie, the son of the first emperor, rose from the troubled times, pacified the world, changed the name of the year to Qingyuan, and the world respected him as the Emperor Shenwu.
In this huge war, what made Emperor Shenwu invincible was his elite army.
Wherever the Shenwu Iron Cavalry went, the warlords of the troubled times were all frightened, and they might not be able to understand until they died, how could the gap in combat power between the two armies be so big as flesh and blood.
Even if it was the immortal on the mountain, I am afraid it would not be so strong.
This idea resurfaced more than a decade later.
In the 13th year of Qingyuan, when the children of each sect woke up from their silence and reopened their sects, there were already many ironclad warriors waiting outside.
Leading them is an unfathomable martial artist who has cultivated to the depths of the realm.
Samurai and warriors are not here to welcome their return, much less to worship them.
They came for conquest.
At this time, the major sects did not realize that the era had advanced for thirty years.
Naturally, they would not accept this unreasonable demand.
And so the battle broke out.
The ending is naturally predestined.
How can the mountain people who live in the mountains all the year round and enjoy the worship of the world defeat the warriors who have been tempered by blood for many years and completed their transformation?
Even if the elders took turns to fight, they still couldn't defeat those warriors.
The younger generation in the sect was completely suppressed by the samurai.
The first to be found were the eight most glorious sects.
Naturally, their resistance was also the strongest.
After this battle, they either lost the mainstay of the sect, or the younger generation was lost.
Among them, the Qingyang Sect was almost completely wiped out.
After that day, the rest of the sects in the world knew the horror of the imperial court.
changed his previous high-minded attitude, and was extremely respectful to the messengers who came.
Of course, there are some exceptions.
Xu Wu of the Void Xuan Sect is naturally one of the exceptions.
But the strength of the resistance was much smaller after all.
The imperial court had also set an example for the monkeys before. For these sects, it is also lenient.
Some sects also see it as an opportunity to become the new Eight Great Sects.
But what does it have to do with me? Xu Wu thought.
A few months after that duel, Xu Wu made the decision to leave the sect.
Xu Xing had kept him many times, but he couldn't change Xu Wu's mind after all.
With a helpless mood, Xu Xing saw off Xu Wu at the intersection of the mountain.
"Senior brother, if you change your mind at any time, we welcome you back." Although he had already known it in his heart, Xu Xing still opened his mouth again to keep Xu Wu.
"Senior brother, I don't need to say much, I'm just a useless waste person now, and I don't have the luxury of continuing to practice in the sect. What's more, most of the elders in the sect want the Void Xuan Sect to dissociate themselves from me. Xu Wu said lightly.
There was no joy or sorrow on his face, only a look of exhaustion.
Xu Xing was speechless for a while.
After all, the Void Xuan Sect could not completely transcend the world, and most of the people in the sect hoped that the Void Xuan Sect could take this opportunity to go further.
The best way to improve your status is naturally to have a good relationship with the current imperial court.
In this case, the only contradiction between Xuxuanzong and the imperial court, Xu Wu, naturally cannot be left.
Seeing that Xu Xing was not speaking, Xu Wu turned around and prepared to go down the mountain.
At this time, Xu Xing suddenly grabbed him.
Xu Wu looked a little puzzled.
I saw Xu Xing take out a gourd from his sleeve.
"Since you have stepped into the world, drinking is definitely indispensable, and this wine gourd can be regarded as a farewell gift from your senior brother, and you will use this wine gourd to fill wine in the future, and the journey will be much more comfortable."
The gourd is harvested from a gourd vine on the mountain. The gourd vine was planted by Xu Wu and Xu Xing's masters.
Thirty years have passed since it was planted.
The gourd has grown all over the mountains, but the man who planted the gourd is no longer there.
In terms of heritage, the sect on the mountain is far superior to the secular court.
Even if the immortal arts are outdated, the major sects will not be so vulnerable.
What determines the outcome is the showdown of top combat power.
But the powerhouse of the sect is no longer there.
In the 48th year of the Apocalypse, it was called the year of the Immortal Dao by the people on the mountain.
That year, the barriers of the Dao Extreme Realm were as fragile as papier-mâché
The powerful people in the earthly world all felt the call from heaven.
This is an opportunity to soar.
No one will pass up this opportunity.
For a time, the Pillars of Ascension shone on all the hills.
All sects raised their glasses in celebration.
But I never thought that although there are immortals in this world, there is no way.
That year was also the beginning of thirty years.
In the sixteenth year of Qingyuan, Xu Wu traveled to an unknown village.
It was noon, and he looked extremely tired when he set off in the morning.
"The wine gourd is empty again." Xu Wu sighed.
So he decided to go to the restaurant to get some wine.
Suddenly, day turned into night.
Of course, only for a moment.
This moment is enough.
The wine gourd fell to the ground, but Xu Wu didn't know it.
His heart was beating wildly.
He saw a sword light streak across the sky in the dark night.
The seal of memory has been lifted.
He knew it wasn't the picture in his head.
But they must have a connection.
He felt something calling to him.
Following his inner voice, he walked forward.
Then he saw a boy lying in the courtyard.