Volume 23, Chapter 15 [A Dream for a Thousand Years]

Thunder Son bent his back, coughed from time to time, and walked on the dirt road in the valley, which was an extremely remote valley, and there were about a hundred families and hundreds of people living in the valley.

These people are all mortals, and as for the cultivator, he is the only one. It's a pity that his cultivation is only in the foundation realm at the moment, and his cultivation has been regressing for hundreds of years, until now.

"Grandpa is ......"

"Grandpa, does it have anything to eat?"

"Grandpa!"

When the milky boys and girls saw him, they liked to lean over and look at him, hoping to get a piece of candy or a fruit from him.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the heads of these children about six or seven years old one by one, and each time he passed by, there was a sigh in his heart.

However, he smiled on the surface, took out various candy sweethearts from the storage bag, and distributed them to each child, and the children happily ate the delicious food and dispersed.

The adult men and women around him, young and old, saluted him respectfully, even the gray-haired old man still called him grandpa like a child.

These mortals know that he is not an ordinary person, he was first called the old immortal, and later changed to the village chief, this place is called "Yuantian Village", it is the mortals who have been rescued from the outside by Lei Tingzi for hundreds of years to gather into this tribal-like village, in order to commemorate the former Yuantian Sect in his heart, he has that name.

"Ugh...... After all, these children still don't have the qualifications to cultivate immortals, even if they are tested for spiritual energy, they can't be found, it seems that with the deterioration of the world, there can no longer be immortal cultivators among mortals, and the inheritance of the Source Heaven Sect may be cut off in my hands." Thunder walked to the river not far from the village and glanced at his reflection on the water.

This shadow is so strange, an old man with gray temples, wrinkled forehead and face, and dark skin is now himself.

The women who used to be in the wind and were remembered by many female cultivators, and even cried secretly on his wedding night and crushed their silver teeth, have become a thing of the past, and the thunderbolt is gone, and it is just a wisp of his remnant soul in front of him.

The people passing by in the village did not dare to come forward to disturb him, they knew the temper of the village chief, especially when he stopped by the river and immersed himself in his own world, at this time, if the village chief was disturbed, he would be very unhappy, and once the village chief was unhappy, thunderclouds would appear over the whole village, and it would become lightning and thunder, which was frightening.

As a result, some parents saw that their children wanted to continue to beg for food from the village chief, and immediately took them away, while the others quietly walked by with their mouths covered, not daring to make a sound to disturb. Even cattle such as cows, horses, chickens and ducks were tied to their mouths by the villagers.

After about an hour, Lei Tingzi came out of his memories, looked around, and found that the people in the village were looking at him cautiously, so he had to show a helpless expression.

He shook his head towards the path up the mountain, coughed while climbing the steps, and gradually disappeared from the vision of the villagers, and suddenly the feeling of not daring to come out of the atmosphere quickly disappeared, the oppression that the village chief sometimes brought to them was too strong, and the old fairy was the old fairy.

There is a slope on the mountain, one end is extremely protruding, extending into the air, like a castle in the sky.

It stands to reason that this kind of landform cannot last long, and once it is soaked in too much rain, it will collapse, but it is amazing that this slope has been unscathed for decades, and the villagers are a wonder.

However, there are a few graves buried here, which seem to be the best friends of the old gods, and the graves of the villagers are all around or near the slopes, and they all want to get some blessings from the ancestors of the old gods.

Lei Tingzi walked slowly across the slope, every step was very steady, and no mortals here could see that the spells and formations that he had applied to strengthen would always exist as long as they did not encounter the action of the Avatar Monk.

"Master...... Shi Niang...... Sister Hong...... Sister Xue...... Brother...... Masters...... I've come to see you." Thunder Zi casually released a soundproof barrier, which landed on the slope, and suddenly sobbed softly, and the old tears were all over the place.

If it was in the past, Lei Tingzi would cry because of sadness, it was unimaginable, but since he was declining and gradually aging, watching the people around him leave him one after another, that kind of sadness

The feeling of coldness is incomprehensible. He is not a sentimental person, but he is also a man of flesh and blood, and his Heavenly Dao body has long since turned into a mortal body, and that thunderbolt is dead.

From the left, there are the tombstones of Wang Rui, Ha Na, Crimson, Shenxue, Land Rover, Tong Cheng, Tong Ling, and Lei Minghe, all of whom are his closest people in the world.

Wang Rui didn't come back with Shenxue in the end, maybe he had already fallen in the Nine Nether Realm. Shi Niang was seriously injured in the escape from the siege, and it was always difficult to recover, and she became ill with worries, so she died of depression.

Killed in the Crimson Breakout, the head brother Land Rover and others died in battle, the people of the Yuantian Sect died one after another, some people also kept falling behind and leaving, and some chose to betray and take refuge in the Sea Clan and the Ten Thousand Immortals League, most of these people were killed by Thunder, but so what, in order to survive, there will always be people who will choose to betray.

The disheartened Lei Tingzi took the remains of everyone except Wang Rui and Shenxue, all the way to find a place to live in seclusion, although most of the East Xuanzhou was flooded, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance controlled most of the remains, but there are always some places that can still accommodate Lei Tingzi and these mortals.

"Master, you are all under the Nine Springs, the apprentice will come back to you soon, in the past hundred years, the apprentice has had a hard time, and he wants to kill himself more than once, but I always want to be able to restore the Origin Heavenly Sect, and try to find someone with spiritual roots, but it's a pity...... The Sea Clan has almost destroyed Dongxuanzhou, and even the aura is gradually cut off, and there are almost no more mortals who have the qualifications to cultivate immortals, so they can only survive in this troubled world and be a mortal who lives and dies." Lei Tingzi knelt in front of Wang Rui, he was full of hope to see his return more than once, he believed that as long as the master could come back, he would definitely be able to save Dongxuanzhou and save the Qinglan Realm again, but it was a pity that ......

By the time Lei Tingzi came down from the mountain, the time of the day had basically passed, and the village was full of cooking smoke, and the windowsills lit by every house had the laughter of parents and children, and the aroma of mortal food.

With a reminiscent look in his eyes, Lei Tingzi walked all the way back to his room, looking at every lit windowsill all the way.

What these mortals are pursuing is nothing more than decades of happiness and bloodline inheritance, which is insignificant compared to the monk's pursuit of the path of eternal life, but at this moment, Lei Tingzi feels that he seems to be inferior to them.

Although his current situation is very bad, he can easily live for another hundred years, but he is only one person.

Although you can face your pain alone, when you have happiness, you find that you have no one to share, which is the most painful.

With a long sigh, Lei Tingzi was no longer in the mood to pay attention to these happy mortal homes, but closed the doors and windows, opened the formation, and let himself be peaceful.

After spending most of the night, he found that his cultivation was regressing again, and if he continued like this, Lei Tingzi suspected that he would transform into a mortal in a few years at most, and in the next hundred years, he might only have to continue to survive until he turned into a pile of mortal bones.

Get up, remove the formation, and push open the window, the sky is already a little cloudy at this time, and a new day is coming again, but in the eyes of Lei Tingzi, there is no meaning.

When the insects were singing and the birds were quiet, Lei Tingzi suddenly saw a light across the sky that still had stars left, and then fell on the hillside, blooming a large piece of brilliance, and Lei Tingzi suddenly nervously pushed open the door and walked out.

Although he only has foundation building cultivation now, even if he cultivates qi, even if he is facing a Mahayana monk, he will use this life to fight with the other party, because his relatives are buried on the hillside, and without their tombstones to accompany him, Lei Tingzi doesn't even want to live for a moment.

The light quickly faded, and the thunderbolt unfolded his body and rushed forward, the speed was amazing, at this moment, if he was seen by the villagers, he would definitely call the old fairy again.

Lei Tingzi didn't notice anything abnormal, but he could vaguely feel that there was a strange and familiar aura on that hillside, which made his heart beat.

"Who could it be? Is it his old enemy?" Thunder Zi slowly approached, and there was an extra thunder magic weapon in his hand, and the regression of cultivation made him have to use spirit treasures and magic weapons, and at the moment, he could only drive the magic weapons that the foundation building monks could control, so that he could still have the power to fight.

Getting closer and closer, the other party seems to have already discovered himself, but he doesn't care, and Lei Tingzi found that the other party's attention seems

fell on the tombstones of those loved ones, and ...... Stayed there.

There was a fog ahead, some of which was supposed to come from the valley, and every dawn and early morning, the fog would rise.

The other part is relatively rare, and seems to contain a stronger aura, which is very precious nowadays.

"Who is it?" Lei Tingzi asked in a deep voice, at this moment, his decaying image also became tougher, his back was much straighter, a trace of thunder power was born around his body, and blue sparks jumped around, from the perspective of mortals, it was quite amazing.

"Huh?" The man let out a startled sound, and then slowly walked out of the thick aura white mist, and his figure became clearer and clearer.

Lei Tingzi didn't know why, looking at this figure, he felt more and more familiar, and there was a strong emotion surging in his heart, as if he had seen his parents who had passed away in a dream, tears overflowed uncontrollably, the whole person was trembling, and a grievance drowned his heart, and he couldn't even detect the magic weapon in his hand falling to the ground.

Finally, the figure walked out of the white mist and appeared in front of Thunder Zi.

Slender silver hair, tied together at the ends, hanging down behind his head, wearing a dark gold silk brocade robe, set off his heroism. Although the face is slightly flat, it is calm and calm, giving people a feeling of infinite peace of mind.

His face has not changed, but his eyes have a slight touch of vicissitudes, and when he saw Thunder Zi at this moment, he was also trembling.

"Disciple, is that you?" The man held out his hand to him and asked.

Thunder Zi couldn't bear it any longer, staggered to his side, knelt down, grabbed his legs, and shouted with almost all his strength, "Master!"

At this moment, Lei Tingzi felt that he had waited too long, like a dream, he had been doing it for thousands of years, and if it was still a dream now, he hoped that he would never wake up.