Lu Caiwei left.

The West Sea returned to its original calm.

Shen Yu did not leave, but stayed in a house on the shore, and the original owner may have left because he realized the danger.

This small courtyard is very clean, and a few peach trees are scattered in the corner.

In the early morning, the sun rises, and the peach leaves divide the sunlight into many large and small light spots, and the whole yard looks very peaceful.

This place is indeed a good place to wait for people.

With the Nine Yin Great Array being broken, the originally dark and cold courtyard was completely alive.

The Qingxuan Sword was stuck diagonally on the ground.

Shen Yu had been looking at this sword for a long time at this time, and he was silent for a long time.

'Immortals' outside the world.

This conclusion may be the most perfect answer for Shen Yu.

His search over the years, if explained by 'immortal', many places can make sense.

If Taixuan had known about the existence of this 'immortal' three thousand years ago, perhaps he would not have chosen to ascend, but would have had another choice.

And Rahu, the nameless old man, they didn't choose to break the boundary, but chose to merge with this world, and that 'immortal' would not do anything to them.

An existence beyond this world, even in the face of a cultivator as powerful as the Dao Ancestor and the Buddha, there is no movement.

Then how high will their realm be?

Shen Yu frowned slightly.

But why do these 'immortals' want to kill all the Spirit Desolation powerhouses who try to ascend?

Shen Yu thought about it for a long time, including Taixuan's memory, but there was no answer to this matter.

Many times, he even wondered if the so-called 'immortals' existed.

And all this was done by the patriarchs of the three religions.

Because the aura of the spiritual desolation is dissipating, powerful beings like them will also face the dilemma of regression in cultivation.

Trying to stop this from happening.

Either leave the spiritual wilderness.

Either like the Demon Dao cultivators, kill all the strong people in the world, so as to slow down the dissipation of the aura of heaven and earth.

No one can do the former.

And the latter, three thousand years ago, and even earlier, the rain of blood, was already able to explain.

Heavenly Dao, or the patriarchs of the three sects are doing this.

The human heart has no end.

After practicing, the long life suddenly became numbered one day, and how could they accept it as calmly as mortals?

More and more mysteries have obscured the originally clear context.

Originally, Shen Yu wanted to come and retrieve the Qingxuan Sword, so that he would be able to know his origin.

But until now, there is still no answer to the remaining sword body.

Shen Yu could still find Taixuan's shadow from the long river of time, and then use his sword intent to kill many powerful cultivators in this world.

But this does not solve Shen Yu's doubts.

And the dissipation of the sword spirit, even if there is Zhang Xujing's sword intent, it only makes the sword body slightly repaired.

It doesn't have half an effect with the sword spirit.

The spirit desolation is too big, and there are many places where the sword spirit of a fairy sword can hide.

After that battle three thousand years ago, Shen Yu didn't think that Qing Xuan would be able to survive the attack of those three spirit treasures.

The dappled sunlight passed through the peach leaves, reflecting some subtle points of light in the Qingxuan Sword, like a dream, but Shen Yu couldn't see any of his agility.

Shen Yu's mood was calm.

After searching for so many years, some things are clear to him, and the rest, as long as there is enough time, will not go unanswered forever.

Shen Yu slowly stretched out his right hand, and those points of light left the sword body and swam in the sky.

A breeze blew, and his green shirt fluttered.

The Qingxuan Sword emitted bursts of pale cyan aura.

Each halo seems to contain different sword intents, but these sword intents are illusory, and when the halo is broken, they disappear without a trace.

It's just that to Shen Yu, these sword intents are just a lot of random understandings that he had before.

Dao, sword.

Originally, there were two very different cultivation paths in the spiritual wilderness.

Tai Xuan comprehended the sword from the Dao and took both kinds of cultivation to the extreme.

In this life, Shen Yu came to the Dao Sect, even if for some reason, he became a disciple of that Dao Yan Zhenren, but Shen Yu had never learned any Dao Yan Dao Method.

Because this is the exercise that Taixuan taught Zhang Xujing three thousand years ago.

In Shen Yu's opinion, any of the Dao Sect's exercises were just a re-reading of the path he had taken before.

Even if the current realm is too low, for him, it is the method of the younger disciples.

Shen Yu quietly looked at Qing Xuan in front of him.

No one could understand what he was doing, if many people knew Shen Yu's origins, they would definitely call him an old monster who had lived for thousands of years, and even those close to him would subconsciously respect him as a junior disciple.

With 3,000 years of memory, this is an extremely terrifying thing.

That represents the firmness of the Dao heart, which has been tempered by countless things.

Shen Yu will never have the vigor of the younger generation, like Li Yi who fights all day long, like Wan Jianyi who subdues demons everywhere to eliminate demons, or who practices step by step like the younger generation of the Taoist Sect.

His body was only in his early twenties, but the age in his heart had already surpassed that of everyone in the entire Spirit Desolation.

It's a very lonely feeling.

Many great things in the world, in Shen Yu's eyes, are just things as big as a grain of rice.

The exercises, magic weapons, and elixirs that the younger generation had obtained through a lot of hardships were just ordinary things that Shen Yu disdained thousands of years ago.

It's like the Qingxuan Sword in front of you.

If it is placed in Sword Immortal City, even a holy place like Dao Sect will become a spiritual weapon that everyone desperately wants to get.

Between heaven and earth, there is an inexplicable loneliness.

Even those peach leaves bathed in the early morning sun seem to be infected by this emotion.

The Qingxuan Sword exuded a vigorous aura of heaven and earth on its own, echoing with the figure of the green shirt.

One man, one sword.

Independent of heaven and earth.

Shen Yu's cultivation is different from ordinary people, those confused barriers, the realm of cultivation does not exist for him.

Therefore, he never comprehended the realm and went to retreat and cultivate like others.

As he said before, eating is a practice, sleeping is a practice, and even thinking about certain things like today is also a practice.

Shen Yu's cultivation is a process of accumulating aura.

He only needed to re-accumulate those huge heaven and earth spiritual qi in his previous life until the heart lake was filled.

That can naturally break the realm.

Qing Xuanjian also seemed to be able to sense this.

Therefore, the pale cyan light on the sword body became more and more intense, and drops of crystal water began to condense at the position of the sword tip.

Reiki beads.

Shen Yu's perception was drawn by the Qingxuan Sword in an instant.

It was like he had gone back to three thousand years ago, when he and Qing Xuanjian met for the first time.

in the compound.

There were many transparent long swords suspended outside Shen Yu's body, each of which was similar to the Qingxuan Sword.

These long swords were motionless, but they began to become infinitely long, and the direction of the long sword array was an eternal void.

Three thousand years ago, Taixuan was born.

The Qingxuan Sword is proud of the sky.

The two met in the eternal starry sky, and then Taixuan used his body to conquer the sword and subdued the Qingxuan sword.

In the countless years that followed, one man and one sword killed all the Buddhas in Lingshan.

also beheaded the demon emperor's ambition to enter the Middle Continent.

Also, trapped that Demon Ancestor Luo Hou in Wanliu City.

But in the end, when he was fighting with heaven and earth, and when he was broken and soaring, he was suppressed by the 'immortals'.

Tai Xuan is dead.

The Qingxuan Sword shattered.

Shen Yu sensed the years of three thousand years ago, and then slowly raised his head.

He looked at the peach leaves in front of him and muttered to himself in a sad voice that had spanned thousands of years.

"Where is my heart at peace?"

…

After all, cultivation is the process of cultivating the mind, in addition to the exploration of the mysteries of the body, there is also the continuous search for heaven and earth, and when it comes to the upper three realms like Shen Yu, it is more about cultivating the mind.

Cultivate your heart.

Those so-called cultivation exercises, Taoist decisions, are more often just proposing a certain method.

Just like the meridian route of the countless heaven and earth aura around the body, as long as it is done step by step, it can be crossed to the next stage over time.

But when they reach the Upper Three Realms, many people spend their whole lives comprehending their true minds.

Heavenly heart, even my heart.

The locked door of the heart, some people rely on external forces, and some people rely on themselves.

But in the end, it's all about pushing that door open.

And Shen Yu's heart is certain.

Between him and Taixuan, between him and Qingxuan.

There are too many uncertainties.

Even Shen Yu sometimes thinks that he is just an illusion created by Taixuan, a clone of another Great Dao or something like that.

When he reaches the pinnacle of this world in his cultivation, Taixuan will appear.

Then take all of Shen Yu's things away.

In other words, he is a Qingxuan Sword Spirit, and when he grows to a certain stage, he will be erased from all consciousness and become the Sword Spirit of this Immortal Sword again.

Therefore, Shen Yu has been looking for his destiny.

But fate is always unpredictable.

Shen Yu exhaled deeply, his gaze changing from loneliness to calm again.

He slowly put away the Qingxuan Sword and placed it in a package.

The sword intent that permeated the heavens and the earth dissipated instantly.

The hair that had been fluttering on Shen Yu's sideburns began to fall, but at this moment.

The peach trees, which had already been grateful, began to exude bursts of floral fragrance.

The aura of heaven and earth began to flow.

Thinking of heaven and earth.

On the shore of the West Sea, there are peach trees blooming.

On this day, Shen Yu watched the sword and realized the Tao.

No one knew what kind of path he realized, and no one saw his heart.

Three days later.

There was a majestic aura coming from Xiguan.

Shen Yu slowly opened his eyes, looked at the elegant man in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and said with a smile: "Master Yan, don't come to harm." ”

The middle-aged scholar known as Master Yan laughed, pointed to the sky, and said, "Lingyun is the first on the list, I'm afraid that I am the first to know in this world." ”

Shen Yu smiled but did not speak.

Yan Shigu stood indifferently in the courtyard.

The eyes of the two fell on the peach tree in unison.