Chapter 746 Simi (3)

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A few days later, when the monk set off westward, the girl shouted at him from the city gate, "If Big Brother Dongjun has another life, will you marry me?" The monk did not turn back, he did not dare to turn back, he was afraid that once he turned back, his determination to go west would be shaken. He needed to be resolute enough to go to the hundred thousand mountains of the demon race to be a girl, to obtain the blood essence of the Demon Lord for the entire Darchu Imperial Clan, and to ask a proverb about the rise and fall of all the people in the world.

However, the monk who was determined to leave did not expect that this farewell would be a farewell to the two of them.

The road to the west was said to be a long mountain path, but in fact, for a monk whose cultivation had already reached the peak of the world, such a distance was not too far.

He knew very well that the greatest danger on the westward path was the hundred thousand mountains and the unknown Kunlun Immortal Palace.

The monk was fully prepared for this.

However, when he passed through Liang Zhou, Qing Zhou, and the mountains across the border of Qing Zhou, and finally arrived at the location of the hundred thousand mountains recorded in countless ancient books, the monk was deeply shocked.

There was nothing there. There were no demon races or demon monarchs that he wanted to see. He had not even seen the so-called 100,000 mountains. There was only an endless, yet incomparably deep, void.

At that time, the monk was not even thirty years old, but he was extremely experienced. In addition, he had flipped through almost all the books in the Dragon Hidden Temple. He knew hundreds of times more than most people in this world, but even so, he was still unable to explain where the situation in front of him came from.

Even the monks at that time couldn't imagine that the entire 100,000 great mountains had been moved away by someone using a great divine ability. He couldn't find the Demon Lord's blood essence he wanted, so he could only continue forward to the Kunlun Immortal Mountain in the extreme west. If there really was an Immortal Palace there, the monk thought that they would give him an answer.

Therefore, he continued westward and finally arrived at Kunlun after passing through the boundless void with great difficulty. However, apart from the heavy snow that covered the sky, there was nothing else there. He similarly climbed up Kunlun with great difficulty. There, he did not see the legendary Kunlun Immortal Palace, but he caught a glimpse of the shattering Heavenly Pillars and the rows of long-decaying corpses sitting beneath the Heavenly Pillars. The monk did not understand what the scene in front of him meant. This was too different from the records in the world. It was even difficult for the monk to find any connection with those records from such a scene.

He carefully looked at the corpses, wanting to identify them, but the rotting corpses didn't give the monk much of an answer. However, the monk still thought of something. This Kunlun Immortal Mountain was different from any other place. To reach this place, one needed to cross the boundless void and climb up this mountain filled with the pressure of heaven and earth. To reach this place without an Immortal Realm cultivation was akin to a fantasy. In other words, the rows of corpses that were standing in front of him at this moment should all be Immortal-level experts.

This caused the monk's undead to appear.

Legend has it that the immortal palaces on Mount Kunlun would choose powerful immortals from the mortal world every once in a while and become part of the Kunlun Immortal Palace, ruling this world together with the True Immortals in the sky. This was undoubtedly the common aspiration of all the immortals in the world, and the corpses beside the heavenly pillars were most likely the immortals who had been chosen to come to Kunlun. However, why didn't they become the legendary supreme beings that could pasture the creatures of the world? Instead, they turned into corpses that had lost their vitality. They didn't know yet, but they could vaguely smell some conspiracies from them.

The monk left Kunlun in a daze.

He did not find the answer he wanted, nor did he find the Demon Monarch's blood essence that the Darchu Imperial Clan needed. Everything was different from what he had imagined, He began to cross the boundless void when he arrived again. No matter what, he still had to return to Da Chu. Even if he could not stop the Da Chu Dynasty from collapsing under the will of the nether heavens, he might be able to do his best to protect the Da Chu clan as much as possible. Of course, he also wanted to see the girl who didn't have much time left.

However, this time, as he crossed the boundless void, he encountered something different.

The so-called void was a world outside the world. There was no heaven and earth, nor was there any creature there. In the few records left about the void in this world, most of them described it as an extremely dangerous place that possessed the power to devour everything. Even a monk with an immortal body wouldn't dare to be careless under such a notorious void. He crossed the sky and when he arrived at the center of the void, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Save me."

"Save me."

"Save me..."

The voice was hoarse, deep, and dispirited.

The monk was unable to determine whether the voice was an illusion or something real. He subconsciously stopped and looked at the void beneath his feet, but the boundless darkness made it impossible for him to see it clearly. He realized that something in the void was calling him, but the void was a place filled with unknowns for creatures in this world. Even the monk who was the presiding officer of the Dragon Hidden Temple and was universally acknowledged as a Saint Monk felt an invisible fear surround him at that time.

He subconsciously wanted to escape from this place, but the faster he left, the more frequently that voice rang in his ears.

The voice seemed to carry some strange magic power that could pierce through the monk's body and reach his soul.

He continuously rang out, causing the monk's mind to shake. The monk realized how strange this thing was. He immediately used his own strength to seal his five senses, wanting to get rid of the entanglement of the voice. However, this method did not achieve any results. The voice continued to resound, repeating itself in his mind again and again.

Tyrant's temperament was indeed strong, However, after seeing the hundred thousand empty mountains and the wild corpses of Kunlun, his faith was shaken. At this moment, under the bewitching of the strange voice, his mind finally revealed a flaw. And it was this flaw that caused his mind to lose control and be found flawed by the voice in the void.

"Save me."

"Save me!!!"

The voice suddenly grew louder in the monk's mind. At that moment, a trace of confusion appeared in the monk's eyes.

"Who are you?" He murmured.

The moment this question was spoken, a loud rumble echoed in the monk's mind.

After a moment of whirlpool, fragmented images began to appear in the monk's mind.

He saw a Taoist priest and an extremely beautiful woman holding a baby in their arms, their faces carrying happy and satisfied smiles.

However, such a beautiful scene passed in a flash. The sky suddenly erupted with lightning. The densely packed immortals stood on the clouds. A great calamity was imminent. The woman's body was reduced to ashes amidst the countless lightning bolts. The Taoist knelt on the ground with numerous wounds. At that time, the infant that was still crying in its infancy was abducted by the immortals and brought to the clouds.

Then he heard deep voices whispering in his ears about how to drive the world into chaos and how to plunge the world into endless abyss. Then, in the boundless darkness, pairs of eyes looked at him, or rather at the infant. Pairs of hands stretched out towards him, drowning the infant's tiny body. Endless tearing pain came from his limbs and bones. His spirit and flesh were cut apart, and the infant's lifeless body was put into the depths of the world. And how did that roaring, howling, and mournful soul end up being banished to the boundless void?

It was a long time. The soul wandered aimlessly in the void. The terrifying darkness in the void tried to devour the soul again and again. Fear and anger lingered in the depths of the soul. He repelled the void again and again, but the void would always return soon. As a result, the soul was torn apart and transformed into fragments that floated in the void. However, the depths of each soul fragment were filled with boundless anger and determination for revenge. After countless years, one of them felt a call from his homeland. He began to work hard to surge in the direction of the call.

It was a difficult but slow process. During this process, the soul fragment dodged the devouring of the void time and time again. It finally reached the edge of the world when it was exhausted. It waited bitterly at the boundary between the world and the void. It was like the child who had been away from home for a long time had finally found his home, but was unable to knock on the lintel of the door.

Although these images were too fragmented for him to clear and know what had happened, the monk could clearly feel how desperate the soul fragment was. Only when the monk regained his senses from this illusion did he realize that his face was already covered in tears. He was no longer in the same position he was in when he fell into the illusion, but had somehow reached the depths of the void and touched the edge of the world.

The revived monk felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't dare to stay here for long. He hurriedly circulated all the energy in his body to escape from this place. Surprisingly, the voice that had been bewitching him before didn't pester the monk since then.

...

After crossing the void in fear, the monk finally stepped onto the land of the human race.

At that time, he couldn't help but have the illusion that he had survived a calamity or seemed to have lived another life, and this feeling became even more intense after he entered the first small town on the border of the Azure Province.

He clearly remembered that it was spring in March when he left Chang'an, and it should have taken him less than four months to go back and forth, but in fact, when he stepped into the town, he was greeted by an exceptionally cold snowstorm.

Tyrant was very familiar with the climate of the various prefectures and counties of Da Chu. In the case of Qing Prefecture, such a big snowstorm would usually only be possible after November. Could it be that the calamity that devoured Da Chu's dragon qi had intensified in the past few months to the point that it was snowing in June? Or perhaps he had been immersed in that strange illusion for so long that he hadn't noticed it even after a few months.

With such doubts, the monk immediately found a passer-by to inquire about the situation, and the answer to this question caused the monk to fall into an uncontrollable shock.

After hearing this question, the passer-by looked at the monk strangely. After all, a normal person could only ask for an hour. How could one not distinguish the age? However, the passer-by answered the question truthfully: Big Wednesday, October.

Great Zhou?

What is it? Tyrant had never heard of such a year title before, and when he mentioned Da Chu, the passerby's expression changed drastically as he ran away. He could be said to be very secretive about this. Tyrant's heart became even more strange. Only then did he learn that Da Chu had already perished five years ago. The formerly powerful Yuwen Clan occupied the six continents of the Central Plains and established the Zhou Dynasty, while the Chen Clan seized the four continents and took the surname as their national pride. Meanwhile, the eight continents in the northwest were still in chaos, and the Saint Monk clansmen who had yet to return from Long Yin Temple were powerful competitors for the eight continents.

Tyrant calculated carefully. It turned out that five years had passed since he left Chang'an, The monk who knew this immediately panicked. He inquired about the current situation of the Fang Clan's survivors. Although most people kept quiet about this matter, he still heard a few days later that there seemed to be a remnant of the Fang Clan at the border between Qing Zhou and Liang Zhou being surrounded by Da Chu's officers. The leader of the remnants seemed to be a princess from the previous dynasty.

Inevitably, after hearing this news. The monk immediately remembered that the girl in Chang'an City who shouted "If there is another life" was there. At that moment, his calm heart seemed to ripple, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge wave.

Buddhist light surged around him, and for the first time, killing intent appeared on the monk's face. He flew towards that place with astonishing speed.

How could he not be anxious?

He originally thought that the departure was just a small pain in his life, but who would have thought that this parting would have missed so many people's lives and betrayed so many promises?

He didn't want to miss it again, so this time he raised his strength to the limit...

But when he went there, he saw the soldiers holding the flag of Zhou tightly surrounding the small mountain. They looked at the mountain as if they were watching a monkey show. There, a group of ragged armored soldiers surrounded a cold corpse like a wild beast, constantly shrugging their bodies.

The monk recognized the body...

His eyes turned blood red in that instant.

Revenge!

A terrifying voice rang out in the monk's mind. Then, he was controlled by the voice and lost consciousness. He heard the wailing in the sky and saw countless bloody lights shining and extinguishing. When everything returned to calm, he was already standing on the Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood. He knelt there with the girl's ravaged corpse in his arms. His eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.

At this moment, a baby's cry suddenly sounded in the grass of the hill, and the monk woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He turned his head to look there numbly. He saw a baby crying in the depths of your grass. He was suddenly stunned and recognized the baby. It should be the girl or the child of her smart brother. Perhaps she had anticipated her own situation before, so she hid the baby in that hidden place. A glimmer of hope reignited in the empty eyes of the monk. He temporarily handed out the girl's corpse and walked to the side of the baby. He picked her up and a letter written in blood fell out of the baby's embrace.

The letter did not mention the birth of the baby, but only hoped that someone would bring it up. He could recognize the handwriting of a girl from the delicate handwriting. He did not dwell on whose child the child was. He only knew that it was the girl's only wish before she died. It was the first thought that surged into the monk's mind to fulfill his last wish, but he soon realized that this matter was not easy.

The curse of the Fang Clan had already appeared on this young child. The violent demonic energy within her body was destroying the child's vitality. Perhaps within a few days, the baby would die under the brutal attack of that demonic energy, and he had no choice but to do anything about it.

Hope rose and fell again, and the difference drove the monk almost crazy, and it was at that moment that the voice sounded in his ear again, saying, "I can help you."

Tyrant couldn't help but be stunned. He felt that this voice was somewhat familiar. It was precisely this voice that had caused him to sink into the void for several years.

...

In the west of the Azure Province, on the top of the tallest mountain of a hundred thousand mountains.

Nineteen's eyes widened as he looked at Guang Lingui sitting cross-legged in front of him. He urged anxiously, "Then what?"

Guang Lingui smiled and looked at Nineteen. He was about to say something, but his expression suddenly changed. He suddenly stood up and looked around. Beside him were figures with their eyes tightly shut. Some of them were beautiful women in red, some were middle-aged men with white eyebrows and black hair, and some were teenagers in purple robes. As Guang Lingui stood up, the golden figures floating in the air suddenly opened their eyes one after another.