Ling Ning opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground. It was already dusk, and the clouds in the sky were turning orange-red as if burned by flames. The setting sun reflected on his face, which made him feel unreal, but

The earthy smell of the grass brought him back to reality.

He sat up and looked around. This was the entrance to the Grand Canyon. There were densely packed people lying around. Everything seemed to be back to before everyone was swallowed by the thick fog.

Qian Meier's beautiful figure was beside him, and he rushed over to check her condition. He was relieved when he found that there were no wounds on her body, her breathing was steady, and she was just unconscious.

Then he checked Fan Ji who was lying not far away. She was breathing steadily but was unconscious. As for the other people around, some had died, as if they were asleep and had no wounds on their bodies. Fortunately, most of them were alive.

He survived, but remained in a coma.

He sighed, carried Qian and Huan on his shoulders and walked towards the depths of the Grand Canyon. He didn't know when these Shangqing Sect disciples would wake up, so he had better leave before they woke up.

Ruoxue's delicate body was vaguely visible in the crowd. He hesitated for a moment but did not step forward. He knew in his heart that the other party would be fine. Looking at the Seventh Son of Shangqing, Zhong Kun, Qi Huan and other Shangqing sect members on the ground, he

He could have killed them on the spot, but he still didn't do that. If he wanted to fight in an upright manner, he didn't bother to use this method. Besides, for Ruoxue's sake, he couldn't do it.

He carried the two women through the Grand Canyon, and the sky had completely darkened. He found a cave and placed the two women. He lit a bonfire and found that the two women showed no sign of being awake, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

"You don't have to worry about them. They just have too much yin energy in their bodies. When the sun comes out tomorrow, they will wake up naturally after absorbing the yang energy."

Ling Ning was slightly startled when she saw the palace master's small figure floating in the air. She was looking at the stars and the bright moon in the sky.

"I'm relying on you again this time, thank you very much."

The palace owner shook his head: "You don't have to thank me, I'm just helping myself."

Although Ling Ning didn't understand why she said that, he was in no mood to ask. He leaned against the stone wall and looked up at the stars, "Who is that guy named Tu Bo? What did you do to him?"

"Tu Bo is the underground netherworld - the master of Youdu. In the mortal world, he is called the Ghost Emperor and is the god in charge of death. What we see is just a small clone of him, and I will not tell you.

He just refined his domain."

"What does domain mean? I remember that you seemed to use 'Kidō·Eleven·Deprivation'. What kind of spell is that?"

"The so-called domain is the space created by the practitioner himself. In the domain, he can operate everything, and his own magic power will be greatly improved. It can be said to be an invincible existence. In fact, I am not an opponent in his domain, so I

Only then would they make a bet with him and find out his name. As for "Ghost Road·Eleven·Deprivation", it's easy to understand. It means that if Tubo's own name is stripped away and replaced with another name, he himself will also change into that name.

In its proper state, like a mouse... depriving him of his name means depriving him of his control over the domain, so I can easily use it for my own purposes, it's that simple."

Ling Ning nodded silently. Although what the palace master said was an understatement, he knew that those were unnatural methods that ordinary monks could not even think of. He didn't know how many monks would never see him in his life. He could see it.

Sansheng is lucky.

"What about the Haechi? Do you know it?"

"I don't know..." The palace master shook his head, "That little beast is just a small clone of Haechi, but it does feel a bit familiar, but I can't remember it anymore."

"Maybe it's a good thing not to remember anything. By the way, how does it feel to use my body?"

"Yeah, not bad."

"fine?"

"Um."

"Perhaps I can lend it to you next time." Ling Ning pretended to be relaxed, and at the same time turned his gaze to the palace master.

The palace owner was silent for a moment, then looked at him and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will seize your body?"

Ling Ning looked at her without hesitation, "Then can you?"

The palace owner smiled, "Of course I will."

Ling Ning wasn't sure how much gold there was in these three words, but she still smiled and pretended to be indifferent, "It's up to you, but I won't give up my body so easily!

"

The palace owner chuckled lightly and looked away. She took one last look at the starry sky and whispered: "I may have to sleep for a while. You... you should be careful."

Ling Ning nodded, and when he saw her figure disappearing into thin air, a faint feeling of reluctance suddenly surged in his heart.

He stared blankly at the starry sky. To be honest, he was not in a good mood. Whenever it was quiet at night, he would think of his father Ling Yuan. This was an unavoidable thought. What does death mean? For Ling Ning

It was an eternal separation of never seeing each other again. He had wandered on the edge of life and death several times, but he was not afraid. What he was afraid of was that the important people around him would die in front of him. He no longer wanted to experience that kind of despair again.

, that kind of suffocating sadness and pain, but he also knew that these were inevitable on the road of cultivating immortality.

Without the help of the Palace Master, he might have turned into a pile of withered bones and a puddle of mud. In the end, he is still nothing...

He sighed slightly, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes, a winding and steep mountain road appeared in front of him. It was surrounded by white clouds and mist, and there were narrow stone steps that could only allow one person to pass. The stone steps were covered with moss and weeds.

, it seems that no one has passed through for a long time.

Ling Ning suddenly felt a little dazed. He didn't know why he was here, let alone where it was, but his body unconsciously climbed up the stone steps. After a while, he reached the top of the mountain.

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The view from the top of the peak suddenly opened up. It was not as cold as imagined, but lush and lush with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. The vast sea of ​​clouds stretched as far as the eye could see. The most surprising thing was that the sea of ​​clouds was covered with countless "ponds" of various sizes that stretched to the sky.

.Most of these ponds that are close to each other are crystal clear. You can see the mountains, buildings, and scenery below through the bottom of the pond. There are even fish as transparent as water droplets swimming freely in the pond. In the sun, they refract colorful light, like

As bright and moving as a diamond.

Most of the ponds farther away have turned dark gray or black, like a dirty ditch exuding an ominous atmosphere. There are also many ponds that are half clean and half dirty, and even the fish have become dull and no longer wander around.

The tree stood motionless in the water.

He didn't know what these ponds represented. Pulled by his heart, he walked forward again. He followed the dirt path through the flowers and came to a green brick house. A familiar feeling arose spontaneously. He suddenly felt

An uncontrollable heartbeat surged, and he couldn't help but quickly stepped forward and opened the door. He saw an old man with a wrinkled face and silver hair sitting cross-legged on the futon. He was dressed in gray cloth and blue shirt and looked like he was over a hundred years old.

He is years old, but his body is upright, and an aura of immortality and immortality is blowing towards his face.

When the old man saw someone coming in, he opened a slit in his drooped eyelids, and stared at Ling Ning with a flash of light. This gaze seemed to be able to see through people, which was awe-inspiring.

"Are you here?" The old man's tone was very calm, but there was an indescribable joy in his tone.

Ling Ning was stunned the moment he saw the old man. His heart was beating fast, and an indescribable feeling filled his chest. He opened his mouth wide to say something, but found that his mind was blank.

The person is so familiar and close but he can't remember anything.

He could only step forward quickly and kneel in front of the old man with a "pop" sound, and he fell to the ground, tears flowing down uncontrollably.

A smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face. He stretched out his hand to lift him up and looked at him kindly and said, "Why are you crying?"

Ling Ning shook her head, "I...I don't know..."

The old man smiled happily and said, "You are finally reincarnated, which is good."

Suddenly a door seemed to be opened in Ling Ning's mind, and some memory fragments poured in crazily. He finally couldn't help but threw himself into the old man's arms and cried bitterly: "You... you are grandpa? Grandpa, it's really you!"

Are you...are you okay?"

The old man patted his back gently, and when he stopped crying, he pointed outside the house and said, "Grandson, help me out for a walk."

Ling Ning wiped away her tears and nodded silently, helping the old man up. The old man and the young man slowly walked out of the house and walked to the sea of ​​clouds.

The old man sighed and said: "I finally called you here. If some time passes, I'm afraid... I'm afraid grandpa will pass away..."

Ling Ning was startled and said: "Grandpa, you...how could you...is it because of me?"

The old man smiled and shook his head, "Grandpa has lived for too long, and it's time." He stretched out his dry and slender fingers like branches and pointed into the distance, "Look, those territories you once conquered will not be left behind after you are gone."

They were all torn apart..."

Ling Ning lowered his head, "It's my fault..."

"It's not your fault. The general trend of the world will be divided after a long time, and it will be divided after a long time. The division and reunification are all caused by God. Hey, back then you used your own power to suppress all realms. Little did you know that the harder you suppressed, the greater the backlash...

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Ling Ning pondered for a moment and said, "My clansmen...are you okay?"

The old man shook his head and did not answer directly. Instead, he pointed to an obscure pond and said, "Look over there..."

Ling Ning followed his finger and saw that a stone statue could be vaguely seen at the bottom of the pool standing in the lower realm. A dense crowd of monks were fighting fiercely around the stone statue.

"Then...that's my stone statue?"

The old man nodded and said: "There are still many tribesmen who regard you as a god and are willing to follow you until death. Although they are still resisting desperately, their defeat is only a matter of time..."

"I have brought trouble to my tribe, and I have brought trouble to you as well. I am really a sinner..."

"Grandson, grandpa doesn't want to blame you. Didn't our clan stand at the top of the world under your leadership? Although the current situation is critical, the more critical this situation is, the more outstanding talents will emerge.

Just like a grassland burned by fire, it will grow new buds again soon. Whether our clan's prosperity or decline, it is nothing more than a cycle that starts over and over again."

Ling Ning sighed deeply. Although the old man said this, the regret in his heart did not diminish at all.

The old man looked at him and suddenly said: "You seem to have changed a lot. Grandpa almost doesn't recognize you."

Ling Ning was stunned and said: "I don't think so, maybe the old me is already dead..."

The old man chuckled and said: "That's okay. There are not many opportunities to start from scratch. You have to cherish it."

Ling Ning nodded, and suddenly said: "Grandpa, have I done too many wrong things in the past?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Even if I crushed the sky and pacified the heavens in my last life, so what? I didn't expect that it would turn into nothing immediately after death, and even my clan members would suffer because of this..."
To be continued...