The swallow has gone and comes again.
When the willows wither and become green again.
But smart one, tell me, where has our time gone?
Just inadvertently, hundreds of years flowed by casually like water, silently, but it brought about earth-shaking changes in the world of martial arts.
And this year, the more important thing that happened in the world of martial arts was the death of the mother of the Xuanshui Snake Royal Family - Lord Wan Xuerou!
The entire martial arts world was shocked by this news, and the storm gathered!
From the Xuanshui Snake royal family to the homes of ordinary people, every corner conveys the atmosphere of grief.
The cultivators took to the streets one after another, prayed to the sky, and cried to bid farewell to the emperor's nominal "mother."
The area inside and outside Lingku Sea began to become extremely lively, and a busy scene emerged before our eyes.
A member of the Xuanshui Snake Tribe who was honored by cultivators began to put on plain black clothes, clean up the Lingdry Sea, and hold a grand funeral.
The sky was gloomy, there was no sunshine, and even the mountains and rivers were immersed in deep sorrow.
The entire martial arts world showed a scene of mourning!
"Master Demon Master, my condolences."
"Lord Xuan Xi, my condolences."
"..."
One after another, the great sages and quasi-emperors went to the funeral in person, showing their dignity.
Even Li Jianqiu, the 'Monarch of the Scarlet Sun Demon Kingdom', personally came to pay his respects with his confidants Ji Qingxue and Wei Qin.
Wan Xuerou's funeral was of extremely high dignity and was even grander than that of a Holy Lord!
"Mother, wuwuwu, mother..." In front of the mourning hall, Xuan Xi's eyes were red from crying and she couldn't make a sound.
It is true that her mother, Wan Xuerou, had extremely high demands on her and strictly arranged her path, causing her to suffer a lot of unnecessary hardships even though she was born with a dragon body.
But Xuan Xi never complained about her mother Wan Xuerou. On the contrary, under Wan Xuerou's strict requirements, she really shined brightly, and even once surpassed her peer Bo Nianrou, leading the way.
Without Wan Xuerou, Xuan Xi felt that half of the sky had collapsed.
Her pretty face was filled with pain, and she no longer had the liveliness, enthusiasm, confidence and cheerfulness of the past.
The extremely agile little dragon girl seemed to have grown up overnight.
"Senior Cang Yue, this way."
"Dong Ming, Jie Mie."
Opposite to Xuan Xi, Xuan Dongming endured his grief and handled matters silently.
Apart from Xuan Xi, among the sons and daughters of Demon Saint Xuan Jiao and Wan Xuerou, Xuan Dongming is the most outstanding.
Since Xuan Xi aspires to journey to the outer world, Xuan Dongming is regarded as the next generation leader of the Xuanshui Snake Royal Family, with mature and calm methods of doing things.
At this moment, Lingku Sea Territory has fallen into a sad atmosphere.
However, as Wan Xuerou's Taoist companion and husband, and as Wan Xuerou's closest being, the Xuanjiao Demon Saint is very calm.
In his heart, he was actually very relieved.
Because Wan Xuerou was happy and sad, and she still left without pain and regret.
The sky was overcast and drizzle was falling.
It fell on the palace tiles and made a dripping sound.
There was silence in front of the mourning hall.
"Click——"
Suddenly, a silver electric snake streaked across the gray sky.
A unique sound of footsteps sounded slowly outside the palace, getting closer and closer.
At this moment, the great sages and quasi-emperors suppressed the expectations and excitement in their hearts.
Li Jianqiu tightened his body even more. The black robe on his body was as straight as wood and as stiff as iron.
Close.
Getting closer.
A slender figure holding a white oil-paper umbrella walked slowly in.
He put away the oil-paper umbrella and revealed his extraordinary handsome face.
Create the Emperor!
There was a roar, and one by one the great sages or quasi-emperors were about to kneel down and kowtow, calling for the emperor to be honored.
But there was a magic power that held them up and made them unable to move.
"Father, Xi'er, Dongming, I'm here to pay homage to my adoptive mother. I hope you can express your condolences and take care of yourself." Emperor Creation said slowly.
He held three strands of sandalwood and worshiped in the mourning hall.
His actions caused Xuan Jiao Demon Saint's eyes to dim, and Xuan Xi burst into tears...
Given the supreme status of the Emperor of Creation, it was hard not to be moved by the fact that he would do such a thing.
"Emperor, you actually came to express your condolences?!"
The Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon, Taiyin Xujing Weapon Spirit and other overhauls were extremely surprised and couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.
To be honest, everything Emperor Zun did simply broke their imagination!
afterwards.
As soon as the information about the Emperor of Creation's appearance in Wanxuerou Lingtang came out, the world was shaken, and no one could not feel their hearts trembling because of the Emperor's respect for love and justice.
As a result, the morale of all living beings in the martial arts world has once again increased significantly.
The faith and belief generated by all living beings' respect for the Emperor of Creation flows out in a more full way.
The origin of the world of martial arts shows signs of making amends?!
…
The sun sets and night begins to creep up.
The bright moon also began to slowly appear, and the sky seemed to be covered with a black cloth, making it difficult to see.
At this time, it was already the third year after Wan Xuerou's funeral.
On this day, the Xuanjiao Demon Saint returned from a banquet and returned to the Lingku Sea.
As soon as he arrived at Xuanjiao Palace, he pushed open the bedroom door and saw a carp rolling and leaping onto the bed.
"Xuerou, Xuerou, sober up for me~"
The Demon Saint Xuan Jiao squinted his eyes and called his wife in a weary manner as before.
but……
The surroundings were empty, no one responded, and only a hint of cold night wind blew by.
quiet.
Quiet.
Xuan Jiao Demon Saint opened his eyes, with an expression on his face that was either happy or sad. Two lines of clear tears flowed unknowingly.
He shed tears and was speechless.
"Xue Rou, you've already left..."
After a long time, he sighed, as if all his strength had been taken away, he collapsed on the bed, finally feeling a heavy pain in his heart.
In the days that followed, Demon Saint Xuan Jiao cheered up and pinned his emotions on the great road, numbing himself.
Under such circumstances, the Black Dragon Demon Sage made great progress on the road of spiritual practice.
Soon, he touched the barrier between the Great Sage and the Quasi-Emperor.
The thunder is violent and the cold wind is fierce.
To be continued...