"Master Ning, my subordinates are finally waiting for your return!"
A voice with an ancient air appeared in Ning Qingyan's ears.
"Who?" Ning Qingyan's eyes narrowed.
The sudden change forced her to temporarily put aside her worries about Zhao Yun and quickly look around where she was.
Is this a forest?
The place where Ning Qingyan stood was a piece of grass, surrounded by countless big trees.
‘This is not the Forest of Nothingness…’ Ning Qingyan quickly made a judgment.
Not only because this place is not night, but day, but also because there is no such feeling as the Wuwu Forest here.
It seems very peaceful here, so peaceful that there is no trace of... anger!
‘This is the Void Realm? Is this the so-called secret realm in the legend of Wuwu Forest?!’ Ning Qingyan’s eyes flashed slightly, and she thought of a lot between the lightning and flint, and she seemed to have found the answer.
There were many void realms thousands of years ago.
That is the space condensed by many powerful people who have been practicing to the end, unable to break through the last step, reach heaven and become immortals, and then fall.
Almost all of them appear according to their innermost wishes, and there will be powerful relics in the void world.
Strictly speaking, the void realm is not a secret realm.
Because thousands of years ago, the definition of a secret realm in Ning Qingyan's era was that a space formed by the ruins of an ancient sect or the fragments of some space magic weapon could be considered a secret realm.
That kind of space is very large, usually enough for hundreds or thousands of people to enter the experience at the same time, and there are many opportunities, but also dangers.
The Void Realm is different. The Void Realm is more like a tomb.
It is not big. The largest void realm that Ning Qingyan has ever seen is only the size of a third-rate ordinary force.
The smallest void world only has one house and one forest, and you can visit it in just a cup of tea.
There is no danger in the void, which is the best thing about it.
At least, after judging that this is the void realm, Ning Qingyan doesn't have to worry about Zhao Yun's safety for the time being.
"Alas... Thousands of years have passed. Lord Ning no longer remembers his subordinates?" The old voice sounded again.
Ning Qingyan frowned slowly, as if the voice had awakened long-standing memories.
Also, when she was pulled into the black vortex, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, which became a catalyst to awaken her memory.
Suddenly, a light shone in her eyes and she shouted a name: "Bi Xi!"
"Master Ning, you finally remembered this subordinate!" The old voice was filled with sobs.
Following its voice, an illusory giant turtle figure appeared on the grass in front of Ning Qingyan.
It lay quietly on the grass, but did not overwhelm a single blade of grass. The turtle's back was somewhat ferocious, its neck, limbs and other exposed skin were covered with thick armor, and its head was a dragon's head.
Ning Qingyan's eyes widened, and she quickly approached and saw clearly what was carried on Bixi's back. "...Wuwang Forest!"
Who would have thought that the vast and boundless Wuwu Forest could actually be carried on a piggyback?
Ning Qingyan was stunned.
She recognized Bi Xi, and the past events between her and Bi Xi came to mind one by one.
Bixi, a branch of the dragon clan.
Their group is called Bixi, and this Bixi is the last Bixi in the world.
After being seriously injured and dying, he was rescued by Ning Qingyan, and by chance, he recognized her as his master.
Because Ning Qingyan had always been too lazy to name it, and thought that she would never be able to conquer the second Bixi in the world, she simply called it Bixi.
Later, Bixi followed her around and accompanied her in battles. It can be said that although Bixi was her spiritual pet, he was also a comrade-in-arms and a partner.
"Bi Xi, I thought you had already..." Ning Qingyan murmured, raising her hand to touch the shadow in front of her.
Bixi's real form is very huge, otherwise it would be impossible to carry the Wuwu Forest. What is now in front of Ning Qingyan's eyes is its soul after being shrunk countless times.
It can appear directly in front of Ning Qingyan in the form of a soul, which is enough to prove that even if a thousand years have passed and the blood contract between them has died, it is still loyal to her!
"Lord Ning, thousands of years ago you put your subordinates into a deep sleep and fought alone with those hypocritical villains. Later, the mountains and rivers retreated, spiritual energy leaked, the path to immortality was cut off, and the world fell into chaos."
"At that time, there were rumors everywhere that you had died, but your subordinates didn't believe it, so they chose a place and fell into a deep sleep, hoping to wait for your return."
"My subordinates have been waiting for a thousand years, and finally Lord Ning is here."
"It was my subordinates who felt Lord Ning's aura and forcibly woke up from their deep sleep. Otherwise, they would have missed meeting Lord Ning. I don't know when or where I would have to wait until the next time I meet Lord Ning..."
Bixi's old voice seems to be able to turn back time.
Ning Qingyan looked a little dazed.
At the beginning, she really had a death wish and wanted to die with those hypocrites of the Xuanmen righteousness and end everything.
Since we are all going to die, why add unnecessary sacrifices?
Therefore, before leaving, she planned to entertain the generals with a banquet of drunkenness and dreams from the Demon Spirit Tribe... That night, the generals drank very happily, really thinking that this was the last feast, and that they would then fight to the death with the Xuanmen righteous way, so they all
Extremely indulgent.
No one noticed that what Ning Qingyan drank that night was not wine, and no one guessed that she actually got so many people in the Demon Spirit Tribe drunk and kept them drunk for three months.
After March, everything settled.
"...In the battle that year, Xuanmen suffered heavy losses. Only a few unworthy juniors were left. Even Lord Shen Ting died. The war between immortals and demons ended..."
"Wait a minute, you said Lord Shen Ting also died?" Ning Qingyan suddenly interrupted Bixi.
The scene when she died thousands of years ago gradually became clear in her mind.
Isn't that her illusion?
That night, Lord Shen Ting really showed up?!
"Yes! It is said that Lord Shen Ting saw through Lord Ning's plan and wanted to rush over to save the people, but unexpectedly he was a step too late. Not only did the people fail to be saved, but he himself also died in it." Bixi answered.
Ning Qingyan fell silent.
In her memory, she could only vaguely remember that saintly and noble figure dressed in white, looking like an immortal, but her specific appearance had long been blurred.
"It's a pity for Mr. Shen Ting. Lord Ning once said that he is the only true gentleman in Xuanmen's righteous way." Bi Xi continued.
After hearing this, Ning Qingyan sneered softly: "Yes! It is precisely because he is the only gentleman that he has to bear all kinds of shackles that make people breathless."
One man and one turtle, he did not waste too much time on the topic of 'Shen Tingjun'.
The appearance of Biyi made Ning Qingyan realize something: "The righteous path of Xuanmen has declined, what about you? Now, besides you, who else is still alive?"
This is one of her expectations. Although a thousand years have passed, according to the strength of those guys back then, it is not difficult to live for another thousand years.
"I don't know." However, Bixi's answer disappointed Ning Qingyan.