Time always flew by unconsciously.
On the Stellar Peak, on a whim, Feng Yin put down the writing brush in his hand and looked at the night sky with deep eyes. The stars were shining, and the light was panoramic.
The soul-stirring battle with the immortal from the upper realm ten years ago seemed to have happened yesterday. Every detail had been deeply engraved in his mind, and from time to time, ripples appeared in his mind, which made people feel a faint chill.
In the battle with Canglan Immortal, Feng Yin and the other Supremes only joined the battle halfway after receiving the warning. The process of the battle was not long, and there were only a few rounds in total. He Tu led the other four people to set up a cage with the Nine Regions Map, and then Canglan broke through it. Then he forced the opponent to the sky, and Wang Wu, who was waiting in the sky, smashed him down with a mountain into the Netherworld Mountain … In just a few rounds, everyone walked a few laps between life and death.
At that time, if Feng Yin failed to detect the opponent's surprise attack in time and preemptively attacked with the Stellar Sword, perhaps Hetu Daoren would have been defeated by the Yin and Yang Hands, and the entire Nine Regions Map would have fallen apart. If he hadn't left some True Yuan to protect his body when he collided with the Yin and Yang Hands, perhaps he wouldn't have been able to stop Canglan's struggle. If Wang Wu didn't wait at a high place in advance and blocked Canglan's way, then no one could control Canglan after he rushed into the astral wind layer.
It was really dangerous. It could be said that Nine Regions would have slipped into the abyss. However, in the end, it was over.
Ten years had passed.
Ten years had passed since that battle. During this period, a lot of things had happened.
For example …
"Mom, mom, hurry up, or we can't catch up with the magic shuttle!"
There was a secluded town at the foot of Navy Blue Mountain. In the middle of an elegant courtyard, a little girl in a beautiful felt hat anxiously waved her arm to urge her mother. A moment later, a young woman walked out of the courtyard, carrying a small leather bag. She held the little girl's hand and unfolded a light muslin from the bag. Then, she carried the two of them and flew towards a tall tower outside the town.
There was a spacious platform at the top of the tower, and many people had already gathered there. The mother and daughter found a place where there were fewer people and waited. The little girl was very lively. Not long after, she couldn't bear the loneliness and wanted to run around, but was stopped by her mother.
Fortunately, not long after, a flying shuttle flew over like lightning from the horizon. After stopping at the edge of the platform, the side hatch opened, revealing a spacious interior. A middle-aged cultivator came out and said in a clear voice, "We have arrived at Cangqingshan Station, please hurry up and board the shuttle."
The people who had been waiting on the platform for a long time began to board the flying shuttle one after another. From the outside, the flying shuttle looked to be over three hundred feet long, and the widest part was only four or five feet wide. However, the interior was actually a spacious space of hundreds of square meters, which could accommodate thousands of people. After the passengers of Mount Zangyama came up, the shuttle didn't seem crowded.
It didn't take long for the shuttle to start slowly, and before long, it climbed to the highest speed, really like lightning. The little girl was lying at the transparent window on the side of the shuttle, looking at the rapidly retreating scene outside the window with great interest, as if she was intoxicated.
Most of the passengers who boarded the shuttle at Cangqingshan Station were cultivators from the Navy Blue Sect. Their cultivation base was between Qi Cultivating Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage. With such cultivation base, they naturally couldn't talk about flying sword. However, the speed of this magic shuttle was comparable to the flying sword of a Daoist Master of Yuanying Stage, which was already an unimaginable speed for them.
However, the size of Nine Regions was enough to make most of the so-called high speed meaningless. After flying for more than an hour on the magic shuttle, they didn't even get out of the Cloud Region where Cangqingshan was located.
After all, the little girl didn't grow up, so she soon felt bored. She pouted and asked by the window, "Mom, when will we arrive at Netherworld Mountain?"
"Don't worry, we'll be there soon."
"How soon is soon?" The little girl was somewhat dissatisfied with her mother's perfunctory answer. She shook her mother's hand to make it clear.
When her mother smiled bitterly, the middle-aged flight attendant who passed by replied with a smile, "There are still two hours, little sister, don't worry."
"Well, okay …" The little girl obviously showed a bitter face.
"Hehe, look at you, you can't wait for a moment? How about this, there is a model of the giant Divine Weapon on this magic shuttle, I'll get it for you to play? "
"Okay, okay!"
Her mother suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "Excuse me, how much is it to rent the model of the giant Divine Weapon?"
"It's free, this is a special discount of this shuttle." The stewardess smiled generously and then took out a foot-long humanoid toy model from the workshop. It was glittering with a metallic luster. He handed it to the little girl.
This kind of model was usually only liked by boys. However, when the little girl saw the model, her eyes lit up, and even her saliva almost flowed out. She was so charmingly naive that the surrounding passengers couldn't help but laugh.
The model was made by imitating the famous giant Divine Weapon. Every joint of the body could be moved and extended. If the user had cultivation base and poured magical power into the model, there could be more complex changes. It belonged to the professional version, so the price was very high. Unfortunately, the little girl had not yet begun to cultivate, so she couldn't use those complex functions.
The game time always passed quickly. After a while, the magic shuttle stopped in front of a mountain. The flight attendant's voice echoed in the shuttle, "Passengers, we have arrived at the Netherworld Mountain Station. Please take your belongings and prepare to get off the shuttle …"
The little girl reluctantly returned the giant Divine Weapon model, but soon her attention was attracted by the scenery outside the shuttle. She hopped and dragged her mother forward.
Outside the shuttle was also a platform of a tower. It was just that it was much larger than the tower at the foot of Navy Blue Mountain. Moreover, the platform was divided into multiple floors, and there were many shuttles parked at the edge of each floor. The shuttles were of different sizes, and the large ones were about three hundred meters long, which looked magnificent. After the passengers on the shuttle got off, they quickly gathered together.
On the platform, there were already cultivators in eye-catching clothes floating in the air in advance. Flying was prohibited on the platform, so it was very eye-catching.
Those cultivators' cultivation base was not particularly high, but they all had quite good affinity, which made people have a good impression at first glance.
"Good afternoon, tourists! Welcome to the Netherworld Mountain Hall of Resistance against the Fallen Immortal. I am He Yuanshan, the tour guide here. You can call me Little He … "
As Little He spoke, he flew to the depths of the Netherworld Mountain. The Netherworld Mountain was originally a barren mountain known as a forbidden area, but in recent years, it has been fully developed. A high platform was built outside the mountain where the shuttle could be docked, and the inside of the mountain was hollowed out and built into a world-famous memorial hall, which attracted thousands of people to visit every year.
"We all know that there is a very powerful enemy in Nine Regions today called the Fallen Immortal. This word has been very popular in recent years, but in fact, as early as tens of thousands of years ago, some people realized the existence of the Fallen Immortal and began a long journey of struggle … First of all, let us come to the Great Desolation Hall to learn about the story of the Fallen Immortal in that era … "
There were a large number of antiques and materials on display in the hall. Most of them were the legacies left by the Dixian in the Tomb of Immortals. That was the evidence that they spent countless efforts to collect in those days. From the Desolation Age to their era, there were all kinds of information. In the guide's skillful explanation, the tourists were immersed in the washing of the long river of history …
"Mom, when can we get to the Immortal Trap Array?"
While people were quietly listening to Little He's explanation, the voice of a little girl seemed very attractive.
The little girl's mother nodded apologetically to the others, looking very embarrassed. At this time, the tour guide Little He said with a smile, "Actually, I think it's not only this little sister, everyone should be a bit impatient to see the most important part of this memorial hall. Fortunately, our previous content is basically over. I will take everyone to the Immortal Trap Array to see the living Fallen Immortal! Please be mentally prepared, don't be too surprised when the time comes. "
Along the winding passage inside the Netherworld Mountain, the group soon came to an open and spacious place.
"Everyone, look below. The man who is sitting cross-legged and motionless is the Fallen Immortal. His name is Canglan, and he once forcibly came to Nine Regions, which almost caused a great disaster. But don't be afraid, he has been completely sealed, trapped in the gap between time and space. For him, the passing of ten thousand years in the outside world is just like a breath of time. It's just that his breath of time will never end. In a sense, he is actually like a dead person. "
With that, Little He suddenly landed on the ground, picked up a broken stone, and threw it at Canglan, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, which hit him on the head.
"Look, there will be no problem."
"Ah!? We can throw stones? "A tourist exclaimed in disbelief," What if we wake him up? "
Little He said with a smile, "Don't worry, the Immortal Trap Array is still there, so he won't wake up no matter what. Just throw it at ease. He is an Immortal, after all. With our means, even if we use our strongest spells, we won't be able to hurt him even half a hair. "
"Is this really possible?"
Little He nodded and said, "Of course, don't you see the instructions on the side? It was written by Daoist Master Wang Lu himself, so how could it be fake? "
Everyone looked in the direction of Little He's finger and saw that it was written on the wall: It is shameful to waste food, please do not throw food at will (or throw stones at will). The handwriting was indeed Wang Lu's handwriting.
"In addition to throwing stones, you can also draw whatever you want on his body, such as drawing turtles or insulting words. But this will cost extra, and then the staff will bring you up close to paint. If there is a need, you can tell me and I will contact them for you. Because the supply cannot meet the demand, the current market price is ten thousand spirit stones per word. We can keep it for you for the day. Every night, there will be staff to clean Canglan's body. "
"Ten thousand spirit stones per word, just to keep it for a day, isn't that too expensive?"
"He is an Immortal, after all. To be able to leave words on an Immortal, ten thousand spirit stones is not expensive at all."
While Little He was bargaining with the tourist, the little girl said loudly, "Mom, I think there are already words on that uncle's body!"
Little He said with a smile, "Little girl has good eyesight. That's right, in the beginning, Daoist Master Wang Lu wrote words on his body. We won't paint these words … uh." When he followed the little girl's gaze and saw the words on Canglan's body, he suddenly felt that he could not continue.
The little girl's eyes flashed with innocence. "I know that word, it's the word 'Zheng'! But why did he write the word 'Zheng' on that uncle's butt? And he didn't finish writing the word 'Zheng'. What does this mean? "
"…"
Next to the Immortal Trap Array, there was dead silence. No one knew how to answer such a question.
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