"Of the three hundred people in the village, not a single one will be spared …"
Wushuang's voice was heavy when he said this.
In troubled times, human lives were as worthless as grass.
He looked at the deserted village covered in snow. It might have once been inhabited, but now it was in ruins.
In troubled times, everyone was seeking survival, and the most miserable ones were these mortals.
Wushuang fell silent.
It was not that he didn't want to speak, but he couldn't. A fear born in the depths of his soul made it difficult for him to even breathe.
A clang rang out.
The sword fell to the ground.
Wushuang fell to the ground, his eyes wide as he stared at Bu Fang in horror.
At this moment, this mortal seemed to be as terrifying as a Heavenly God.
"Immortal Master …"
Wushuang opened his mouth and struggled to make a sound.
It was as if a hand had grabbed his throat.
Suddenly …
The terrible aura disappeared.
He relaxed. Although it was a snowy day, his whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
This time, when he looked at Bu Fang, he did not doubt him at all.
Bu Fang sighed.
He felt lost.
Looking at the white deserted village, his emotions were somewhat complicated.
At that moment, he accidentally revealed his state of mind, which terrified Wushuang.
After all, Bu Fang was once an existence who had reached the peak of the universe. A Chaotic Saint was supreme no matter where he was.
Even though Bu Fang had lost all his strength, just his state of mind and a wisp of his will were enough to make people feel terrible pressure.
This was the saying that a starving camel was still bigger than a horse.
Snowflakes danced in the air.
Time and space seemed to have become very quiet.
Wushuang sat on the ground, gasping for breath.
It seemed that only the sound of his breathing could be heard.
Suddenly, he let out a sigh, which made him feel extremely shocked.
"Go and find a pheasant."
Bu Fang's faint voice rang out.
Wushuang immediately felt relieved, as if he had been pardoned.
He answered and scrambled towards the wilderness in the distance.
Bu Fang sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at the Barren Village with a complicated gaze …
The voices and smiles of the villagers were still floating in front of him.
The simple villagers left a deep impression on Bu Fang.
Big Aunt, Big Uncle, Old Village Chief …
One figure after another seemed to float past his face.
Bu Fang exhaled.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Perhaps this was the fate of mortals.
Soon, Wushuang returned.
He was carrying a pheasant in his hand.
He handed the pheasant to Bu Fang, his face full of respect and apprehension.
Before, he had only guessed that Bu Fang was an Immortal Master. But in that instant just now … he felt as if he had fallen into death with just a thought.
Bu Fang must be an Immortal Master.
Moreover, he was a super powerful Immortal Master.
Searching for immortals, searching for immortals. Wasn't he searching for immortals?
Bu Fang took the pheasant.
Under Wushuang's astonished gaze, he began to process it.
Bu Fang dug out a black wok that was covered in dust from the barren village.
After cleaning it up, he set up a wok in the village.
Flames rose, dispelling much of the cold in the surroundings.
Wushuang did not know what Bu Fang was going to do.
Bu Fang asked him to find another chicken monkey, so he sat quietly in the distance, waiting for Bu Fang's orders.
However, Bu Fang did not give him any orders.
Instead, he went about his own business.
The pheasant was processed. Its feathers were plucked, and its flesh was gradually hardened after being boiled in hot water.
Bu Fang's movements did not slow down. He was still processing the ingredients.
Not only the pheasant, but also the fat fish Bu Fang had prepared.
Removing scales, cutting open the abdomen, and removing the internal organs … Bu Fang's movements were as smooth as flowing water.
At this moment, Bu Fang was like a simple chef, cooking seriously.
Wushuang did not dare to disturb Bu Fang.
He could only watch quietly.
Bu Fang's movements were fast, and a fragrance filled the air.
However …
As he sniffed the fragrance, a hint of sorrow came into Wushuang's eyes.
Shocked, he stimulated his body with his sword intent.
"The fragrance can affect one's mind?"
Wushuang was horrified, and he felt that Bu Fang was more and more mysterious.
Soon, two dishes were cooked.
One was a golden roast chicken, and the other was a fragrant steamed fish.
With one dish in each hand, Bu Fang placed the two dishes in the snow.
A rich fragrance spread in all directions.
However, it seemed to carry an oppressive sadness.
Bu Fang sat in front of the two dishes. He did not eat.
He was lost in thought.
He had retired to this planet and returned to the life of a mortal, but mortals would eventually return to dust.
What should Bu Fang do in the future?
Lord Bird had asked Bu Fang what would happen if he, Bu Fang, became a pile of dust in a few hundred years?
Bu Fang's answer had been carefree.
Now, looking at the Barren Village, a sense of loneliness suddenly spread.
Death was lonely.
If he died, what would happen to his old friends?
You, Lord Gou, Hades Erha, who were in seclusion …
What would happen to them?
If they learned of his death, they would be very sad.
The annihilation of the villagers was enough to make Bu Fang grieve, not to mention other things.
Bu Fang raised his hand and covered his chest.
His heart ached slightly.
The pain seemed to come from the depths of his soul.
"Soul God and the Great Path of the Primitive Universe have proven that only the Ruthless Path can set foot on the peak … But I'm addicted to emotions, like a fish that has lost its way."
Bu Fang's eyes were filled with confusion.
Bu Fang also wanted to walk the Ruthless Path, but he found that he could not.
He could not be ruthless.
Even though he had lived in seclusion in the mountains for several years, his emotions still existed.
Perhaps he was a hypocritical person from the very beginning.
He did not like to smile, talk, and had a poker face.
But … the feelings of the heart could not lie.
If he were really ruthless, he would not have so many old friends by his side.
The Great Path of the Primitive Universe and the Soul God were all alone. They were invincible in heaven and earth, but they were lonely in the universe.
Bu Fang was lucky. He had many people around him.
Lord Gou, Erha, Xiaopi, You, Xiao Bai, Xiao Xiaolong, Xiao Yanyu …
Familiar names came to mind.
Bu Fang shook his head.
His face was bitter.
He stood up. The Barren Village was still as quiet as before.
Bu Fang put his palms together, bowed slightly, and bid farewell to the villagers who used to be his friends.
Behind Bu Fang, Wushuang widened his eyes.
He saw spots of bright light suddenly flash in the Barren Village.
Many figures appeared in the sky, walking and bustling about.
The busy scene of the Barren Village that had disappeared suddenly reappeared.
It was like a projection in the river of time.
After a long time …
Everything disappeared.
The Barren Village was still dilapidated, and the snow had swept away the dust of history.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Bu Fang left the village.
Step by step, he returned to the mountain.
Wushuang took a deep breath. He was extremely shocked. Without hesitation, he turned his head and followed Bu Fang.
The road back to the mountain was covered with snow.
The two of them returned to the hut halfway up the mountain.
It was late at night.
The light in Bu Fang's hut went out. He had fallen asleep.
Wushuang was in the woodshed, unable to calm down for a long time.
He knew that his immortal fate had appeared, and he had to seize it.
If he did not seize it, he would miss it forever.
That night.
Soon, it was over.
Wushuang opened his eyes and heard rustling outside the door.
He grabbed his sword and rushed out.
In the yard …
Bu Fang was carrying a thick bag.
The fat chicken was stuffed in Bu Fang's chest, so only its head could be seen.
Xiao Bai also carried a bag, his mechanical eyes dim as he stood beside Bu Fang.
"Is he going on a long journey?"
Wushuang was shocked.
He grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his face to wake himself up.
"Immortal Master, what are you going to do?"
He asked.
"I'm going out for a walk … Do you want to follow me?"
Bu Fang glanced at Wushuang.
Wushuang was stunned.
"If you want to follow me, just follow me …"
Bu Fang said.
After that, he pushed open the fence of the hut.
Wushuang followed him out. Bu Fang locked the fence, grabbed his bamboo stick, stepped on the snow, and left quietly.
Carrying a bag, Xiao Bai followed Bu Fang step by step.
Eighty poked its little head out of Bu Fang's arms.
Without hesitation, Wushuang grabbed his sword and followed.
The three figures slowly disappeared into the snowy depths of the mountains.
…
Planet Immortality was not big.
But it would take countless years to travel on foot.
Bu Fang, Xiao Bai, and Wushuang, who had been following them.
The three of them strolled across the planet.
Starting from the mountains, they set out for the rest of the world.
Wushuang was like a personal guard, guarding Bu Fang and helping him with many things.
Bu Fang did not refuse and acquiesced to his behavior.
Time passed, and ten years flew by.
Bu Fang's face had become much more resolute, and his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.
Wushuang was dressed in shabby clothes, carrying a sword that had not been drawn for ten years, and his face was covered with an unshaven beard.
Xiao Bai, on the other hand, had not changed much. His iron skin was turned outward, and his mechanical eyes were still dim.
Eighty was still small and cute. Even when walking on foot, the little thing was still chubby.
…
Fifty years.
The three of them continued walking.
Wushuang had begun to show signs of old age.
His back was stooped, and the veins on his arms were bulging.
But he did not complain. He still followed Bu Fang and traveled the continent with Bu Fang.
During the days he spent with Bu Fang, Wushuang had eaten delicious food and experienced an unprecedented change in his state of mind.
In the past, he was called the number one Sword God of the empire. But when the empire fell, the Sword God died.
The so-called Sword God had long since disappeared from the continent.
But to be called the Sword God, there were at least tens of thousands of people who had died under his sword.
However, following Bu Fang made him feel as if he had experienced a soul baptism.
Although he had not drawn his sword for decades, his understanding of the Sword Path had deepened a lot.
…
The hundredth year.
The continent was almost at its end.
They had left their traces in the polar regions of Planet Immortality, the endless forests, and the boundless sea.
Wushuang's hair had turned white, and he had aged a lot.
His blood and energy were beginning to dry up. The magnificent Sword God of a generation was indeed old.
Bu Fang's appearance did not change much.
But in the depths of his eyes, one could see the old will.
After all, his body might not deteriorate after a hundred years, but his soul could not bear it.
Now, his soul was that of a mortal.
Bu Fang had become more and more reserved.
Xiao Bai and Eighty's appearance had not changed.
…
The two-hundredth year.
Wushuang could not walk anymore.
He had once stood at the peak, but he had not found the Immortal Path, so he was still a mortal.
Bu Fang was also old.
His hair was white, and his face was wrinkled.
He was a stooped old man.
They did not continue to walk the continent because they had already visited all the places they could go.
The world was big, and they had already seen it all.
Therefore, Bu Fang did not continue to walk.
In the past two hundred years, they had seen the rise and fall of dynasties.
When they were tired of walking, they should take a rest.
In the downtown area.
Bu Fang and Wushuang bought a house and lived here in seclusion.
Bu Fang returned to his old business and opened a restaurant.
However, he opened it casually.
He only cooked according to his mood.
Wushuang did odd jobs in the restaurant, and his sword had long been sealed away by him.
He did not know whether Bu Fang was an immortal master.
But would an immortal master grow old like a mortal?
It was meaningless to care about this.
He just wanted to live a quiet life now.
He had tempered his heart in the mortal world. The current Sword God had a stronger sword intent than he had in his heyday.
…
The three-hundredth year.
Wushuang's life came to an end. He could not walk anymore, and he could no longer be a waiter.
Bu Fang was also old, and he stayed quietly in the restaurant.
The downtown area changed again and again, and so did the neighbors.
The end of life was always calm and elegant.
In the restaurant.
Bu Fang poured a glass of wine and toasted Wushuang, who was sitting cross-legged across from him.
The latter's breath was weak.
He stared at Bu Fang with his cloudy eyes, full of complicated emotions.
Xiao Bai and Eighty were both in the restaurant.
The atmosphere was a little heavy.
After a long time …
He sighed leisurely.
"Immortal master … I'll take my leave first."
The corners of Wushuang's wrinkled mouth twitched slightly.
Bu Fang drank the wine in his glass.
Boom!
A wisp of extremely sharp sword intent swept away the vanity and soared into the sky.
It soared into the sky.
Terrible sword energy bloomed in the sky.
This was the sword intent that had been condensed for three hundred years.
As soon as the sword intent appeared, the world was shocked!
It was as if the legendary Sword God had returned to the earth.
In the restaurant.
After Wushuang unleashed the sword strike, Wushuang's eyes widened.
He lowered his head in satisfaction.
His hands fell weakly to his waist.
Bu Fang held the glass, and the wine in it rippled.
After a long time, he sighed quietly.
Time passed in a flash.
In the void.
Lord Bird appeared with his hands clasped behind his back.
Outside Planet Immortality.
One figure after another came over from the void.
The looks in their eyes were very complicated.
Their auras were extremely powerful, and they were all the top experts of the Primitive Universe.
On this day …
The top experts of the Primitive Universe arrived on Planet Immortality one after another.
The whole planet was boiling.
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