In the past, Zhang Yan had promised Luo Xiao to help him achieve his Dao. However, Luo Xiao had been limited by his latent talent, and hadn't been able to reach the Upper Realm. But if he had simply used his magic to help him, it would have been no different from cutting off his path to the Dao.
In the past, Fu Qingming's eldest disciple, Dugu Hang, had not hesitated to reincarnate multiple lifetimes. He had never asked for any outside help. Now, he wanted to use this opportunity to help Dugu Hang fulfill his promise.
In the past, in the Nine Continents, because of the struggle for the Dao, or because of regret, people who had passed away without any destiny to reach the Dao were now being pushed by the Great Dao to search for the opportunity to achieve the Dao.
However, some people who went to the Mountain and Sea Realm had their own destiny, and their achievements would be even higher. There was no need to interfere.
Most importantly, Bu Xu Tian and the Mountain and Sea Realm. Only those with the Dao of Good Fortune could bring the missing Daos out.
He wouldn't deliberately target a particular person, nor would he determine the destiny of Heaven. He would leave it all up to the Heavens.
He didn't need to make arrangements for the living beings. After giving them their destiny, someone would naturally rise to the top. If he tried to force them, not only would he be going against the workings of Heaven, but he would also be easily targeted by the Good Fortune Spirit.
However, because he wasn't going to directly fight against the Good Fortune Spirit, he was just going to cleverly steal the destiny from them. Therefore, the original operation of the Great Dao wouldn't change. In the end, these lifetimes would have to combine into one. As the many lifetimes combined, it was very likely that the memories of the same person in different lifetimes would be the same, and they would be able to obtain even greater destiny.
Somewhere in the current world, Zhan Lu suddenly woke up. He wiped the mud off his face and took a few deep breaths of cold air. Suddenly, he thought of something and hurriedly got up, using his hands to dig at the mud.
After digging a few times, an unconscious old man with his eyes closed was dug out. His hair was grey and his face was full of deep wrinkles, making him look extremely old. Seeing this, he panicked and shouted, "Master Mo, Master Mo!"
After calling out a few times, the old man said in a weak voice, "Don't shout. Be careful not to attract the Demons."
Seeing that he was fine, Zhan Lu could finally relax.
Master Mo fumbled around for a moment before retrieving a thick wooden staff. Then, he propped himself up with both hands and propped himself up.
He pressed his nose and sniffed a few times, then looked up at the dark clouds in the sky. "It seems that the Demon was just passing by yesterday. We can go now."
Worried, Zhan Lu said, "Master Mo, Master Mo, the further west we go, the more Demons there will be. What if …"
Elder Mo patted the back of his head and said, "As long as you don't expose your vital energy, the fiendish demons will look down on us. You won't even be enough to fill the gaps between their teeth. If you don't want to go, then don't follow us."
Zhan Lu quickly shook his head and said, "How can I do that? Disciple said that I will definitely escort Master Mo to the Sacred Mountain."
Because the almighty cultivators had long since severed their ties with the past, no cultivators from the Nine Continents had ever come to the Mountain and Sea Realm. The Hundred Nations of the Eastern Wastelands had maintained their former positions. However, things had changed twenty years ago.
There were demons that came from beyond the heavens and regarded the living beings in this world as their food. Although there were Heavenly Ghost and other unusual tribes that fought against them, the demons from beyond the heavens had originally landed on the Eastern Wasteland, causing the one hundred nations of the Eastern Wasteland, which were the weakest in the first place, to be destroyed.
The Eastern Wastelands, which used to be the largest nation, had its entire national platform toppled, and its majestic palaces were reduced to ruins.
Now, the living beings of the Dao were scattered. The original Mystic cultivators led the remaining people to build settlements and hide in the wild, barely surviving in the world.
However, there were still some who gave up hiding and tried to find a way to fight against the Demons.
Elder Mo and his disciple, Zhan Lu, were such people. At this moment, the dark, gloomy wind covered the blue sky, and the howling of the wind swept across the barren land. The majestic mountains in the distance were now dark and gloomy. It was as if only the two of them, master and disciple, were left in the world trekking with difficulty.
The Eastern Wastelands was incomparably vast. After traveling for half a year, the two of them finally returned to the heart of the Eastern Wastelands. During this time, the two of them almost lost their lives to the Demons, but each time, they managed to escape by the skin of their teeth.
Elder Mo looked at the boundless wilderness in front of him. There were white bones that appeared and disappeared from time to time. The flourishing land of the past had now become a wasteland. He could not help but let out a long sigh. "This is the Plain Sun Plains, where the essence of the Shen Fang Country used to be, but now it has become a ghost town."
He took a step forward, but with a kacha sound, he accidentally stepped on a pile of human bones. He sighed and said, "Zhan Lu, since we're here, let's bury them."
Zhan Lu acknowledged, but after digging a few times, he discovered that there were even more human bones underneath, so he could only fill them back up. It was the same even after changing a few times. He busied himself for half a day, then wiped his face and said, "Elder Mo, there are simply too many human bones here. They are everywhere, we can't bury them all."
Elder Mo sighed and said, "Let's go."
Zhan Lu asked in astonishment, "Elder Mo, are we not going to care anymore?"
Elder Mo leaned on his wooden staff and looked forward, "What we are looking for is the method to release all living beings. Once we find it, we will be able to help them."
The master and disciple duo set off once again. This time, they headed deeper into the Eastern Wasteland. Because the living beings here had long been eaten up, there were not many demons. Instead, there were more wild beasts and spirits. Luckily, the two of them were people who cultivated Qi and blood. Although they were unable to fight against the great demons and demons, it was not difficult for them to deal with these beasts. If they encountered really troublesome ones, they could still fly for a short period of time.
Along the way, Elder Mo would take out a small stone from time to time and place it in his palm to test the surroundings. When he felt the slightest vibration, he would head in that direction.
Another half a year later, the two of them arrived in front of a huge mountain that was piled up with scarlet red rocks.
Zhan Lu's eyes widened. Ever since the fall of the Hundred Kingdoms, the sky was covered by a thick demonic aura, and the world was dark and gloomy. It was rare to see such a bright place. He exclaimed, "Elder Mo, what is this place?"
Elder Mo said in a deep voice, "This is the Blood Mountain. Originally, it was where the Eastern Wasteland Country's sacrificial ceremony was located. It was also the source of the earliest Qi and blood technique. This is the place we are looking for."
Zhan Lu said with anticipation, "Is there really a way to fight against the demons from beyond the heavens on this mountain?"
Elder Mo sized up the Blood Mountain and said, "I heard that it was not only demons that came from beyond the heavens. There were also many broken rocks with mysterious diagrams that fell together. Back then, the High Priest had one of them and called it the 'Profound Secret Stone'. He said that there was a way to deal with demons hidden on it. I heard that the biggest piece of it fell here."
The two of them carefully walked up the stone steps created by the Eastern Wasteland Country and arrived in front of a majestic stone door embedded in the mountain wall.
Elder Mo took a deep breath and took out the small stone. After comparing it, he found a groove that was similar in shape and size, but it was very inconspicuous. He carefully pressed the stone into it, and the stone door suddenly moved. It looked like it had turned into a thick mass of blood.
His eyes were suffused with a bright light as he grabbed Zhan Lu's arm and slammed him forward amidst the latter's cry of surprise. The two of them seemed to have walked more than ten steps in a swamp before their bodies lightened and they arrived in a large hall. What entered their eyes was a floor filled with bones.
Other than that, there were incomparably large demon corpses everywhere. Even though more than twenty years had passed, these corpses still looked as if they had just died. They could still smell the thick stench of blood.
Elder Mo sighed, "Back then, there were tens of thousands of shamans and servants on the Sacred Mountain. Other than those who were devoured by the demons, the rest should be here."
He looked at the torn corpses of the demons and said, "Looks like they all perished together with these demons from beyond the heavens."
Elder Mo walked forward and at the end, he saw a huge rock with a flat surface standing there. He revealed a look of joy as he threw away the wooden staff and shouted, "It's this thing. I've found it, I've found it."
Zhan Lu took a look and asked in confusion, "But Elder Mo, how do we use this thing? There aren't any words on it? "
Elder Mo caressed the stone tablet and said, "There are words, there are words. We just need a primer."
He tried his best to breathe a few times and circulated his qi and blood. His originally haggard face suddenly became young, his figure was tall and straight, his skin was plump, and his originally gray hair also became thick and black. Afterwards, he pressed his hand on the stone tablet and channeled his qi and blood into it.
About half an hour later, traces of strange lines appeared on the stone tablet.
Elder Mo took a few steps back and stood still. He said with a smile, "Disciple, I'll leave the rest to you."
Zhan Lu was startled, "Leave it to me?"
He looked at the rock at a loss. However, with just a glance, his mind shook. In an instant, countless memories surged into his sea of consciousness. That was his memory from another present world. Although he had died a long time ago, the experience and knowledge of his entire life of cultivation were connected to him through a bridge that existed in the unseen world, and they merged perfectly into one.
After a long time, he seemed to wake up from a dream. He took a few steps back and looked at the huge rock, saying, "Xuanji, Xuanji, I'm not Zhan Lu, but … Lu Xuanji, disciple of the Xuanyuan faction, Lu Xuanji!"
He turned his head and saw that Elder Mo's life had already been extinguished. In order to awaken the Stone of Secrets, he had used up all his qi and blood.
He was silent for a moment, then bowed to Elder Mo, saying, "Teacher, don't worry. I will definitely wipe out all the fiendish demons in the world and return peace to this world!"
With that, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to think deeply.
Even though he had obtained the memories of his other life and saw the hope of wiping out the fiendish demons, there was still a problem. In the fused memories, he saw many profound cultivation techniques. However, both Qi Path and Strength Path required external medicine to support them.
However, most of the places with heavenly resources were occupied by fiendish demons. If he relied on himself, he would probably be eaten by the fiendish demons before he could refine external medicine.
Fortunately, he was no longer looking at a young man, but a cultivator who had cultivated for thousands of years. Thus, after thinking hard, he gradually came up with a solution.
Since fiendish demons could eat humans, why couldn't he eat fiendish demons? Since the world was filled with fiendish demons, why couldn't he use the flesh and blood of fiendish demons as medicine? To improve his cultivation?
When he thought of this, he suddenly stood up and walked toward the corpses of the fiendish demons.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed.
On this day, Lu Xuanji walked out from the depths of the stone palace. With every step he took, the entire palace shook. When he arrived before the stone door, he was silent for a moment before throwing a punch.
With a loud sound, the entire stone door was smashed to pieces. The remaining force did not stop and shot up into the sky, brazenly piercing through the thick layer of demonic clouds. In that instant, a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on his tall and majestic body.
He looked up. From this day onwards, all the fiendish demons in the world would be his food for cultivation. Furthermore, his opponent would no longer be the lowly youth of the Mountain and Sea Realm, but Dao Ancestor Xuanyuan's lineage, Qincang's disciple, Lu Xuanji!
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