Of all the regrets he had in his life, death was the saddest.
The young girl's call caused the hearts of those who heard it to be stirred and filled with emotions.
Among the overlapping illusory figures, there was a burly man who was also trembling. He was surrounded and protected by many figures in tattered armor. These were the soldiers who had died defending the city with him.
"Father!"
The young princess could not hold it in any longer and cried out. She wanted to struggle forward, but she fell weakly in front of Yang Jian.
Her tears fell like broken pearls. Her cries were sorrowful, filled with endless fear, helplessness, and desolation.
Those figures were just the souls of mortals who had been stripped of their essence by the Soul Refining Gourd.
At that moment, these souls were very 'fragile'. It was not easy for them to appear, let alone speak.
The eyes of the Marquis of Shangde's soul were filled with tears. He finally raised his head and shouted.
He could not find immortals, but he died in the hands of 'immortals'.
He guarded the land, but the city was destroyed overnight.
As a general, if he died on the battlefield and died on the battlefield, it would be a satisfying thing.
He never thought that he would die in the hands of evil overnight. He almost did not even have the chance to reincarnate!
How could he not be resentful? How could he not hate!
However, as Yang Jian continued to recite the Dao Scripture that purified souls, the hatred in the Marquis of Shangde's heart was constantly washed away.
In the end, most of the figures in the valley had left, leaving behind thousands of souls in armor. These souls were also constantly purified of their resentment …
However, they were still unwilling to leave. They remained silent and looked into the distance.
"Sigh," Fu Dongliu said in a low voice, "Everyone is loyal to the emperor and the country. However, you were harmed by the demons. Naturally, you have resentment in your hearts."
"However, that demon has already been smashed to death by this little brother with a huge rock. His soul has been destroyed. Why are you still reluctant to leave?"
"Today, with this little brother here, he will use his own fortune to purify you. This is where your opportunity lies. There will naturally be more ghostly servants on the Reincarnation Path. There will also be fewer ghostly servants on the Village Viewing Platform to urge you. There will also be a Protection Disc in front of the Reincarnation Hall that will allow you to turn to the human path. "
"Why can't you stop? Hurry up and go! "
A pulling force came from the golden gate, urging these thousands of soldiers to go on their way.
The Marquis of Shangde's soul trembled, his legs slowly bent, and he finally knelt before Yang Jian.
The thousands of soldiers were silent as well.
The Young Junzhu had already fainted from crying. Yang Jian had almost finished reciting the Scripture of Expiation ninety-nine times.
The faint gold Ghost Gate exerted force, causing thousands of souls to be sucked back, but these souls were all slowly but firmly kowtowing.
After kowtowing three times, the Marquis of Shangde and the thousands of soldiers rose, no longer reluctant to leave. They turned into streaks of light and slammed into the faint gold Ghost Gate.
The Ghost Gate gradually dissipated and the cold moonlight shone down. Only the unconscious girl was still whimpering in her sleep.
Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes and sighed softly.
The pale golden Ghost Gate shattered and condensed into a golden light that pounced directly at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat. He knew that this was the merit he had obtained from expiating these souls. But in his heart, he felt … an indescribable but uncomfortable feeling.
It was as if the mystic art was repelling this golden light.
It was extremely repelling!
Just as the golden light was about to enter Yang Jian's chest, Yang Jian suddenly raised his hand. Instead of keeping the golden light, he used his hand to move it to the side.
Fu Dongliu saw this scene from the side, and his eyes widened again.
Merit is such a mysterious thing, and this young man can play with it so casually?
Originally, if the mighty figures of the Primordial Era did not want to let merit enter their bodies, they would use some Numinous Treasures to absorb the power of merit, thereby causing the Numinous Treasures to transform.
But now, Yang Jian had nothing on him. The most precious thing he had was the array disc used for cultivation. Although the array disc was complex and sturdy, it was not an item with a spiritual nature.
However, when it was absorbed, the Eight-Nine Arcane Art was extremely repulsive. It felt as if it was a deadly poison that was "plotting to harm the cultivator of the Arcane Art".
"You're lucky." Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat. He casually guided the golden light in front of him and pressed it directly between the eyebrows of the girl who was lying on the ground.
Fu Dongliu, who was at the side, stared blankly. He sighed in his heart, and a hint of envy and depression flashed across his eyes.
At that moment, perhaps because Fu Dongliu had helped Yang Jian expiate the countless souls, another golden light that was like a strand of hair came from the sky and entered between Fu Dongliu's eyebrows.
Fu Dongliu's Dao body trembled, and his eyes were filled with surprise. He quickly closed his eyes to heal.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Dongliu opened his eyes. His cultivation level had actually improved a little. A black light shot out from between his eyebrows and turned into a wisp of black smoke that dissipated.
"Phew, I've finally gotten it out." Fu Dongliu heaved a long sigh of relief. Although his arms were trembling, he could slowly raise them.
Yang Jian listened attentively and heard the rumbling of hooves. It seemed that there was a large group of cavalry advancing on the mountain road.
He did not want to meddle any further, so he said, "Senior, can you move now? Why don't you go to my place to recuperate? "
Fu Dongliu wanted to befriend Yang Jian, and he also felt that he owed Yang Jian a huge favor. He cupped his hands at Yang Jian and said, "If that's the case, thank you, young hero."
After saying that, Fu Dongliu's legs trembled slightly as he stood up. Yang Jian had already clamped the fainted girl under his ribs again.
Fu Dongliu smiled awkwardly at Yang Jian. Yang Jian understood and raised his hand to hold Fu Dongliu's arm. He carried this "senior expert" and quickly ran away.
In fact, such close contact, whether it was Yang Jian or Fu Dongliu, their hearts were beating like drums.
One must always be on guard against others.
Not to mention that a small favor could be trusted, the martial cultivator's Jianghu was even more dangerous. If one foolishly trusted others, they might not even know how they died in the end.
Yang Jian was fine. Xuan Gong could warn him of danger in time, and he was holding this "senior"'s pulse, so he had the upper hand.
Fu Dongliu, on the other hand, was much more nervous. He had never been so close to someone in his many years of wandering.
Not to mention a strange youth with "strange strength", even beautiful women and close female friends had never held him like this before.
This was actually also a risk, but after Fu Dongliu was lifted up by Yang Jian, he felt a little less nervous and a little more intimate.
Most likely, male cultivators would also have some subtle psychological changes when they had physical contact.
Yang Jian's figure leaped a few times into the forest, disappearing in a few breaths.
Not long after, squads of black-armored cavalrymen charged into the area. They looked at the "deep cliff" that was hundreds of feet long that had been carved out by a sword, and then at the "strange" posture of the stone mountain …
The one in charge of commanding this group of cavalrymen was not stupid. He immediately ordered his subordinates to be silent and slowly retreated …
In the next few days, wars raged within a thousand miles.
The border town that the Marquis of Shangde had originally guarded was broken through in a single night. The dynasty that the Marquis of Shangde belonged to didn't have time to react, and a large number of enemy troops had already broken into their borders.
The flames of war burned wantonly, and the common people became destitute and homeless. Every day, battles between more than ten thousand people broke out, and there were even battles that involved hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses brewing.
The cavalry rumbled, and batch after batch of soldiers charged past the border town that had been completely burned to the ground.
The spiritual energy within a thousand miles had also been contaminated by blood, becoming somewhat impure, with many impurities.
In the next few days, the cave residence that Yang Jian had originally been living in had two more people.
Fu Dongliu had used this place to recuperate from his injuries, and the more he mingled with Yang Jian, the more familiar he became. The two drank twice, and after a few nights of conversation, they both admired each other's bearing and became very close friends.
The two called each other fellow Daoists, and they often talked about everything under the sun, but they never talked about Daoist scriptures or cultivation.
This was because although Yang Jian had great strength, his cultivation was actually a little low.
How could Fu Dongliu make things difficult for Yang Jian? He only talked about the many interesting things that happened during his travels.
And these interesting things also became a door for Yang Jian to understand the current situation of the Daoist cultivators in this world, and he also looked forward to listening to them.
The young princess cried for two days, and slept for two nights. She seemed to have lost her mind, occupying the bed in the cave residence, and every day she was in a daze.
Her spiritual energy had also dissipated a lot, and there was always a gloominess that couldn't be dispelled between her brows.
Every time Yang Jian and Fu Dongliu drank and chatted at the entrance of the cave, she would also listen to them in a daze, and gradually, there was a little more vitality in her eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking about.
Yang Jian still trained his muscles and bones as usual, but he didn't foolishly take out things like array discs.
Yang Jian still knew that one shouldn't flaunt one's wealth.
And after Fu Dongliu saw Yang Jian's cultivation method of carrying the mountain and striking against the waterfall, he couldn't close his mouth, and only felt that this was the craziest thing in the world.
Didn't he cultivate Qi?
Didn't he focus?
If he didn't cultivate the Golden Core Dao, how could he cross the Mortal Tide?
Who was this young man's Master? What was his background? It was really hard to fathom, and it was daunting at the sight of it.
Could it be that this young man ate some Heavenly Treasure by mistake?
If he hadn't confirmed Yang Jian's identity as a human, Fu Dongliu would have really thought that Yang Jian was the descendant of some beast in human form …
However, even though Fu Dongliu was extremely curious, he didn't ask. After all, in the Primordial World, one's background was considered an important secret.
Once one's background was exposed, it was a small matter, but if the enemy deduced the Natal Dharma treasure and supernatural power, one would be in a passive state.
In the conversation, Yang Jian only mentioned a few times that he had a wise Master to teach him, and let him practice in the mortal world.
Although he didn't know Yang Jian's background, Fu Dongliu believed that he didn't judge people wrongly. And Fu Dongliu's evaluation of Yang Jian could be summed up in eight words:
He was upright and unexpected.
Therefore, when Fu Dongliu healed for a few days and recovered most of his cultivation, and wanted to leave this place, he sent an invitation to Yang Jian.
"Fellow Daoist, you also know that this world is no longer suitable for cultivation."
Yang Jian nodded. "Yes, the Spiritual Qi here is gradually dissipating."
Fu Dongliu smiled and said, "I mentioned to you before that the last cultivation sects in this world are all gathered in a Mystic Realm. That Mystic Realm was created by an ancient mighty figure, and the Spiritual Qi there is dozens of times more than here. Only there is a place for cultivators like us to survive."
In fact, Yang Jian had already learned about that Mystic Realm from Fu Dongliu. He also hesitated about whether he should enter that place to cultivate.
He didn't need to worry about the Spiritual Qi …
How could Fu Dongliu not see Yang Jian's hesitation?
It was rare for a young man to be cautious.
However, Fu Dongliu only said two things, which made Yang Jian dispel his worries and decide to go with him.
"In that Mystic Realm, there are hundreds of cultivation sects. Because the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth has dissipated, more than ten sects' Ancestral Masters entered the Dao from martial arts. They are very extraordinary."
Entering the Dao from martial arts!
Yang Jian was instantly moved!
Fu Dongliu revealed a calm smile, but he seemed to have a card up his sleeve. He continued, "In the Mystic Realm, there is a very common thing called the Heaven's Heart Stone. It is probably a rare treasure produced in this world where the Spiritual Qi has dissipated."
"Although the Heaven's Heart Stone is not very useful, it is the size of a palm and weighs thousands of kilograms. You don't have to carry a mountain back and forth every day. It's not elegant, it's really not elegant."
Yang Jian didn't stand on ceremony. He stood up and grabbed Fu Dongliu's arm. "Fellow Daoist, please take me there."
"Hahaha, no problem, no problem!" Fu Dongliu threw his head back and laughed, then raised his eyebrows and winked at Yang Jian.
Then, both of them looked into the cave at the same time. Yang Jian looked at Fu Dongliu, and Fu Dongliu also wanted to return the favor he owed to Yang Jian.
"I have a few junior sisters who have been clamoring to take disciples. This little girl has a good aptitude, they will definitely like her very much."
Yang Jian sighed softly and didn't say much. He just turned around and walked into the cave.
When the little princess heard the conversation between the two, she didn't show the slightest bit of joy. She just sat there blankly, and the emptiness on her little face made one's heart ache.
It was unknown what Yang Jian said, but she nodded and agreed to follow Fu Dongliu back to be apprenticed.
After a while, a purple light streaked across the sky and flew towards the sunset.
The matters of the world were caused by fate, but it was really hard to explain them clearly.
It was a pity that the Marquis of Shangde spent half of his life searching for immortality, and in the end, he died for nothing. But his little daughter was saved from death and directly entered one of the top few cultivation holy lands in this world.
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