Winter left and spring came, and all living things came back to life.
Ye Xuan settled down in the Valley of Hundred Flowers. He built a hut and personally planted a sapling in the valley, watering it every day.
Tender shoots broke through the soil, and a sapling grew healthily. Spring left and summer came. The sapling grew day by day, and its slender trunk split into branches. Large amounts of green leaves sprouted from the branches.
Summer left and autumn came. When the autumn wind blew, a trace of coldness reverberated between heaven and earth. The sapling planted by Ye Xuan gradually withered in the autumn. Its originally tender green leaves gradually turned yellow, and when the autumn wind blew, the withered leaves drifted down from the sky.
Winter had arrived, and the world was bleak.
The first heavy snow fell. The sapling planted by Ye Xuan withered in the cold wind, losing its last vestiges of life.
The four seasons changed, and heaven and earth rotated. This was a kind of reincarnation, and also a process from life to death.
Ye Xuan stared blankly at the withered sapling. A flash of inspiration gathered in his eyes, and he finally understood what he had lost.
The world was cold, and snowflakes drifted down.
Ye Xuan stood in the middle of the world and sighed.
"So what I lost was the life of a mortal!"
Yes, since Ye Xuan's childhood, he had experienced many hardships. As a youth, he had fought in the Blood Sea Battlefield. He had never been a mortal, and had never experienced the life of a mortal.
The mortal world tempered the heart, and all things were natural.
Without experiencing the life of a mortal, how could he understand the helplessness and sorrow of a mortal?
Ye Xuan blamed himself for his little sister's death. He didn't know if what he had done was right or wrong, but he felt that he had forced his little sister's family to their deaths. The guilt weighed down on him so much that he couldn't breathe.
"I've lived my life as a mortal, but I don't understand the human heart. Let me become a mortal and spend a hundred years in the Boundless Secular World. Let's see if I can transcend after a hundred years."
Ye Xuan walked out of the Valley of Hundred Flowers. He didn't use any immortal arts, but walked out of the valley step by step. However, with each step, the immortal light around him dimmed a little. When he walked out of the valley, it was as if he had truly become a mortal. There was no longer any trace of immortal Qi on him. ,
Becoming an immortal and refining his heart in the mortal world was the path that Ye Xuan had chosen. If he was able to transcend, then his body would undergo an unimaginable transformation.
This kind of transformation was a kind of qualitative improvement. As for how far it would take, Ye Xuan did not know. However, he knew that he had to walk this path. He had to walk it.
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Clear Sky Town. Literally, it gave people a feeling of majesty. However, Clear Sky Town was just an ordinary human town.
Because Green Sky Town was located in a highland area, it was as if it was connected to the sky. In the entire Divine Land, it was actually not very eye-catching.
Being inconspicuous had its benefits.
Clear Sky Town was located in a highland on the northern border. Most of the year, it was the season of winter snow. Because there were no famous mountains or great lakes within a radius of ten thousand miles, there were only a few immortal sects. It was a rare and quiet place. It also allowed mortals to avoid many disturbances and pass their days peacefully in Clear Sky Town.
There were no floating airships or high-tech skyscrapers. This ancient town had existed in the Great Land for thousands of years. They worked from sunrise to sunset and were self-sufficient, maintaining a kind of ancient living custom. Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The cold wind whistled and the heavy snow fell. The entire Clear Sky Town was covered in snow. At first glance, it looked like it was wrapped in silver. It gave people a feeling that it was spotless.
Although the snowy scenery was beautiful, Clear Sky Town was a place of bitter cold. For mortals, it was already a great joy to be able to boil a pot of hot knife in front of their stove, get half a catty of spiced beef, and drink a mouthful of strong wine with two or three friends.
There were very few people on the streets. The snow on the ground was a foot high. If one wanted to walk in this heavy snow, it would take a lot of effort.
Squeak squeak squeak!
Heavy footsteps stepped on the snow, making the sound of snow being squeezed. At the end of the street, there was a middle-aged man. His face was plain and simple. He wore a thick leather jacket. He carried a seven or eight-year-old child in his arms and walked with difficulty in the heavy snow.
The child held a string of sugar figurines in his hand. His cheeks were red from the cold. However, in his father's arms, he did not feel cold. He even laughed cheerfully from time to time, proving the child's innocence and yearning for beautiful things.
"Father, look."
Suddenly, the smile on the child's face disappeared. He let out a cry of surprise and pointed at a roof in front of him. This shocked the middle-aged man, and he quickly looked in the direction the child was pointing at. The scene that entered his eyes made the middle-aged man sigh.
A black-clothed youth was leaning against the broken roof. His clothes were extremely thin and his entire body seemed to be completely frozen. His skinny body was unconsciously trembling. His lips had completely lost their color and were stained with some ice shards. Clearly, it would not be long before he would freeze to death in this snowy and cold weather.
"Sigh, this person doesn't look like someone from the town. Where did he come from?" The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly.
"Father, let's save this big brother."
The child kept shaking his father's arm. There was a trace of mist in his eyes. This also proved that the child's nature was pure. He could not bear to see the black-clothed young man freeze to death in the heavy snow on the street.
The middle-aged man frowned. His voice was slightly hesitant as he said, "Han Er, our family doesn't have much food left. We don't know how long this heavy snow will last. This person's identity is unknown. If we bring him home, I'm afraid …!"
When the middle-aged man spoke to this point, he hesitated. Obviously, he was just an ordinary father. It was already not easy for him to feed a family of three. If he brought this black-clothed young man home, not to mention the black-clothed young man needing medical treatment, just the extra food for one more person would be a great burden to him.
"Father, didn't you say to Han Er that saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda? Since we've seen him, how can we let this big brother freeze to death in this world of ice and snow?" The child's voice was young as he kept begging his father.
When he heard the child's words, the middle-aged man frowned. After a few breaths of time, his brows relaxed. He grinned and said, "Han Er is right. Since we've seen him, how can we not save him?"
As the father and son spoke, they quickly arrived before the black-clothed young man. The child fell from his father's arms and took two or three steps to arrive before the young man.
"Big brother, you must not fall asleep. Father said that if a person falls asleep in an extremely cold situation, he will never wake up." The child kept shaking the young man's arm. His young voice was slightly anxious.
Unfortunately, the black-clothed young man's body had already been frozen stiff. He had fallen into a coma, so he did not have the slightest reaction to the child's words.
If it were not for the young man's body trembling from time to time, the father and son would probably think that the young man before them had already frozen to death in the cold snow.
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