The Sun was like blood, shedding down rays of light.
Smoke curled up from the chimneys. The small village was quiet and peaceful.
At the entrance of the village, a white-haired elder was sitting on top of a giant rock. He rubbed a child's head and smiled kindly, "What story do you want to hear today?"
"Grandpa, I want to hear the stories of those heroes." The child looked at the human-shaped statues not far away, unable to hide his eagerness.
There were six statues in total. They were carved out of ordinary stones, crude, shapeless, and lifeless.
If it weren't for the humanoid shapes, they would've been six giant rocks, not statues.
"Okay, grandpa will tell you the story of the heroes."
"Ten years ago, the seven ancestors broke out of their seal. They wanted to destroy the universe and kill all living beings."
The elder was silent for a while. Looking at the six crude statues, he said, "In the face of danger, the six heroes stepped forward, killed the ancestors, and saved the universe."
"Grandpa, what are their names?" The child was curious, his pure eyes shone with yearning.
"I only know two. One has the Buddha Body of Salvation, Wu Wei."
"The other is Ling Xian, Emperor Ling."
The elder's eyes flashed with respect and he sighed, "You must remember this name. Do not forget it until you die. You must also tell your descendants about it and let them sing its praises."
"I will remember."
The child nodded, his little face appeared troubled, "Grandpa, I want to know what he looked like."
"When you grow up, you can go to the capital. The statues there are so lifelike."
"Our village's capabilities are limited. However, no matter how crude we are, we must build statues of the six heroes."
The elder's voice was firm. Staring at the six statues whose faces were unclear, he said, "They died for the universe. The only thing we can do is to remember them and never forget them."
…
Similar conversations could be heard in every planet and every corner of the universe.
The statues of Ling Xian and the others were the same.
Sects, clans, dynasties, and even small towns and villages all had statues of Ling Xian and the others.
They were the heroes who saved the universe and saved the lives of all living beings. Naturally, their statues were all over the universe.
The purpose of building these statues was to let the world remember them.
Just like the elder had said, the only thing they could do was to make sure Ling Xian and them were remembered for generations to come.
…
Eternal Immortal Star, Wang Family.
In the Clan Leader's room, there was a painting hanging on the wall. The person in the painting had sharp brows and bright eyes. His robe was white like snow. He looked exactly like Ling Xian.
A girl dressed in red stared at Ling Xian in a daze. Her eyes were filled with sincerity and longing.
It was Gong Suo Xin.
Lin Qing Yi stood behind her. Her skin was smooth and creamy, her beauty enough to topple a city. She was like a fairy who did not eat the food of the mortal world, her beauty was unparalleled.
After Ling Xian's death, she returned to the Planet of Yong Xian. She first visited the Seventh Princess and then accompanied Gong Suo Xin.
"It's been ten years, a whole ten years. Why hasn't he come back yet?"
Gong Suo Xin turned around and looked at Lin Qing Yi seriously, "Tell me the truth, is he really not dead?"
"If he dies, do you think I can still smile?" Lin Qing Yi grinned. The mark of life and death appeared between his brows.
Once the Pact of Life and Death is formed, it cannot be broken. If Ling Xian dies, she will die as well.
She was alive and well, which meant Ling Xian was not dead.
"Even though I don't like you, I have never doubted your feelings for Ling Xian." Gong Suo Xin softly sighed. Ten years was not long, but it was not short either.
To others, ten years is like a period of isolation, or the blink of an eye. But to Gong Suo Xin, who misses Ling Xian day and night, ten years is longer than ten thousand years.
"The mark between my brows is called the Pact of Life and Death."
"If Ling Xian dies, I will die as well. I have been with you for ten years, which is enough to prove that he is not dead."
Lin Qingyi smiled, "My husband is a great hero. Even the four divine ancestors couldn't kill him. How could he die so easily?"
"It's been ten years. If he is not dead, why hasn't he shown himself?" Gong Suo Xin frowned slightly. Time did not leave a single trace on her. She was still as beautiful as ever.
However, she has lost a lot of weight.
Longing eats away at one's bones. Of course, her clothes are loosening and she is like a yellow flower.
Lin Qing Yi did not lose weight. It wasn't that her love for Ling Xian was less than Gong Suo Xin's, it was that she was certain Ling Xian was not dead.
"I don't know either. But I believe he will come back."
Lin Qing Yi shook her head and stared at Ling Xian on the painting, "He has not fulfilled his promise. He cannot die."
"I wish he was dead." Gong Suo Xin hissed coldly. Hearing Lin Qing Yi call Ling Xian her husband and reminiscing about their wedding, she was infuriated.
"Are you jealous?"
Lin Qing Yi smiled, "You … when Ling Xian comes back, I will let you be my concubine."
"I don't care." Gong Suo Xin's face was cold, but her eyes flashed with happiness.
After loving Ling Xian for a hundred years, she dreamed of marrying Ling Xian, even if she had to share him with Lin Qing Yi.
Lin Qing Yi didn't mind. She would feel sad, but she couldn't bear to see Gong Suo Xin suffer.
"If you don't care, then pretend I didn't say anything."
Lin Qing Yi played with her bangs and grinned, "When Ling Xian comes back, I will live in seclusion with him. It will be hard for you to even see him."
"You know how I feel, yet you are still teasing me. What's the point?" Gong Suo Xin glared at Lin Qing Yi.
"Who told you to be so stubborn?"
"It wasn't easy for me to convince myself to share Ling Xian with you. Not only do you not appreciate it, but you are also mocking me."
Lin Qing Yi smiled. No woman would want to share their husband with another woman. If it wasn't for the fact that she didn't want to make things difficult for Ling Xian, she wouldn't have agreed.
"I am not the only woman sharing Ling Xian. Only God knows how many romantic relationships he has." Gong Suo Xin looked at Ling Xian's portrait.
"No matter how many, as long as he wants it, let him be."
"Who told you to only love him in my life?"
Lin Qing Yi smiled brightly, "Okay, let's wait patiently. One day, he will return."
...
Amidst the galaxy, Mushroom was flying in search of Ling Xian's corpse.
Ten years ago, she was in isolation trying to break through to the Undefeatable Realm. She didn't know the seven ancestors were born and she didn't know Ling Xian sacrificed himself to become a demon.
After she came out of isolation and found out about this, she crazily searched for Ling Xian's corpse and flipped through all seven planets.
Though doing this was pointless, Mushroom wanted to do so. To her, whether or not she could find Ling Xian's corpse was a form of comfort.
Or in other words, it was the meaning of living.
Other than revenge, Mushroom's life was to find Ling Xian's corpse.
...
The crescent moon hung like a hook and the night was cold like water.
In the mass grave, simple tombstones were piled up from yellow soil. The cold wind blew and it was eerie.
A young girl in black was sitting in a lotus position. Between her brows, she was breathing out Yin energy and the silhouettes of the five poisons were faintly discernible.
As the poison entered her body, the young girl was sweating profusely and her delicate face was twisted. Against the background of the mass grave, she looked extremely terrifying.
Her cultivation level was increasing and after two hours, she broke through to the sixth level of Qi.
The silhouettes of the five poisons disappeared and the young girl opened her eyes. She muttered to herself, "In 30 days, I will reach the seventh level of Qi and participate in the competition."
Then, she rose to her feet as a hint of hatred flashed across her eyes.
Just then, the young girl heard a statement and stopped her footsteps.
"In three days, you will be dead."
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