The Mythological Era had come to an end. She just wanted to witness the end of it all.
She felt happy and relaxed at the same time. Dao Changsheng was not dead, but Qing Thearch and Duantian Emperor were both dead. She was greatly touched.
She wore a green robe and held a long sword. She gradually descended into the mortal world as she walked along the ancient streets.
"I wonder what will happen in the future when there are no gods in the mortal world?" She widened her eyes and looked around. "Their cultivation speed is too slow."
She walked past one town after another and saw many heroes. There were even some who stood on the city walls and competed in martial arts. Below them, countless commoners watched. She continued forward and suddenly saw a student of the Confucian School of Necromancy standing on a mountain. They were working together to make a simple hot air balloon and cheering.
"Yes, make it bigger. It will allow us to fly into the sky!"
"Is there really a Heavenly Realm in the sky?"
"I don't know, but there must be stars! We can go to the sky and pick the stars to prove our ability to us Confucian school necromancers. "
"A few years ago, a meteor fell from the sky, and countless people went there. A hero picked up the meteor, and with the meteor metal, he forged it into a famous peerless divine weapon in the martial world — the Demon Warding Sword, which can slay demons."
"There are demons in the Cloud Mountain Swamp. Our townspeople often go there and are bewitched by the demons. If we have a treasure, we won't be weaker than those martial artists! We can go there and slay demons! "
…
She continued to walk past small towns.
She saw heroes in green robes walking in the Jianghu with swords in their hands.
The Dharma cultivators were too weak in the lower realms. Body cultivators had a great advantage.
"It's only been a hundred and fifty years, but the world has changed …" She felt a little lonely walking on the ground.
In this era, the demons were the most miserable.
The demons were born from the world. In this environment, it was difficult for them to transform. They were completely extinct.
On the contrary, the aboriginals were slightly better off than the demons. The aboriginals were descendants of the ancient gods, and their bodies were naturally huge. Due to their grotesquely shaped bodies, people called them demons. From time to time, they would enter villages to eat people, and they would attack humans at night. They would even gather in the Great Cloud Mist Swamp to resist the chivalrous warriors who subdued demons.
As for the current Barbarian Shaman Tribe, they were tall and sturdy. They were driven beyond the Great Wall to graze on the grasslands and formed their own barbarian kingdom. They were called barbarians.
"The other three races each have their own survival. Are there really no more demons?" After all, she was a member of the Demon Race and belonged to the same race as Qinglian. Once Qinglian died, she became the Demon Ancestor through and through. The revival of the Demon Race fell on her head.
She was a little lost as she wandered around the earth.
Another day, a terrifying piece of news resounded throughout the heavens and the earth. The Martial God, Duan Qianyu, had broken through to the Violet Palace Realm, entered the Imperial Palace by himself with a single sword, and defeated the Imperial Guards and all the civil and military officials. He questioned the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and ordered the Emperor to abolish the laws that restricted martial sects.
"As an Earth Immortal, I should establish my own sect." Duan Qianyu announced to the world, "In ancient times, the World Tree was the ancestor of all spirit roots in the world. It shattered and remained in the world. I was fortunate enough to obtain a branch of it, and I planted it as the 'Ginseng Fruit Tree'. I planted it in my courtyard, and it continuously produced fruit, allowing me to cultivate to this point. Anyone who is fated in the world can come and take me as their master!"
Countless scholars in the imperial court were filled with grief and indignation.
"Boasting shamelessly, claiming to be a god?"
"The power of a martial artist can rival an entire country. What should we do?"
Martial artists ran amok, and no one could restrain them.
As for these scholars, they were local officials and needed the offerings of the common people. They wholeheartedly thought for the common people and cultivated openly, absorbing the incense offerings of the local people. However, it was not as fast as them.
After all, no matter how many mortal auras there were, they were too weak when gathered together, and their progress was slow.
"This is truly a sorrowful era."
She revealed a faint calmness and continued to stride forward. She wanted to see more of this world and taste all the delicious plants in this world before she died of old age. This was her original intention.
On this day, she passed by a barren village in gloomy weather. She suddenly felt something, and her faith was shaken.
There was the aura of a demon!
"How can there be demons in this mortal world? Without experts, there wouldn't be the rich energy of the Inner World to nourish it. Living beings shouldn't have the chance to gain wisdom. "
She stopped and slowly entered a simple and crude house.
"I've studied hard for three years, and I must serve the country. Now, martial artists run amok, and they don't care about the common people. Disasters happen all over the world. Outside the southern region, there are many mountains and rivers, and hidden demons eat people. In the northern region, there are barbarians of the grassland, and they are like tigers eyeing their prey."
A young scholar was constantly reading pages of a book.
She lowered her gaze and looked at a small white fox beside the scholar's table. Its eyes were dark, and it was dressed in old, gray human clothes. Only its head was exposed, and it was also reading with great interest. It was reading the Minor Computation Sutra.
Suddenly, the little fox's nerves stirred, and it hurriedly said in a simple voice, "Greetings … Exalted … Goddess."
The scholar shuddered, and he also turned his head to look at the girl in green who suddenly appeared at the door.
"The sky is going to rain, and I passed by this place, so I temporarily took shelter under the eaves." She smiled, ignoring the scholar and the little fox, and turned to look at the flower pot in the window sill. It was a World Tree.
"You are!?" The scholar could not help but exclaim.
"She is the Mother Green Vine. She said that the sky is going to rain, and the sky is her disciple …"
An explanation came from the side.
The scholar and the white fox shuddered, and their minds went blank!
The cute girl turned her head, and she followed the voice to sense the familiar aura. It was an old friend.
"Wood Wishes Come True …"
She looked at the World Tree potted on the window sill. This was Dao Changsheng's biological father, and she did not expect him to be so down and out. Once, on the World Tree, he was beaten up by Dao Changsheng in the Supreme Wood Sect, and after avenging his mother, he cut off all ties with him …
Swoosh …
Suddenly, heavy rain poured down, and the rain fell on the eaves, making the broken house sound continuously.
She looked at the old vine potted, and did not say anything.
"Mother Green Vine, I knew you would come …" The green vine said, "I have been waiting, waiting for almost a hundred years …"
"Why are you here?"
"Back then, I was the only Heavenly God who was not brought to the Celestial Court," Mu Wishes Come True explained in a low voice. Mu Yuancheng explained in a low voice, "They all knew about my relationship with the Heavenly Thearch, so no one dared to bring me along. As a god from the old era, I could only bring my wife and family to survive in the mortal world for hundreds of years …"
"Where is your family? Where are they now … "
"Humans … It's humans. They are slaying demons, and we were constantly being chased. I was too old, and my cultivation kept regressing. My wife was also a demon, but their cultivation was too low, and they were getting old. They could not take it anymore, and turned into ordinary plants and animals. I buried them by the side of the road."
"Our later years were too painful. We kept running, and in the end, only my daughter and I were left …"
Mu Yuancheng said, "Two years ago, I was subdued by the young swordsmen. I kept running and even lost my human form. Only my primordial spirit managed to escape, so I planted myself in a flower pot. I've been waiting, waiting …"
"I'm clearly about to die, but I'm still persevering, because I feel that I can't die so easily …" His voice was completely hoarse, and the Sect Leader of the secluded holy land actually began to sob. "I've used my entire life to pay for the mistakes I made back then, but the era that belongs to the Demon Race shouldn't end like this …"
His voice was extremely complicated, and he slowly stretched out a withered leaf, as if calling the little white fox over. "The mistakes of the father should not be passed on to the child. She is Dao Changsheng's brother and sister, so she should be the last demon in this world."
"Father …" The white fox in human clothes suddenly cried.
The Mother Green Vine looked at him. "According to your lifespan, you should have died long ago, so you persevered until now?"
"Yes." The extremely withered grey-black vine looked at the scenery outside the window, and its hoarse voice sounded emotionless. "I should have died long ago. Looking at the green-robed heroes, the Confucian scholars, and the lively Jianghu filled with disputes, I have been running like a crazy demon, wanting to escape from this world … I couldn't help but go to many places, looking for the traces of our Mythological Era, but I couldn't find them. You have all disappeared, hidden in the Heavenly Court, and I am the only one left."
"Whoosh!"
Outside the window, it suddenly rained heavily.
The raindrops fell on the green vine potted on the window, and the two mahogany windows were constantly being beaten by the storm, making cracking sounds.
"In this world, I am the only one left … There are no new people of the same kind. It is so cruel, and it makes me feel very lonely. I have been abandoned by the era." The green vine lowered its head, and its weak voice sounded again.
The cute girl was stunned.
"In fact, I am also about to die." In the sound of the storm, she suddenly sat down on the windowsill and looked at the vine.
"How can it be! Even the most ancient demon ancestor is about to leave? Could it be that the demon race can only exist in the Western Era's Mythological Era … The lifespan of a Great Emperor shouldn't end so soon. "Mu Yuancheng's voice was bitter.
"I haven't broken through to Celestial Emperor."
Suddenly, Mu Yuancheng fell silent.
The cute girl suddenly put down her pride and sat by the window. In the storm, she looked at the green vine potted plant and talked about the story of the Mythological Era. Mu Yuancheng also talked about his struggle for the throne when he was young, and how he got to know Qingyi Ran.
At that time, he had never wanted to be a heartless man. He was just pushed by the times and the sect, and he went with the flow. Gradually, his heart became cold, and under the guidance of his father, he inherited the Heaven Splitting Wood Sect and became the sect master.
"In this life, I betrayed the woman I once loved the most. Maybe I should have died long ago … However, I also feel that my life was worth it. Because without me, this evil person, there might not be a Celestial Emperor. No one could stand up and roar at the heavens. Perhaps the current era is different … Every era has its ups and downs. Who can calculate the gains and losses clearly?"
The rain became heavier and heavier, and Mu Yuancheng's voice became softer and softer until there was no sound. "Mother Earth … Maybe it's not that you can't break through as Heaven's teacher, but you feel that it doesn't matter in your heart, and you never pursue it. You feel that you have nothing to fear even if you die …"
Her body trembled as she looked at Mu Yuancheng's lifeless body. A faint sense of loneliness flashed in her heart.
"Maybe it's because I didn't do my best to break through. After Dao Changsheng and Green Deity left, I felt that it didn't matter." She seemed to have understood something, and her gaze moved past the green vine potted plant and looked at the rain outside the window.
Drip, drip …
Clear rainwater fell into the window sill, scattering clear white water droplets.
"Maybe the demon race is really going to decline."
She laughed self-mockingly as she stood in the dark room. The vermilion window was still beating with the rain, and the potted plant was completely silent.
Behind her, the young man who was studying and the little white fox trembled. They stood respectfully on the spot with their heads lowered.
Suddenly.
The green vine turned to look at the little white fox. "Once, I gave advice to an old man who wanted to go to heaven. He suppressed the era of the ancient gods … Later, a child became my disciple, and he became the Celestial Emperor, suppressing the era of witches. Now … Are you willing to become my disciple?"
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