Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 173: Various Appearances
Warm liquid wrapped around his body and consciousness. Xu Xuan slowly opened his eyes and saw a white light.

Gradually, I could hear sounds of people walking around, men and women laughing and talking, but the sounds were indistinct.

"It's a boy."

After the sound was heard, everything disappeared, and his consciousness returned, but he was still sinking in the lake.

"It was in my previous life."

Xu Xuan felt something in his heart. He was still himself, but the unpredictable water of reincarnation enveloped him and dragged him into a deeper and deeper place. His mind sank again and he came to another place.

Before my eyes was a boundless, icy sea, with glowing glaciers standing in the distance. The sky was dim, and purple thunder was generated on the sea, rushing into the sky, and then returning, in an unchanging cycle.

Xu Xuan was wearing a purple fairy robe and a shining seven-star crown. At this moment, he was standing at the extreme point of the thunder cycle. Beside him were the Great Lake Thunder Dragon, the Chaos God, the Rainbow Horse Thunder Chariot, the Heavenly Drum Kuiyin and other images.

Countless eyes were looking at him. He had a calm expression and silently looked at the world. When he spoke, his voice was a clear masculine one.

"[Shang Yu], today I will be seeking gold in the North Sea. I have invited all the Taoists to come and observe the ceremony."

The spiritual sword rotating with black and white energy was summoned, yin and yang collided, a wisp of dark green energy flowed through it, and thunder came out.

Vast and endless memories and history enveloped Xu Xuan. His short life was not enough to resist it. Everything seemed to be predetermined, erasing his existence bit by bit.

Xu Xuan gradually began to accept that he was just a reincarnation. His ignorance was broken. Everything in this life was just a speck of dust and a wisp of smoke. Everything he loved and hated was not worth mentioning.

The mountain gate, the master, the hatred, the fellow Taoists, these insignificant things gradually faded away, and the vast history and memories overwhelmed him. He even felt that from an infinite height, the cardinal of the world's thunder was calling him.

"[Shangyu] reincarnated as me."

As soon as this thought came to mind, boundless clear air surged in, and the white jade immortal tablet suppressed it, completely shattering these scenes. Xu Xuan came back to his senses, feeling a chill in his heart. The lake continued to drag him down, and the immortal light was rising, extremely dazzling.

This time it seemed to have reached its limit. Xu Xuan opened his eyes again and saw a vast chaotic energy. Some living creatures walked out of it and fell into this ancient history, and then everything dissipated.

The illusory and transparent lake water kept changing under the reflection of the fairy light, gradually lifting Xu Xuan upwards, and his consciousness sank again.

He opened his eyes and saw snow falling everywhere. He was shivering from the cold. He could hear the cries of men, women, young and old. His hands were frozen stiff as he was lifting something.

"Boy, hold it steady."

The person next to him shouted sternly, and he opened his eyes and returned to his youth, helping people carry corpses. Fuxue Mountain had just been broken, and he had not yet practiced Taoism.

His clothes were thin and his lips were purple from the cold. He steadied himself and helped lift the heavy corpse. As the wind and snow fell, hope gradually rose in Xu Xuan's heart.

He was waiting for someone, waiting for his master to come.

After waiting for a long time, no one came. The Qi Sea was empty and the so-called immortal monument had long disappeared. From time to time, streams of light passed by in the sky. The villagers of Baigang bowed down and thanked the immortal together.

Xu Xuan tried his best to look far away, hoping to see his master, but the wind and snow were so strong that he felt stiff with cold.

Someone came up behind him. It was a farmer with a tanned face. He patted him and said:
"You kid, when you're done with your work, hurry up and go to the village to prepare the feast. Why are you standing there like an idiot?"

Xu Xuan turned around and saw a familiar face, it was Liu Shengshui. Seeing Xu Xuan standing there blankly, he felt worried and came to check on him.

"Uncle Shengshui, I'm fine."

"What's wrong? Are you freezing cold? It's been cold these past few days, so you can stay at my house and help me look after the animals. But don't think about staying here forever. Leave as soon as spring comes."

Xu Xuan shook his head and stood there quietly, which made the man a little anxious.

As the wind and snow stopped and the sky brightened, a figure seemed to flash by at the entrance of the village. The light of a sword reflected by it made Xu Xuan's breath catch.

"Uncle, please go back. I have something to do."

Xu Xuan's frozen legs began to swing rapidly again, the blood in his body became hot, and he ran out. Liu Shengshui behind him wanted to catch up, but he twisted his waist and had to stand still.

"It's freezing outside, what are you doing?"

When Liu Shengshui saw that this young man had gone crazy, he hurriedly called out to him.

"I'm asking for the immortal's advice."

Xu Xuan replied with a smile, his voice full of youthful spirit, and ran towards the wind and snow.

He ran faster and faster, every step stepping on the solid frozen soil. At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and he lost his direction and light. Xu Xuan just relied on his memory to go towards Luo Qing.

The blood in his body grew hotter and hotter, and the hot air he exhaled turned into frost and snow in the cold wind, and then he fell headfirst.

Luo Qing was still very far away. For a cultivator who was riding the wind in the clouds, this distance could be reached in an instant, but for a teenager in his teens, it was too far.

He should have been more strategic and patient. Without the immortal tablet, he would just be an ordinary mortal.

Xu Xuan slowly stood up. He could no longer feel the cold, nor his limbs. He just shouted loudly into the cold wind:
"Master, Master!"

This is futile. He should understand that he and his master have never met in this life, so what is the point of shouting like this?
As the wind and snow stopped, a bright golden sun rose in the cold night. A Taoist priest wearing a dark black robe and with long eyebrows and kind eyes descended from the night sky, and his warm magic power surrounded Xu Xuan.

"Are you calling me?"

There was a smile on the other person's clumsy face, and the eight-sided ancient sword on his back emitted bright light in the night, illuminating the surroundings.

Looking down at the mysterious mirror, Xu Xuan's spiritual root was reflected. Without the blessing of the two seal characters, it was barely six inches.

"Your aptitude is acceptable. Come, follow me into the mountains."

Whether this was a true rebirth or an illusion, Xu Xuan didn't know. He was just led by the person in front of him towards the familiar Luo Qing.

Without the immortal tablet and the heavenly tower, all the spells and seal scripts that Xu Xuan remembered were gone, and he could not recall anything. He remained diligent and devoted himself to the way of the sword, which was the only thing he could hold on to. Wen Fufeng was quite satisfied with this disciple, but he did not place too much expectations or pressure on him. With a six-inch spiritual root, it would probably be difficult to even establish a foundation.

Day after day, until Wen Si'an was born, Xu Xuan finally remembered "Master's Wife". Her face was still blurry. She was holding a baby and said with a smile:
"Xuan'er, you have a junior sister now."

Xu Xuan looked at the child, who had a ruddy complexion, wrapped in brocade, with bright eyes and abundant spiritual energy, except for his lower body.
He looked down and saw that what was beneath the brocade was not the legs and feet of a newborn baby, but half of a dragon-snake body covered with fine white scales, emitting a bright light, just as described in [Fu Yi Gu].

Some force concealed Wen Sian's abnormality until she gradually grew legs and walked on the ground. Xu Xuan still could not remember her mother's appearance. The memory of this part gradually disappeared, and she never saw this master's wife again, and no one around her noticed.

Xu Xuan began to practice sword skills desperately. Almost no one knew why this true disciple of his master, who was so powerful, had to risk his life to fight against monsters again and again.

This process would be repeated every time he died. Xu Xuan had no idea how many times he had been reincarnated. He became more and more devoted to the way of the sword. Even without the immortal tablet, he continued to move forward and went very far.

Until one day, the sharp sword energy emerged spontaneously and moved according to the heart, even earlier than the realization in the previous life!

What followed was blood and fire, sweeping across the seven Qingwei Mountains and even the Dajingyuan. The master was nowhere to be found, and the entire mountain gate turned into hell amid the howling monsters. Only a few people survived.

"Now, let's rebuild the mountain gate."

In the ruins, Xu Xuan spoke in a firm voice and looked at Wang Qiyun and Wen Sian beside him.

"From now on, I will be the head."

He grasped Hengguang, and the sword light fell, cutting off all the chaos of the past, and walked towards the distant and unpredictable future with the people around him.

He only had a sword, only a sword. The sword art left by his master was the only thing he could rely on. He didn't have any fifth-grade magic or a strong physique. He poured everything into the sword art.

Black Wind Valley, Lotus Temple, Wuhuang, etc., relying on the prophet's memory, he died several times and came back from reincarnation, but he also realized a more secret inheritance from "Chongyang Sword Interpretation", which is the method of transforming Qi left by his master.

[The Essentials of Fuyi Sword Qi], the transformations of dragons and snakes, the transformations of yin and yang, were left by ancient sages, and only the [Fengxuan Huaqi Magical Method] is missing.

Every time he reincarnated, he quickly comprehended the sword energy, and his speed increased a lot, but the only stage he could not get through was the one where he would fight and kill Zuo Hemo. Regardless of whether he won or lost, he would eventually be refined into a witch magic sword.

[Hengguang] True Lord has not appeared!
No matter how he struggled, at most both of them would lose their lives, but he himself would surely die.

Xu Xuan has forgotten how he came here. He is immersed in reincarnation again and again, unable to get out. His mind and self are gradually eroding, and he is almost melting in this illusory water of reincarnation, unable to return again.

When he was about to defeat Zuo Hemo for the last time, his mind became more and more turbid, and he could hardly maintain his self-control. He quietly waited for the last moment to come, and he could never get out of this cycle of reincarnation.

"Xu Xuan, wake up."

Someone was calling his name, the tone urgent, across the endless cycle.

"Who?"

The [Fengxuan Sword Qi] from the sky has already come out from the void. Zuo Hemo fainted on the ground, but Xu Xuan was picked up and was about to turn into a gray-white spiritual sword.

Everything is still. The True Lord [Heng Guang] has not arrived yet, but the six reincarnation discs are revealed. The ancient Buddha stands in the center of the heavenly wheel. The karma and retribution cycle continuously, running through all the reincarnations and condensing them into one. Xu Xuan's true self walked out of this vast reincarnation and did not fall when faced with disaster.

Endless blood flowers floated up, and the Mandala divine pattern locked him tightly. He finally remembered who the voice belonged to, and shouted loudly:

"Tian Tuo!"

The pure white mysterious light penetrated, and the three scenes of the sun, moon and stars changed, and finally turned into a chaotic hole, calling him back.

His mind seemed to have returned, and he came to a place similar to the scenery inside the Qi Sea. The Thunder Lake was vast, and a thunder tree stood tall, reaching into the sea of clouds, but the thunder dragon, the divine man, and the calamity pool were no longer there.

From the Thunder Lake, another vague human figure appeared, all of them were Xu Xuan's appearance. He looked at them intently and felt a sense of intuition. It was the so-called [later generation]

Some of them were surrounded by thunder, and had become immortal generals of the Thunder Palace. Thunder and fire were swirling on their swords, and their lives were connected to the immortal light that exuded the aura of end and extinction, and they were no longer free.

There are also those with a majestic dragon aura, which reveal their true form as a dark grey dragon, driving away thunder and lightning, and completely transforming into a dragon, illuminated by the mysterious light. Beside it is a scarlet divine crow, which lands on the dragon's head and stays there quietly.

Some people possess several sword energies, which are constantly changing and each one is different. A black and white sword box hangs high above them. They control the sword intent of others, use shortcuts through magic, and have terrifying killing power.

There were also people stepping on purple thunder, with chaotic light emanating from their sides. That person was also Xu Xuan, who had now completely transformed into another kind of creature, accepting the so-called reincarnation.

There are even those who have cultivated into Bing Fire, Ren Water, etc., all of them are Xu Xuan, and all possibilities are manifested.

Tian Tuo's voice sounded again, his tone had never been so serious, and with some expectation and worry, he said in a deep voice:

"Now, I want you to eliminate all these erroneous future lives, leaving only the present possibility. Can you do it?"

Xu Xuan exhaled lightly, and all the magic weapons on his body disappeared, leaving only a [Dan Thunder]. His immortal foundation was shaken, and he looked at the figures in front of him and just smiled.

"You can see it."

[Dan Ting] changed from silver to dark black, and then to bright white, and now it has changed again. The dark black sword body is the base, with purple and white thunder patterns appearing. The Big Dipper is engraved on it, and the Tiangang position is clear.

The sword spirit manifested, and the Thunder Falcon turned completely black, with the shape of a Sky Peng surrounded by the two thunders of Zhenshe, engraved on the hilt.

Xu Xuan held the sword and pointed it forward, and many figures slowly looked over.

A majestic and lofty artistic conception lingers above the magic sword, and the thunder circulates back and forth, coming from an extremely righteous intention, like desolate clouds in the sky and a long, bleak wind, stretching across this place.

It transcends image and is so great that it cannot be limited. It finds its center and the principle is complete and perfect. Xu Xuan has penetrated the cycle of reincarnation and has already established himself at the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Sword intent.

He drew his sword with a smile, and killed many future lives and so-called possibilities together. Purple thunder roared, and the sword intent patrolled the sky, cutting the vast swamp open.

(End of this chapter)