The immortal is beside me

Chapter 71 All things resonate, and life continues

The flames illuminated the entire square. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the phoenix spread its wings, and its huge body transformed into a ball of dazzling red-gold fire, enveloping the figure in front of it, and rushed up like a meteor flying against the sky.

Strong light and hot wind flashed before their eyes, and everyone in the Super Research Institute on the branches subconsciously raised their hands to cover their faces.

When they put down their hands, the meteor-like flames had dissipated. Looking up, they saw that the king of demons had returned to his throne again, but this time there was an extra figure on the throne.

He stood on the highest branch, looking out at the vast green mountains and clear waters in the distance, the rice fields by the water swaying in the wind, the school beside the tree filled with the sound of reading, the prosperous market and the houses full of people.

That was the scenery he had seen in various places in the human world over the past thousand years. Now it was broken into scattered pieces and scattered in this paradise. It looked like the human world, but it was a different world.

The wind blew from high in the sky, lifting the man's clothes and the phoenix's feathers. The phoenix folded its wings and stood beside him, its golden eyes reflecting the vast mountains and rivers.

"Master, am I doing well?"

The voice transmission echoed again in the spiritual platform. Zhou Qing turned his eyes and saw the bird beside him still looking at him, the expectation in its eyes still the same as thousands of years ago.

He nodded slightly and smiled, "Well done."

From the moment he entered this demon kingdom, he could feel the feedback from his soul. With the offerings of the demons, the fluctuations in his soul that had made him sleepy subsided a bit. A rough feeling showed that the recovery time was shortened by several months.

As I heard before, the world created by the bird did help him.

At his words, the sky over the Demon Nation seemed to brighten a bit, and the entire golden sycamore tree's branches and leaves trembled joyfully. After a while, the phoenix seemed to remember something, and the sound transmission in its spiritual platform resurfaced.

"By the way, Immortal, after you left, I have always kept the thing you left behind. Now that you are back, Immortal, please return it to its original owner."

Scarlet feathers flew out from between the golden sycamore leaves, interweaving like human fingers, holding a pale green object within. Zhou Qing turned his head to look, a thin shadow reflected in his eyes.

It was a green jade flute.

Akabane took over and handed the jade flute to him, floating lightly in the air.

Zhou Qing stretched out his hand, and the jade flute slowly fell into his palm, allowing him to caress it carefully.

This was something Ye Qiansheng gave him.

At first, he casually said that he wanted to learn to play the flute for fun. But on the second day after returning to the Immortal Alliance, Ye Qiansheng sent this jade flute to his residence. The shape was very similar to hers.

Time has passed, but the object is still as bright and clean as it was at the beginning, except that the person who gave the flute has been dead for more than a thousand years.

He looked at it quietly for a moment, placed the jade flute to his lips, exhaled, and began to play.

The melodious sound of the flute echoed through the jungle and lingered in the empty mountains. In the reverberating sound, the grass and trees on the mountain fluttered up, and all things in the mountain burst into life, buds sprouted from the cracked soil, and dead trees bloomed.

A few miles away, people walking on the street suddenly looked up at the same time, and saw thousands of birds flying across the sky under the dome, dancing and circling among the green mountains at the end, and their continuous cries were like the sound of thousands of pipa.

Kunshan jade broken phoenix screamed, Furong cried and dew Xianglan laughed.

The wind picked up the rhythm of the flute, carrying them to all four corners of the vast cave. In the center, beneath the enormous golden sycamore tree, the previously restless demons quieted down, bathing in the clear flute music.

All of this was seen by the people at the Transcendental Research Institute on the branches. None of them dared to speak, instead they all looked up at the figure on the platform intently.

One thousand three hundred years later, the immortal of old returned to Mount Qishan, but this time he brought not killing but resonance and endless life for all things.

Many years later, researchers from later generations witnessed the legend unfold, but it was no longer the same legend as before. Beneath the setting sun, the mountains shone with lush green, and the birdsong echoed through the forest, its echoes lingering through the mountains.

Soon, the sound of the flute faded away, the birdsong subsided, and the vitality that was surging like a raging wave turned into a gurgling stream, flowing quietly among the green hills.

The song ends and people disperse, but all things in the world remain forever.

Seven hours later, at the headquarters of the Institute of Super-Research, the office of Cheng Xiaomeng's research team.

The office door was suddenly opened, and the bang made everyone in the office look up. They saw Cheng Xiaomeng, who had returned, standing at the door with a camera in her hand.

"Hey, Sister Cheng, you're back from the Demon Country."

The person closest to the door stepped forward to greet her, but suddenly noticed that the team leader's face was extremely subtle at this time, with an expression between gloomy and anxious, as if he had not just returned from an exploration of the Demon Kingdom, but was about to rush to the fire scene.

"Where's Zou Peng? Where's Zou Peng?"

She strode into the office and looked around: "Call Zou Peng over, right now."

Zou Peng, deputy leader of the research team, was assigned the task of strategic-level assessment before the exploration in Qishan.

The researcher next to him looked puzzled. "Brother Zou? He's with the main team to investigate that strategic level. Sister Cheng, why don't you wait for him to come back?"

"Investigate at the strategic level? Do we still need them to investigate? The results are already clear!"

Cheng Xiaomeng raised the camera in her hand and said, "We have captured the exact image of that powerful being named Zhou Qing in the Demon Country."

"The exploration team has just compared the person in the image. The characteristics of the cultivator named Zhou Qing are consistent with those in the database. Perhaps he is not... He should be the 'immortal' revered by the Demon Emperor Phoenix over a thousand years ago."

The moment those words fell, the whole room erupted in an uproar. Everyone in the office crowded around to see the footage captured by the camera.

Although they were not qualified to go to the Demon Kingdom for exploration, the name of the Demon King Phoenix was definitely known to everyone in the Super Research Institute, and the legend of "The Demon King and the Immortal" was naturally well-known.

However, before this, they had only regarded the story as a folk legend, or at most as a historical story, but now the legendary historical figure actually appeared in front of the camera, making people feel as if the Terracotta Warriors had come to life.

"Hurry up and ask Zou Peng to come back. I need to check the information of that powerful person with him. I can't wait even a minute."

Cheng Xiaomeng pulled out her cell phone, quickly found Zou Peng's number, and dialed it. However, after trying several times, all she got was a message saying, "The user you are dialing is busy. Please try again later."

A researcher nearby tried to comfort her: "Sister Cheng, Brother Zou and the others have been gone for a while. It doesn't take long to replace the materials. Why don't we try again later?"

"Not a little while longer? Of course it's not! Very bad!"

Cheng Xiaomeng raised her voice, "Now his news has spread throughout the institute's leadership. Even the director has been fired. All the topics related to him have been snatched up by other groups like crazy. If we're any later, we won't even have a bowl of soup!"

She was yelling, pacing back and forth, repeatedly dialing the phone number. Just as she was getting annoyed, a cautious voice rang out.

"Um, Sister Cheng"

Cheng Xiaomeng turned around and saw that the person who had spoken was Qin Jiajia. She was holding the camera, watching the footage with a complicated expression.

"Regarding Zhou Qing's matter, I might be able to offer some ideas."

(End of this chapter)