The years I was in the human world

On a night with howling cold winds, the gods were guarding a fire, and they lived in rare peace.

Qingjun appeared to be somewhat relaxed; the cold and quiet winter night made him feel very good. Moreover, the disturbances in the incident had nothing to do with him. He did not care and did not pay attention. His palms with iron knuckles supported a cold and sharp face, and he waited with glee for the show to begin.

The God of Spring repeatedly looked at the bright moon in the distance, his expression uneasy and his face pale.

Taihuang also looked at the figure standing tall in the moonlight, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally remained silent.

Xia Si and Qiu Guan looked at each other, both with doubts hidden in their eyes, and rationally did not say anything.

The Demon Ancestor was in a disheveled state, leaning against a pillar and gasping for breath. His sword, which had invincible powers throughout the world, was broken into two pieces.

The Human Emperor's scrutinizing eyes swept across the gods present. Suddenly, as if he understood something, he smiled. The goose feather fan covered half of his face, revealing only his curved eyebrows and eyes.

Finally, the Goddess of Spring could no longer bear the silence, and she said, "Xuan Du, since you are here, why hide yourself?" No one answered.

Xia Si frowned upon hearing this and asked softly, "Moon Lord?"

Qiu Guan lowered his eyes and said, "Maybe."

Anyone who looked at the attitude of the gods could tell that the newcomers were definitely not good people.

The Demon Ancestor took a deep breath, glanced at the broken sword on the ground, and knowing that it was useless, he said, "I can't beat him." He didn't know who he was saying this to.

"Is that so?" The Human Emperor turned the fan in her hand. She still looked nonchalant, except that her fingertips were pinching the fan ribs, which were a little white.

Qing Jun threw the dead branch in his hand into the fire. His smoky grey eyes were extremely cold, and his sharp eyebrows were like the jagged cliffs of a snowy mountain, showing an incomparable ruthlessness and sharpness. An immortal who entered the Tao through killing was unheard of since ancient times. No one knew how cold and hard his heart was. He glanced at the pale face of the God of Spring and said lightly, "God of Spring, you have lost your composure. The Sad Red Mirror can see clearly. It is you who is hiding something."

The God of Spring looked at Qing Jun and sneered, his expression fierce: "Qing Jun, you have nothing to do with this matter, how dare you blame me? Or when did you change your temper and want to seek justice? Besides, what have I done wrong?"

Xia Si had always been at odds with her, and he looked down on her for doing what she wanted. Hearing this, without waiting for Qing Jun to refute, he said, "You are not wrong. What is wrong is the rotation of the four seasons in this world. There is no need for spring, summer, autumn and winter. It is your turn to rotate the seasons alone!"

Qiu Guan secretly glared at him, wishing she could cover her mouth: "Xia Si, what's the situation? Why are you competing with her?"

The Human Emperor waved her fan happily. She glanced at the tense atmosphere among the gods and gently said, "We are all family. Why should we be so incompatible? Don't quarrel and make me angry."

After the Human Emperor finished speaking, the Goddess of Spring looked at her with fear, and then she became quiet. Qingjun crossed her legs and looked at her expressionlessly, with only a little interest in her eyes. He walked the path of cruelty and murder, and also took care of the coming and going of the afterlife. He had a cold and ruthless heart, and was invulnerable to swords and guns, but he just liked to watch other people's fun and add insult to injury. It was completely unlike his face that was spotless.

After seeing enough of the panic of the God of Spring, Xia Si's anger, Qiu Guan's forbearance, and the excitement between the Human Emperor and the demon clan, he picked up the Sad Wind Sword beside him and stood up. He looked back at everyone mockingly and said, "It's clearly to settle my account, but you are all so anxious and busy. Are you guilty?"

Qingjun's words were truly arrogant. Even if he had committed evil deeds, he could still make it sound like an achievement. The other gods were naturally angry, but now that Xuandu was there to settle accounts with him, there was no need for the others to interfere. Just like Qingjun had laughed at them just now, they just went to watch Qingjun's fun.

Qingjun snorted coldly, holding the Sad Wind Sword and walked out of the palace. The biting cold wind blew up the strands of hair on his forehead, making him look a little bit adrift. Under the bright moon, someone was waiting for him.

"Xiao Yueheng." Qingjun stood in front of the door holding a sword, and casually greeted Xuandu. His smoky gray eyes were as cold as snow. He looked distant, yet arrogant. He drew out the Sad Wind Sword, casually made a sword flower, and looked at Xuandu with pity. "Heaven chooses its master. Those who are destined will no longer have seven emotions and six desires, and will all return to heaven. I will give you 10,000 years, let me see how far you can go."

Qingjun thought that they were all hunters who wanted to compete for the first place in the Heavenly Dao, but now his karma of killing was too heavy, and he was about to experience the calamity, so he first went down to the human world to suffer the karma, and 10,000 years was considered as the deadline. Then his long robe and wide sleeves fluttered, and the Sad Wind Sword passed through his neck, and as he cut his own throat, the Sad Wind Sword broke with a sound. Every person who wanted to pursue the Heavenly Dao started by killing himself.

Qing Jun's body fell into the mortal world and was buried under the endless yellow earth of the old capital of the Immortal Nation. Xiao Yueheng lowered his eyes and looked at the collapsed Yuluan Palace. Suddenly he smiled softly and said to himself: "The Heavenly Dao chooses its master, and it chooses Axue. How can you and I fight? Besides, what's the good of being the heartless and ruthless Heavenly Dao above the Nine Heavens?"

However, Xiao Yueheng thought about it again and seemed to understand. Others were all practicing the ruthless way. They were equally ruthless to all living beings and themselves. It might not be important to them whether they were gods or the way of heaven. As for Qingjun, a person who entered the way of killing, how could he take the lives of others if he did not put his own life and death behind him? He was just a madman who was obsessed with pursuing strength. How could he be judged as an ordinary person?

Lord Xuandu, standing at the boundary between gods and humans, intimidated all gods and coaxed the Snow God who intended to compete for the way of heaven into entering the mortal world. Then he captured his soul, tore off a monster skin, and made him come back as the Snow God without a name, position, or consciousness. He was cold-hearted and cruel in killing people who entered the mortal world, but after forgetting his past, he developed a sentimental and compassionate heart, and suffered the pain of seeking but not getting for ten thousand years.

Xuan Du deceived the gods under their noses. Qing Jun's corpse entered the mortal world and caused a stir. The mortal world saw the road to the gods. Xuan Du looked at the greedy faces on the pillars of heaven, and suddenly smiled. He took away the Moon-killing Sword guarding the pass and personally released the Wuxian people. The way of heaven has existed for too long, so long that it has its own will and is no longer fair and selfless. Those who hold power should not have extra thoughts.

Xuan Du looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes flashed with the suffering of all living beings, and he saw the final outcome of fate. Perhaps, he was going to do something extremely outrageous.

A hundred years of human life pass in the blink of an eye.

The old capital of the Immortal Kingdom has always been a place where monks from all walks of life come and go. It is rumored that whoever finds the door to the immortal formation can gain immortality. Since ancient times, people have been exploring here in a bustling stream. One hundred and ninety-three years ago, Zhongting united all parties to create a god, and the false god Lu Zhouxue died tragically here. Although he never really ascended to the throne of god, his immortal power moistened the earth after his death. Various immortal secrets, Taoist magic tools were left in the spiritual sea, forming an immortal cave filled with spiritual treasures from heaven and earth.

Monks from all sides flocked to this place and have competed for hundreds of years just to seek a chance on the road of cultivation. However, since this is the place where gods destroyed, it was originally a place where good and bad people mixed together. Immortal caves were built, but the outer edge was full of mazes and was extremely dangerous. Those who had no cultivation established entered without permission, and often ended up with no body left and their souls destroyed. Therefore, this place has become a place for major sects to bring their disciples to train.

On a river beach ten miles away from the Land of God's Destruction, the night fell, and the moonlight stared coldly at the empty sand. The purple bamboo forests on both sides exuded an indescribable weirdness. A young man with a gloomy and gloomy expression was burning a bag of paper money for the dead on the river beach, and in front of him was an open scroll with some strange symbols drawn crookedly on it. After a while, he dripped blood on the scroll and muttered something, vaguely praying to someone.

After a long while, there was no movement. The young man became confused and his expression changed from expectation to disappointment. Finally, he muttered to himself unwillingly: "Why... why is it useless? Could it be that the Ghost King doesn't allow it? No, he shouldn't recognize me in this life."

Normally, this young man should have summoned the evil ghost long ago, because it was not uncommon to use a summoning scroll to summon ghosts, make a wish and pay a corresponding price. It could be said that this was commonplace. But today was different. His scroll did not summon ghosts wandering in the human world, but evil spirits suffering torture in hell.

The ferocious evil ghost had just come out of hell, and before he had time to enjoy the offerings from the young man, he was intercepted by a ghost fairy who had just awakened from a deep sleep. The ghost fairy climbed out of the river that had suddenly turned abnormally scarlet and was accompanied by ghosts and wolves howling. He glanced at the cause and effect of the young man, raised his eyes, and said coldly: "I accept your commission."

What crawled out of the bloody purgatory-like river was not a hideous evil ghost. Instead, the young man saw the crimson robe with gilded patterns on his body first. His black hair was loose, but he did not look disheveled. Instead, he revealed an unparalleled arrogance. He was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, with its edge fully exposed.

The young man looked at the evil ghost he "summoned" with vigilance, he knew his own level, it was true that the scroll could summon evil ghosts, but it definitely could not summon a person like this. Although he was dressed in an evil manner and had a murderous aura as strong as the light of a sharp sword, his vast righteousness was not fake, and he was indeed walking on the right path. What kind of person was he, who could be so righteous and evil?

The ghost fairy walked up to the young man and saw that he was full of resentment at a young age. It was obvious that the karma from his previous life had not been resolved, and he still retained his past memories when he was reincarnated. He was even more emaciated than those evil ghosts who died unjustly. The ghost fairy lowered his eyes and looked at him for a moment, and suddenly said, "I recognize you."

"Senior, are you joking? I am just an unknown person, how could you recognize me?" The young man was very cautious about the ghost fairy. It is said that it is easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away. The other party's strength was far beyond his expectations and was beyond his control. The young man dealt with the ghost fairy carefully, while thinking in his heart how to get rid of him without angering him.

"If Chunhui Jun is a nobody, then wouldn't everyone in the world be as humble as grass?" The ghost immortal casually threw a stone in the young man's heart. His eyes glided across the young man's face. He picked up the soul-summoning scroll that the other party had thrown on the ground and shook it gently. "As a reward for awakening me, I will take care of your karma and redress your grievances. If you want to follow the supreme sword path, I will teach you personally."

As the ghost fairy finished speaking, a breeze blew away his hair, revealing a pair of smoky gray eyes. Half of his face was as if painted in ink, handsome and sharp, with cold eyebrows like a piece of snow on a branch; the other half of his face was covered with scars, intertwined on his face like fine fishing lines.

Lin Xiyang met those cold eyes and was stunned for a moment. There was no worldly desire in them, only deep indifference and pure ambition to pursue the great way. To have such a pair of eyes, one must be extraordinary. Moreover, the ghost fairy could see through his identity at a glance, so what he said was certainly not an exaggeration. Lin Xiyang knew that he had no chance of hiding anything from the other party, so he frankly admitted: "What is the price I have to pay?"

The conditions offered by the Ghost Immortal were so generous that the price that Lin Xiyang had to pay would certainly not be small. However, since he had chosen this evil path in the eyes of others, he had already burned his boats and was naturally determined to give up everything. He had already made up his mind that as long as the Ghost Immortal could really resolve his karmic grievances as promised, it would not matter if he died and had no afterlife.

"I want your soul." The ghost fairy placed his fingertips on Lin Xiyang's brow and planted a rune that controls life and death. The blood-red talisman was imprinted into Lin Xiyang's soul, and the contract was reached.

"May I know what your name is, senior?" Lin Xiyang calmed himself down, ignored the feeling of being controlled by others deep in his soul, and bowed respectfully to the ghost fairy. With the ability of the other party, no matter if he was a demon cultivator or an evil ghost, he should have a name.

The ghost fairy stared at him for a moment without saying a word, until Lin Xiyang couldn't help but ask with a puzzled look on his face: "Senior?"

"I accidentally dropped something in Qishan, so I asked you to pick it up, didn't I?" The ghost fairy retracted his gaze, walked past Lin Xiyang, and casually transformed a hairpin decorated with red jade into a hairpin to tie up his hair. He said in a light tone, "If it weren't for the Phoenix Tempering of this Lord, how could you have tempered a body that could ascend to the Great Dao, and how could you be reincarnated as you wish after death? According to the rules of the human world, this is also considered a rebirth. You should call me Master."

"Senior, are you saying--" Lin Xiyang widened his eyes in astonishment. The secret realm of Phoenix Ridge in Qishan is actually another immortal cave, but he is the only one who has entered the deepest part of the cave, so he is the only one who knows about this. In his early years, Lin Xiyang's aptitude was actually average. Before he became a disciple of Baili Changqing, he had accidentally broken in. However, at that time he was still a young master of aristocratic family and had no intention of pursuing the great Dao, so he did not take it to heart.

Later, due to some reasons, his country was destroyed and his family was ruined. In order to seek revenge, he had to hide his identity and embark on the path of cultivation. However, his aptitude was mediocre and he was not accepted by the major sects at the beginning. When he was desperate, he remembered the immortal cave he had accidentally entered before. After relying on the souls in the immortal cave to temper his soul and body, he had the qualifications of a so-called genius and was subsequently accepted as a disciple by Baili Changqing.

Later, the Immortal Sect learned that he took away the Phoenix Tempering, which was actually his third visit to Qishan. If the cave that hid the natural treasures and the Phoenix Tempering belonged to the ghost immortal in front of him, then this phrase of "rebirth" is indeed not an exaggeration.

Seeing that Lin Xiyang was still a little unconvinced, the Ghost Immortal did not argue, but turned over his palm, and hanging in the air was a ball of pure Phoenix Quenching Fire. The Ghost Immortal generously tapped the Quenching Fire into Lin Xiyang's brow, and said in a light tone: "The previous strand in the cave has been used up with your reincarnation, so I will give you another one to save your life when necessary."

He looked so casual, as if what he was giving away was not a magical object that could revive the dead and turn bones into flesh, but an ordinary life-saving item. If those small families who had fought each other to death for a few spiritual objects knew about this, they would surely beat their chests and cry out that it was a waste of resources.

"Thank you, Master!" Lin Xiyang knelt down neatly. The ghost fairy patted his head gently. A hint of compassion flashed across his smoky gray eyes as he opened and closed them: "Good disciple, no need to be polite."