I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

After Lingxu Palace surrounded the capital, it did not attack the city immediately, but cut off water and food supplies in an attempt to consume it first.

Today, the outskirts of the Yuan Dynasty's capital are blocked by enemy troops so densely packed that there is no end in sight. Not even a bird can escape.

The two sides remained in a stalemate for nearly a year, and eventually the city ran out of food and cholera broke out.

Seeing that the time had come, the enemy ordered their troops to attack the city.

The seemingly indestructible formation began to crumble under the attack of Lingxu Palace and only lasted for three hours.

Sang Qingshan broke into the palace alone and fought with Dao Zun in the sky.

Huge noises came from the clouds, as dull as thunder.

Tang Zheng knew that this was not a solution, so Crown Prince Tang Yu asked for orders and led the Imperial Guards and Qiantian Guards to fight their way out of the predicament for the emperor.

After killing over ten thousand enemies, Crown Prince Tang Yu died in the enemy camp, and more than 30,000 imperial guards and Qiantian guards all died for their country.

The hole that had just been torn was instantly repaired by the enemy.

Taoist Mingxu, Shouyuan Shouqing, Li Fengshu Jianqing and other disciples of Fuzhen Temple, led by Zhu Miao, protected the royal family members and fought and retreated, suffering heavy casualties.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the sky, and everyone's eardrums were aching.

A figure broke through the clouds.

He had an old face, was covered in blood, and had a look of joy at having his revenge.

Yan Xiu had disheveled hair and was wearing a tattered green robe. He was held in Sang Qingshan's hand, looking lifeless.

Sang Qingshan used his hand as a knife to cut off his head and raised it high above his head. The sound echoed over the capital like the mighty power of heaven.

"The Taoist Master is dead. If you surrender quickly, you can save your life. Otherwise, you will suffer the same fate as him!"

When everyone saw clearly, everyone's face showed deep anger and sadness.

When Taoist Mingxu saw this scene, he vomited a mouthful of black blood and fainted.

Countless disciples of Fuzhen Temple cried bitterly, roared, and rushed towards the enemy, and eventually died tragically.

Tang Zheng stared at the figure in the air, his body trembling constantly, and a look of death in his eyes.

He grabbed a long sword, pushed through the crowd and rushed towards Sang Qingshan.

Seeing this, Sang Qingshan sneered and looked up at Dayuan Mountain from a distance.

Suddenly, Dayuan Mountain was lifted up from the ground by a vast force, and fell towards the emperor, Zhu Miao and other disciples of Fuzhen Temple like a mountain.

After a loud bang, everything returned to calm.

Even the mirror shattered into countless pieces as Dayuan Mountain fell.

After reading it, Yan Xiu felt so angry that his throat felt sweet and blood spurted out.

He didn't believe what happened in the mirror and thought it was a fantasy made up by Sang Qingshan in order to trap him here forever.

Yan Xiu stopped thinking and continued to look for the flaw in the strange formation.

Time flies like an arrow.

Yan Xiu has been trapped here for who knows how many years, and the strange formation that relies on the power of heaven and earth is moving increasingly slowly.

Rumbling--

One day, thunder suddenly sounded in the basin.

Yan Xiu broke the strange formation in one move and flew out in the thick dust raised by the collapse of mountains and the crack of the earth.

He found a village and asked the people who were farming.

"Old man, I have something to ask..."

Hearing the sound, the old farmer put down his farm tools and looked up.

When he saw the person clearly, he couldn't help but scold: "Do you know how to speak? I'm not even forty this year, look at yourself, you're not an old man."

After saying that, he continued to plow the fields.

Yan Xiu was shocked when he heard this and hurried to the surface to check.

I saw myself reflected in the water, my hair was as white as frost, my face was wrinkled as deep as ravines, and my eyes were full of twilight.

His originally fair and tender hands were now covered with cracks like cracked bark, and he looked very old.

The handsome appearance of the young man in the past has been completely wiped out by the power of heaven and earth in the strange formation.

He staggered to the farmer and asked in a trembling voice, "May I ask what year it is today?"

The farmer replied without even looking up: "The twelfth year of Yongning."

Yongning?

Yan Xiu muttered, and he grabbed the farmer by the clothes and asked, "Which emperor of the Yuan Dynasty is the current emperor?"

The farmer was annoyed by him and said in an unhappy tone: "How long has it been since you changed the almanac? The Yuan Dynasty has long been destroyed, and the current emperor is Emperor Chengtian and the Xuanzhao Dynasty!"

The Yuan Dynasty is dead?!

When Yan Xiu heard this, he felt dizzy and almost couldn't stand.

His eyes were dull and he kept muttering something as he walked away gradually under the farmer's gaze.

After walking like a zombie for who knows how far, a figure suddenly appeared in a pavilion on the side of the road.

Yan Xiu took a closer look and immediately became furious. He shouted and rushed forward to kill.

Sang Qingshan, who was sitting in the pavilion, remained calm in the face of the furious Yan Xiu. He simply rolled up his sleeves and pushed him back.

"Why is my cultivation gone?!"

Yan Xiu looked at his hands in disbelief, his tone horrified.

His once tremendous cultivation level had disappeared without him noticing, and he was now no different from an ordinary person.

"Dao Zun, how does it feel to watch the Great Yuan and Fuzhen Temple perish?"

Sang Qingshan stood up and walked in front of Yan Xiu and said lightly.

But Yan Xiu seemed to be deaf to all this and just kept repeating what he had just said.

"My cultivation is gone, my cultivation is gone..."

Sang Qingshan shook his head, his words full of hatred.

"What a pity, he went crazy."

After saying that, he slapped Yan Xiu's Baihui acupoint with his palm. Immediately, black blood flowed out of the latter's seven orifices. He fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then he was completely dead.

A generation of Taoist priests died in an unknown place.

...

After the fall of the Yuan Dynasty, Lingxu Palace supported a country called the Xuanzhao Dynasty and became the master of this land again, naming the country Yongning.

In the twelfth year of Yongning, the Great Yuan Taoist Master died and his Taoism disappeared.

In the 13th year of Yongning, Zhu Miao of Fuzhen Temple was left with nowhere to go and committed suicide at the former site of Dayuan Mountain.

In the 30th year of Yongning, Fu Jingsong, the former imperial teacher of the previous dynasty, and Zuo Qiuren, the former leader of Qiantianwei, planned to restore the country, but both died in Cangsong Cliff.

In the thirty-seventh year of Yongning, the last prince of the Yuan Dynasty hid in Yunxiao Temple and became a monk. He was discovered by the abbot and killed with a Zen stick.

At this point, all the old party members of the Yuan Dynasty were executed.

In the 49th year of Yongning, the fortune of the Yuan Dynasty, which had almost disappeared, reappeared.

In the sixtieth year of Yongning, the Xuanzhao Dynasty gathered fortune and embarked on the road to becoming a dynasty of fortune.

In the 112th year of Yongning, Emperor Chengtian passed away and the crown prince succeeded to the throne, naming the country Jingtai.

In the seventieth year of the Jingtai reign, the Xuanzhao Dynasty finally became a dynasty of great fortune.

The Lingxu Palace, which controlled the Xuanzhao Dynasty, also became the master of all dynasties.

The bottleneck that had troubled Sang Qingshan for more than a hundred years was finally broken through, and he reached an unprecedented level of martial arts.

After that, the Xuanzhao Dynasty fought wars in the east and the west, expanded the territory, and took control of half of the world.

In the eightieth year of Jingtai's reign, rumors spread that an immortal had descended from the desert sea.

Upon hearing the news, Sang Qingshan went there and saw an island shrouded in clouds and full of fairy air on the sea. There were four big characters engraved on a stone tablet on the island: Penglai Fairy Island.

Sang Qingshan met a real immortal in a thatched cottage in the center of the island.

The immortal was moved by Sang Qingshan's spirit of overcoming difficulties and promised to guide him to ascend to the immortal palace.

In the 100th year of Jingtai, Sang Qingshan, the master of Lingxu Palace, ascended to heaven on Penglai Island in the desert sea, shocking the world.

After he crossed the immortal gate that symbolized becoming an immortal, he walked for a long time in the clouds and mist, and finally saw an immortal in green clothes with his back to him.

Sang Qingshan was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to kneel and kowtow.

"The mortals from the lower world have seen the Immortal Lord!"

When the green-robed immortal helped him up, Sang Qingshan suddenly froze in place.