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

Sang Qingshan came to the ancestral hall where the tablets of the ancestors were enshrined.

However, this side hall had collapsed into ruins, completely burying everything in the hall.

Sang Qingshan, who had exhausted all his strength, just sat down against the only remaining pillar, his face numb and expressionless.

A breeze blew by, and a figure in a green shirt appeared in front of him.

Sang Qingshan just glanced at it and paid no more attention.

"You finally woke up. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Sang Qingshan replied weakly, "You can kill me or chop me up as you wish. Why humiliate me with your words?"

He had many questions to ask, but when all the words came to his lips, they just turned into a long sigh.

But Sang Qingshan still did not give up: "Is what you showed me now also a dream?"

Yan Xiu didn't say anything.

Suddenly, a hare emerged from the bushes next to them, staring at the two of them with its nose twitching.

Looking at the rabbit with a pair of bright eyes rolling around, Sang Qingshan finally gave a bitter smile.

Because he knew that although Lingxu Palace's dream-entering technique could make the fake look real, it was impossible to create living things.

"I never thought that after a hundred years of practicing this art, I would end up falling into the hands of a junior."

It was not until this moment that he completely believed that he was in reality and not a dream created by Yan Xiu.

As for when he fell into the dream, Sang Qingshan no longer had the energy to ask.

"Dao Zun, who exactly are you?" He asked, staring at Yan Xiu.

He knew very well how difficult it was to practice the art of entering dreams, and he didn't believe that Yan Xiu could have mastered this art in just a few months, and his proficiency was even higher than his own.

During the years he had been trapped in the dream world, his real body had already become so weak that it was no longer in human form.

Not only did he lose all his cultivation, but his life span was also almost gone.

Sang Qingshan, who was familiar with the art of entering dreams, naturally knew what was going on.

Lingxu Palace has never had a monster like Yan Xiu in thousands of years. Even the ancestor who mastered the art of entering dreams in just five years four thousand years ago pales in comparison to Yan Xiu.

In response to Sang Qingshan's question, Yan Xiu replied calmly: "I am who I am."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, but heard Sang Qingshan speak again.

"Then at least tell me which parts of the dream are true and which are false!"

Even at this moment, Sang Qingshan still didn't fully believe what he saw.

Deep down in his heart, he was still longing for an answer, longing that everything now was false and that the self in his dreams was the real thing.

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiu simply slowed down his pace, did not reply, and left.

To be honest, there are some, but they are all insignificant things.

For example, the attack on Liu Wuyan actually happened.

However, the assassins from Lingxu Palace did not succeed, and all died under the Tiandun sword intent that Yan Xiu bestowed on Liu Wuyan.

Sang Qingshan, who did not get the answer he wanted, looked ashen and his life force was rapidly fading away, like a candle flame that was about to go out in the wind, in danger.

He struggled to get up and knelt in front of the collapsed ruins for a long time without saying a word.

Three days later.

"Look, there are ruins ahead. Let's try our luck again."

Those young men dressed as knights are still wandering around the former site of Lingxu Palace.

When he arrived at the ruins, he saw Sang Qingshan kneeling on the ground.

They bravely stepped forward to check and patted him gently on the shoulder.

With just this slight movement, Sang Qingshan fell to the ground, having been dead for a long time.

"Look, what is that?"

Someone noticed the object that Sang Qingshan was holding tightly in his hand, and several people took great effort to pry it out.

It was a dark purple token, but the size of a palm.

It has a simple appearance and feels soft to the touch. It is outlined with golden silk threads and engraved with complex patterns, emitting a barely visible light.

However, there were cracks on the surface of the token, as if it had been crushed by someone.

After looking at it for a long time, they couldn't figure out what it was, so they put it in their arms and left to let someone who knew the value of it take a look.

April, the 30th year of Zhenghe.

Sang Qingshan died at the former site of Lingxu Palace.

The dynasties that were originally under the control of Lingxu Palace fell out of control one after another.

Most of these dynasties restored their country names to honor their ancestors, and many weak small countries were willing to become vassals of the Yuan Dynasty, which certainly brought more benefits than disadvantages to them.

At that time, the Taoist master personally went to Lingxu Palace and destroyed the entire sect with his own strength, causing an uproar.

At first, people thought that this must be a rumor of the Yuan Dynasty. You have to know that Lingxu Palace has stood on this land for thousands of years. How could it be overthrown by the Yuan Dynasty, which had been founded for less than 60 years?

But as the news was confirmed, countless dynasties and kingdoms within a radius of tens of millions of miles were like clear water dropped into a hot oil pan, causing the whole world to boil.

Soon after, many martial arts sects took the lead in launching an offensive and adding insult to injury to Lingxu Palace.

At the beginning they were still hesitant, but as various forces rushed to join in, they began to share the interests of Lingxu Palace like hungry beasts.

What the various forces did not expect was that after clearing out Lingxu Palace, Dao Zun pointed his butcher knife at them.

Yan Xiu would certainly not be merciful to those who wanted to take advantage of the situation.

He transformed himself into countless incarnations and visited each major sect, giving them two choices.

Either spit out the profits previously swallowed, and then pay double compensation to Dayuan.

Or die immediately.

Faced with such a killing god who could destroy Lingxu Palace by himself, no one had the courage to say no.

After being severely beaten, all forces dared not show up again and went into hiding.

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Beijing.

Fuzhenguan.

Yan Xiu's external incarnation descended from the sky and merged with his real body sitting cross-legged under the Jianmu tree.

[In the 30th year of Zhenghe, Lingxu Palace Master Sang Qingshan was trapped and killed by your dream-entering technique. He successfully survived the disaster and was rewarded: Enlightenment Pill]

Yan Xiu flipped his hand, and a pill the size of a longan appeared in his palm.

Its color is like jade and crystal clear. This pill has the magical effect of awakening the spirits of all things. After swallowing it, all ordinary animals in the world can open their spiritual intelligence.

After swallowing the spirit beast that was born with the favor of Zhong Tiandi, one's aptitude can be improved and cultivation can be accelerated.

After understanding the effects of the Dianhua Pill, Yan Xiu had already decided on its use, and would let Qingluan take it after it returned.

Yan Xiu collected the Qihuadan and continued to practice.

After Sang Qingshan fell into a dream, Yan Xiu went to Lingxu Palace in person, intending to wipe out the roots of the culprit.

After Yuan Ge received the news, he secretly closed the sect's formation, but at the same time his whereabouts were exposed and he was captured by Lingxu Palace.

They tried to use Yuan Ge to threaten Yan Xiu Ran to retreat, but without exception, all of them lost their heads.

Some people wanted to ask Sang Qingshan for help, but found that their own palace master was sleeping soundly.

In just half a day, the former Lingxu Palace gate became a ruin, its glory gone, and all the elders and disciples above the Tiangang realm were killed by Yan Xiu's sword.

As for warriors in other realms, they no longer pose any threat to the Yuan Dynasty.

In addition, other sects that had been bullied by Lingxu Palace for many years took the opportunity to add insult to injury. They didn't even need to take action themselves. Those sects killed all the fleeing disciples of Lingxu Palace.

Although a centipede may die but its bones are still sharp, without the inheritance and foundation, the latent disciples of Lingxu Palace will never have the possibility of making a comeback.