Mysterious mirror hanging high

Shi Quanzi didn't believe it and controlled the silver flying sword again. This time he didn't hold back and pointed directly at Qian Wu's head!

Ding--

The tip of the sword touched Qian Wu's forehead, leaving only a shallow white mark, and then bounced away again. Shi Quanzi's face suddenly changed. The previous stab actually caused a big gap on his precious flying sword!

Qian Wu touched his forehead in disbelief, muttering, "Did Lord Xuan show his divine power?"

Then he stared at Shi Quanzi and ran towards him regardless of everything!

Shi Quanzi suddenly became panicked. For some reason, this mortal in front of him had an indestructible ability. Not only did his horizontal training skills ignore the advantages of flying swords, but even his speed had increased by several levels. He was even faster than the innate master!

Ding ding ding ding ding——

No matter how cunningly the flying sword stabbed at Qian Wu's vital points, it was always in vain. Shi Quanzi was about to apply another lightness talisman to his leg when a huge hand, as if cast from copper or iron, clamped around his neck. The overwhelming force suffocated him instantly. Qian Wu then raised his fist high, releasing the anger and despair that had accumulated to the extreme...

Punch out!

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

Qian Wu no longer knew how many punches he had thrown. The entire body of Shi Quanzi in front of him had already turned into a pool of minced meat, with no part of his body intact. At this time, a blue round bead slowly flew out of Qian Wu's body and disappeared into the mirror in the hands of the statue.

Qian Wu suddenly felt exhausted, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.

He looked at the pile of minced meat in front of him, and no longer felt the joy of revenge. A confused look flashed in his eyes, and he just stood there in a daze.

"Hahaha!"

"I have attained enlightenment!"

The statue of Xuanjun, which had originally had drooping eyebrows, suddenly raised its head high and laughed towards the sky. The clay statue gradually grew flesh and blood and turned into a heroic man in a gray robe. The magic mirror in his hand turned into illusion, disappeared into his dantian, and disappeared.

"This seal of divine power has finally been completely perfected. The Nascent Soul cultivation method of [Questioning Mirror and Observing Fate Method] has been achieved. A hundred years of exploration has finally paid off! I can condense the Nascent Soul at any time!"

Qian Wu stared blankly at Jing Yu, who was sitting on the altar in front of him, and murmured:

"you are?"

"Why, you bowed to me just now, but now you don't recognize me?"

Jing Yu smiled and said, "I am the [True Lord of Mirror and Mystery].

"That power just now...was it you who gave me?"

"Exactly!"

Jing Yu smiled and said, "I changed your destiny."

"Can fate really be changed?" Qian Wu asked in confusion.

"Qian Wu, you've spent your life bowing to all sorts of rules, giving in to unrivaled power, and relying on the power of others to stand up for you, so you've only been able to retreat again and again."

"But there comes a time when there is no turning back... like now."

"Fate can naturally be changed, but it's not my job to change it. You need to seize that opportunity yourself."

"As the saying goes, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and one can only cross it by oneself... If it weren't for that punch you threw at the beginning, even I would be powerless and unable to save you from death!"

"So, can I be considered to have defied fate and changed my destiny?" Qian Wu was silent for a long time and then said slowly.

"Of course... According to your original destiny, you will die under Shi Quanzi's sword." Jing Yu smiled.

"But you survived."

"Yes, I survived..."

Qian Wu's face instantly became distorted: "But my wife and children are all dead!"

"Why...why! Xuanjun, you have great magical powers and are a god in heaven, why didn't you save my wife and children! Why did you watch them die?"

Jing Yu's expression was calm when he heard this: "I have no relationship with them, why should I help them?"

"Qian Wu, that severely wounded young warrior was still breathing. If he had received timely medical attention, he could have survived... Why did you let him die without any help?"

Qian Wuyi was stunned: "I have no relationship with him..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly sensed something was wrong and gritted his teeth, "If I were to rescue you, I'd risk my own life, but saving my wife and children was a piece of cake for you! How can we compare?"

"It's just a small favor, so what?" Jing Yu asked in return. "There are many insects and ants in the mountains. If you step on them, you will accumulate evil karma. I don't see you taking a detour... To me, ordinary beings are no different from ants. I must save every one of them. Do I not want to practice cultivation anymore?"

Qian Wu burst into tears: "But they are sentient beings just like you, how can they be treated the same as insects and ants!"

"Then let me ask you."

Jing Yuyan said, "Just now you only blamed me for not saving your wife and children. But Shi Quanzi beheaded your guards, cooks, maids, and housekeeper. Why didn't you cry out for the injustice done to these servants?"

"Your wife and children are human beings, but these servants are not?"

Qian Wu was speechless for a long while, then burst into tears: "Okay, okay! Xuanjun has granted me a life. Now that Qian Wu's revenge has been achieved, I have no more ties in this world. Why not grant me death, so that I can reunite with my wife and children in the underworld!"

Jing Yu said leisurely, "Then there's no need to go through all the trouble of going underground."

Immediately, he waved his robe sleeves, and the light and shadow in the dilapidated temple suddenly changed. Suddenly, several figures appeared behind the originally empty altar. Qian Wu looked closely and found that Madam Qian, his youngest son Qian Yun, the family guards, the housekeeper, the maid, and the cook were all there. They were all breathing steadily and fell asleep leaning against the side of the altar.

"This...this is..."

Jing Yu smiled slightly: "As you said, it's just a piece of cake."

Shi Quanzi was only a cultivator at the second level of Qi training. It was easy for Jing Yu to hide the secrets from his senses. Previously, when Shi Quanzi went on a killing spree in the Qian Mansion, he only made everyone present fall into an illusion at the same time.

Looking at Qian Wu running over and crying bitterly while holding his sleeping wife and children, Jing Yu smiled faintly, hooked his hand, and the bitter light of Xuan Guang cut through the void and immediately disappeared into it.

The next moment, he returned to the gate of Xuan Ce Mountain.

He did not immediately return to the cave to meditate, but instead closed his eyes and carefully comprehended the changes in his mood.

"As my realm rises and my cultivation deepens... the fate of [longevity] has a greater and greater impact on me." Jing Yu thought silently.

It has been more than a hundred years since the battle with True Lord Suying. During these hundred years, the ape demon Zhao Yuankong has erected more than ten thousand statues for Jing Yu in various mortal realms to help Jing Yu observe the various forms of life in the mortal world and understand the direction of their lives.

At the beginning, Jing Yu felt that his attitude towards the creatures in the world was becoming increasingly indifferent, and he had a condescending mentality. This condescending attitude was not arrogance or contempt, but an extreme [detachment], as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

"Indifferent..." Jing Yu sighed, "Is this the mentality of immortality?"

Although fate will have a subtle influence on the character of the cultivator, the fate of [Longevity] can just eliminate any inner demons and delusions, so it should not be affected.

But Jing Yu constantly observed and reflected on his own thoughts, and suddenly realized a problem.

"Indifference isn't just a demonic thought... it might not be a negative emotion for cultivation!"