Somewhere in a sect's mountain range.
Beacon fires swirled around the cloud forest, a pungent stench of blood permeated the air, and the entire sect was covered in corpses and ruins, like a scene from hell.
There were no sounds of fighting or wailing, only countless silent corpses and the crackling of flames.
A black-robed figure stepped over the corpses, using his true energy to lift jade scrolls from the ground, searching through them one by one.
The firelight illuminated a handsome but pale face, and the youth's scarlet pupils scanned the surroundings, a disdainful sneer on his face.
"What a load of crap this sect is, joining the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage for so long and not even having a single ancient inheritance, what a waste of my time."
The youth clicked his tongue in annoyance, tossing the jade scroll aside, and his body soared into the air.
The burning ruins behind him seemed to be struck by an invisible hammer, crushed into dust in a deafening roar, leaving only a vast, deep pit of wasteland.
The youth stood expressionlessly in the air, unfurling a scroll in his hand, muttering to himself.
"The 'Sacred Flame Scripture' is outdated, the sects it points to are all glories of the old era, now they are either declining and withering, or have become historical records."
"The sects and factions that truly possess the inheritance of the Ancient Immortal Dao are all hiding in太平[Tàipíng] City, the outer sects are just small fries..."
Whoosh!
The scroll in his hand was directly thrown into the ruins by the youth, and a white-robed figure quietly appeared behind him.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man with a faint smile on his face.
He reached out and caught the scroll thrown by the youth, and chuckled: "The 'Sacred Flame Scripture' is the inheritance of the Sacred Flame Sect, although everyone sees different Dao techniques from it, it is itself a huge treasure."
"The Sacred Flame Sect back then was on par with the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage, why must Fellow Daoist Yan be fixated on the inheritance of the Ancient Immortal Dao? Is it just because the content of the 'Sacred Flame Scripture' is all demonic and heretical arts?"
He admitted that the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage was the largest immortal alliance in history, and also the most successful immortal alliance.
With太平[Tàipíng] City as the core, under the name of the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage, it governs the sects and factions in various regions of the cultivation world. Hundreds of years of development and management have completely consolidated the status and hierarchy of the immortal alliance.
He also very much agreed with the righteous ideals of太平[Tàipíng] City, but he did not agree with those sects and factions that had not settled in太平[Tàipíng] City.
The sects that do not belong to the core of the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage are all rotten fish and shrimp, rotten to the extreme.
Yan Hua did not hate太平[Tàipíng] City, but he hated the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage sects outside太平[Tàipíng] City.
These sects are outwardly righteous gentlemen, but behind their backs they do things that enrage both gods and men.
It's not that the太平[Tàipíng] ideals of the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage have deteriorated, but that the core members of the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage cannot manage that far.
They don't even know that the peripheral disciples of the Dao lineage have become corrupt and are using the reputation of the Dao lineage to deceive and swindle, committing many appalling acts.
The sect disciples hide it from the sect elders, the sect elders hide it from the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage disciples, and the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage disciples are completely unaware of the behavior of the sect's lower levels, and only immerse themselves in cultivation every day.
Yan Hua was one of the victims.
Since your Ancient Immortal Dao lineage can't manage it, then I will remove the parasites for you!
The man suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with sarcasm: "You're killing me, what are you pretending for?"
"You can completely mention this to太平[Tàipíng] City, they will definitely deal with it seriously, but you chose to directly kill!"
"Why?"
The man's smile was sinister, his eyes flickering: "Because what you want is slaughter, slaughter engraved in your bones!"
"You don't just want to help the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage clean up its act, you also want to subvert the entire Ancient Immortal Dao lineage and take everything from the Ancient Immortal Dao lineage."
"Besides their inherited Dao techniques, you also want their glory."
"Stop lying to yourself here, everything you say is just self-comfort, trying to make yourself feel at ease."
"From the day your family was killed, your heart has been twisted, otherwise how could you have seen all the inheritances from the 'Sacred Flame Scripture'?!!"
These words exposed all of Yan Hua's secrets, his pupils slightly condensed, and he suddenly turned to look at the middle-aged man.
He saw the other party erupting with monstrous demonic energy, as if a demon had descended, and the surrounding thousands of miles were shrouded in purple-black demonic energy.
"Very curious how I know?"
The man's gloomy smile carried a hint of teasing, and his voice rang in Yan Hua's mind.
"Because I am you!"
"The you who once cultivated the 'Sacred Flame Scripture', do you really think that you can be alone by stripping me from your body and erasing your past memories?"
"You are a born demonic seed, you are the owner of the Great Calamity Demon Body, you are the reincarnation of a demon and evil cultivator, you are a demon Dao genius, a demon Dao saint!"
"Therefore, your hatred is unusually twisted, even if you have already bloodily avenged the enemies of that year, you will never be satisfied."
"You crave endless slaughter, you crave fame and fortune!"
The man's laughter echoed long and far in the heavens and earth.
Yan Hua stared blankly at the other party without saying a word, the demonic energy in his body surged and climbed, and a hideous smile gradually appeared on his face.
...
太平[Tàipíng] City, First District.
Dao Treasure Pavilion backyard.
After returning for more than a hundred years, the trees in the backyard are full of vitality, much taller than before, the bricks and tiles in the courtyard are a bit mottled, as if everything has not changed, but it seems that there are a few changes.
The familiar backyard made Chen Changsheng feel very cordial, with a sense of returning home.
He gently waved his sleeves, and the magic blew away the dust, the backyard was焕然一新[huànrán yīxīn, completely renewed], filled with the fragrance of leaves.
"Willing to come back?"
Luo Liuxi was wearing an elegant and flawless pure white fairy dress, the skirt fluttering over the ground, like a breeze拂过[fúguò, stroking] the water surface, gentle and quiet.
Her eyes were clear and bright, her容颜[róngyán, face] washed away the浮华[fúhuá, worldly vanities] of the world,散发着[sànfāzhe, radiating] a kind of clear and pure beauty.
Chen Changsheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped forward and took her slender jade hand: "I haven't seen you for so many years, did you miss me?"
Luo Liuxi gently抽回[chōuhuí, withdrew] her palm,翻了个白眼[fān le gè báiyǎn, rolled her eyes] and said: "You start動手动腳[dòngshǒudòngjiǎo, to make unwanted advances] as soon as you come up, I haven't become your Dao companion yet, this is harassment!"
"It will be in another two hundred years."
Chen Changsheng smiled and took her fair little hand again, the delicate and smooth feel made him love it.
This time Luo Liuxi did not抽回[chōuhuí, withdraw] it again, letting him lead her to sit down under the pavilion, unconsciously chatting about her experiences over the years.
Miao Miao and Yu Niang sat quietly aside, gently picking up the teapot and pouring clear spring-like tea.
The shrunken old turtle悠然[yōurán, leisurely]趴[pā, lying] on the edge of the pool, teasing the肥硕[féishuò, plump] spirit fish in the water.
The清风拂过[qīngfēng fúguò, gentle breeze blew over], the treetops swayed slightly,发出[fāchū, making] a沙沙[shāshā, rustling] sound, like a natural song ringing in the ears.
In this幽静清雅[yōujìng qīngyǎ, quiet and elegant] backyard, the figures under the pavilion sat依[yī, close] to each other, like知己[zhījǐ, confidants]守望相助[shǒuwàngxiāngzhù, keeping watch and helping each other], listening to each other's心声[xīnshēng, innermost thoughts].
At this moment, it seems that time is also凝固[nínggù, congealing]悄然[qiāorán, quietly], the picture is静谧[jìngmì, serene] and美好[měihǎo, beautiful], like an永恒[yǒnghéng, eternal]画卷[huàjuàn, scroll],流淌着[liútǎngzhe, flowing with]岁月的温柔光阴[suìyuè de wēnróu guāngyīn, the gentle time of the years].
