Liang Yan was seriously injured and had just woken up. Although he had spiritual power in his body, he felt too lazy to move.
He did not cast any spells and allowed Nan Youyue to use his escape skills to take him wherever he went.
A cloud of white clouds carried the two of them forward leisurely.
Looking around, the mountains are connected to the mountains, the peaks are towering, the clouds and mist are shrouded, the sun is shining down, and the thousands of miles of mountain roads are dyed with red clouds.
Between the mountains, I saw a lake as green as jade with rippling ripples. There were several snow-white spiritual beasts floating on the lake, swimming leisurely and chirping crisply from time to time, giving people a relaxing and peaceful feeling.
"Huntian Ridge is really picturesque."
Liang Yan was sitting in the clouds, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers beneath his feet.
If you include the time when he was in coma, it has been a year since he arrived at Huntian Ridge. Logically speaking, he should not be unfamiliar with this place.
But everything came and went in a hurry before. Because of the huge threat of Beiming, there was always a big stone in my heart. No matter how beautiful the scenery here was, it was impossible to savor it carefully.
Now that Liang Yan's meridians have been sealed, he has calmed down and has the leisure to appreciate the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
"Huntian Ridge contains one of the three major crape myrtle dragon veins of the Antarctic Immortal Continent. It is vast and full of aura. If it weren't for Nan Xuan and Beiming treating this place as the front line of the battle, then this place should be like a fairyland."< br>
Nan Youyue seemed to feel his state of mind, and said leisurely while riding the white clouds.
"Indeed." Liang Yan nodded and silently observed the scenery below without saying much.
"Take you to see a place."
As Nan Youyue said, the magic formula in her hand changed, and the white clouds turned in a different direction and walked leisurely to the west.
After a while, a huge valley appeared ahead.
Looking down from a high altitude, you can see the mouth of the valley surrounded by dense mist and white mist. Even hundreds of miles away, you can smell the aroma of medicine.
"This is"
Liang Yan was slightly surprised, but Nan Youyue next to him smiled and said, "Just go and have a look and you will know."
After saying that, click the button Baiyun.
The two of them landed on the edge of the valley. Liang Yan looked down and discovered that there was a huge medicinal pool in the valley, covering a hundred miles in radius. The medicinal liquid inside was milky white, and thick spiritual energy was churning in the pool water, which obviously contained... There are a lot of natural and earthly treasures.
Monks from various sects were sitting cross-legged in the pool, each performing their own exercises, seemingly healing their injuries.
“This is the Medicine King Pond built by Juntian City.” Nan Youyue said softly.
"It is indeed the work of Shennong's lineage."
Liang Yan had already guessed it. After listening to Nan Youyue's introduction, he nodded slightly.
Nan Youyue added: "The battle half a year ago was extremely tragic. Although I, Nan Xuan, had the last laugh, the damage was not small. More than 70% of the people were poisoned by the poison of the Poison Saint. Fortunately, Shennong Dao has Friends used magical methods to alleviate the spread of toxins, but they could not completely eradicate them, so a lot of resources were spent. Yuan built this 'Medicine King Pond' to help Nanxuan soldiers completely remove the toxins from their bodies."
"That's it."
Liang Yan looked down and saw many monks rushing him. Use the power of the medicine pool to force out the green toxins from your body. After these toxins flowed into the medicine pool, they were quickly dissolved by the medicine liquid and turned into wisps of green smoke, floating upward.
This is also the reason why the mouth of the valley is shrouded in white mist.
"There are hundreds of 'Yao Wang Ponds' like this in Nanxuan, distributed in various places, and they have never stopped being used. Even so, it took half a year to expel the toxins from the bodies of Nanxuan's soldiers. Time.”
"Half a year?"
Liang Yan was a little sad.
The Great War between the North and the South was a mountain of corpses, seas of blood, and piles of bones. Even though Nanxuan won the war, it was a tragic victory, and it would take many years to recover from the pain left behind after the war.
Speaking of which, after the war started, everyone in Nanxuan performed their duties, and Liang Yan's duty was to guard Xuantian Pass.
Although he completed his mission, he also missed this shocking battle. Now he can only think about the earth-shattering North-South War from these post-war scenes.
A gentle breeze blew through the valley.
The two sat side by side and said nothing.
The wind messed up her hair, but Nan Youyue didn't care. She just turned her head, took a deep look at Liang Yan, suddenly smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go see other places." "
Liang Yan nodded and allowed the other party to cast the spell.
The white clouds floated again, carrying the two people towards the north. After a while, they saw the continuous mountains appearing in front of them. The mountains were full of aura and there were countless caves. On the top of a main peak, there was There is a huge city.
Liang Yan remembered that this place should be the territory of the Shenxiao Army.
Shenxiao Mountain is a Taoist sect, and the elders in the sect all advocate rule by inaction. Therefore, the discipline in the army is not as strict as that in the Bamboo Army. The casual cultivators in the army all choose their own blessed land to build caves, and practice individually on weekdays. , only the once-a-month practice formation will be gathered together.
This mountain range is called "Tianheng Mountain". Because of its abundant spiritual energy, it has attracted many casual cultivators to live here, and the city on the top of the mountain is where they trade with each other.
Nan Youyue made a spell, and the white clouds slowly fell, finally stopping outside a house in the city.
This house is extremely ordinary. There is only one old man in the Golden Core realm, and there are more than ten monks in the Qi training and foundation building stages. They seem to be the old man's apprentices.
Liang Yan didn't know why Nan Youyue brought him here, but he didn't say anything and followed Nan Youyue into the courtyard.
With the two people’s cultivation, naturally no one can detect them.
Going through several corridors and arriving at the inner courtyard, I saw a child, about seven or eight years old, with a double bun, red lips and white teeth, he was really cute.
The child did not know that someone was observing him. He was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. A vague spiritual power was wandering in his meridians. It seemed that he was practicing.
Liang Yan could see through his realm at a glance. He had just introduced Qi into his body not long ago, and he was barely at the first level of Qi training.
“This child’s name is Luo Tian.”
Nan Youyue said softly: “His father’s name is Luo Qiong, and his mother is Dongfang Lingyu. , he didn’t expect to be involved in this catastrophe. In that battle half a year ago, his parents were the elders. As a city guard, Nanxuan was at a disadvantage at that time. In order to prevent the monks from the thirteen overseas islands from attacking the Great Wall, Luo Qiong and his wife refused to retreat. In the end, the whole family died, leaving only the youngest son. "
Liang. Hearing what she said slowly, the originally relaxed mood suddenly became tense.
Looking at the child in the courtyard, his slightly childish face was full of seriousness and earnestness. Looking at the way he was practicing hard, you could probably guess the child's state of mind.
“Alas, who can be peaceful in this catastrophe? Even those casual cultivators who live in seclusion in the mountains. If you don’t provoke others, others will come looking for you. That’s what Senior Wu Wenxiang said back then. It is a prophecy that this catastrophe will sweep across the Antarctic Continent and no one will be spared." Liang Yan sighed.
Nan Youyue also sighed and said: "It's a pity that our Yuzhu Mountain does not accept male disciples, so we can only ask a friend to let this boy worship under the disciple of 'Master Jinding'. Although this Master Jinding is only in the middle stage of Jindan, he has He attaches great importance to friendship. After hearing about this child's life experience, he is willing to adopt him as his adopted son and cultivate him carefully. This can be regarded as a meritorious deed. can survive this war Come down and don’t follow in the footsteps of his parents.”
Nan Youyue said again: “Actually, what you just said was right. Countless creatures were involved in the Civil War, and so were Luo Qiong and his wife. It’s just a microcosm. When the next war begins, I don’t know how many people will be separated from each other.”
“That’s why we are waiting for the Nanxuan Alliance to stop the war and end this dispute as soon as possible.” He said with a firm expression.
After hearing this, Nan Youyue smiled slightly, without saying anything else, she raised her hand to cast a spell.
The white clouds slowly rose into the sky, carrying the two of them out of the compound without disturbing anyone.
This time, they headed east.
About half an hour later, the two came to a towering mountain peak.
This mountain peak is different from the other mountains in Huntianling. The mountain walls are steep, majestic and solemn, towering into the clouds.
The mountainside is thousands of miles in diameter, and even masters like Liang Yan and Nan Youyue would have to spend some time to activate the light to circle the mountain.
Nan Youyue didn't say much. She raised her hand and fired a spell. The white clouds rose slowly under her feet and floated towards the top of the mountain.
As the two of them flew higher and higher, the surroundings became colder and colder, and the water vapor condensed into frost. They also saw white clouds lingering, rolling and relaxing, forming a vast sea of clouds high in the sky.
After a moment, the two of them rushed upward out of the sea of clouds and reached the top of the mountain.
Looking around, except for a little green on the top of the mountain, there are snow-white clouds and mist all around. The sea of clouds is rolling under your feet, stretching for thousands of miles, which is spectacular.
Liang Yan took a deep breath, turned his eyes, and suddenly landed on a stone tablet on the top of the mountain.
I saw that the stone tablet was over a hundred feet high, standing majestically, with the four characters "Yunhai Xianzhong" engraved on it.
"Sea of Clouds Immortal Tomb. Could it be said?"
Liang Yan's heart moved and he walked towards the edge of the mountain.
Sure enough!
The sea of clouds behind the mountaintop is rippling with thousands of lights
Those are spiritual lamps!
Under each spiritual lamp, there is a palm-sized jade lampstand with a personal name written on it. It floats on the sea like this. If you look around, there are millions of them.
The endless sea of clouds are dyed red by these candlelights, as if coated with the afterglow of the sunset
“It seems that this is the cemetery of Nanxuan’s fallen soldiers.”
No need for Nan Youyue to explain too much, Liang Yan already knows where this place is.
"Yeah." Nan Youyue nodded lightly.
"The war between monks is very different from the war between mortals. Once killed, not even the soul of the soul can be left, let alone the bones. Therefore, it can only be replaced by a spiritual lamp to set up this Heroic Soul Tomb."
When Nan Youyue said this, she paused and pointed her finger again.
“Look there, the spiritual lanterns of Luo Qiong and his wife are also there.”
After hearing this, Liang Yan looked in the direction she pointed, and sure enough he found that among the sea of thousands of lanterns, One lampstand is engraved with the word "Luo Qiong", while the other lampstand next to it is engraved with the characters "Oriental Lingyu".
"Sigh!" Liang Yan sighed softly.
“These are all monks who died in the war. No matter how high or low they were in life, whether they were the ancestors of the Tribulation or the pawns in the foundation building stage, they are the same after death. Their bodies and souls have turned into ashes. Only a bright light is left floating in the sea of clouds."
After hearing this, Liang Yan felt deeply for a moment, and said leisurely: "After the monk dies, his body and spirit will be destroyed. If he does not enter reincarnation, he will disappear between heaven and earth forever. What if we are also in this battle? If we die in battle, will anyone remember us after tens of millions of years?"
Nan Youyue did not answer, and took Liang Yan to sit down by the sea of clouds, staring at the thousands of spiritual lanterns on the sea of clouds, in a daze.
In fact, she didn’t need to answer, Liang Yan knew the answer himself.
Back then, the Nine Saints slayed the immortals and ushered in the prosperous age of hundreds of schools of thought in the Antarctic Immortal Continent. But how many people know of their existence now?
In fact, there is not much difference between the world and the earth. Most people can’t even walk their own path well. Who cares about what happened hundreds of thousands of years ago? ?
"Liang Yan"
Nan Youyue's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting his thoughts.
Liang Yan came back to his senses and turned around to look.
He saw this beautiful woman in plain clothes sitting next to him, staring at him. Her face was still calm, but there was a hint of complexity deep in her eyes.
Both of them were silent for a moment, but Nan Youyue was the first to speak:
"Liang Yan, the war between the north and the south is a disaster for hundreds of millions of lives. Since we are in this era, we also It is said that cultivating immortals is a responsibility. For the sake of immortality, I don’t think so. The higher you go on the path to immortality, the colder and lonely it becomes. If you are alone at the end, what’s the point of immortality?”
Liang After hearing the words, I was speechless for a while.
After experiencing the North-South War, many of his ideas also changed.
Is Nan Youyue right? Or was my persistence right? Maybe there is never right or wrong, because there is no end in sight on the road to immortality. Even if you have reached the realm of transformation, you are just a toddler stumbling on the road to greatness.
Hesitating, doubting, and hesitating, he, like Nan Youyue, is examining this road, not daring to take a random step, fearing that the next step will be shattered into pieces.
Suddenly I remembered the creator of "Tao Jian Jing".
"Seeker, seeker, what kind of path did you find back then?"
Liang Yan sighed in his heart, but when he saw Nan Youyue in front of him, he smiled. .
"Here you go."
Nan Youyue suddenly stuffed something over her.
Liang Yan looked down and found a small white jade bottle in his hand. The bottle still exuded warmth, but there was a hint of coldness in this warmth, which seemed extremely strange.
“This is.”
“It’s what you need.” Nan Youyue’s face was calm.
Liang Yan's heart was shocked, and he suddenly guessed what was in the bottle.
“You, you!”
Before he finished speaking, Nan Youyue suddenly came closer and sealed his lips with her fingers.
"In that battle half a year ago, if you hadn't sacrificed your life to repair Xuantian Pass, Nanxuan would not have been able to turn defeat into victory. The reinforcements Ning Bugui and Shennong Hu who arrived later also came because of you. These all show that, Compared to me, Nan Xuan needs you more now! And the reason why I give you my heart and soul is because I hope you can restore your previous cultivation, guide the direction of the war, and end this dispute."
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