My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 465 The Non-Existent Lord
An extremely exaggerated laugh rang out in the small space of the pavilion.

"Hahahahaha..."

Ripples appeared on the mirror surface, and the figure inside was blurred, but the extremely exaggerated body movements could still be seen.

He is laughing.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly.

[Laugh, laugh, laugh, your mother's head, this pretentious guy is really disgusting, and you don't hesitate anymore and explode with him directly]

The dog really has no brains.

The other party's real body is not here, how can he fight with the owner of Tianji Tower?

No, why should I fight with the owner of Tianji Tower...

Ye Wuyou, who vaguely felt that he was being led astray, finally calmed down and looked at the illusory figure in the mirror.

"why are you laughing?"

“Because it’s funny.”

"Why is it funny?"

The laughter gradually died down, and the owner of Tianji Tower finally replied calmly.

"Isn't it funny? The sixth level of Tianquan is already a rare talent among humans, and the seventh level of Tianji is even rarer in the world, not to mention the unattainable Tianshu. But even the most advanced level you know can only barely block a palm from the person you are asking about. It's hard to survive. Isn't it funny?"

Ye Wuyou listened quietly without refuting, but instead thought about it seriously.

"I didn't think so at first, but after you said it, it's a little funny."

He was at the highest level of Taoism, but in the end he was slapped to death. No matter how you think about it, it seems... absurd.

Ye Wuyou had never "looked down" on the Venerable Bai Yuchan. As early as after he came into contact with Pulao and fought with him, he understood that there were some beings in this world that could not be divided by realm.

Even when Ye Wuyou was in the midst of his inner demon tribulation, he seemed to be acting recklessly and arbitrarily, but in fact, every choice he made was based on thorough consideration.

He did a lot of preparation, a lot.

Why do you have to kill that blue-white demon?
Because of its [Adaptability] and its complete talent [Rebirth of Flesh and Blood].

Why can Ye Wuyou clearly imprison and seal [Annihilation], but he still allows [Annihilation] to continue burning in Daxuan?

Because it is a forbidden area for others, and even the seventh realm cannot set foot in the [Annihilation] Fire Region, it will not be dangerous at all for Ye Wuyou.

The sacred tree has been upgraded, and Ye Wuyou can use the power of the sacred tree to [suppress] more weirdness.

But why did Ye Wuyou eventually take the [Ghost Gate Coffin] back to himself even though he clearly had more choices?
Moreover, for Ye Wuyou, the [Ghost Gate Coffin] is already full of risks, and using it carries greater hidden dangers than before.

Because the [Ghost Gate Coffin] can explode.

Because [Ghost Gate Coffin] can take away Pulao in one wave.

Why should we integrate [Retrospection]?
Very simple.

As long as we are human, we will make mistakes.

People will regret too.

Perhaps until now, Ye Wuyou never regretted anything he had done.

But what if one day, due to some reasons, some of your choices caused the people around you to fall into crisis, difficulties, and unforeseen situations?

At that time, would Ye Wuyou still regret everything he had done...

However, [Backtrack] can change the past.

If there is no return, then start all over again.

Ye Wuyou didn't want to regret a certain choice in the future.

When facing an enemy stronger than oneself, the usefulness of [Backtrack] is unquestionable.

Up to now, the remnants of the Great Dao that Ye Wuyou possessed did not provide him with the extreme and unsolvable "killing" magical power.

It's the [adaptation] of immortality, the [retrospection] of re-selection, and the [mysterious gate] that explodes with you.

Survival ability is maximized.

In other words, unless Ye Wuyou wanted to die, or was unable to enter the Seventh Realm for a long time and was eroded by the strangeness and died...

It is difficult for anyone in this world to truly kill him.

This is also the confidence that Ye Wuyou feels now.

But after hearing what the owner of Tianji Tower said, his confidence was slightly shaken.

The strength of the Venerable Bai Yuchan, as told by the host, was far beyond Ye Wuyou's understanding.

but……

Ye Wuyou's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes. He keenly caught the abnormality in the other party's words.

"Master, you just said that you gave up your former power and have integrated into this world. Please forgive me for making a rash guess. Even if you are still powerful now, maybe you are not much different from that Pulao?"

The owner of Tianji Tower was silent for a while, then laughed.

"That's roughly true, but when it comes to the means of saving one's life, ten Pulao are not as good as this owner."

Ye Wuyou nodded. The owner of Tianji Tower gave up his practice in the previous era, and his lifespan would be shortened.

If he is still alive today, he must have some mysterious means.

But it's not enough.

"Master, that lord had set his sights on you and had been hunting you for a long time until you finally gave up on that thing. But forgive me for being frank, if that Bai Yuchan was really that powerful, how could you have remained safe and sound?"

The response came quickly.

"I said before that the people chasing me were not that Lord, but his subordinates. He still has some background. Although he himself has fallen into isolation, the people under him have given up their cultivation in the previous era and integrated into this world just like me. But according to a rough estimate, they are about the equivalent of the ninth realm..."

There was a slight pause in his voice, but the owner of Tianji Tower smiled at this moment.

"You want to ask why the other party doesn't do it himself, right?"

"What do you think?" asked the owner of Tianji Tower.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Wuyou responded.

"Injuried?"

Feng Xinling had mentioned before that the purpose of finding the sacred tree was to heal the Lord...

Was it because of his injury that he was unable to show up in person?

This answer made the owner of Tianji Tower laugh again.

"Injured? Haha, Ye Wuyou, what kind of injury do you think would take hundreds or thousands of years to heal? Besides, let me ask you, if you were seriously injured, wouldn't you be able to take action?"

"The hidden strongman is still seriously injured and has not recovered. The guy who can be killed with one palm is still alive. This kind of script routine that my Tianji Tower rejected eight hundred years ago, please don't bring it up. It's embarrassing."

tsk...

Ye Wuyou frowned.

How is this embarrassing? Haven't you seen Sword Saint Wuming wandering around with low health, while playing the erhu with full health...

So the Venerable Bai Yuchan was not injured...

In other words, the injuries suffered were not serious enough to prevent that Lord from taking action.

Why is that?

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In the dark hall, an ancient lamp was flickering with light, and a figure was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in meditation.

However, some of the cushions were covered with dust, obviously having been left unused for a long time.

There are fluctuations in the air around.

The black and white Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the woman's purple hair fell gently. She seemed to feel the fluctuations of the air around her and quietly opened her eyes.

Her aura was as deep and unfathomable as the ocean. With just a glance, the emanating energy suddenly subsided.

Zuo Qiuliang of the Five Elements Sect sat quietly on the cushion with a calm expression, but the excitement and excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.

The breath just now was also leaked from him.

That is the breath of the seventh realm.

Moreover, the aura on her body is stronger than that of the black-haired old woman from the Five Elements Sect.

After just the first breakthrough, he surpassed his master in one leap, and with the help of the Immortal Master, he encountered no obstacles at all.

How could the Seven Realms of Heavenly Secret be so simple...

Seeing the woman looking at him, Zuo Qiuliang immediately bowed his head and knelt down.

"Thank you, Immortal Lord, for bestowing upon me the Daoist tradition. From now on, Qiu Liang will do his best..."

The purple-haired woman didn't say much, just shook her head slightly and spoke in a calm tone.

"Immortal Lord... I am no longer worthy of this title. If you want to thank someone, then thank Your Excellency. This is what you deserve."

Zuo Qiuliang's eyes flickered, and then he kowtowed heavily again, but he spoke devoutly to an ancient and huge door beside him.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. From now on, Qiu Liang will serve Your Excellency with all his heart and soul, and will do his best to protect you. I will not hesitate to die..."

Zuoqiu Liang's mouth is so sluggish.

The purple-haired woman looked at Zuo Qiuliang, who had such a high level of awareness, and nodded slightly, looking pleased.

She looked towards the now deserted hall, and no one knew what she was thinking in her calm eyes.

"The person I named in Lingxue Pavilion earlier is not here now?"

But she suddenly asked this question.

If Xing Dao were still alive, he might be able to recognize the woman in front of him as the one who had communicated with him across thousands of miles that day.

But the criminal code is dead.

Zuo Qiuliang did not stand up at this moment, but bowed his head and said.

“Master Immortal, everything I just said is true. It was Ye Wuyou who murdered the Immortal Master in public and took away his soul. In addition, he mentioned a few names, including Pavilion Master Xing of the Xing Dao, who was killed by him…”

"I didn't know who Feng Xinling was before, but now I know that he is also an immortal master, but he also met with a murderous hand."

There was a slight pause in his voice, but Zuo Qiuliang spoke with a hint of sorrow in his voice.

"And my mentor was also seriously injured by him. After returning to the sect..."

At this point, Zuo Qiuliang was choked with sobs and couldn't utter a word.

The woman sitting in the main seat had a calm expression and listened quietly.

Be it Feng Xinling, Xing Dao, or anyone else... none of them could stir up the slightest ripple in her eyes.

But the mood in some people's eyes changed at this moment.

It was a man in a black robe, who had been sitting on a cushion from beginning to end. His aura was almost dissipated, and the black robe on his body seemed to blend in with the surrounding darkness.

The man turned his head slightly and looked at Zuo Qiuliang, who was choking with sobs and unable to speak, and seemed to be observing him with his eyes.

"Did she feel pain when she passed away?" the man asked.

Zuo Qiuliang paused for a moment, then understood something. He knew who the man in front of him was.

But was Master in pain in the end?
It shouldn't be painful...

The old man was still talking about Luo Qinghan when he was about to die.

In what way am I inferior to her?
At that time, my knife strike was fast, accurate and fierce, and the old man died soon...

But Zuo Qiuliang didn't know whether he was feeling pain in his heart or not.

Zuo Qiuliang silently moved half of his body to face the man, but still did not look up, and choked up.

"When my master passed away, she asked me to carry forward the Five Elements Sect. I was always by her bedside... I think it was not painful at that time."

The man stared at Zuo Qiuliang, examined his expression for a long time, and finally asked.

"I remember before that she had another disciple whom she valued very much, and it wasn't you."

Zuo Qiuliang was silent for a moment, but did not deny it. Instead, he spoke with great pain.

"Master does have a disciple named Luo Qinghan, who is now quite famous in Daxuan, but she..."

"She what?"

"She betrayed Master and quarreled with Master many times... In the end, she even followed Ye Wuyou and never came to visit Master until he passed away."

Zuoqiu Liang's words were extremely distressing.

The man in black robe was silent, and finally said something lightly.

"Understood, you go down first."

Zuo Qiuliang bowed respectfully again, then stood up and left silently.

Only the purple-haired woman and the black-robed man were left on the mat.

The man in black robe looked at the other person and spoke after a moment.

"I'm going to be away for a while."

The purple-haired woman did not respond.

Then the man in black robe spoke again.

"I'm going to be away for a while."

The black and white Taoist robe fluttered without wind. The purple-haired woman finally looked at the other party, shook her head slightly, and said calmly.

"It would be fine in the past, but you can't leave at this moment."

"What if I insist on going?" the black-robed man said calmly.

The purple-haired woman frowned slightly.

"It's just a fleeting romance in the past. Is it worth your attention?"

"A fleeting romance is still a romance."

The woman was speechless for a long time.

The voice came again.

"We have been dealing with Pulaoxu for so long. Now the Luo River is beginning to recover and gradually turning into a paradise. Why should we ignore it?"

"Luo River... is just a blessed land. It's not worth taking seriously. It's just a hook." The woman said slowly.

"But it is a blessed land after all. I don't think it is unworthy of my attention. Immortal Lord, you own this small paradise, but I care very much about the Luo River." The man responded.

The purple-haired woman was silent for a long time before she spoke.

"Pulao is dead. I don't want to cause any more trouble. Since Luohe has become a blessed land, no matter who it belongs to in the end, it can be... you and I just need to wait for Your Majesty quietly now."

The man was silent for a moment, then his gaze moved away from the woman on the main seat and fell on the long-closed door behind the woman.

"I request to see Your Majesty," he said quietly.

The slightly closed eyes of the purple-haired woman suddenly became sharp, and a vast pressure instantly filled the entire hall.

The voice was cold and contained a terrifying state of mind.

"Your Majesty, you can see him whenever you want!"

There was a hint of fear in the eyes of the man in black robe.

He was an eighth-level Tianxuan, but now he felt breathless under the glance of this woman.

He is in the eighth realm, and the other party is in the ninth realm.

Is the gap in realm really that big?

Or is it because of... this small cave under your feet?
This is not a real paradise, but just a small cave created by the other party with human power using secret techniques and treasures. However, even so, it can bring great benefits to people's practice.

Just like him now, although he is still practicing Qi, the quality of his Qi is far different from that of worldly practitioners.

According to the other party's words, there is some spiritual power mixed in it.

And this purple-haired woman is the owner of this small cave.

Is this the benefit that the blessed land brings to practitioners?
If I could have a blessed place...even if it's just the blessed place of Luo River.

To what extent will the strength be enhanced?
The man in black robe gritted his teeth and finally spoke.

"I have been practicing with Your Excellency for 817 years, but I have never even seen Your Excellency. Now that the Luo River is about to open, what's wrong with me getting a piece of blessed land for Your Excellency?"

After a slight pause, the man spoke again, but directly challenged the issue.

"Master, your strength is unparalleled in the world. No matter what you do, it's nothing more than a piece of cake for you. But you are unwilling to take any risks! I have already investigated Ye Wuyou. Even if he really has some skills, he has not yet reached the seventh level! What is there to worry about?"

Pulao died at the hands of Ye Wuyou.

This is surprising, but...

What about Pulao, who was awakened from the glacier by himself?
It's just a toad.

I can kill it just as well.

"Your Majesty does not need that extra piece of blessed land. What you and I should consider is the only remaining cave paradise in the world. For this reason, I don't want to take any risks." The woman said indifferently.

The man paused, then exploded.

"But I want to!"

The hall was quiet for a long time.

After a moment, a faint sigh was heard from the woman.

"If you insist on going, take this with you."

"What is this?" The man in black robe looked at the jade token in the woman's hand and frowned.

"This is a mark of my divine consciousness that can be used to perform a magical power once. You can keep it with me." The woman said calmly.

"No need. I will capture Luo He and bring Ye Wuyou's head to you." The man chose to refuse.

But the woman sneered and spoke.

"You have been practicing Taoism under me for eight hundred years, how come you are still so stupid?"

"Do you think that I am worried about that worldly practitioner named Ye and am unwilling to take this risk?"

The man was slightly stunned.

Isn’t it…

The woman sighed and shook her head,

"Well, you were born in this era, so you naturally don't understand. But there are still many people like me in this world. This is the first piece of blessed land after countless years. Many old guys who deserve to die but haven't died yet will naturally do anything for it."

"Otherwise, why do you think I let that Pulao handle this matter? Is it because I am kindhearted? Is that Pulao really capable and worthy of my attention?"

"Haha, it's because it's stupid, as stupid as you."

The purple-haired woman had an indifferent look, but her eyes were deep.

Reawakening Luo He was her plan and action, but it was left to Pulao to carry out.

Faced with a blessed land that could be awakened, Pulao naturally agreed without hesitation.

If everything goes well, this blessed land should belong to Pulao, the so-called "Lord of Luo River".

According to the agreement, our side can also occupy a share of Luo River without any effort.

This is a no-cost business.

But actually?
There are too many old guys in this world who have used all kinds of means to survive. They are different from the practitioners in this world. They need that blessed land and need to be nourished by spiritual energy.

The revival of the Luo River will awaken all the ancient existences hidden in this world, just like the hungry wolves in the picture, who will swarm in when they smell the blood and flesh.

But there cannot be two tigers in one mountain, and there can only be one master of Luo River.

What kind of bloody battle will unfold on that land...

Who is that guy named Ye Wuyou?
She didn't even want to remember his name.

Feng Xinling, Xing Dao, and that immortal master...are nothing.

It's just an ant killing another ant, why would I care?

These old guys are what the purple-haired woman is really worried about.

She can claim that no one can defeat her, but after all, they are all old foxes with thousands of years of experience. Who knows what methods they will use?

Don't let the small lose the big.

For this, she didn't want to take any risk.

Because her target was not Luo He at all.

Instead, it was through the revival of Luo River’s spiritual energy that it became a blessed land, and the attraction led to the emergence of a real cave paradise.

By that time, the hungry wolves had already suffered heavy casualties in the dispute over the Luo River. How could they have the energy to fight for new precious land?

The man in black robe was silent for a long time, and seemed to have figured out the meaning of the other party's words.

But he left anyway.

But before leaving, he finally took the jade token that the woman handed to him.

At this moment, this dark hall finally became empty, with no one around.

A long, long time passed.

The purple-haired woman gently stood up from the cushion, walked around the empty hall, and finally came to the huge, ancient and heavy stone door.

Her body gently pressed against the stone door, her warm cheek touching the rough and cold bluestone, her fingertips tapping lightly, making a tapping sound.

The other side of the stone gate.

It was empty darkness, without a single human figure.

There was no such thing as the Lord with whom she had been communicating.

Nothing at all.

(End of this chapter)