No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 139: Sadness
In the dark sky, a ray of light appeared, a ray of sword light.

The indescribable sword light was like a gentle breeze, so natural and unrestrained.

"You actually..." Emperor Tianji Weixing of Xidu was in disbelief when he saw the sword light and heard the words just now.

"Crack, crack, crack..." The thirty-six pearls were easily crushed by the sword light and turned into pearl powder all over the sky.

"Wei Ji! Do you think that just because you got there first, you can prevent me from finding the way to this world?" Taoist Qinghua's voice resounded through the world: "This is my hometown!"

Along with the sound, a sword boat appeared in the dark sky.

It was a flying boat formed by a group of sword immortals using their own immortal swords. Accompanied by the sword light from the immortal swords, they crossed the two worlds together and came to the world of immortal cultivation.

At the front of the sword boat stood a young man.

The boy's clothes swayed gently in the wind, and his sleeves fluttered, just like an immortal descending to earth, untainted by worldly fireworks. His hair was gently blown by the breeze, and a few strands of black hair danced in the wind, adding a bit of unruly and free and easy feeling.

The young man shouted, "Sword!"

The Qinghua Sword in Lan Ran's hand shouted, and turned into a stream of light and came into the young man's hand: "Master, here I come!"

The young man in front of him is the founder of the Qinghua School, Qinghua Taoist!
"Break!" Taoist Qinghua held the Qinghua sword and swung it lightly!
Xu Shun saw that the sky and the earth seemed to be cracked, and an invisible sword light flashed by, seemed to be there, and seemed to disappear.

As expected, Emperor Tianji Weixing of Xidu was split into two halves by the sword light.

His body turned into a severed white jade ruyi.

"You run pretty fast!" Taoist Qinghua snorted coldly, "As expected of a person born in the Year of the Rooster!"

Although Lan Dai, Lan Ran and other Yuanshen Zhenren didn't know why the Grandmaster had become a teenager, they still said in unison: "Welcome the Grandmaster and all the masters to return to the world of cultivation!"

"You're just a stray dog, what's there to cry about!" Taoist Qinghua raised his hand, and the Qinghua Sword turned into a ray of light and fell into the Qinghua Peak.

"Although there were some twists and turns this time, fortunately no one was lost and everyone returned safely."

In addition to Taoist Qinghua, there are five generations of Qinghua Sect who have ascended to the Immortal Realm: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, and Blue. There are two to three people in each generation who have ascended to the Immortal Realm, so there are more than a dozen immortals in total.

These are the direct descendants of Taoist Qinghua in the fairy world. Although there were some twists and turns during their return this time, none of these disciples were killed.

He looked at the disciples in front of him, then looked at Qinghua Peak, the disciples on Qinghua Peak wearing purple Taoist robes, and said, "Thank you for your hard work!"

"It's our job, so why should we worry about it being so hard?" said the head of Lan Dai.

"Let's go! Let's talk in the mountains!" Taoist Qinghua raised his hand, and the sword boat carrying Lan Dai and others flew to the Qinghua Palace!
Xu Shun, Zi Geng and the others had also stood up. When they saw Taoist Qinghua and the ancestors behind him, they bowed and said, "Welcome the ancestors and all the masters home!"

Taoist Qinghua and the dozen or so ancestors behind him returned the greeting together.

Up to this point, all the disciples of Qinghua Sect from all generations have been here.

The young Taoist Qinghua looked at the more than one hundred disciples in purple robes and said, "The wind and clouds are rising, and the two worlds are undergoing great changes. I hope all the disciples will practice well!"

"It's all gone!"

"We will follow the teachings of our master!" Xu Shun and other disciples of the Purple Generation said in unison.

Xu Shun saw the Qinghua Taoist group entering the Qinghua Palace, and then looked up at the sky.

A huge crane suddenly appeared in the dark sky, flying towards the south accompanied by colorful lights.

"Junior brother..." Zi Geng also looked up and saw the crane. He looked at the huge gap and felt that the world of cultivation in front of him seemed to have changed.

He said, "Junior brother, what do you think the world of immortal cultivation will become in the future?"

Xu Shun looked up and said, "I don't know, but the world of immortal cultivation has been troubled since then!" As the cranes flew by, it seemed to prove that this path was feasible, and bits of starlight kept popping out of the black cracks.

Every bit of starlight represents an immortal that has crossed over from the fairyland.

Tens? Hundreds?
Xu Shun couldn't count them all.

When he returned to the small courtyard in the mountains, he even saw a huge ship leaping across the black sky.

The scale of the giant ship is no smaller than that of the Baiyu small city.

Xu Shun sighed. Originally the world of immortal cultivation was relatively peaceful, but now it was no longer completely peaceful, and he could only practice.

On the giant ship that Xu Shun saw, there was an immortal with tears in his eyes, looking at the black gap in the sky.

"Oh!" Tears flowed down his face as white as jade, making people around him feel his sadness.

"Emperor, things have come to this point, and this is the only way!" An immortal wearing Wenshan armor beside him comforted him.

The pressure from the world of immortal cultivation was so great that he felt the armor on his body was very heavy.

The person he called the Emperor was the Emperor of Beiji Tianyu Xuanwu.

"I have to leave the fairyland, leave my hometown, leave the Beiji Tiandi Palace that I founded with my own hands, and leave my father's mausoleum." Beiji Tianyu Xuanwu Emperor said painfully.

He is one of the four great immortal emperors in the fairy world, and also a native immortal citizen of the fairy world. Now he has fled to another world like a stray dog.

How could he not be in pain?

"If the fairyland falls, I should die on the battlefield, sacrifice my life, and die in the fairyland! Die in the palace of the North Pole Emperor!"

"Then you can report it to my father and ancestors!"

"Next, to the North Pole Celestial Immortals!"

The immortal wearing Wenshan armor immediately said, "Your Majesty, please don't do that! As long as the mountains are green, there will be no shortage of firewood! We still have a day to counterattack the immortal world."

"I know..." Tears as big as beans flowed from Beiji Tianyu Xuanwu Emperor's tiger eyes, and he said, "Do you think that I must be extremely sad at this moment?"

"Do you think I must have unspeakable regrets?"

He looked at his subordinate immortal officials.

There were originally hundreds of immortal officials, but now there are only a dozen left. Even so, they are still suppressed by the immortal cultivation world, and their cultivation level is dropping like a balloon.

"No! What I can't bear is that I won't have a place to be buried if I die!"

He didn't run away for his own life, but to save everyone else. He was willing to escape even if it meant death without a burial place. He really made a huge sacrifice!
The immortal wearing Wenshan armor also realized the Immortal Emperor. His body trembled, tears flowed from his eyes, and he said, "The Emperor has sacrificed too much for us!"

"We are the ones who have dragged down the Emperor!" A dozen other immortals said the same thing.

"Now that we are stranded in a foreign land, we should cheer ourselves up again!" Beiji Tianyu Xuanwu Emperor wiped his tears and said, "Twenty thousand years ago, my father introduced me to the practice."

"That scene of vigorous vitality and everything flourishing is still vivid in my mind..."

"Now, the world of immortal cultivation is full of vitality, and we must..."

　The bald man has not been buried yet, he really has no place to be buried!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)