Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

A bright moon slowly rose from behind the fairy island.

Between the sea and the sky, only the moonlight flows, the waves crash, and the pines rustle.

At the summit of the immortal mountain, on the edge of the rugged mountain shadows illuminated by the enormous full moon, a figure silently appeared.

His name is Bai Ye, and he wields the immortal sword Taibai.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no breathtaking sword intent.

He simply took a step forward.

The vast expanse of frost-white mist that enveloped the entire immortal mountain suddenly stirred.

"Having been out of the public eye for so long, I had no idea that such a sword immortal had emerged in this world."

Bai also emerged from the immortal mountain.

The bright moon moved with him.

By the time they reached Russell, the moonlight had almost completely enveloped the world.

"What is the state of the world now?" Bai also asked.

"What happened in the past is what it is now. As for the future, it may get better or it may get worse. I can't know exactly what will happen."

Bertrand Russell crossed his arms, reflecting on how difficult the world is and how treacherous people's hearts are, a truth that has remained unchanged throughout history.

The course of history rolls ever forward, repeating the same mistakes time and time again.

"Although I had expected it, hearing it with my own ears was still quite heartbreaking," Bai said with a wry smile.

More than a hundred years ago, he, who was known as "the most triumphant man in the world," secluded himself from the mountains and swords and came to this island to befriend books and keep company with the sea, because he was too disappointed with the world.

More than a hundred years later, he finally met a swordsman who was just as spirited as he was back then, but what he got from him was the answer that the world has never changed.

Really...

"The bright moon rises over the green mountains, amidst the vast sea of ​​clouds; the long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, yet no one is seen returning."

Bai sighed softly, and before his chanting had ended, heaven and earth suddenly echoed in response.

The lone moon hanging high in the sky suddenly shone brightly, and a waterfall of moonlight cascaded down from the heavens in a mighty torrent.

The vast sea of ​​clouds surrounding the solitary peak suddenly surged, a long wind swept through, and the sword shadows transformed into a colorful galaxy, resembling a long ribbon in the sky.

When the sword waterfall and the sword tide meet and intertwine, it seems to steal all the brilliance from the world and burst forth with incomparably dazzling light.

The sword light poured down like a mighty river flowing down.

This is Bai Ye's sword, the most dazzling, the most elegant, and the most triumphant sword in the world.

Russell's lips curled into a smile, but his sword was equally formidable.

There were no unusual phenomena in the heavens and earth, nor were there any summoning of clouds and winds.

He simply took a quiet, deep breath. With that breath, it seemed as if all the light, all the sound, and all the energy around him were drawn away, compressed, and absorbed into his tiny body.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment, yet it also seemed to be compressed into an insignificant point.

He saw mayflies living only a day and dying by the stream.

In its short, dew-like life, at the moment the first rays of dawn appear, its tiny body struggles to flap its wings, towards the rising sun, bursting forth with the last and purest radiance of its life.

The light was faint yet intense, fleeting yet eternal.

Russell's fingertips glowed with a faint blue light, and he gently moved forward, his movements slow and even tinged with a sense of sluggishness.

A light appeared.

This radiance has no form, no trajectory; it simply exists and then burns.

At first, it was like a struggling firefly in the dark night, so small as to be almost negligible in the face of the overwhelming moonlight sword waterfall and the crystal sea of ​​clouds.

However, the instant it lit up—

The heavens and earth fell silent!

Using its own existence as fuel and its entire will to live as flame, in a fraction of a second, it bursts forth with an ultimate brilliance that transcends time, space, and all conceptual constraints.

Mayflies live only a day and die at dusk; this sword represents the most magnificent, most unregretful, and most eternal moment in their short lives.

A pure white, blazing light crashed headlong into the surging, seven-colored, crystalline sword tide that swept across the heavens and earth.

The vast, cascading Moonlight Sword Waterfall was invaded by that point of pure white, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, rippling outwards. Soon, the light of the entire waterfall dimmed, and finally, at the center of the ripples, it was completely pierced by that pure white, leaving a smooth, mirror-like hole.

A corner of the sky tilted.

It spread from the top of his head to both sides, for thousands of miles.

"A very beautiful sword."

As the night sky dissipates, Bai raises his hand to pick up a speck of light. Mayflies are born in the morning and die at dusk, leaving only a fleeting moment of beauty, intense yet tragic.

"This sword is named Mayfly, and it too comes from floating," Russell said with a light laugh.

"Oh?"

"He is a great demon, a chess piece, and also a sword cultivator."

Russell recounted everything that had happened on the Great Wall of Swords, and Bai listened, looking down on Zhou Mi's actions.

"Would you like to come with me to the island for a while?" Bai asked.

He has been living in seclusion for hundreds of years, and many have come to seek him out, but only Bertrand Russell has caught his eye.

"What do you think I came here for?" Russell glanced at Bai Ye.

Bai laughed heartily.

His residence was located on the top of a green mountain.

The scenery is superb, with a sea of ​​clouds rising and rolling among the peaks, the sound of pine trees rustling in the deep forest, and a great river rushing in the distance.

A very simple thatched cottage lies quietly beside a clear stream. The bamboo fence is sparse and covered with unknown vines that bloom with tiny purple flowers. Inside the fence, several vegetable patches are lush and green.

A narrow stone slab bridge, about a foot wide, spans the crystal-clear stream. The water babbles gently, and several brightly colored fish are leisurely swishing their tails.

Inside the thatched cottage, through the open bamboo door, one can vaguely see bookshelves covering the walls, ancient books piled high, a small table, an inkstone, a brush holder, and nothing else of value.

"No wonder you've been able to stay here for so long; it truly is a paradise on earth."

This situation stirred the MC's soul within Russell's body.

The saying goes, "If you want to get rich, first cut down trees."

A sword aura flashed past, instantly freezing Bai Ye, who was about to go inside to get his axe.

"You..." Hearing the sound of towering trees falling, Bai also looked at Russell, hesitating to speak.

Russell coughed awkwardly.

I'm so used to creative mode that I forgot the other player is a survival player.

But since the tree has already been cut down, we can't just leave it there.

In front of Bai Ye, Russell cut each tree into pieces, letting them fall one by one.

Amidst the clattering sounds, Russell seemed to hear a familiar melody—

"It is said that there really is a god, a solitary figure..."

He chose the relatively open space next to the thatched cottage, which was nestled against the mountainside.

It is situated with a lush, sword-like bamboo forest at its back and a babbling brook in front, with a waterfall visible in the distance, making it an excellent location.

Before long, to Bai Ye's astonishment, a large area of ​​buildings suddenly took shape.

"sharp."

Bai was also amazed by what he saw.

If asked to establish a new world, he would undoubtedly take on the task without hesitation.

It's just a matter of how many swords are drawn. But asking him to build a structure of this scale would be asking too much of him.

I spent about half a month on this overseas fairy island, and also about half a month discussing swordsmanship.

Then, Russell left behind an avatar before departing in his true form.

His saying was, "Hao Ran is pleased with himself, Bai is unparalleled in poetry, and the spring breeze is as calm as spring."

Now that he has witnessed this triumphant sword light, it is time to go and meet that gentle spring breeze.

The Lizhu Cave Heaven is located at the northernmost tip of the Eastern Treasure Bottle Continent, suspended high in the sky like a pearl.

In terms of administrative planning, it belongs to Dali and is the smallest of the Thirty-Six Lesser Grotto-Heavens, encompassing only a thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

Don't let its small size fool you; it's packed with big shots. Even with his current cultivation level, he might not even crack the top three in terms of realm alone.

Lizhu Cave, known as the strongest beginner village in the history of novels, has more than two hands to count the fourteen realms alone, not to mention the reincarnations of the gods of water and fire, and the old sword hanging under the covered bridge.

Russell was very fast. The moment he had the idea to move, he appeared outside the city gate of Lizhu Cave Town.

He stopped outside the city gate and released a wisp of his aura.

For a moment, the old sword under the covered bridge swayed gently. In the small courtyard in the very center of the town, the old man holding the old pipe was the first to raise his head and look towards the east of the town.

Then there were the kiln workers in the town's dragon kiln, the vendors selling candied hawthorns, the fortune tellers by the roadside, and the blacksmiths in the blacksmith's shop...

A gentle breeze brushed his face, and in the blink of an eye, another person appeared in front of Russell.

"Sword Immortal Russell," Qi Jingchun said, bowing. "What brings you to Lizhu Cave Heaven?"

Russell returned the greeting: "I am a lonely man who has come to settle here. Mr. Qi, you are welcome to welcome me."

"As long as we don't break the rules, that's fine." Qi Jingchun smiled calmly, turned around and led the way.

There were quite a few people in the town who came seeking opportunities; one more Russell would not make a difference, nor would one less Russell.

Moreover, Russell had recently slain two powerful demons with his sword, winning the Thirteenth Battle for the Sword Qi Great Wall.

From both a moral and logical standpoint, he shouldn't have tried to stop it.

So, following Qi Jingchun, Russell stepped into the town from the eastern entrance.

The first thing that catches the eye is a solitary mud house, the residence of Zheng Dafeng, the town's gatekeeper.

Further in, you enter the town.

"Would you like me to show the sword immortal around the town?" Qi Jingchun asked.

"Mr. Qi, please go ahead. I know what I'm doing."

After receiving Russell's assurance, Qi Jingchun stopped interfering and returned directly to the school.

Russell, meanwhile, wandered around the town on his own.

During the journey, we passed a fortune-telling stall. The stall owner was a young Taoist priest wearing an old Taoist robe. He sat upright behind the table, wearing a tall crown, like a blooming lotus flower.

"The three leaders seem to be having a good time," Russell teased.

"What's so great about being happy? This wretched place is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It can't compare to your carefree life." Lu Chen rolled his eyes at Luo Su, then stood up, leaning on the table. "I've got nothing to do today, so I'll keep you company, you killer. By the way, do you have a place to stay here?"

Russell, quite the bachelor, simply shrugged.

"I give up. So you just came here to freeload off me, huh?" Lu Chen covered his forehead, feeling like he'd met the wrong person.

Russell's relationship with Lu Chen was even comparable to his relationship with A Liang.

About sixty years ago, before the debate over the third and fourth Confucian temples began.

At that time, Russell was only in his twenties. He relied on a sword technique book that he bought for ten coins at a roadside stall to cultivate to the Forging Furnace Realm, one of the five lower realms.

Unfortunately, due to the incompleteness of his cultivation technique, he was never able to take that step towards the sixth realm, the Cave Abode Realm.

Until he met Lu Chen.

Lu Chen said he was a good candidate for sword practice.

Russell was ready to become Lu Chen's apprentice, but Lu Chen only pointed at him and taught him a rather profound sword technique before disappearing.

Although Russell found it strange, he had no other choice.

Fortunately, the sword technique left behind by Lu Chen was of high quality. Relying on this sword technique, he broke through all the levels and only spent forty years before stopping at the threshold of the eleventh level, the Jade Purity Realm.

At this point, Lu Chen reappeared.

He accompanied him on his travels for ten years, after which the two parted ways. He met A Liang at the Great Wall of Sword Qi and stayed there for another ten years.

After that, he left the Great Wall of Swords and traveled the world, until today.

"Sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye. That green lad from back then has actually become a great sword immortal of the fourteenth realm. Tell me, did you achieve your Dao through the right timing, the right place, or the right people?"

As Lu Chen introduced the town to Russell, he casually asked some questions.

The fourteen realms of this world are called the Dao Integration Realm. In reality, it is about merging oneself into a Dao. After merging with the Dao, the Dao continues, and life never ends.

The concept of "harmony with the Dao" is further divided into three categories: harmonizing with the sun, moon, and stars (representing celestial timing); harmonizing with the land of a continent, city, or region (representing geographical advantage); and harmonizing with ethereal things such as thoughts and intentions (representing human harmony).

"Guess," Russell chuckled.

It's not that he's unwilling to talk about it, it's just that he can't bring himself to say it.

In a sense, he is still at the thirteenth realm.

However, his values ​​are too high, and coupled with the entanglement of various causal threads, he is unfathomable and unpredictable.

In fact, for him, the division of realms was meaningless, and whether or not one was in harmony with the Dao was equally meaningless.

In the heavens and on the earth, except for the fifteenth realm where it is temporarily difficult to cut, it is only a matter of one or a few sword strikes.

"Fine, don't tell me then. Let me show you your new place. Seriously, if you want to stay here, you'll need to have a skill you're good at. Have you thought about what you want to do in the future? Don't even think about fortune telling or talisman drawing. That's my livelihood. If you dare to steal my business, I'll fight you."

"As for business, how about carpentry? I'm good at carving, and if that doesn't work, I'm also a very good cook," Russell said after thinking for a moment.

"Carpenter is good, carpenter it is." Lu Chen nodded in agreement.

The two continued walking until they reached the old locust tree.

Russell glanced at it once and then lost interest.

Continuing forward, you arrive at the covered bridge, where the old sword hangs beneath it.

Bertrand Russell stopped here.

The swordswoman is at the fifteenth level; if I could fight her...

Never mind, there's no rush.

Having suppressed his sword intent, Lu Chen pretended to wipe the sweat from his brow.

This kid's made it big now, and there's no stopping him now.

Unlike those ten years, when he stopped the kid from acting impulsively countless times.

“Speaking of which, I haven’t asked you yet,” Russell paused slightly, turning back to look at Lu Chen, “Why did you help me like that back then?”

"Why are you asking now?" Lu Chen asked curiously.

He didn't ask when they first met, he didn't ask when they met again, and he didn't ask during those ten years either. He thought he didn't care anymore.

“I couldn’t beat you before, so if you have any plans, I’m worried that asking will hurt our feelings,” Russell shrugged and said frankly.

There are countless cunning and treacherous people in the Sword Sect; if you're not strong enough, being wary is useless.

"Hey, kid, what are you saying? You think you can beat me now?" Lu Chen looked at Russell in surprise.

“Anyone below the fifteenth realm will be executed.” Russell patted the sword box behind him. “To be honest, I’m planning to go to Baiyujing to ask your senior brother for a sword duel.”

"Let's forget about it." Lu Chen chuckled lightly. "I'd be heartbroken if either of you died. As for what happened back then, it's quite simple."

"How to say?"

“I feel you’re very different,” Lu Chen said carefully. “It’s a very strange feeling.” (End of Chapter)