Spiritual energy resurgence? My former empress wife has also revived!

Lou Guanxue stood by the window, gazing at the snow-capped mountains and clear springs.

Her thoughts drifted back to that distant past.

How many years ago was that?

Was it hundreds of thousands of years ago, or millions of years ago?

Lou Guanxue was unaware of this.

All she knew was that back then, the "heaven" had not yet been divided, and the four realms were unified; that was the era known as the "ancient heaven."

At that time,

Humans and demons live together, and the immortal path is chaotic, with no distinction between sects such as Taoism, demonism, Buddhism, and Confucianism.

The lingering power of the immortal heavenly court built by the ancient gods still oppresses the world, making it hard to breathe.

It was in the Eastern Emperor Realm, on a day when snow was falling heavily, a day that should have been a time for family reunion.

"Beat her! Beat her to death! Let her steal!"

"You damned thief, how dare you steal from my young master! You deserve to die!"

"..."

Laughter and cheers filled the city as an old woman led her child, dressed in new clothes, to light firecrackers.

A young man dressed in noble attire, accompanied by a beautiful woman, indulged in romantic pleasures.

High-ranking monks were drinking and exchanging toasts among the buildings.

Street vendors hawked their wares, and lanterns fluttered in the river where ice floes hung.

In a street corner, a thin, emaciated little girl dressed in tattered clothes was huddled under a tree covered in snow, being punched and kicked by a group of burly men.

Behind the burly man, a slick-haired young man shouted angrily, his face flushed red: "Kill her for me!"

Hearing the young master's request, the strong men worked even harder.

The little girl tried her best to cover her head, letting the angry, burly man kick and stomp on her.

Her thin, bluish-purple skin was covered in bruises, and bright red blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, staining the falling snow crimson.

In the cold winter, the several burly men fought until they were sweating profusely before finally stopping.

The little girl was exhaling more than inhaling.

A money pouch and a cold sesame seed cake fell out of the little girl's arms.

A burly man quickly picked up the money bag and handed it to the young master with obsequious flattery.

The young master glanced at the sesame seed cake, then kicked it in disgust: "You used my money to buy this sesame seed cake, so consider it a reward from me."

"Let's go."

The young master waved his hand, and the burly men spat at the little girl before following him away.

Snowflakes fell, covering the little girl with a layer of fine snow.

Passersby who witnessed this scene shook their heads and ignored it.

The death of a little beggar is all too common; no one would be willing to show kindness for a little beggar.

Before long, the little beggar's body will be eaten by wild dogs, or it will be discovered by the city's patrolmen and dumped in a mass grave.

At that moment, the little girl's hand, which was thought to be dead, suddenly moved.

She painfully propped herself up and shook off the snow from her body.

He stretched out his trembling hand and barely managed to grasp the sesame seed cake with the shoe print on it.

"Wow……"

Fresh blood gushed from his mouth, mixed with what appeared to be fragments of internal organs.

But she ignored it and just tried her best to take a bite of the sesame seed cake in her hand, which was already as cold as a brick.

at this time,

A dark shadow enveloped her.

That was a person.

He was dressed in a long, black robe that trailed on the ground, embroidered with countless mysterious runes.

With his arrival, the wind and snow stopped, not daring to let a single snowflake fall on him.

The surrounding noise stopped, as if time and space had frozen.

He was so tall and majestic, so mysterious and ancient, as if he were a heavenly emperor who had existed since time immemorial, looking down contemptuously at all living beings.

The little girl had never seen such a terrifying person.

She strained to look up, trying to see his face.

But she was disappointed.

Because on that face, there was an ancient bronze mask.

Only those dark eyes, capable of distorting and destroying stars, were quietly gazing at her.

"You are severely injured, your internal organs are ruptured, you are going to die."

The mysterious man spoke in an extremely calm voice, one that revealed no emotion.

Contrary to his mysterious and imposing appearance, his voice was very young, like that of a young man in his early twenties.

But the authority and indifference in his words made it impossible for anyone to disrespect or desecrate him in the slightest.

The little girl did not answer.

She simply took another bite of the cold, hard sesame seed cake in her hand.

She knew she was going to die, and all she wanted before she died was to have a full meal.

The little girl wasn't afraid, because what was there to be afraid of in a dying person?

"Born with the bones of a sword, and what's rare is that he also has a clear and insightful heart for swordsmanship."

"If those swordsmen saw you, they would be overjoyed."

"But it's useless to me. I don't care about comprehension or talent; I only care about character."

The mysterious man continued talking to himself, his eyes, which could only be described as indifferent, calmly watching the pitiful girl.

The little girl finally finished eating the cold, hard sesame seed cake.

During this process, she vomited blood several more times.

At this moment, a golden glow spread across her face, and her dirty cheeks were tinged with a rosy hue, as if giving her more strength.

But only those who are accustomed to life and death know that this is just a temporary respite before death; she is beyond saving.

With her strength restored, the little girl was finally able to speak: "Who...are you?"

Her eyelashes, frozen solid like ice butterflies, fluttered slightly, and her once rosy lips turned bluish-purple and pale.

"who I am?"

The mysterious figure chuckled softly: "...I am 'Heaven,' the Primordial Great Luo Heaven!"

The primordial beginning is the origin of all things;

The Great Luo is the highest celestial realm!

This person, who calls himself "Heaven" and "Primordial Great Luo," is incredibly arrogant and haughty.

The little girl at that time did not know what Yuanshi Daluotian meant; she only thought the name was really grand.

But she soon found out.

He is truly a god!

People say that the will of Heaven is unpredictable since ancient times.

And that "divine will" was his will!

The mysterious person stood two meters away from the little girl.

He suddenly reached out a hand to the little girl.

The little girl had never seen such hands before, so long and so beautiful.

"I had no intention of taking on any formal disciples in this life, but today, on a whim, I met you."

"I will give you a chance. Stand up and let me see your character. If you can grasp my hand, I will grant you an immense opportunity."

Much later, the little girl realized that it was truly an incredible stroke of luck.

An opportunity that would be envied by any Taoist, Buddhist, demon, or even ancient deities in this world.

The little girl didn't think that much about it at the time.

She suddenly realized that if she missed that hand, she would regret it, regret it in this life, and regret it for all eternity.

The pale gold and pink on her face gradually faded, and her cheeks were stained with black.

The little girl's final moments of lucidity were as faint as a candle flame in a snowstorm.

But she gritted her teeth and, like a stubborn little lion, climbed up from the snow.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Two meters is such a short distance, yet so long.

She felt as if her legs were filled with lead, and she felt the blood rushing into her lungs, making it difficult to breathe.

Her mind began to go black, and everything became hazy and indistinct.

Even the mysterious figure in front of him was blurry and indistinct.

The little girl could only follow her instincts, her memories, and the connection that linked the past and the future. Finally, before she breathed her last, she grabbed that hand.

next moment,

A miracle occurred.

A warm, comforting feeling, like returning to her mother's embrace, entered her body.

He soothed her shattered internal organs and cleansed away all her hidden wounds.

Even the King of Hell, who was grinning and about to steal her soul, fled in terror, screaming and not daring to look at her again.

The little girl came back to life and felt more comfortable than ever before, which made her murmur softly.

"Very good. From now on, you are my only official disciple. What is your name?"

The little girl shook her head, lowered her head, and as she did so, snowflakes fell from her hair and sprinkled on the white snow.

"I...I don't have a name."

She was just a little beggar who didn't even know who her parents were and could die on the street at any moment. How could she have something as luxurious as a name?

The mysterious man remained silent and glanced sideways.

In the distance where mountains and rivers meet, there stands a snow-capped mountain that rises to a height of 100,000 feet.

The snow-capped mountains are magnificent, and this small town lies on a flat plain between them, making it a great place to view the mountains.

Every winter, monks from all over the world come here to enjoy the mountains and drink wine, having a wonderful time.

In the small town stands a tall building, the tallest in town, with the three large characters "Guanxuelou" (Viewing Snow Tower) inscribed on it.

The mysterious man casually remarked, "From now on, you'll be called 'Lou Guanxue'."

The little girl smiled. She thought the name sounded nice, and she finally had a name.

The little girl couldn't read yet.

It wasn't until she learned to read and returned to the place where she first met her master that she realized her name was just something her master had casually chosen when he saw the building plaque.

However, this name remains her most cherished possession; it was the first treasure he gave her.

The mysterious man then asked, "Do you hate the people who hit you just now?"

Lou Guanxue shook her head: "I don't hate."

Why?

"Because I stole their things, they had the right to beat me."

"If you become very powerful, and you steal their things, and they still want to beat you up, what would you do?"

Lou Guanxue thought about it seriously for a moment, then said, "I will kill them."

Why?

"Because I cannot allow them to insult me."

The mysterious man laughed heartily, and only then did he acknowledge his new disciple: "Remember what you said today, whether you are right or wrong, you must not allow anyone to humiliate you."

"A true swordsman should forge ahead fearlessly and never compromise!"

The mysterious man said seriously.

He looked at the little girl beside him. Memories from thousands of lifetimes ago told him that if a fairy who learns swordsmanship is not firm enough in her swordsmanship, she could easily turn into a nagging fairy in secret.

He didn't want his only disciple in this life to become like that.

Lou Guanxue didn't know what he was thinking, but she remembered his words and nodded vigorously.

"Let's go."

"Master, where are we going?"

Lou Guanxue was very clever; even before she formally became an apprentice, she already addressed him as "Master."

"Go back to your future home."

Two figures, one tall and one short, disappeared into the distance, leaving behind mottled footprints of varying depths in the snow.

Until the wind and snow came and buried the footprints under the falling snow again.

Lou Guanxue followed her master to her future home—the Yuanshi Daluo Sect!

……

As the memories in her mind gradually faded, Lou Guanxue stared blankly at Mount Ling outside the window.