Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The souls hanging upside down on the top of the temple were struggling in the cry, stretching their necks and arms, trying to wrap around Wu Xingxue like vines.

Wu Xingxue did not dodge or block, but just allowed the attacks to flood towards her.

For a moment, those souls were stunned. They opened their bloodshot eyes almost blankly, looking at the man standing alone in the wilderness.

Strangely, they saw in him surging anger... and boundless compassion.

Perhaps they were a little frightened because of the anger and coercion. Or maybe it was the compassion as vast as the sea that gave them a moment of tranquility.

That is an extremely strange picture——

There is a tea shop not far from the entrance of Luohuashan City. In the shop, there is a gentleman patting Xingmu every day and telling some strange stories that are not sure whether they are true or false. The waiter in the store talks a lot. He will chat for a long time with every customer who comes into the store. He is often teased for being overly enthusiastic.

One time, Wu Xingxue cut too many messy lines and didn't want to go back to the Immortal City, so he came to Luohuashan City and sat by the window of the tea shop for a while. The talkative waiter came over to pour water with a towel on his back. He looked at him recklessly several times and couldn't help but say, Young Master looks a little gloomy. Is something bothering you?

At that time, Wu Xingxue was stunned for a moment. She didn't care about his rash words, but said: I am obviously smiling, how do you know that I am troubled?

Tens of millions of terrifying-looking souls stretched their bodies, their fingers tightened into sharp claws, but they stopped in front of Wu Xingxue as if they were solidified, with only a few centimeters missing.

One of the souls stared at him for a long time and said blankly: Strange, I seem to have seen you before...

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Wu Xingxue looked at his elongated and deformed face, and after a long time she softly responded: Yes, I have seen him before.

Wu Xingxue remembered his smiling face, but now his face was stretched so long that he had to look carefully to recognize it.

But the person who had teased him for a long time was now crying until his eyes were swollen, and said indifferently: We feel so uncomfortable...

You know what? We feel so uncomfortable...

The waiter didn't answer, but just wiped the table and said, Young Master, whenever you encounter troubles, come here and sit down. We don't have anything else but fun. I'll keep you entertained.

The tea was drawn into a long arc by the waiter. While he was proudly showing off his skills, he said: After drinking a pot of tea, and then listening to the script, all the troubles will disappear. The shopkeeper just told me, I will save you the trouble. Tea list.”

He said with a smile: The greatest guest in the world, please leave only when you are happy.

…

Wu Xingxue just listened, word by word.

The law of heaven is invisible and ruthless, and will not care about the life and death pain of a certain person in this world. But the Spirit King is different...

Can you understand……

That's really a life worse than death.

Life is worse than death.

The Spirit King is not a human being after all.

He cannot cry and has never cried. Throughout his long life, he could only laugh.

The black fog is too thick and the haze is too heavy. He didn't want to look at the sky anymore, so he lowered his gaze.

The only reason is that he turned into a human and had ears and a heart, so he could hear all the scoldings and cries, and could understand the words life is worse than death and I feel very uncomfortable that those souls said over and over again. .

When the absurdity and sadness are overwhelming and overwhelming, there is anger.

And when the anger reaches its peak, all that is left is laughter.

He looked at the frost on his fingers, showing a cold white color, and replied: I'm looking at... how much blood is on it.

Lingpo said: Is there any blood? It's obviously very clean.

He smiled again, his eyes falling into the deep shadows of his eyelashes, not allowing any light to shine through. He said: You just can't see it.

He heard those souls ask: Why are you laughing?

He twitched the corners of his lips and said, ...because it's ridiculous.

He heard those souls ask again: Then why are you looking at your hands?

……Too much.

Too many to count.

But even though it was hard to count, he remembered them all.

Lingpo said: Then you can see it?

Um.

how many?

It would remind him of a time when so many people had died.

But now, even though there were thousands of souls crying endlessly above his head, he still fell into the silence that only death can have.

The loneliness filled the sky, and he stood there smiling.

He obviously didn't have a very good memory, and he could easily pass by many things at a glance and didn't really pay attention to them. Only the people he killed under his sword could clearly remember every face, every time he closed his eyes, and every time he felt those vigorous and beating lives slowly weakening and quieting under his sword, and finally returning to eternal silence. Remember clearly.

The silence of death is different from any kind of silence in the world. It will make all the noise stop suddenly. It will trap people in the clouds and mist that cannot be seen, as if there is no other person except themselves.

So... he never had a good sleep when it was quiet and no one was around.

The black mist made the souls shrink a little. They were half afraid, half disgusted, and fell into restlessness again. The entire forbidden land was shaken and shaken.

They asked: “What is this?!”

What is this?

He heard the souls talking about it and talking with him

Said: You seem to have a black mist on your body.

Wu Xingxue looked at himself and said, I saw it.

Something black and smoke-like was lingering on his fingers, shoulders and arms, and even his entire body.

But it happens to be the perfect fit.

It really couldn't be more appropriate...

He said in his heart.

…

Wu Xingxue quietly watched the black energy wrapping around his body, and after a long time he replied: Evil energy.

It was a unique contradictory scene in the world - the ethereal and clear fairy energy and the wisps of evil energy appeared in the same person... appearing in the Spirit King was like a great irony.

This isn't fair.

Wu Xingxue sneered and closed her red eyes. When he opened it again, he looked up at the millions of souls and asked, Do you want to be freed?

Those souls didn't seem to understand.

Are there any evil demons in the world who kill more people than him? Why would those evil demons be killed if they also have countless blood stains? But he was sitting on the clouds in the sky, looking down at the world peacefully?

Why...

Just because the Lingtai Heavenly Way calls for good or evil, blessing or misfortune?

Want to be free?

Of course I was thinking about it, and I was going crazy thinking about it!

Wu Xingxue looked at them, taking in the elongated and deformed faces one by one, watching their expressions of disbelief and joy, watching them almost kowtow to him and say Thank you and God descends to earth. , say I am grateful.

After a long time, they seemed to understand this sentence, and instantly stopped crying, struggling, accusing and roaring.

At that moment, the entire forbidden place was silent.

There were bright fires burning in the eyes of those souls. They stared at Wu Xingxue with wide eyes and unblinking, and after a long time they fell into excitement and madness.

Legend has it that the mountain fire was so blazing and bright that it burned for twelve miles.

Legend has it that when the mountain fire burned, the entire sky turned red, and even the moon was stained with blood.

Legend has it that some people heard cries and lamentations in the fire, with anger, unwillingness and hatred of not knowing where to go.

Wu Xingxue said softly: Okay, then I'll see you off.

***

Everyone knows that in early March of that year, not long after Luohuashan City opened, a wildfire broke out. The incident happened so suddenly that no one could deal with it.

He was born there, liked it there, and finally... burned it down with his own hands.

For a long time afterwards, Wu Xingxue remembered that scene——

The monstrous fire burned out from the forbidden place and snaked downwards along the twelve miles of lights.

So later people will always guess that it is a punishment from heaven, and it is fire from heaven.

Not really.

The fire was set by the Spirit King himself.

He watched the people who were laughing and joking being wrapped in the fire, their skin and flesh shriveling. Even at that moment, they did not cry or scream. Even before they shrank, they still had that smile on their faces.

Those smiles told him over and over again: These are empty bodies, they are long gone, and everything you praise is false.

The cries and hatred in the rumors all come from those bound souls.

It was strange that he had always felt that twelve miles was very long, especially for a mortal. If you walk and stroll around, it will always take a long time, and sometimes you won't be able to finish it in a night.

But it only took a moment for the fire to burn.

In just an instant, all the lively, bright, and reluctant things were swallowed up in the fire, boundless.

The souls are confused and confused. They have been bound here for too long and they can no longer figure it out.

They think that liberation means returning to the body and living freely again. But that's not the case. They have been out of their bodies for too long. They... can no longer be counted as living people.

It is common knowledge that the dead cannot be resurrected.

They were very close to Wu Xingxue, so Wu Xingxue almost watched them change from joy to confusion, and then to resentment.

They struggled in the fire, roaring and spitting.

They opened their eyes wide, stared at Wu Xingxue through the firelight, and shouted, Isn't this liberation? Shouldn't we be freed? Shouldn't we...let us live?

But that person didn't move from beginning to end, or even blink. He just stood in the fire started by him, looking at them silently.

They spoke indiscriminately and cried: You lied to us!

Wu Xingxue had no explanation.

Their liberation is actually to break away from the bondage, dust to dust, dust to dust, and go to the next reincarnation. But no one likes the moment of departure.

So they are unwilling, angry, resentful, and painful...

They rolled and screamed in the sky-high flames, venting all their unwillingness, anger, resentment and pain on the person who said he wanted to send them to relief.

They shouted again: You will not die well——

Wu Xingxue smiled.

After laughing, he closed his eyes and replied, Okay.

Too many people died at his hands, and not every death had an explanation. It's not like I explained it, those deceased people no longer hate me.

Everyone who died probably hated him, without exception.

So one more and one less makes no difference. A few thousand more or a few thousand less makes no difference.

But he still stood upright, like a lonely tree in the wilderness.

There is nothing that can liberate these souls.

It was a simple fire, with a little bit of the Spirit King's own soul melted into the fire.

Therefore, as long as those souls were burned, he himself was burned. He suffered as much as the souls suffered when they died.

He heard those souls screaming before returning, shouting It feels so uncomfortable over and over again, shouting I will remember you, I will remember you... and shouting You devil.

Bearing the mixed feeling of severe cold and pain, he raised his head in the light of the sky and the earth, as if looking through the diffuse black clouds at the unknown Lingtai Heavenly Way.

He moved his lips and said hoarsely: Did you see it? This is the death of a mortal.