Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

This year marks the 100th anniversary of Qinghe.

The ban on Xiao Fuxuan has just been lifted, less than half a month ago.

If someone rolled up his sleeves, they would find that he still had the remaining curse marks of imprisonment on his body, glowing with a faint golden color, similar to the word free given by heaven on his neck.

It's just that there is a so-called reward around the neck, but there is punishment on the body.

For a hundred years, this saying has been circulating in both the immortal capital and the human world - the Heavenly Immortal was under a ban and stayed in the far north for a hundred years. But what exactly did he do? Why did you disobey the ban? And why did it have to disappear for a hundred years? No one has ever been able to explain all of this clearly.

Even the Immortals from Lingtai who are also in the Immortal Capital, and even Mingwu Immortal Leader occasionally mentions it, they can only shake their heads and say: We know very little.

The only thing they knew was that the Heavenly Immortal once broke into the Lingtai alone that day.

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On the day of the Luohuatai fire, Xiao Fuxuan used his spiritual consciousness to break into the Tiandao Lingtai alone.

There are a total of twelve peaks hanging high in the sky in Xiandu Lingtai. Each peak is guarded by an immortal, and each immortal has an immortal envoy beside him, countless times.

That day, when the spiritual consciousness was wrapped in the wind, frost and coldness of the far north and swept straight into the spiritual platform like a cold ice sword, the immortals and immortal envoys were all shocked and turned pale.

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Since the beginning, no one has ever dared to enter the mourning platform with such an attitude. No matter who it is, whether they come to receive Heaven's edict or kneel down to receive Heaven's punishment, they all walk up one cloud peak after another.

There has never been anyone like this...the sword intent is wild and sinister.

The angels even raised their hands to cover their faces. But even so, they could still feel the strong wind stirred up when their spiritual consciousness swept over them. There were tiny pieces of snow foam in the wind, which had a chilling smell that only existed in the far north.

The moment they smelled it, they were frightened.

People in the Immortal City might misidentify the auras of other immortals, but they would not misidentify Xiao Fuxuan's. Because his immortal aura is wrapped in the strongest evil spirit, he is unique.

It was precisely because he was unique and because he could recognize him instantly that they felt even more frightened.

What happened to make Xiao Fuxuan so anxious? !

All the immortals were surprised and had no clue.

At that time, they had recovered from the short period of The Spirit King was obliterated and had completely forgotten the existence of the Spirit King. They only felt that the Immortal Capital that day was the same as every day for hundreds of years, calm and nothing happened.

So they couldn't figure it out and had no time to stop them. They could only shout: Tiansu! This is against the rules of the immortal!

Everyone knows that one cannot break into the spiritual platform without permission, as this is against the rules of heaven. Xiao Fuxuan must have known it, but that spiritual consciousness never stopped.

They could only vaguely see the shadow of Tiansu in the snowy cold wind. His face was as heavy as ice and his eyes were red.

Their exclamations and warnings fell behind in a blink of an eye, saying: What happened? Why is Tiansu suddenly like this?!

In fact, even Xiao Fuxuan himself couldn't tell what happened.

His body was still sitting stiffly in the heavy snow outside the far north, still holding the unfinished white jade statue in his hand. He couldn't tell what exactly happened, but he only knew that at a certain moment, a sense of sadness for no reason shrouded him.

The far north was vast, and he smelled the snow in the wind, which was as cold as a thousand swords piercing his heart.

He pursed his thin, straight lips and lowered his eyes to look at the statue. Before he could react, his spiritual consciousness had already left his body and penetrated directly into the Immortal Capital.

He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he had to do something.

He should do something, otherwise——

otherwise……

He didn't even know what to do after otherwise, but his spiritual consciousness was like a heavy sword, wedged on the top of the spiritual platform.

At that moment, the peak hanging in the clouds buzzed and trembled, cracks spread from the feet of Xiao Fuxuan's shadow, and gravel splashed.

He held the sword in his hand, raised his head and said, What did you do?

What on earth...did you do?

The obliteration of the law of heaven leaves no room and no trace. This is what everyone in the world should do——

They will come back to their senses from the brief gap, do whatever they want, and forget this day behind them.

All the vacancies in the past will be filled by some natural reasons. Looking back, there will be no confusion or confusion. They will feel that things have always been like this from the beginning, and the world has always been like that, without any change.

This is what everyone should do, without exception.

But... there is Xiao Fuxuan.

***

The immortals at Lingtai never knew what happened on the highest peak that day and in front of the Lingtai case.

In fact, that day, they had seen with their own eyes the twelve peaks hanging in the clouds shaking, and the evil whirlpool under the south window creating violent waves. They even received an edict at some point and rushed to the top of the mountain carrying magical weapons.

But they didn't remember it later, because what happened on the spiritual platform that day was also erased.

In the end, they only remembered the moment when Tiansu's spiritual consciousness came with the wind, and the well-known result.

Later, people often said: If all the immortals in the immortal capital violate the immortal rules, they will have to kneel on the Twelve Peaks of Lingtai to accept the punishment of heaven, but Tiansu is an exception. After all, he is the only one who was summoned to become an immortal, and he is independent from all the others. Outside of immortals. If you violate the rules of immortals, the punishment you receive may be different, which is the so-called prohibition.

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The moment Xiao Fuxuan's spiritual consciousness returned to his body, a pale golden prohibition emerged from the meridians of his wrist, integrated throughout his body, and gathered in his heart. It was a silent imprisonment, using the snowfield thousands of miles away from the far north where his body was located as a prison, sealing him there.

The memories that were once slightly loosened by the sadness that penetrated the heart were erased and disinfected over and over again during the circulation of the ban.

He often lowered his eyes to look at the white jade statue. It was obviously a dead object and its face was blank. But he felt that it should be agile, graceful and a little cunning.

It should be smiling, showing laziness in its arrogance, and would talk to him in a playful manner.

But it never spoke.

Everyone in the Immortal City felt that the Immortal of Tiansu could suppress the boundless evil spirits and endure the vast silence, so he should like peace and quiet. Even he himself felt that this was indeed the case.

But sometimes he would sit in this snowy field with his eyes closed, and he would suddenly open his eyes.

He would raise his head and look somewhere above for no apparent reason. It was as if there would be a ringing sound there, or someone would call him Xiao Fuxuan.

But no.

The sky outside the extreme north is always a green color, mixed with white snow, misty and endless.

Sometimes he would suddenly develop an obsession and want to finish carving the statue of the god. He concentrated the sword energy without murderous intent on his fingertips and tried to conceive for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what kind of features this statue should have.

In the end, he always withdrew his sword energy, but his fingers gently fell on the side of the statue's face.

He used a brocade bag to hold the statue. The brocade bag was made by him at random. It was white with silver threads and was incompatible with his soap-colored boots and robe.

He held the brocade bag and was stunned for a while before hanging it on his waist.

The pale golden prohibition circulated 3,300 times a day without stopping for a moment, and his heart and these subconscious habits were constantly tugging at the prohibition.

He had the sense of being pierced by thousands of swords for no reason every day, and he would calm down every day.

If the entire world has experienced the obliteration of the Spiritual King, then this far north, which seems to be far away from the world, is experiencing obliteration day and night.

Over and over again, one day without clarity, one day without stopping.

It went on like this day after day for a whole hundred years.

***

The day Xiao Fuxuan returned to the Immortal Capital from the Far North, it was March in the world.

But he didn't know it at first.

Because the huge Immortal City is full of smoke and jade all year round, it’s hard to tell which season it is.

He passed through the entrance of the Immortal City and stepped onto the high white jade steps. The twelve peaks of the Lingtai hung above the clouds, corresponding to the blue and gray, half hidden and half visible. Several immortal envoys from Lingtai passed by unexpectedly. When they saw him, they bowed and performed the immortal ceremony and shouted: Lord Tiansu.

They were still a little afraid of him, and they didn't dare to get close to him or talk too much, just like before. After saluting, they turned around and continued to the coffin.

When Xiao Fuxuan returned to the south window, the twelve little boys were waiting respectfully by the courtyard gate. When she saw him, she neatly said: My lord is back!

These little boys were very happy, with their eyes bent and smiles, and they couldn't find any problems.

But Xiao Fuxuan frowned slightly.

The movement was really small, so small that he didn't even realize it. He only felt at a certain moment that these little children were a little quiet.

However, the little boys were all sent by the Lige, and the Lige was used to being very particular about it. The boys and immortal envoys sent out were all well-behaved, and there was no fault in their movements. Compared with the Lingtai Immortal Envoy, the things in his palace are already slightly better.

He was used to being alone, so in fact he didn't need any boy angels at all. When the Li Pavilion sent these twelve boys over, he should have gone back the way he came. Perhaps the ghost suddenly changed his mind because he was obsessed with it.

The little boy has been busy since he entered the door, walking around him and taking care of everything. But they didn't chatter incessantly, so that under the huge south window, there seemed to be so many people, but there was no noise and it was still very quiet.

At a certain moment, a little boy sighed softly: It's only been a hundred years, so fast.

Xiao Fuxuan was changing clothes when he heard the words and glanced at him, and said in a deep voice: Soon?

The little boy probably didn't expect him to answer the call and was shocked. The whisk in his hand shook, and he shook his head subconsciously. It took him a moment to react and said, Don't you think so, sir?

Xiao Fuxuan narrowed his eyes, put the sword aside, and after a moment said solemnly: Yes.

He suddenly realized that a hundred years is not too long for an immortal, sometimes it is just a snap of a finger. And the reason why he felt that it was so long was probably because... outside the extreme north, the snow was falling too hard.

He took off the silver brocade bag from his waist and put it aside. His fingers even touched the desk, but he suddenly stopped.

The little boy held his sword in his arms and was about to put it away with the brocade bag. He blinked in confusion when he saw this. After a long time, he carefully called out: My lord?

Xiao Fuxuan came back to his senses and saw him holding out his hand, waiting, and said quietly: There is no need to accept this.

The little boy nodded in agreement. He was very polite and didn't ask any more questions. But he accidentally caught a glimpse of it through the opening of the brocade bag and let out a light Eh.

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyelids and waited for him to continue.

The little boy covered his mouth, a little stunned. In the Lige, it is not appropriate to peek or ask random questions. They should do everything properly and be well-behaved.

But his adults raised their eyes and waited like this, and he didn't

Dare not answer, and finally hesitantly said: Sir, I accidentally saw the statue of the god in the brocade bag. Why does he have no eyebrows?

Xiao Fuxuan replied in a deep voice: The carving is not finished yet.

He had already changed into a spotless robe and buckled the brocade bag back to his waist. The little boy looked at it curiously and wanted to ask him why an unfinished statue of a god was carried around like this, but in the end he did not have the courage.

The children were cleaning the house in an orderly manner, and some who had nothing to do were waiting outside the door, quietly and not saying much.

This is obviously how it should be, the entire Immortal Capital is like this. But Xiao Fuxuan looked around and suddenly felt that it was boring.

He can endure the dead silence of the snowfield and rarely has boring thoughts. So when this idea appeared, even he was slightly surprised.

But he still glanced out the window and walked out the door.

The little boy hurried out and asked, Where are you going, sir?

According to the common practice in the immortal capital, they had to follow, so one or two of them no longer nodded silently and put up stakes, and swung their short legs to catch up with the adults.

Fortunately, although the adults in his family looked cold and inhumane, he did not make things difficult for them. Although he did not ask them to follow him, he still stopped for a moment when he saw that they wanted to chase them.

Sir, do you have something to do? The little boy raised his head and asked.

Another little boy replied: There must be something to do. When have you ever seen an adult wandering around without anything to do?

Another little boy nodded in agreement: We adults never hang out or visit each other.

Indeed, Tiansu Shangxian never visited anyone's palace as a guest, and no one under the south window ever stepped through the door to visit.

He has always been a loner, which is well known in Xiandu.

However, it didn't take long for these little boys to slowly figure out something was wrong. His master's posture did not look like he was going to do something, because he was neither going to the mourning platform nor going down to the human world. On the contrary, several flying bodies went deeper and deeper.

After a while, the little boy finally realized...that his adults really seemed to be wandering around.

It's not appropriate to say wandering around because it doesn't mean strolling around the courtyard, but it doesn't seem to have a destination. Caught between the two, the little boy was confused and very puzzled.

They walked through the entire Immortal City without any leisure until they reached an extremely remote place.

The rest of the Immortal City is full of palaces and mansions, but this is different. Looking at the cloud-shrouded area, there is only an empty palace in the huge place, and there is a tall abandoned immortal platform next to it. It seems that no one has ever lived here.

People in the Immortal Capital are somewhat taboo about the Abandoned Immortal Terrace, so the place is deserted. Only Xiao Fuxuan's passing briefly breaks the silence.

At that moment, a human wind suddenly swept over. The wind also carried flower petals that came from unknown sources, whirling in the wind, gently beside the empty window lattice of the palace.

It was at that time that Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyes.

He watched the fluffy petals sweep across the window lattice and then fall on the white jade window sill, forming a shallow puddle. He squinted his eyes in the wind, and his eyes fell on the window lattice for a long time.

He suddenly thought of the vast snowy plains beyond the far north. As far as the eye could see was an endless expanse of pale color. There was silence in his heart, as if someone had cut out a piece of it out of thin air. Only the pale golden prohibition had been circulated hundreds of millions of times. stop.

Xiao Fuxuan looked at the window lattice and spoke in a low voice, How many months is it in this world?

The little boy was stunned for a moment and replied: March, spring March.

Another little boy took advantage of the situation and said, Why do you ask this, sir? Are you going to the human world?

***

As soon as the little boy spoke, it didn't take long for Xiao Fuxuan to receive a piece of heavenly edict.

The imperial edicts he had received in the past were all very different. They were caused by demonic chaos somewhere in the world. It was not something that ordinary immortal sects could resist, and he needed to put an end to the chaos.

But this time, there was something different. This time, Tianzhao did not ask him to kill any evil demon, nor did it want to wipe out any place, but asked him to go to the Canglang Northern Territory.

He is in charge of the Canglang Northern Territory, and all the demons who have been condemned will be imprisoned there, and they will suffer so much that their souls will fly away in a few days.

It was a place that frightened the evil spirits in the world, but it did not stand there for no reason and run on its own. Every hundred years or so, he would go to the Canglang Northern Territory to be protected by fairy spirits. To ensure that the place that can frighten evil spirits can be impregnable and safe.

Originally, Xiao Fuxuan should have gone straight north after leaving the human world, but as soon as he arrived in the human world, he heard that there was a Zhaoye City in the south...

It is said that during the hundred years he was in the far north, a demon left his house in a wilderness in the south. From then on, all the evil demons in the world gathered in the south. More than ten years later, that place became the human world. Devil's Cave, today's Zhaoye City. And the devil who first fell into the mansion became the lord of Zhaoye City.

Xiao Fuxuan actually shouldn't have changed his route.

Without Tianzhao, even he cannot meddle in human affairs.

But by some strange combination of circumstances, he changed direction that night and headed south alone. He originally wanted to take a look at the current size of Zhaoye City, where it was located, and what it looked like.

If it was really a devil's cave as the rumors said, he would probably have to receive a decree from Heaven sooner or later to level it out.

There are two roads from where he is to Zhaoye City. One route passes through the Jiamin Wilderness, and the other passes through the common people's city.

He chose the latter because there was a statue of a god in Jiaming Wilderness that he had sealed, which could watch over the boundless wilderness for him. On the other hand, towns are more dangerous at night. In the past, evil spirits often took advantage of the darkness to enter the city.

cause trouble.

When Xiao Fuxuan stepped into the city gate with his sword in hand, the lanterns formed by the people were heading towards the long street.

He saw the lights reflecting off the street, shining brightly, making the pavilions look warm and yellow. There were also noisy voices coming from the cracks in the walls and alleys, blending into the cool night breeze of the spring moon.

He suddenly stopped, and when he came to his senses, he was lightly stepping on the eaves, landing at the corner of the long street like a hawk.

The market was crowded with people like dragons, and dozens of people dressed as immortals protected the lamp flow and passed by him.

It was strange. At that moment, he suddenly remembered that there was a place in the world called Luohuatai, where there had once been an extremely lively mountain market. The lights were like a long dragon, twisting and rising, stretching for twelve miles.

He has been there several times, always in one go. He had always thought that he didn't have a deep impression of the place. It wasn't until he suddenly thought about it that he realized that he remembered many things in the mountain market.

There are always many tea drinkers in the tea shop not far from the entrance, and the sound of the storyteller's wakefulness can be heard on the street. Some inns are full every day, while others are crowded at the door. The lights there never go out when they are lit, and have been on day and night since the market opened. The closer it gets at night, the more crowded it becomes.

There are often vendors carrying bamboo tubes and bamboo stands to sell. The bamboo stands are filled with children's favorite food or assorted toys, such as birds, bells and masks made of bamboo.

Some guests are very interested in choosing and will hold the mask on their face to compare. Sometimes he lifts a corner of the mask and smiles...

***

The sound of gongs and cymbals in the market was heard at that time. Xiao Fuxuan suddenly came to his senses and saw the lights all over the market being sent into the night sky by the people.

He raised his eyes and glanced, but inadvertently passed through the interlacing lights and saw a person standing on the opposite side of the tall pavilion railing.

There was no light in the pavilion, the corner was dim, and the figure's outline was blurry, as if it would be dispersed in the thin mist with the night wind at any time.

Until the lights flickered past the pavilion.

At that moment, Xiao Fuxuan smelled the evil spirit in the wind and saw those eyes.

When the lights passed by, there was a bright color in those eyes, and when the man lowered his eyes, the bright color melted away.

For a moment, Xiao Fuxuan thought of the snowy fields beyond the far north again. He vaguely remembered that when the ban first began to circulate, he seemed to have experienced a thousand swords piercing the heart for some reason.

When he came to his senses, he had already moved to the back of the building and followed the half-open window lattice to the dark second floor.

He saw demon corpses all over the ground, each one looking shriveled. He had dealt with so many evil spirits that he could tell with just one glance that he was being sucked away by a more powerful evil.

Xiao Fuxuan was startled and raised his eyes. I saw the man standing by the railing covering his eyes and moving back a foot.

The shadow of the lamp outside the building fell in front of the man's boots, carrying the unique smell of runes from the exorcism lamp. He avoided the light and stood in the thick night.

His back was turned to Xiao Fuxuan, just one step away.

His hanging hand was still dripping with blood, and his body was filled with unstoppable evil energy, which was stronger than any evil spirit Xiao Fuxuan had ever killed.

In the words of the world, he is a once-in-a-hundred-year-old devil who should be pierced through the heart with a long sword.

Xiao Fuxuan looked at the person in front of him, and the finger hanging by his side moved, but it was not the hand holding the sword. At that moment, he looked as if he was about to raise his hand and touch the other person or something...

But in the end, he only heard himself asking: Are you...Wu Xingxue?

The person with his back turned didn't move. It was clear that no spirit lamp was shining in, but he still covered his eyes and never turned around.

Xiao Fuxuan couldn't see his appearance or his eyes. I could only hear a slight hoarseness in his voice. After a long time, he lowered his hand and said, Why do you think I am Wu Xingxue? Do you know him?

The room was quiet for a moment, and then Xiao Fuxuan's deep voice sounded.

I've heard about it, he said.