This night, the storm was rising and the moon was shining across the night sky.

The moon is like the eyes of a fox, looking at the world indifferently.

It is as huge as the capital city, like a sleeping giant, bathed in the bright moonlight.

Xuantian Pavilion, known as the transcendent existence of Daqian State Religion, seems to be quieter than before tonight.

The night wind rustled, blowing the thin willows. Inside Hongmen, the two sword marks on the ancient wordless sword monument were particularly eye-catching in the vast night.

At this moment, a faint yellow light lit up from a distance, flickering faintly and swaying closer.

Under this dim yellow light, in front of the Wordless Sword Monument, a shadow was stretched out.

"Who?"

Suddenly, a cold shout suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of the night.

Gu Pingfan came from a distance carrying a lantern and approached the direction of the Wordless Sword Monument.

"Xiao Gu...it's me!"

At the same time, an old and indifferent voice came from the night and responded.

Gu Pingfan is the head of the Hongmen Sect. In the Xuantian Pavilion, there are only a handful of people who can call him "Xiao Gu". A quick glance at this person's identity is enough to know that this person's status is not trivial.

"The owner..."

Gu Pingfan walked closer, and with the light from the lantern, he saw the old but tall figure in front of the wordless sword monument.

The white beard moves with the wind, the eyes hide the brilliant light, the great elixir flows without turning, and all the energy returns to nature.

Bai Jingchan, the master of Xuantian Pavilion.

Only with his level of cultivation could Gu Pingfan be unaware of it. Only by looking at people through the dim light could he be able to identify them.

It should be noted that when he reaches his state, the color is empty and mysterious, he abandons the six senses, and perceives everything in the world without resorting to the lowest senses.

But in front of the Xuantian Pavilion Master, he seemed to have fallen from that extremely high level. He still had to see with his eyes, listen with his ears, smell with his nose, and touch with his hands...

"I've met the owner!"

Gu Pingfan's expression was straight, he did not dare to show any slightness and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Bai Jingchan, the old master of the hall is not only unparalleled in cultivation, but also has a very high seniority.

Gu Pingfan remembered that when he had just entered the Xuantian Pavilion and was still an ignorant boy, the old owner had been in control of the Xuantian Pavilion for more than fifty years.

This is the only remaining elder in Xuantian Pavilion, and his age is the same as Wang Shendao, the master of Tianshi Mansion.

It is said that he and Black Sword are of the same generation and have a friendship that is unknown to outsiders.

"Xiao Gu, you're still up so late."

Bai Jingchan looked at the wordless sword tablet in front of him quietly, and spoke softly and slowly, as kindly as the grandfather next door.

"Early spring has just passed, and there are many things going on..."

Gu Pingfan showed the responsibility and responsibility of a sect leader.

The ruins will never be destroyed, and the Hongmen will never stop. If it’s just a business trip, who can afford to rest!?

"You are quite diligent." Bai Jingchan said with a slight smile without looking back.

"Why aren't you asleep yet, Master?" Gu Pingfan asked with concern.

"As I get older, I don't sleep that much anymore...and I don't know why...recently I always think of that time in my youth..."

Bai Jingchan murmured softly, but his cloudy eyes gradually faded away, and the past seemed to be flooding into his mind at this moment.

"Everything in the world goes by with the flow of water, only a dream comes to an end..."

"At that time...that capital...that man..."

At this point, Bai Jingchan sighed quietly: "My old friend is far away... Heijian... If he hadn't died, he would have sat in the position of the head of Hongmen."

After hearing this, Gu Pingfan remained calm, but his gaze lowered even further.

He knew that more than three hundred years ago, Black Sword, Wang Shendao, and Bai Jingchan... these three people had known each other since they were young...

At that time, they were still unknown in the capital, ignorant young men who were just starting out. As for the changes of time and the intertwining of grievances and resentments, it was impossible for human beings to predict.

At that time, no one would have thought that these three people would achieve earth-shattering fame in the future. They would be Masters of the Divine Way and Masters of the Heavenly Palm, white jade like toads fixing the Xuantian.

As for the man named Black Sword, he shines like a shooting star, but his brilliance never fades, and his evil reputation still remains.

"It's a pity for him..."

Bai Jingchan sighed quietly, then slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Gu Pingfan.

"Xiao Gu... that night eighteen years ago, you must have been at Mount Everlasting Sorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Pingfan's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously looked up and happened to be looking at Bai Jingchan.

In those turbid eyes, there is the vicissitudes of time and compassion, but it also reveals the supreme will that no one can disobey.

"I was..."

"The child is indeed dead!"

Suddenly, Bai Jingchan changed the subject, and his faint words resounded in front of the wordless sword monument.

Gu Pingfan's complexion suddenly changed, and big beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. At this moment, there was nothing in front of his eyes. There was no trace of anyone. There was only the vast sky and the bright moon hanging high. The sky and the earth seemed to be one color.

The mountains and rivers seem to be moving.

Blend into nature, pure and silent.

Under such pressure, Gu Pingfan couldn't even have the slightest false thought.

The leader of the Hongmen even had a strange illusion. At this moment, he was no longer a human being. He was just a drop in the vast ocean.

"This is the momentum of the owner!"

White jade is like a toad, which is false, and the blue sky pointing to the moon is also untrue.

If the heart is always pure, there will be no ghosts, no gods, no immortals.

Xuantian founded the sect and established the state religion. This old man who had lived for three hundred years, with just a whisper, turned Gu Pingfan's body into an ant, and he did not dare to say anything false.

"That's right... the child is dead... I saw it with my own eyes... what the Sword Immortal in White took away was just a dead baby." Gu Pingfan said tremblingly.

"Sigh... As we get older, people become more talkative."

Bai Jingchan sighed softly: "Xiao Gu, don't bother the old man."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Pingfan's body trembled slightly and his eyes widened. The old owner still stood in front of him, kind and kind, without any airs.

"The owner is joking."

"It's a pity... After all, it can be regarded as his line of incense..."

Bai Jingchan shook his head and looked back at the lonely and mottled wordless sword monument.

"I don't know why... I always dream about him recently... He is standing there, smiling at me..."

"He said... his bet with Shenzong is not over yet..."

"Victory or defeat is never determined by God..."

"Alas...he is always so competitive..."

"Maybe I'm really old."

As he spoke, Bai Jingchan put his hands behind his back and turned to leave.

"Xiao Gu, go to bed early. Staying up late is not good for your liver..."

"I always feel that tonight is not peaceful."

The old and kind voice gradually faded away, and finally, along with the lonely figure, slowly disappeared into the vast night.

"Tonight..."

Gu Pingfan was thoughtful and subconsciously looked up at the sky. It was dark and vast, with only a few big stars.

…

In this ancient and mysterious lost place, darkness invades boundlessly, and only a few fireflies flicker, bringing some light.

"I'm back again."

Li Mo looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene in front of him and couldn't help but murmured,

Everything was as he expected, the nine-life method changed every three lives.

He first appeared here when he achieved [Three Meridians Realm].

Now, he swallowed the strange earth and stepped into the [Six Meridians Realm], and he really came to this forgotten land again.

"It's still where we left last time."

Li Mo raised his head and looked up. With the help of the weak fireflies, he could see the monument-like cliff in front of him. Its sharp edges and corners were as sharp as a knife and an ax, towering into the sky.

In the center, the mysterious image remains as ancient as ever, with figures sitting cross-legged, ancient and lonely, and nine major veins derived from his body, as if they have entered the sky and are all over the cliff.
To be continued...