blenderwars Chapter 269 He Slept In The Coffin You Slept In (7800 Words)
Chapter 269 He Slept In The Coffin You Slept In (7800 Words)
Chapter 269: The Coffin You Slept In (7800 words)
The night was misty and hazy.
On Spirit Turtle Peak, a group of people gathered outside Wang Xiu's courtyard, their faces filled with anxiety.
Birds chirped incessantly, and monkeys in the mountains also made a lot of noise, causing annoyance.
Luo Binglan, Dugu Qingqian, and other Earth Immortal powerhouses were present.
Ji Zidian sat under a tree, staring blankly at the tightly closed door. His eyes were filled with worry, and even his expression looked haggard. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Li Xuanqi said, "Don't worry, he will be fine."
Zhang Yuge also said, "Yes, what kind of person is he? Even the Demon Emperor couldn't do anything to him. He must just be too tired!"
Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly agreed.
But no matter how they listened, they felt that they were consoling themselves.
They couldn't even get close to a battlefield of that level.
Although Wang Xiu was indeed a genius far surpassing them, he was still young and his cultivation level hadn't reached that stage yet. How could he possibly come out unscathed if he got involved?
Especially the final Summoning Array of the Underworld Emperor, its power was so astonishing that even the spirits of Quasi-Emperors were summoned.
No one dared to think about what price Wang Xiu had paid.
Zhuo Canglang sat in a wheelchair. He had already taken a large amount of Holy Medicine and even had immortal medicine to heal his injuries. His body had already grown back, but his injuries were still far from healed. At this moment, he also appeared here, staring worriedly at Wang Xiu's room.
He coughed twice and said, "If even Uncle-Master Tai can't do anything, push me in."
Dugu Qingqian's expression changed slightly and she said, "Senior Brother..."
Zhuo Canglang raised his hand to signal her not to speak and said, "The Saint Child cannot have any accidents."
Dugu Qingqian remained silent.
...
Creak!
Finally, the door opened.
Snow Ancestor walked out, her pale face filled with exhaustion.
She looked up at everyone, didn't say much, and directly gave them the answer they wanted: "The Saint Child is unharmed!"
A sigh of relief filled the courtyard.
Snow Ancestor continued, "However, he needs to rest for a while!"
Ji Zidian hurriedly asked, "How long?"
Snow Ancestor hesitated for a moment and said, "Shortest would be a hundred and eighty years, longest would be three to five hundred years, it's hard to say!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.
This was considered unharmed?
Snow Ancestor glanced at them and said, "With his Nascent Soul cultivation, he burned his life force to forcefully complete the array, summoning a hundred thousand spirits and sending them into reincarnation... Not being drained on the spot is already a testament to his solid foundation surpassing ordinary people! If it weren't for the protection of the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sutra, he wouldn't have been able to hold on until the Three Purities. He might not have made it past the journey!"
In other words, even a true Saint powerhouse would have a slim chance of surviving after doing so many things!
Wang Xiu really did manage to save his life!
Ji Zidian, Li Zuoyue, and others were naturally dissatisfied with this result. They all asked Snow Ancestor if there were any other solutions, even if the difficulty was greater, they were willing to try.
Ye Guhong said, "This is already a good result."
Everyone was slightly puzzled and didn't understand.
Although this guy was always aloof and arrogant, he was very enthusiastic about Wang Xiu. Why would he say such words now?
Ye Guhong didn't explain, he glanced at Wang Xiu's room and left the crowd.
Li Zuoyue said indignantly, "What does he mean?"
Zhuo Canglang coughed and said, "Alright, everyone disperse!"
As the head, his authority was different from others.
With his command, the young disciples immediately stopped making a fuss and dispersed on their own.
Ji Zidian was a little reluctant, but in the end, he also left under Li Xuanqi's persuasion.
...
Inside the house.
Wang Xiu, still with his eyes closed, listened to the conversation outside, his mouth twitching slightly.
Three to five hundred years?
Just bury me directly!
Snow Ancestor's judgment is partially correct, but not entirely!
Even Snow Ancestor cannot fully comprehend everything inside Wang Xiu's body.
Although his condition is poor now,
he has not completely lost consciousness.
He has the Desolate Ancient Heaven Fighting Scripture to enhance his physical body, which naturally extends his lifespan and strengthens his physical body.
The Underworld Emperor's Prison Suppression Scripture and the Great Principle Supreme Divine Consciousness can also act on his spiritual world, restoring his soul power.
The recovery is not as difficult as Snow Ancestor thinks.
"About a year and a half... should be enough..."
Wang Xiu murmured in his heart, but did not voice any objections. Instead, he closed his eyes and sank into his mind.
...
The courtyard outside became quiet.
The wind blew gently, and the crabapple tree swayed with the wind, its falling petals resembling white snow.
Zhuo Canglang said, "Uncle-Master, you've worked hard!"
Snow Ancestor's face showed even more exhaustion, and a faint blush appeared on her fair and beautiful face, with a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
Her aura instantly withered significantly.
Snow Ancestor waved her hand and said, "This kid saved my life, so now I'll return the favor to him."
Her injuries were more severe than Zhuo Canglang's, but they were not visible on the surface.
If it weren't for a strand of the true power of the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sutra protecting her, she would have been powerless long ago.
After returning, she didn't have time to rest and exhausted her energy to heal Wang Xiu, exacerbating her own injuries.
Dugu Qingqian asked with some uncertainty, "Will Wang Xiu really have to sleep for that long?"
Snow Ancestor fell silent for a moment and said, "The consumption of his origin is too great, perhaps... longer than the time I mentioned."
Silence filled the air.
Everyone remained silent.
Wang Xiu is not even twenty years old yet, but he may have to sleep for hundreds of years. It is truly a cruel fate.
After a long time, Zhuo Canglang quietly said, "As long as he's alive."
Snow Ancestor sighed inwardly and suddenly remembered something, saying, "If there is a treasure that can nourish his origin, perhaps it can shorten this time."
Dugu Qingqian frowned and said, "Such treasures are extremely rare and not easy to find!"
Luo Binglan, who had been silent all along, suddenly opened her eyes and said, "There is!"
...
Spirit Turtle Peak, behind the mountain.
Wang Xiu lay quietly in the white jade ice coffin.
Moonlight fell, shining on his face through the jade coffin. His fair face seemed to glow, like a perfect jade carving.
A faint spiritual radiance surrounded his body, like specks of dust in the sunlight, giving a sense of tranquility and peace.
Dugu Qingqian looked at this scene and suddenly said, "He is sleeping in the same coffin that you slept in. Does this count as a kind of inheritance?"
Luo Binglan said, "I lay in this coffin for ten years, so I entered the Earth Immortal realm earlier than you. Do you want to come in and lie down with my disciple? Maybe when you come out, I won't dare to touch you anymore?"
Dugu Qingqian raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed, thinking, What does entering the Earth Immortal realm have to do with lying in a coffin?
If it weren't for these few years,
perhaps you would have reached this step even faster.
But she naturally wouldn't say these words, as it would make her appear much weaker than the other person.
Although they have been competing for so many years, she has never won!
But she never wanted to give up like this.
Luo Binglan glanced at her and knew that she had misunderstood his meaning, so he explained, "I won't lay a hand on my daughter-in-law."
Dugu Qingqian was taken aback and subconsciously looked at Wang Xiu lying in the coffin. He looked very handsome.
A barely visible blush flew onto her face, and she coldly snorted, "Nonsense."
Luo Binglan looked at her and nodded thoughtfully, "You're right, my disciple probably wouldn't like someone so plain."
Dugu Qingqian: "!!!"
"Luó, I want to fight you one-on-one."
"Forget it! It's not fun to bully you..."
"Are you scared?"
"Ah, yes, yes, yes, I'm scared, okay? Can my disciple not dislike you now?"
"That's not what I meant."
"..."
The two of them argued and fought all the way, gradually getting farther away.
Zhuo Canglang glanced in that direction, then lowered his head to look at Wang Xiu, who hadn't been buried yet, and his mouth twitched slightly. "It's okay, nephew. Your uncle is still here. I won't let you lie exposed in the wilderness. Come... let your uncle bury you!"
Wang Xiu: "..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Canglang waved his hand and the coffin lid flew over, covering the coffin.
...
Wang Xiu was buried.
This kind of news couldn't be hidden.
Soon, the entire Three Purities Immortal Gate knew.
It was still early in the morning.
A group of people came in droves to the back mountain of Spirit Turtle Peak, looking at the lonely new grave on the hillside, feeling a surge of sadness in their hearts.
"Wow—Junior Brother! Why did you leave like this?"
Li Zuìyue didn't say a word and immediately knelt down, holding Wang Xiu's tombstone and crying uncontrollably.
"Yeah! Last time he was fine, why did he suddenly leave... leaving us, his brothers."
Huang Yunchong also burst into tears, very heartbroken, and took out a few sticks of ghostly incense from his spatial ring, lit them, and prepared to insert them.
Seeing this scene, Ji Zidian was furious. He stepped forward and kicked both of them to the ground, hands on his hips, and said, "Crying at a funeral? My senior brother isn't dead, he's just sleeping."
Li Zuìyue was stunned. She glanced at the tombstone and found that it did indeed say "Resting Place of Three Purities Saint Child Wang Xiu."
"Not dead? That's good, that's good!"
Li Zuìyue burst into laughter, quickly got up from the ground, and let out a sigh of relief.
The others rolled their eyes at these words.
Several people took turns to speak to Wang Xiu.
Perhaps Wang Xiu had been unresponsive all along.
Soon, everyone fell silent, still not quite used to this kind of communication.
The scene was slightly quiet.
The breeze on the hillside brushed through the hair and robes of a few people.
Gradually, people dispersed.
Only Ji Zidian and Li Xuanqi remained.
Li Xuanqi suddenly said, "We're leaving."
Ji Zidian was slightly surprised.
But soon understood that Li Xuanqi was the Shu Mountain Saintess, so of course she had to return to Shu Mountain.
She had stayed here for a while because she was worried about Wang Xiu.
Now that there was a result, there was no need to stay for long.
Ji Zidian glanced at her and bit his lip lightly, "If Senior Brother has any news, I will send a message to you."
Li Xuanqi was slightly startled, somewhat surprised, and then showed a gentle smile, "Even if you hide it from me, it's okay. When the day of your wedding comes, I will definitely get the news and come to steal the wedding."
Ji Zidian's eyes widened. It seemed that he hadn't expected the dignified Shu Mountain Saintess to say such words. His chest swelled slightly, and he snorted, "You wish, I won't let you succeed."
Li Xuanqi chuckled, her delicate figure trembling. Even the wind was captivated by her beauty. She stayed in place, teasing the hem of her skirt. A few falling petals drifted from the distant mountains. The petals landed on Li Xuanqi's shoulders and hands. She picked up one, then let it fall between the cliffs, and slowly said, "I'm leaving today, I wonder when we will meet again?"
Ji Zidian naturally knew that the person Li Xuanqi wanted to see would never be herself. She fell into a slight silence and said, "No matter how long it takes, I will wait."
Li Xuanqi glanced at her and smiled faintly. She turned around and disappeared among the falling petals.
...
The Battle of the Eastern Sea is a major event that concerns the entire human race. Although only a few people witnessed it firsthand, it did not prevent the details from being spread widely.
"I heard that Three Purities Saint Child was the one who ultimately turned the tide in the battle on Sea Demon Island!"
"It's hard to imagine. He may be a young genius, but how could he play a role on such a battlefield?"
"Narrow-minded! Who is Three Purities Saint Child? He is beyond our imagination!"
"My master went to the battlefield and caught a glimpse of the final scene. It was Three Purities Saint Child standing on an ancient formation, commanding the formation and summoning a hundred thousand spirits... It was truly spectacular."
"Yes! We were almost defeated. If it weren't for Three Purities Saint Child, the outcome would have been sealed."
"If we lose this battle, the entire Divine State will be in danger!"
...
Everyone was discussing, and the rumors became more and more outrageous.
Some said that Three Purities Saint Child was the reincarnation of an ancient Great Emperor, awakening his past life's power and sweeping through the Demon Race.
Others said that the background of Three Purities Saint Child was unfathomable, with true immortals secretly protecting him. When in danger, the immortals would intervene and suppress all enemies.
"So, has the threat of Sea Demon Island been completely eliminated?"
"Sea Demon Island is gone, only ruins remain. I went to see it recently, and there is nothing left."
"The entrance to the Demon World has been completely sealed! No demon can enter anymore. Peace will prevail from now on!"
"That's great! Three Purities Saint Child is amazing, he is the hero of the entire Divine State."
"A hero is a hero... It's just a pity that the heavens are jealous of talent!"
In a bustling tavern, a cultivator sighed.
Upon hearing this, the others quickly gathered around, curious. "What's going on?"
The cultivator said, "Haven't you heard? Three Purities Saint Child suffered heavy losses in that battle and his injuries are severe. He can't recover."
This statement instantly caused a stir.
"Is this true?"
"What a pity! Three Purities Saint Child is an unparalleled genius! If he survives, his future achievements would be limitless, and he would be revered throughout the South State."
"It's normal for those who are close to being demonic to rarely have a good ending."
"Normal my ass! Can an ordinary genius be compared to Three Purities Saint Child? He is the hero of our human race. Without him, you wouldn't be sitting here talking nonsense. You would have been chopped up and eaten by the Demon Race. This is just heaven's blindness!"
Someone became angry and pounded the table, confronting the person who spoke earlier.
The others were also indignant, and the crowd became agitated. The person who spoke earlier was frightened and slipped away like a rat.
Just then, a green light illuminated the street.
An old man in a green robe walked into the tavern. Hearing the discussions of the crowd, he couldn't help but laugh and cry, "What is all this? Who said Three Purities Saint Child is dead? He's not dead, just seriously injured and in a deep sleep."
The crowd fell silent. "Is this true?"
The old man in the green robe said, "How could it be false? I just came down from Spirit Turtle Peak!"
The crowd hurriedly asked, "Can we go there?"
The old man in the green robe said, "Of course, Three Purities Mountain is now open to everyone, as long as you don't disturb Three Purities Saint Child, anyone can go and pay their respects."
The crowd dispersed in a commotion.
...
There have been many major events in the cultivation world these days.
For example, the head of Shu Mountain, Perfected Being Dao Xuan, died in the battle in the East Sea and a funeral is to be held.
The powerful senior of Grotto-Heaven Earth Immortal, Qiong Tian, also died in the battle in the East Sea and a funeral is to be held.
There is also the former Grand Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain and the former main hall master of Mountain and Sea Grotto-Heaven.
Even Three Purities Immortal Gate has experienced the fall of an Earth Immortal.
It is because of these news that more cultivators have come to know how tragic this battle was.
Many Earth Immortals died, while the Demon Race was completely wiped out.
Countless people fell into silence.
...
Shu Mountain.
Xianyun Peak.
Perfected Being Dao Xuan did not care for fame and fortune during his lifetime. He preferred a simple and secluded life of cultivation, so naturally his funeral was also kept extremely simple.
He died at the hands of the Demon Emperor, his body burning with his essence and blood, turning into a rain of blood that filled the sky.
There was no corpse.
Only his clothes were buried.
Prominent figures in the cultivation world all came, and important individuals from various Grotto-Heavens were sent.
For example, the teaching elder of Dragon Tiger Mountain, whose status is roughly equivalent to the peak master of the Discipline Peak in Shu Mountain.
There was also one of the three deputy hall masters of Mountain and Sea Grotto-Heaven, similar to a vice head, with a very high status.
All the Immortal Gates showed enough respect for this venerable old Grand Master who died while resisting the demons.
Zhuo Canglang came in person.
Although his injuries had not yet healed.
Among those present, only Three Purities Immortal Gate had the status to send their head.
Everyone was shocked.
But when they thought of those rumors.
Such as Zhuo Canglang calling Perfected Being Dao Xuan his godfather for many years, and even almost taking away the former Saintess of Shu Mountain!
They understood.
...
The funeral went smoothly.
Shu Mountain is accustomed to sky burials.
It is rumored that the Cloud Tower at the peak of Shu Mountain leads to a mysterious and unknown place in the clouds, endless and capable of allowing the departed to rest without being disturbed by worldly matters.
"Rest in peace!"
Everyone watched as the clothes Perfected Being Dao Xuan often wore fell into the sea of clouds between the cliffs, floating up and down with the wind from above, until they disappeared, faintly resembling someone ascending to immortality. They silently wished in their hearts.
Crash!!
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew by the cliff.
Two figures appeared here, one in front and one behind, looking at the floating clothes deep in the sea of clouds. Their expressions changed slightly as they said, "Where is he?"
They exuded a powerful aura, with a unique taste of immortal Dao rhyme.
With a disdainful gaze, even the wind between the mountains dared not howl.
They were two Earth Immortal powerhouses.
Li Hanqiu, the master of Qingling Peak who presided over the funeral, was stunned. "Uncle-Master, you're back?"
The two Earth Immortals did not answer and continued to ask, "Enough with the nonsense, where is Dao Xuan?"
Li Hanqiu looked at the clothes in the deep sea of clouds and remained silent.
The two understood his meaning and seemed to have lost their souls as they said, "Indeed, we came back too late!"
Zhuo Canglang said, "It wouldn't have made a difference if we came back earlier. Godfather didn't die in Shu Mountain! He died in the East Sea..."
This statement was naturally untimely.
The two looked over, staring at Zhuo Canglang, their eyes flashing with cold light, and said, "Why did the battle in the East Sea turn out like this? Why didn't you wait for us to come back before taking action?"
There are multiple cracks in the Demon World.
Some are big, some are small.
Before the Battle of the Eastern Sea.
Approximately half a year.
The Eastern Wilderness, the Western Land, the Northern Territory, and even the Central State have all suffered varying degrees of attacks from the Demon Race.
The frequency is very high.
And the actions are significant, causing great destruction in a short period of time.
It is suspected to be a signal that the Demon Race is about to invade on a large scale.
The various regions were already not very peaceful, and facing this situation, it was even more difficult to cope with, so they sent a signal to the South State for help.
For this kind of matter.
The major Immortal Gates naturally cannot shirk their responsibilities.
They dispatched a large number of elites.
Even the Earth Immortal powerhouses went out in large numbers.
The Divine State is vast, and even though the Earth Immortal powerhouses have astonishing speed and can freely roam in the void, assisted by teleportation formations, it still takes a considerable amount of time to transmigrate between different regions.
Moreover, it's not a matter of going and coming back.
They did indeed kill many Demon Race members.
But they didn't expect the Battle of the Eastern Sea to erupt so suddenly!
Zhuo Canglang looked at the two pairs of eyes filled with anger and said expressionlessly, "We can't wait!"
Many factors from that battle can indicate.
That was definitely the most suitable time for an attack, without a doubt.
If they were to delay any longer, any variables would be a devastating blow to the human race.
The ambitions of the Demon Race are great, and their methods are astonishing.
Even if the number of Earth Immortals dispatched by the human race were doubled, if the Demon Race were to be fully prepared, they would all have only one way to go, and that is death!
...
This matter can be confirmed by anyone who participated in that battle at the time.
So countless people stepped forward to dissuade them.
With one word after another, they explained the situation clearly.
The two Earth Immortals fell into silence.
When they were providing support outside, they were still thinking that although the Demon Race was coming aggressively, there hadn't been any formidable enemies appearing, just giving people the illusion that a formidable enemy could appear at any time, which made them reluctant to leave easily.
Looking at the whole process, it was actually very smooth.
Now it seems that there should be some connection between the demons on Sea Demon Island and the Demon World, deliberately making a diversionary move.
...
The funeral is over.
Everyone dispersed.
Zhuo Canglang sat alone on a rock, gently stroking its surface, suddenly remembering something, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Back then, it was here.
He acted like a rogue, demanding dozens of spots in the Ancient Saint Academy from Dao Xuan Perfected Being.
Scenes from the past seemed like yesterday.
Zhuo Canglang looked at the sun at the end of the sea of clouds and said, "Godfather, come back soon, I'll take you as my godson."
After saying this, Zhuo Canglang himself hadn't even smiled yet, but suddenly there was a burst of laughter behind him, very lively, like the sound of silver bells.
Hearing this voice.
Zhuo Canglang trembled all over and reflexively turned his head to look.
A woman in a green dress stood under a tree, her skin as white as jade, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, her legs slender, and her figure graceful.
She stood with her hands behind her back under the tree.
Her smile was shallow but stunning, causing Zhuo Canglang to be stunned.
As if sensing his gaze, the woman quickly restrained her smile and coldly snorted, "After so many years, you're still so unruly!"
Zhuo Canglang stared at her for a long time before smiling and saying, "After so many years, you're still so beautiful!"
The woman in the green dress froze for a moment, her lips trembling slightly as she said, "Don't think that just because you say nice things, I will forgive you."
Zhuo Canglang smiled but remained silent.
The woman in the green dress continued, "Why aren't you saying 'condolences'?"
From the beginning to the end of the funeral, Zhuo Canglang never said a word of condolences.
This was the most appropriate thing to say in this situation.
But if one didn't observe carefully, it would be difficult to notice.
Zhuo Canglang thought to himself that she was still as meticulous as she was years ago, turned his head, and continued to look at the sea of clouds.
The sunlight fell on him, casting a long shadow behind him.
"The words you say have consequences, and I don't want to hear those two words."
...
It turned out that even though Zhuo Canglang had already become an Earth Immortal, many things in this world still couldn't go as he wished.
"Condolences, Master Zhuo!"
"Condolences, by the way!"
"Condolences, don't be too sad!"
"..."
Of course, the Three Purities also held a funeral.
In this battle, they suffered heavy losses as well.
The Fire Ancestor fell, and the first palace master of the Sound Lineage, Gong Shangyu, sublimated to the extreme, burning his own life with a song called "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix."
They all died heroically!
But was Zhuo Canglang sad?
It seemed not.
There wasn't much grief in his heart, only calmness.
Part of the reason, of course, was that he was no longer the young man he was back then. When he first heard the news of the deaths of his masters and ancestors in the East Sea, he cried so much that he felt like the sky was falling.
The more important reason was that he knew those old friends would eventually come back.
Although in the eyes of many, they were no longer the same as before.
But what did that matter?
...
The funeral of the Three Purities Immortal Gate lasted for several days.
The liveliest place, however, was not the Situ Peak where the funeral was held.
It was the Spirit Turtle Peak.
The back mountain of Spirit Turtle Peak was rarely visited by people, but at this moment, it seemed to have become the most popular attraction in the entire Three Purities Immortal Gate.
Every day, a large number of young men and women came here to pay their respects.
They longed to catch a glimpse of the legendary Three Purities Saint Child.
It was said that this Three Purities Saint Child not only had unparalleled talent, but was also an extremely rare and extraordinary beauty in the Divine State, a sight that only appeared once every ten thousand years.
Even immortals would shake their heads after seeing him!
But they were destined to be disappointed.
Wang Xiu was buried deep underground, and the only thing visible on the surface was a stone tablet.
Nothing else.
"It's unfair to the Three Purities Saint Child like this!"
A boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old looked at Wang Xiu's stone tablet with indignation and said, "How can a young hero like the Three Purities Saint Child die so quietly?"
Beside him, a girl who looked delicate and charming said, "What nonsense, brother? The Three Purities Saint Child is just in a deep sleep, he hasn't died."
The boy said, "Even if he's in a deep sleep, it should be a grand and magnificent one!"
The girl tilted her head and asked, "Brother, what do you want to do?"
After thinking for a moment, the boy said, "At the very least, we should write a biography for him! Record the outstanding contributions he made to the human race, so that future generations won't forget!"
The girl was stunned and couldn't react for a moment.
A biography... isn't that something usually engraved on a tombstone?
Three Purities Saint Child is not dead again!
As she was thinking, she heard a "shua shua shua" sound in her ears.
The young man had found a piece of bluestone and carved words on it.
The young man's swordsmanship was good, his sword was fast and stable, and the stone chips flew, and before long... the bluestone weighing tens of thousands of kilograms was already covered with inscriptions.
"Wang Xiu, Three Purities Saint Child, birth and death years unknown... Orphaned in childhood, lost his teacher in his youth, but he never complained, instead he was full of enthusiasm for everyone..."
"He is low-key and humble, clearly possessing astonishing talent, but he never boasts... Even during a period of time when he was regarded as a shame by his peers, he didn't defend himself... But, gold will always shine!"
"... In the Ancient Saint Academy, he led the declining Three Purities Immortal Gate, sweeping through 107 Immortal Gates in the South State, countless Saint Child and Saintess bowed down, none could resist..."
"In front of the divine and demonic murals, he created a record that lasted for eternity..."
"... He even defeated the Demon Race Saint, thwarted the Demon Race's conspiracy, and saved countless humans!"
"He created the Soul Dueling Machine, changing the landscape of the South State..."
"He led the design of the Demon-Sealing City, with unparalleled talent, unprecedented in ancient and modern times..."
"In the battle of the Eastern Sea, with only a Nascent Soul, he became a god..."
Thousands of words flowed out effortlessly.
There was not a moment of stagnation.
The girl was amazed and said with some admiration, "You're amazing, brother!"
The young man shook his head and looked at the resting place of Wang Xiu, saying, "I just remembered a legend, but he... is the one who created the legend!"
Silence fell.
The evening breeze rustled the robes of the young man and the girl, and the grass was fragrant on the ground.
The young man said, "Sister, let's light incense for Three Purities Saint Child, shall we?"
The girl's eyes were already moist, and she nodded earnestly, "Yes!"
The two of them acted with utmost seriousness, lit the incense, bowed three times in front of Wang Xiu's stele, and then inserted the incense in front of the stele.
The young man said earnestly, "Three Purities Saint Child, if you have a spirit in heaven, please bless me! I won't let you down, I will definitely follow in your footsteps and become someone like you!"
[Ding!]
[Detected someone bragging nearby, congratulations to the host for gaining +25 mana!]
Then they left.
Not long after, Ji Zidian arrived here and saw this scene, feeling itchy with anger, "Who is it again? I've said it so many times, Senior Brother is not dead, he's just sleeping, don't light incense, don't light incense, don't light incense!!!"
The voice was sharp, thunder resounded in the sky, it was quite frightening.
In the mountains, the siblings who had just left Spirit Turtle Peak heard the commotion and hurried away.
"Brother, did we make a mistake?"
"Nonsense, Three Purities Saint Child was born divine, he is protected by the Thunder God, what do you know?"
"Ah~"
"..."
...
Ji Zidian was very helpless.
There was not just one incense stick in front of Wang Xiu's stele, but a dense cluster, obviously many people had done the same!
She had discussed this with Zhuo Canglang before, suggesting to remove the stele so that this wouldn't happen.
But Zhuo Canglang's response was, "If we don't have a stele to mark the location, if those people stand on your Senior Brother's head, can you accept it?"
The answer was naturally no.
Ji Zidian couldn't accept it at all.
As for completely blocking off the back mountain of Spirit Turtle Peak and not allowing anyone to approach, that method had already been ruled out.
According to Li Zuoyue and others who were familiar with Wang Xiu, he always loved excitement, even if he was asleep, he probably wouldn't want to be isolated from the world and not feel any human presence.
And...
When Ji Zidian and the others first attempted to isolate Wang Xiu's resting place, the coffin board of Wang Xiu moved all night.
It clearly expressed its protest.
So, this resolution was abolished.
(End of this chapter)