NFBE Chapter 621: A Story in a Fantasy World
Chapter 621: A Story in a Fantasy World
Chapter 621: A Story in a Fantasy World
Guangyu finally felt the reality. In his dream, he tore open the curtain of illusion with one hand, and then his physical body suddenly opened his eyes. The stagnant spiritual power quickly revived like a dragon. His spiritual roots absorbed the spiritual power and produced a layer of fire covering his body surface, dispelling the coldness in his body.
"Finally out, what a terrifying illusion!!" The confusion in Guangyu's eyes was replaced by determination.
"Have you found the answer you were looking for?" A voice suddenly sounded from beside him, scaring Guangyu.
I saw Changqing sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sky, with the demeanor of a master.
Guangyu looked at the people of the Yuling Sect who were busy in the lush forest, and a sense of wonder and nostalgia emerged in his mind, but it was quickly suppressed by his spiritual wisdom, and the light in his eyes gradually brightened.
"Not yet, but I saw the cause and effect after my reckless behavior, and I know that what I did before was indeed too selfish!" Guangyu came to the side of the cliff and sat down. Looking at the Yuling Sect monks who were still full of energy, he couldn't help but be stunned.
In the illusion, he became the sect leader, and he wanted to lead the Yuling Sect to prosperity through his own planning. At first, the effect was excellent, but soon... For a place to practice, for a chance to practice, and for himself to become stronger, he began to act on his own and would not listen to the words of his elders. He felt that these old men in the sect had too many concerns and lost their courage, so he moved forward step by step according to his own ideas.
Soon his strength reached the level of a great power, but in the process he offended many forces and suffered many bad consequences.
A camel can carry a thousand pounds, and a pile of straw can exceed ten thousand pounds.
Just like this, the Yuling Sect faced a crisis. Dozens of sects joined forces to besiege it. The sect's formation did not last more than half a day. He fought bloody battles, but all the sect disciples died tragically. Even his most respected master blocked the most fatal blow for him at the last moment.
The sect was littered with corpses and blood, turning completely blood red. He was afraid and fled, leaving behind thousands of corpses soaked in sunlight and blood.
This was the first time he was confused. He had led the Yuling Sect through many trials and tribulations and had achieved today's glory, but why were these people unwilling to let him go...
No one answered, and he was even more confused. He felt more and more resentful towards those dozens of sects.
He hid his real name and was driven by anger. He kept practicing hard, almost to the point of paranoia. During this time, he also constantly retaliated against one sect after another. This went on for hundreds of years. When his cultivation level improved further, his reason was obliterated by his anger.
Those sects that had grudges against them also met their final doom.
When he killed the last powerful man, he felt a sense of emptiness for no reason. He became even more confused. He saw the resentment of those powerful men before they died, and they seemed to be explaining why they were unwilling to let him go.
Instead of feeling happy after getting his revenge, he looked around but there was no one to complain to. In the end, he was the only one left. Having lost the support of hatred, he returned to the Yuling Sect. Looking at the bones that had long been weathered into fine sand, his heart was suddenly touched.
He wished his master was by his side. He had already started to care about others, and his desire for cultivation had become more nostalgic. However, he never knew...
He buried the bone sand and turned away. The Yuling Sect was not rebuilt because the Yuling Sect in his heart had already perished.
He transformed into a mortal and walked the mortal world. A few years later, the sound of firecrackers was heard and a newlywed couple appeared in a small bluestone courtyard.
A few years later, a little kid was playing in the yard. A man returned home carrying farm tools, and the woman brought out some water to quench his thirst.
The man looked at this happy scene, and the guilt that had arisen in his heart for some time finally eased a little.
But fate is always a fickle thing. Since a powerful person can establish a sect in the world, he must have a huge network of connections and many backers.
He was found after all.
Guangyu continued talking while looking at Changqing beside him. Changqing kept nodding and in his mind he also weighed the Guangyu in the story.
The sky suddenly darkened, and countless thunders flashed between heaven and earth, constantly smashing houses. Countless people within a radius of thousands of miles died under the thunder. The figure reflected in the sky said: "My disciple has fallen, and the sinners within a radius of thousands of miles will be buried with him!"
The thunder engulfed an area of thousands of miles. Wherever it fell, the rocks were shattered, the grass and trees turned to ashes, not to mention those living beings...
That day, he failed to save his wife and children, and even his hands and feet were abolished, and he was thrown into a mortal town, where he was humiliated.
His tears had long dried up, leaving only pain, and he suddenly remembered what Chang Qing had said to him, that the world of cultivation cannot be forced into by sheer passion alone.
Yes, after experiencing ups and downs, he had long realized that he was wrong from the beginning.
He finally realized that as long as there are people you care about, cultivation is not just a one-person thing.
His guilt was determined from the beginning. He was arrogant, looked down on others, and was more like a selfish person. He was lost in power and completely forgot that there were people around him who needed protection. His master was incompetent.
In the cold winter wind, he kept drawing faces on the bluestone slabs on the ground, each one clear and distinct, until he finally put pen to paper: a woman, a child, and countless mortals he had never seen before.
Touching the faces of the woman and the child, my heart ached. I wanted to cry but I had no tears left.
The dishevelled old beggar roared to the sky: "Oh my God, must my arrogance cost me so many innocent lives?"
He fell in the cold wind, still longing for strength, but his heart was filled with regret. Until the cold wind awakened his consciousness, he saw through the illusion and woke up. He knew where he went wrong, but he was even more confused about the way forward.
Changqing had been listening attentively, he never thought that the illusion created by the Emperor's Rest Technique would be so tragic, it seemed a bit too much. Fortunately, Guangyu's character was still strong, otherwise he might have been stuck in the illusion.
In fact, at this moment, Changqing was able to report to Old Man Su, as his disciples had already changed.
Guangyu felt emotional as he looked at the lively crowd.
"When I was young, I encountered a disaster and became a beggar. I snatched food on the street, fought, stabbed people in the back, and did all these things. I did all these just to survive. Later, I met an old and frail cultivator and was able to practice cultivation. I never thought that the old man, whom I regarded as a relative, actually took a fancy to my body and wanted to take over my body. After that, I became more cautious and tricked the cultivator to death.
Before I came to Yuling Sect, I thought the cultivation world was just like that, full of intrigues and deceptions, and even darker than the human world. I didn't expect to meet my master and you. My master treats me like his own son, which makes me unbelievable;
When the sect was recruiting disciples, you played me around. For the first time, I felt that my wisdom was completely crushed. I was not convinced. When I knew that Master had wasted his face to send me here, I was even more angry. To be honest, I think I can be stronger than you. Now I understand that the Yuling Sect is indeed different. I am very lucky..."
The young man showed a rare look of melancholy. He had experienced thousands of years in the illusion, and his mind had unintentionally advanced a lot.