I just traveled through time and you told me that Taoism is gone?

The night passed peacefully.

Zhao Xuanling stood on the Longquan Sword, having stayed up all night, with some bloodshot eyes.

Although Zhao Xuanling was not weak in strength, he was still a mortal after all. He had not slept all night and flying with a sword required extra concentration, so he still felt a little tired.

However, Zhao Xuanling could not afford to rest at this time. His mind was now filled with every detail of his life with his master and brothers. The more he thought about it, the heavier he felt.

Zhao Xuanling really couldn't accept it. It was only one day, but the yin and yang were separated. He just wanted to go back as soon as possible to express his condolences to his master and brothers.

As he got closer to Qingqiu Mountain, Zhao Xuanling could clearly feel that the ghostly aura in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and there was almost no trace of human activity on the ground.

Instead, there were large areas of abandoned buildings, overgrown weeds on the ground, and mist in the air. The mist was so thick that even the sun's rays were mostly covered up.

The whole world seemed to have no life at this moment.

"I didn't expect that in just thirty years, this place would become like this."

At this time, Zhao Xuanling had arrived over Nanjiang City, where Qingqiu Mountain was located.

When Zhao Xuanling was practicing in a Taoist temple before, he also went down the mountain and came to the urban area of ​​Nanjiang City to purchase supplies.

Although Nanjiang City at that time was not very prosperous, it was still bustling with people and bustling. Compared with the current scene, it is really a world of difference.

Zhao Xuanling secretly sighed at the cruelty of things being different and looked back.

"... "

As the sun rises high in the sky, the outline of a large mountain gradually becomes clearer and clearer.

Zhao Xuanling looked at the familiar mountains, the expression on his face became more solemn, and the Longquan Sword at his feet became a little faster.

Ahead is Qingqiu Mountain.

Zhao Xuanling flew rapidly for about ten minutes before slowly slowing down.

When he saw the whole picture of Qingqiu Mountain, Zhao Xuanling's eyes flashed with horror.

Although Qingqiu Mountain is not a majestic mountain, the environment is very beautiful.

In Zhao Xuanling's impression, Qingqiu Mountain is surrounded by green peaks and mountains, with towering hills on both sides, and the mountains are full of green trees. Looking at it, it looks like it is among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

But at this time, Qingqiu Mountain was no longer alive. All the trees, flowers and grass were withered, revealing the dark soil. Countless black air lingered on the mountain. There was no living thing in sight. It was like a dead mountain. It was heartbreaking. Restless.

Zhao Xuanling looked at everything on the mountain with cold eyes. He knew that the black air was left by the ghosts passing through.

It is impossible for any living thing to survive under the long-term erosion of this ghost energy.

Seeing that Qingqiu Mountain, which Zhao Xuanling had long regarded as his home, had been ruined into what it was now, Zhao Xuanling clenched his fists involuntarily, making a sound of bones rubbing against each other.

Zhao Xuanling's hatred for the ghost clan became even more intense at this moment.

Zhao Xuanling had a cold face and flew towards the top of Qingqiu Mountain with his sword, where the Floating Cloud Temple was located.

Zhao Xuanling walked through the thick fog, and gradually, a dilapidated Taoist temple appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Xuanling landed slowly in front of the Taoist temple's gate. After jumping off the Longquan Sword, Zhao Xuanling rushed into the Taoist temple impatiently.

Upon entering the Taoist temple, familiar furnishings came into view, but the surroundings were already covered with weeds and dust.

Zhao Xuanling stepped on the bluestone path very slowly, looking at everything around him carefully.

Although Zhao Xuanling was mentally prepared when he came, seeing the Taoist temple in such a dilapidated state, Zhao Xuanling still found it difficult to accept it for a while.

Zhao Xuanling thought about how yesterday he was drinking a lot of wine in the Taoist temple, climbed on the roof and cursed God, blaming himself for being born at the wrong time.

But after only one day at my place, the Taoist temple had turned into what it looked like in front of me. This sense of disparity might not be acceptable to anyone.

The more Zhao Xuanling looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Finally, he simply looked away and stopped looking.

Zhao Xuanling endured the grief in his heart, gritted his teeth, walked through the Taoist temple, and went straight to the open space behind the Taoist temple.

Zhao Xuanling came to the open space, and the scene in front of him made his previously suppressed emotions completely collapse, and tears slowly flowed down his eyes unconsciously.

At this moment, the open space in front of Zhao Xuanling was full of raised graves, large and small, arranged irregularly.

Dozens of graves filled the entire open space.

The unmarked graves were covered with weeds. There were no tombstones in front of these graves, so it was impossible to tell whose grave it was. They looked like mass graves.

Although there was no tombstone in front of the grave, Zhao Xuanling's eyes were firmly fixed on a grave.

For some reason, there seemed to be a voice in the dark telling him that this was the resting place of his master.

Zhao Xuanling walked slowly to the grave, glanced around, looked at the dense graves in front of him, bent his legs, and knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Unfilial disciple Zhao Xuanling has come to pay homage to his master and fellow disciples."

As he spoke, Zhao Xuanling kowtowed three times to the ground.

After kowtowing, Zhao Xuanling did not stand up, but placed the Longquan Sword in front of him and said:

"Master, I have retrieved your sword. Don't worry, I will definitely use this sword to avenge you."

After saying that, Zhao Xuanling just knelt in front of his master's grave blankly. No one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

Longquan Sword also seemed to feel Zhao Xuanling's sad mood, and it kept trembling on the ground.

After about half an hour, Zhao Xuanling's eyes gradually regained some brightness.

Zhao Xuanling stood up slowly and feebly. At this time, he was not like a Taoist master with the early stage of immortality, but more like a helpless child.

Zhao Xuanling slowly stepped forward and carefully pulled out the weeds on the master's grave bit by bit.

Zhao Xuanling did not miss any weeds in front of each grave, and patiently cleaned up the final face of his fellow apprentices.

While Zhao Xuanling was clearing the weeds, he vaguely saw a black stone tablet covered with weeds in a corner.

Zhao Xuanling didn't remember that there was such a thing here before. He walked over curiously and pushed aside the cluttered weeds. A stone tablet as black as ink came into Zhao Xuanling's eyes.

Zhao Xuanling looked at the stone tablet curiously, but when he saw the words engraved on the stone tablet clearly, he was stunned. His eyes were full of differences, and even his lips were trembling uncontrollably.

"Zhao Xuanling's tomb? This...is actually my tombstone?"

Zhao Xuanling looked at the three big characters engraved on the tombstone. He couldn't believe that this was his own tombstone.

Even the death time above happened to be the date of the day I traveled through.

Zhao Xuanling pulled away all the weeds, and a small earth bag leaked out from under the tombstone.

Zhao Xuanling looked at the bulging little dirt bag and was extremely confused.

I am standing here well now, how can I have my own grave? Who is buried here?

Zhao Xuanling couldn't hold back his curiosity and started digging the grave with his bare hands.

Fortunately, the grave was not too deep. It didn't take long before Zhao Xuanling came across a hard wooden box.

Zhao Xuanling dug out the wooden box. The box was not big, only about half a meter long and twenty centimeters wide.

Zhao Xuanling looked at the box in his arms, took a deep breath, and opened the box carefully.

When he opened it, he saw that it contained the wine gourd that he had left out that day.

Zhao Xuanling took out the wine gourd, only to find a yellowed book underneath.

Zhao Xuanling took out the booklet and could see the four words "Evil-Breaking Sword Jue" in full view.

Perhaps because of the sealing of the box, although this book of swordsmanship is a little yellowed, it is still very well preserved and has no signs of decay.

Zhao Xuanling was a little surprised when he saw the Evil-Breaking Sword Technique. This sword technique is the treasure of Fuyun Temple, and only the temple owner can learn it.

Although the master had previously intended to make himself the master of the temple, he had been reluctant to teach him this swordsmanship. Even though he was trying hard to teach it, the master never revealed a single word.

Now that this book of swordsmanship appears in his grave, it must have been put in it by his master's hand.

Being able to seal the treasure of watchfulness in his own tomb is enough to show how much his master values ​​him.

Zhao Xuanling looked at the sword manual in his hand, the expression on his face became more solemn, and even his brows were tightly knitted together.

Zhao Xuanling once wanted to learn this sword manual, but now that he got it, he didn't feel the slightest bit happy.

Zhao Xuanling knew that he must have been struck by lightning and disappeared. The people in the Taoist temple and his master must have thought that he was dead, so they built this tomb for himself.

Zhao Xuanling also figured out at this time that since he had traveled through time, it meant that he no longer existed in the original timeline.

But if I had not traveled through time and the ghosts invaded twenty years later, with my own cultivation, would Taoism not have been destroyed? Master and brothers don’t have to die?