The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu looked at the sky outside the window and was silent for a long time.

Silence may seem like nothing, but it often represents some kind of emotion.

This is rarely seen with him, because it is a very different thing from being in a daze.

A cloud came from the south.

These words shocked him far more than the appearance of the two great figures from the underworld.

A faint remorse arose in his heart, since he decided not to read this letter from senior brother, why did he finally read it?

But it was indeed a letter that he had to read himself, because the contents of the letter were too important.

The only thing in the world that can temporarily smooth the bottomless rift between him and his senior brother, and make his senior brother forget the bottomless hatred...is that cloud in the south.

Of course he knew what this sentence meant, and he also knew why his senior brother would not hesitate to use the underworld master to inform himself as soon as possible.

The cloud in the south is actually a cloud of fog covering the archipelago, and an old man is hidden in the fog.

That old man is Nan Chi, the first sword escaper in Chaotian Continent, and also the most powerful enemy of Qingshan Sect.

At that time, their master Guangyuan Daoist was sitting on the ground because of the failure of this person's ascension.

When he ascended in his previous life, he had no regrets looking at the world, but if there was something he had to do before leaving, killing Nan Chi would definitely be in the top three.

It is a pity that Nan Chi is always hidden in the fog, and he has no way to kill the other party.

Now that cloud actually left the South China Sea and drifted towards Chaotian Continent.

This is an opportunity that their brothers and even the whole Qingshan have been waiting for for more than 800 years, how can they miss it?

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The islands were still shrouded in thick fog, and nothing seemed to have changed.

No one knew that a group of fog had separated from here dozens of days ago, and it was floating on the sea thousands of miles away at this time.

The white mist was about the size of a thatched cottage, floating slowly and silently on the blue sea, giving off an extremely weird feeling.

The blazing sunlight couldn't penetrate the fog, and the light was reflected, making the white fog bright and dazzling, not like fog, but more like clouds.

Fortunately, the boatmen walking in the ocean are used to all kinds of strange lights. Even if they saw the bright cloud, they would not pay attention to it, let alone go closer to see it.

As spring deepens, dark clouds become more and more common, summer storms slowly begin to brew, the sun's appearance time becomes shorter and shorter, and the white cloud becomes less and less conspicuous.

One day, a large ship from Penglai Island passed through the real fog, and suddenly saw the cloud ahead, which caused several whispers.

Clouds are very gentle, no matter in the sky or sea, they will not bring any harm.

Naturally, the big ship did not slow down or change direction, and sailed towards the white cloud.

People came to the deck one after another, wanting to see the scene after the cloud was smashed by the bow.

quietly.

The big ship smashed the cloud and moved on.

quietly.

Everyone on board died.

They closed their eyes, some still held the rope in their hands, and some still held tea in their hands.

The white cloud continued to drift towards the north, and after drifting for an unknown amount of time, it finally came to land.

It was an early morning, just after dawn, the small fishing village by the sea was shrouded in a sudden heavy fog.

The rising sun leaped out of the sea, illuminating the sky, but could not dispel the fog in the village, and could only wait helplessly for the fog to move slowly towards the north.

Finally, some cottages left the range of the cloud and mist, revealing their original appearance, but they were silent, and no one woke up.

Suddenly there was a coughing sound on the beach somewhere.

A young girl was struggling to get up, the bare legs outside the short skirt were covered with sand grains, and the silver bells all over the clothes made sounds from time to time.

Her name is Nanzheng, and she used to be Bulaolin's most powerful assassin.

On the night when Yuntai was destroyed, she escaped, but the magic weapon she carried was taken away by Guodong.

What made her feel even more desperate was that Qingshan was still so scary.

Let alone revenge, it was extremely difficult to meet that Qingrong Peak Master.

Frustrated, she returned to the South to hide her name and remain anonymous until today.

Everyone in the fishing village was dead except her.

Looking at the corpses of the villagers who fell in front of her house and on the beach, feeling the silence around and the sound of thunderous waves, Nan Zheng's face became extremely pale, looking at the cloud and mist, she didn't dare to make any sound at all.

An extremely old voice came out of the fog: Are you from the South?

Nanzheng's voice trembled slightly: It's...

The old voice said: Since you are from the south, it makes sense for me not to kill you.

Nanzheng asked fearfully, Are you a senior in the clan?

The old voice said: I am your ancestor.

The clouds gradually dispersed, revealing an old man.

The old man was very thin and shriveled, he looked like a dead corpse, and from time to time there were several figurative killing intents in his eyes, which were as deep as thick fog.

He said that he is the ancestor of Nanzheng, not cursing, but stating the facts.

Many people always thought that he was the prince of a small country in the South China Sea. In fact, the southern barbarians were also his descendants.

His name is Nan Chi, and he is known as the ancestor of Wu Dao by the world.

He also has a more famous identity, that is Chaotian Continent's first sword escaper.

He is the biggest enemy of the Qingshan Sect and also the most powerful opponent of the Qingshan Sect.

Immortal Guangyuan died under his hands, and Immortal Shen Zhou was eager to break through because of this matter, and finally disappeared in the clouds and mists of the green mountains. The former is the ancestor of Master Taiping and Master Jingyang, and the latter is their master. From this, one can imagine what a terrifying figure this ancestor of Wudao is.

In terms of realm, as early as 800 years ago, he was already at the peak of the Tongtian Realm, a true first-class sword fairy.

Nanzheng knelt on the beach, not daring to raise her head, let alone speak.

She thought in shock, because of the Qingshan Sword Formation, Wudao had been locked up for many years, how could the ancestor leave and appear on land?

Nan Chi knew what she was thinking and didn't explain.

He has been hiding in the foggy island for hundreds of years, there is no hope of ascension, his lifespan is almost exhausted, and he has decades to live at most.

Before withering, he had to finish that thing.

whats the matter?

Of course it is - Mie Qingshan.

The clouds will eventually clear.

Ancestor Wushima looked up at the gloomy morning sun outside the fog, and said expressionlessly, Find me something with a heavy yin spirit.

The most negative thing in the world is of course the coffin.

Nanzheng has lived in this village for several years and is very familiar with each family. She carried a black coffin out of the yard outside Yantian.

The whole body of this coffin is made of nanmu. It has been kept in the backlit backyard for more than 20 years.

Nanzheng sent the black coffin into the fog, her face pale, fearing that the ancestor would be dissatisfied.

There was no sound in the fog, but it slowly flowed.

It didn't take long for all the mist to get into the black coffin.

The fishing village became clear again.

A few streaks of yellow talisman papers fell from the air, and they just happened to be sealed on the coffin, ensuring that no breath escaped.

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There is a Taoist gate outside the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains, and the three characters Nansong Pavilion are written on the gate. This is the Nanshan Gate.

There is a wooden table under the mountain gate, on which there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. A man in a gray sword robe is sleeping on the table.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man raised his head. It was the Ming Guoxing that Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui met when they entered Qingshan.

Decades have passed, and this disciple of Qingshan, who has never been able to break through, has become a little old.

He looked at the person who walked to the mountain gate and couldn't help but rubbed his eyes.

That person's appearance is very ordinary, his figure is also very ordinary, and his aura is also very ordinary. No matter how you look at it, he is an ordinary person.

The problem is, how can an ordinary person find the mountain gate of the Green Mountain Sect?

Ming Guoxing was a little vigilant, thinking that he couldn't make the same mistakes of the past, and thought that people like Uncle Jing Jiu were trash, so he got up quickly.

May I ask your Excellency?

The ordinary man smiled and said, I am a letter.

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Trusting people is Bulaolin's usual method.

Before and after the assassination of Zhao Layue, Bulaolin sent such a letter.

Later, Daoist Taiping sent another letter to Canglong, telling it that a ghost had come to the Demon Town Prison.

What is the content of this letter today?

Naturally, Ming Guoxing didn't dare to disassemble it, nor did he dare to be self-reliant, so he hurriedly reported it to the inner sect.

Not long after, Elder Mo personally rushed to the South Mountain Gate and took the letter to Tianguang Peak.

The clear sunshine and clear blue sky fall on the slightly undulating sea of ​​clouds in front of Tianguang Peak at the same time, much like the sea in the south.

Liu Ci looked at the ordinary person and said, Content?

The man was indeed a mortal, but he didn't have any fear in the face of such a big man as the head of Qingshan, and said: The old god can see it for himself.

Liu Ci looked into his eyes.

Tianguang Peak is very quiet.

The shadow cast by the scabbard on the stele slowly changed its length.

I don't know how long it took, Liu Ci said: Okay.

The man walked towards the edge of the cliff.

Liu Ci said: You don't have to die.

The man said: Thank you, the old god, for your pity, but it's not good if you don't die.

Since it is a letter, it cannot be kept after it is opened, otherwise the secret will be discovered.

The man walked to the edge of the cliff and calmly jumped into the sea of ​​clouds.

No screams or exclamations.

After a long time, there was a slight crashing sound from the bottom of the cliff.

Liu Ci walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the West Sea thousands of miles away, and remained silent.