Chapter 1079

Western Domain, Dao Immortal Sect.

In the boundless fertile fields, the struggle for those two herbs also ended at this moment.

One stood tall, blooming in full glory, its branches and leaves swaying, shining with starlight.

The other one beside it had withered and fallen, its branches and leaves dried up, its flowers faded, as if it were about to merge with the muddy earth.

Only... the Poison Monarch was still gazing.

Not looking at the flower that seemed to have won, but gazing at the other one that was gradually merging with the mud.

"Living through death?"

The Poison Monarch muttered, a strange gleam appearing in his eyes.

At the same time, in the firmament of the Western Domain, Li Mengtu's face was pale; as he sped along, the injuries within his body surged, and he would occasionally spray blood; no matter how he suppressed it, he had reached a critical point.

This battle was the most intense life-and-death struggle of his life.

Although he won narrowly, the severity of his injuries was unprecedented.

"Battling other stars, at most, it would be like this."

Li Mengtu muttered; even though he had won now, recalling the scenes from before, he still had lingering fears.

It was precisely this mindset that made him not relax in the slightest now.

"In this world, there is never a lack of variables, and variables... especially love geniuses."

Li Mengtu took a deep breath; he did not allow variables to appear in this event, so he knew his speed was still too slow.

So the next instant, he raised his right hand and pressed it against his forehead; amidst a roar, his face turned unnaturally flushed, as if he had stimulated his potential and burned a portion of his authority.

In exchange for faster speed, he shifted instantly.

Just like that, in three days' time, with the help of his own shifting and the power of ancient teleportation arrays, he finally returned to the Li family before the arrival of the fourth Aurora Vortex day.

Not to the forbidden area east of the center, but to where the Li family's true ancestral land was located.

Li City!

This city was magnificent, vast in scope, prosperous, and filled with countless cultivators.

And beneath the city, deep in the earth, there existed an astonishing underground palace.

This underground palace was like a separate world.

To be precise, it was indeed so; this was a small world.

Inside, there was heaven and earth, but no living beings.

The entire world was quiet, with only the wind whistling here, blowing over rivers, blowing over plains, and blowing over a high peak.

On the peak of the mountain, a wooden hut was built.

The door was tightly shut.

In the courtyard, a furnace was placed, with incense smoke rising into the sky, neither crooked nor slanted in the wind, like blue clouds rising straight up.

A long time later, the sky of this small world rippled silently, and Li Mengtu's figure stepped out from within.

After arriving here, he took a deep breath, walked into the courtyard of the wooden hut, and looking at the closed door of the wooden hut, his expression revealed gravity.

He knelt down.

This place was the holy land of their Li family, the place where the ancestor lived in his later years.

After the ancestor passed away, it became the ancestral hall of their Li family.

And according to clan rules, unless it was the day of ancestor worship, clan members were not allowed to come here at ordinary times.

"Descendant Li Mengtu disturbs the ancestor's peace."

Li Mengtu spoke in a low voice, then his forehead touched the earth, and he kowtowed heavily.

After a long while, Li Mengtu stood up, withdrew his gaze from the hut, and fell upon the furnace in front of him.

This furnace was the goal and focus of his visit here this time.

So with a wave of his hand, the scroll sealing Xu Qing flew out from Li Mengtu's body and headed straight for the furnace.

The moment it fell into the furnace, the entire furnace shook violently, and this small world also shook the earth and mountains in an instant, emitting a rumbling sound.

Endless flames rose from the ground, rendering the world while the formation also shone.

Using the world as a formation and the earth fire as a limit, it gathered in the furnace, turning it into a kiln, reinforcing the scroll, thereby causing its refining power to surge accordingly.

"In this way, it can be foolproof; that Xu Qing has absolutely no possibility of variables appearing, he will surely die!"

Looking at everything before him, Li Mengtu's heart finally settled.

After bowing to the ancestral hall hut again, he walked into the sky, preparing to leave here and return to the Dao Immortal Sect to heal his wounds with the rich immortal spiritual energy there.

"When my injuries recover and I return to this place, that Xu Qing will have already dissipated into the thick earth, and the inheritance that belongs to me will also return."

Li Mengtu lowered his head, took another look at the furnace, and looked at the scroll inside the furnace.

What exactly was contained in the scroll left by the Li family ancestor before he passed away? Most of his descendants only knew a part and did not know the specifics.

They only knew that this scroll was the family's supreme treasure, coming from a place called Thick Earth.

That place was the ancestor's hometown.

They only knew that if someone could open it, even a Lower Immortal could be sealed.

Only Li Mengtu, who could open a sliver of the scroll by paying the price of lifespan, knew a little more.

"The body withers into nothingness, the soul passes through reincarnation, and under constant erosion, ultimately... the spirit dissipates into the thick earth."

Muttering, Li Mengtu flickered and disappeared from this place.

Following his departure, after the peace of the small world was broken, it fell into the roaring of endless flames; this sound... echoed for a long time.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of heavenly thunder seemed to come from the distant sky beyond, traveling through the real world, falling into the phantom firmament, and becoming muffled thunder.

It exploded in the ears of countless people dreaming in the capital.

Awakening the living beings of this city.

It also awakened an old man, who silently opened his eyes and coughed lightly.

This sound, to a certain extent, seemed to surpass the heavenly thunder, causing the mansion where the old man was located to instantly light up, and countless servants rushed over immediately.

Not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

Because the thunder in the sky kills based on fate.

And the old man kills based on his mood.

Therefore, his cough surpassed the heavenly thunder.

This old man wore expensive silk undergarments, showing his noble status.

Although his hair was white and his face was full of wrinkles, and dark brown age spots were very obvious on him, the pressure built up from being in a high position for a long time allowed people to ignore the fact that he was on the verge of death when looking at him.

Only remembering his thunderous methods throughout his life.

"What time is it?"

The old man spoke hoarsely.

The dozens of servants who rushed over were all cautious, and someone spoke in a low voice.

"Master, it is the fourth watch."

The old man was silent, and after a long while, he lay back down and spoke lightly.

"You may all go down."

The group of servants all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts and retreated carefully.

Inside the room, it became quiet again, with only the muffled thunder outside the sky occasionally echoing.

In the pitch black, the old man did not close his eyes; he looked into the darkness, feeling the withering of life, feeling the weakness he was unwilling to accept, and also feeling the approach of death.

"I'm old... but I always feel like I've forgotten some things."

The old man muttered, and after a long time, he finally closed his eyes.

This was the seventy-ninth year of the Tiangui Era of the Da Ning Dynasty, the capital of Da Ning, Tianbao City.

The Prime Minister of a generation, Xu Jinfa, who held power over the world, assisted the Tiangui Emperor in ascending the throne, fought in twenty-five countries, and opened the unprecedented foundation of Da Ning... passed away.

This night, the thunder was constant.

Like reincarnation, it was also constant.

Only, some people in reincarnation can be remembered by history, but more... are just a splash of foam.

Like Xu Hong, who was born in another world on this day.

His father was a merchant, and his life goal was to become a wealthy tycoon.

Thus, the eldest son born in the family tonight had the character 'Hong' in his name.

And Xu Hong's life was indeed spent striving to fulfill his father's dream; he gave up studying, took over the family business early, and moved toward his ideal.

Day after day, year after year.

On this path, he was charitable and became a great philanthropist in the mouths of others.

But unfortunately, a scam set up by someone close to him broke his family's dream.

A plague broke his own dream.

His vast wealth became nothingness.

He ended up with his wife and children scattered, miserable to the extreme, and before he died... he was wrapped in a mat by someone in the city, thrown into a pile of corpses, and set on fire... clean and tidy.

Regretful...

Xu Shan didn't know, only feeling a bit of bad luck, so he endured the headache, looked at the burning corpses in front of him, and spat out a mouthful of thick, bloody phlegm.

All around him were broken carriages on the official road, gold ingots all over the ground, shivering female relatives, and pairs of greedy eyes in the flames.

He was one of them.

As a bandit on this Yunlai Mountain, he was originally unwilling; after all, he, Third Master Xu, was used to being free all his life; people in the pugilistic world, after all, wanted to be carefree.

Staying on this mountain, robbing passing caravans, and occasionally having to face life and death, the result was... others ate meat, while he drank soup.

He was very impatient with such days.

The point was, his head was hurting more and more.

This was a problem from childhood; his mother said it was because his brain was growing.

He believed it at the time.

But as he grew up, the headache became more and more severe, yet his brain didn't seem to have grown much.

Always being deceived, always being wronged, his mother was also killed by someone, and he seemed to have taken revenge...

He didn't remember either, only remembering that he couldn't kill enough.

So he knocked on his head hard, then bandaged the wound on his leg, thinking about the knife the guard had given him before he died, which had almost cut his manhood; Xu Shan felt even more unlucky.

"I need to find a time to leave here, preferably find a physician to take a good look at what's wrong with my brain."

Just as Xu Shan was thinking, a laugh came from afar, followed by a trembling woman being thrown in front of Xu Shan.

"Silly Third, you performed well today; how about I reward you with a wife?"

Xu Shan shook all over; this sentence made his head seem not to hurt anymore, and his breathing became rapid; staring straight at the trembling woman, he suddenly felt that being a bandit here was not bad either.

So he hurriedly spoke to the Second Leader who gave him the reward.

"Ah, thank..."

A stone flew over rapidly and landed on Xu Shan's head.

The force was great; Xu Shan felt pain, and as he retreated a few steps, the Second Leader in his eyes began to mock him.

"You really want it?"

Accompanying this sentence was the sound of countless laughter all around.

"No, no..."

Xu Shan also laughed; under an appearance of not caring at all, his head was in several times the pain.

It hurt so much he wanted to kill someone, or... killing himself would also do.

So, on the way back to the stronghold after the group had organized all the items, he pounced in front of the Second Leader, and amidst the other's mockery, he stabbed him with a knife.

But unfortunately, it didn't hit.

And what greeted him was a storm of stinging pain; his whole body was like a riddled rag doll, blood spreading everywhere.

But before he died, he smiled.

In the eyes of the Second Leader before him, amidst the gasps of the crowd all around, he swallowed the piece of flesh he had bitten off.

That piece of flesh was from the Second Leader's throat.

The world blurred.

In this blur, Xu Shan suddenly discovered that his head didn't hurt anymore, and a sentence that didn't seem to be in his memory surfaced in his mind.

"Heaven and earth are the guest houses of all living beings..."

"What does that mean?"

Xu Shan had never studied and didn't understand; as he tried to ponder it... his life had withered.