Chapter 2220 Immortal Realm Ancestor Domain
On the road.
"Second brother, are we attracting too much attention?" Suddenly, a woman said calmly, "Although we haven't reached the state of returning to nature like our master, we have restrained our aura to the deepest level."
"Little sister, that's not the case."
The man at the front slowly tilted his head, raised his hand and pointed in all directions, "Right now, all the major immortal cities in Wujiang are gathering here. Countless people are walking like dragons and tigers, and those with immortal figures are like crucian carp crossing the river. The reason why we are so eye-catching is probably because of our human race."
As they walked along, this faint strange appearance was not even worth looking at in front of those ostentatious geniuses from the immortal world.
"I've researched the sect's ancient texts and discovered that a large number of human newborns in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms died prematurely... They're said to be the only race without blessings in the Immortal Realm. It seems these strange looks are due to this."
Someone else added that they did not have a deep understanding of the major human forces in other fairy realms.
"Ah."
Hearing this, many people's eyes became a little deeper.
They quickened their pace a little and gradually disappeared into the tide of all races in the fairy city.
Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles complement each other. They came here to the lower world for this purpose.
……
One month later.
Human ancestral domain.
Dawn breaks, the stars fade, and the ancient earth slowly takes shape.
This place was once the most respected place in the fairy world countless thousands of years ago. The human race rose up here. The ancient human emperor established hundreds of dynasties with a single word. The fairy history of countless powerful tribes in the fairyland still records the glory and majesty of the human ancestor domain.
But now——
The mountains and rivers are broken, and the echoes of the great road are like a lingering song in the wind.
The thousand-foot-high mountain was broken into irregular peaks, jagged like bones, and covered with scars of charred black and dry gray.
Broken rivers hang in the air, with mottled traces of lightning and flames remaining on them, still burning silently. The vast plains stretching for billions of miles have become a devastated scorched wasteland, and the earth is cracked like a cracked tortoise shell, as if the heaven and earth have been torn apart here.
This is the trace left by the unprecedented immortal war.
All three thousand immortal realms wailed because of this battle, and the era of the hegemonic clan was cut short by that battle.
The ruins of the Palace of the Human Emperor, which once enshrined the ancestors of all ages of the human race, now only have a collapsed broken stone left, standing in the strong wind. The immortal seal of the word "man" on the stone has long been weathered and mottled, leaving only a tiny glimmer of divinity, flickering in the desolate place, like the remains of an immortal bone.
But the energy between heaven and earth has quietly changed during these years of peace.
In the depths of the distant desert, wisps of new Dao rhyme originating from the fairyland are arriving with the wind, warming the cracks in the silent avenue. Thousand-foot-high ancient trees are breaking out of the scorched earth, and divine springs that have been dead and silent for years are beginning to seep through the cracks in the broken rocks. Even the Nine-Light Star Plate, which has been broken for thousands of years, is making a slight crackling sound deep in the earth's veins.
——This is a sign of recovery as the fairy world prospers.
But with the revival of this earth, the rhythm of humanity is no longer glorious, and the laws are being patched up, but they no longer belong to the same destiny as before.
The Human Ancestor Realm regained its vitality in the baptism of the great era of the Immortal Realm, but it also quietly bid farewell to its former glorious era.
The vast land is silent. Occasionally, a new monk steps in here and stops to gaze, but no one can truly understand the weight this place once carried.
Only in the wind, a distant whisper echoed faintly.
As if to say:
"This place once stood at the top of all races."
This day.
A man with a sword on his back was walking towards the distant mountains. He was holding a wine jug, and there was a glint of reminiscence in his eyes, as if he was recalling the path he had taken in the past.
At this moment, he raised his eyes slightly, and Ji Kun's face was reflected in his eyes.
Travel for several days.
He went to the ruins of the Human Emperor Palace in Renzu Mountain, which had been sunk by Meng Sheng.
Ji Kun heard about it.
The human race in the fairy world was divided into countless parts and scattered all over the world.
There are not many human cultivators in the Human Ancestor Domain today, and they are scattered here and there.
Just as Ji Kun was constantly recalling the records of the eternal immortal history, a figure was sitting outside the Human Emperor Palace. He was as ordinary as the grass and trees in the mountains and could easily be overlooked.
That was a little girl.
There are no more than a hundred souls.
But her eyes did not have the innocence that comes from years of practice. Instead, they held a sense of sophistication that came from having experienced the world, and her gaze was so deep that it was heart-wrenching.
When Ji Kun approached and made a sound, she was shocked and reacted.
Swah——
She moved her sleeves slightly, subconsciously taking out a dagger-like magical weapon and holding it in reverse. With her hair standing on end, she looked at Ji Kun: "Do you... know where this place is? How dare you barge in?!"
The little girl clenched her right hand tightly, her face turning slightly pale. This was a natural fear and pressure. This man was very strong, so strong that even "courage" was not enough to face him.
Ji Kun lowered his eyes expressionlessly. The shadow on the ground enveloped the girl like a shadow. "This place is no longer a major human territory. Little girl, there is no need to act intimidatingly in front of me."
The woman's expression instantly turned ugly, but there was still an unconcealable sharpness in her eyes: "...Senior, as a human, are you here just to humiliate the Human Emperor Palace?"
"Why are you here?" Ji Kun asked himself, his expression like the eternal waves.
"I've always been here." The woman's mood suddenly became calm. "Since I was born."
"Hehe, what did you see?"
"Human race."
"How shameless." Ji Kun sneered.
The woman frowned.
The two of them seemed to have some disagreements.
Ji Kun walked away on his own, and the woman continued to sit cross-legged in the same place, not daring to scold him anymore because she knew she couldn't scare this "senior".
This wait.
It was actually a spring and autumn.
Snowing.
At first, there were only one or two flakes of snow drifting down from deep in the clouds, like the peeling of some distant memory between heaven and earth. Then, silver-white feathers flew all over the sky.
The snow fell on the dry rocks, on the old trees, on the shoulders of the woman sitting cross-legged, and on Ji Kun's robe that had long been washed away by wind and frost.
The wind was gentle, the snow was falling slowly, everything was silent, and the whole world seemed to be holding its breath.
No one spoke, only the snow fell silently - it was silent, but heavier than all words.
That is the passing of time, that is the aging of the world.
The woman no longer frowned, but just looked at the falling snow quietly, as if she was looking at an epic of the human race in which she had never participated. She had a lot of feelings here.
Ji Kun stood in front of a broken monument, his hands behind his back. Snow fell between his brows, and his hair had already turned so white that it was impossible to tell the difference between heaven and earth. He said nothing and did not move.
"A mortal body with a golden elixir and five spiritual roots is rare in this fairyland." Today, Ji Kun took the initiative to speak again, and unexpectedly asked the same question as a year ago, "Little girl, why are you here?"
"Eat your fill."
The woman's eyes became serious and her expression was very earnest.
And this is indeed the case. She was an abandoned baby and grew up here simply because she could have enough food to eat, would not be hungry or cold, and would not encounter the changes in this strange world. So she stayed here and found this abandoned ancient temple.
Ji Kun's stern expression finally revealed a hint of a smile, and he said slowly: "...I understand."
"Um..."
Just as the woman looked up thoughtfully, Ji Kun had already disappeared.
What a strange and bizarre character...
She thought so in her heart.
