Immortality Was Like Wild Grass Under Tribulation Fire
Wang Xuan's actions were not impulsive or a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather something he had considered long ago.
Both "Old Zhang" and the Female Daoist practitioner have been secretly watching him, and they will surely find him when the time is right.
He even believed that the Red-clothed Demon Immortal was also waiting to meet him, though she might make a powerful entrance and perhaps hunt him down first before discussing anything further.
However, from Wang Xuan's perspective, all of these people, regardless of who they are, are on his list of those to be wary of and to be targeted for anti-hunting.
The reason these people have quieted down recently and haven't contacted him again is most likely because they are currently engaged in behind the Great Curtain battle for a precious treasure, and their main body doesn't want to return for the time being.
"There are powerful figures in the Old Earth who gave your parents extremely powerful talismans. Wearing them will automatically provide them with defense." Chen Yongjie revealed a strange expression.
Although he killed eight top masters, someone still approached Wang Xuan's parents in an attempt to coerce them. Tragically, that person was inexplicably burned to ashes.
Wang Xuan was stunned. What level of Daoist talismans did his parents possess? Where did they come from, and how could he even begin to explain them?
He immediately contacted his father to inquire about the details. His father told him that a Mysterious Man had given it to him some time ago, instructing him not to lose it and that it would ensure his safety.
"Why didn't anyone see me off?" Qing Mu clicked his tongue, a little puzzled and confused, while also hinting to Wang Xuan that there might be something wrong with this.
Wang Xuan put down the phone. Who sent it? Could it be a roundabout way? Once that person shows up, they'll eventually come after him.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief. He was already so heavily in debt that he wasn't afraid anymore. Many people were after him, and he didn't care if one or two more people came, as long as his parents weren't implicated.
Chen Yongjie advised, "Don't be impulsive. I don't think we need to rush to find the Female Daoist practitioner and Old Zhang right now. Heng Jun won't be crossing over here yet."
He was quite worried, as those two were truly invincible figures, with no rivals behind their own behind the Great Curtain, and dared to enter other curtains to fight.
Wang Xuan shook his head, disagreeing. He believed that now was the time for alliances and counter-alliances. Those who needed to divide should divide, and those who needed to join forces should join forces. It would be best for all parties to sit down and set Rules as soon as possible.
Otherwise, things could suddenly change at any time. If an unexpected event occurs, such as Heng Jun suddenly jumping out, all parties may not be able to react in time.
Before that, Wang Xuan planned to take the initiative and teach a lesson to those beings who had fallen from the realm of Carefree Journey but had not adjusted their mindset and were still looking down on the human world.
"Broken Plate level beings? I'll make you break through to the very end!" He was filled with murderous intent. How could he not personally harvest the fruits of their labor when they dared to touch his parents?
"Try not to expose yourself," Chen Yongjie reminded him. At this stage, he was already in the open and could temporarily provide cover for Wang Xuan.
"I know what I'm doing!" Wang Xuan nodded. His family was involved, so he had to carry out a low-key bloodbath to make some people wary and teach them a lesson.
Behind the behind the Great Curtain, a Woman in Red traversed the battlefield, crossing shattered mountains and rivers. Transcendent Immortals retreated, demons trembled in fear, none daring to meet her gaze, all bowing their heads.
Her red robes fluttered in the wind, as if she were bathed in the sunset, her black hair flying, her skin fair and radiant. At this moment, she traversed the battlefield alone, causing all the immortals to tremble.
Just now, in the struggle for the World-Crossing Sword, she forcefully killed a peerless master, and her supreme Immortal Blood stained the earth red.
This crimson battlefield, and the shattered landscape, were all caused by the disintegration of that peerless powerhouse's physical body and the rain of blood, shaking the immortal realm.
Subsequently, she exchanged a palm strike with the Demon Ancestor Qi Yi, and briefly clashed several times with Ling Luanxian, a top figure among the True Immortals, demonstrating her earth-shattering cultivation.
At the horizon, in the area outside the battlefield, three more peerless experts arrived with their respective Transcendent Immortals of immortals, but they did not attempt to stop her, who had just experienced a great battle.
Many demons looked on with fervent eyes, wanting to worship her. Even the followers of the Demon Ancestor wanted to switch sides and join the ranks of this woman from the demon race.
The Red-clothed Demon Immortal, Xian'e, frowned slightly, her exquisitely beautiful face showing a thoughtful expression. The World-Crossing Sword had appeared several times, each time quite abruptly, and this time it had once again brushed past her before disappearing into the azure sky.
She returned to her own Dojo, where celestial energy filled the air, Immortal Dao Flower Bud bloomed, auspicious clouds billowed, jade-like Jade Grass carpeted the ground, Divine Rainbow intertwined, and even the mountains and rivers seemed to shimmer with a hazy glow.
"Demon Lord!"
A Round-faced girl walked over, full of vigor, her big eyes squinting, her face beaming with joy.
Because this time, the Demon Lord won another great victory, single-handedly sweeping through a super camp with an unparalleled expert in charge, and forcefully killing the number one expert in that vast curtain.
The Red-clothed Demon Immortal glanced at her and said, "With the immortals gone, the extraordinary will forever fade away. All the achievements and past glories are nothing but fleeting clouds."
She pondered, feeling that the past two or three thousand years had all been like a mirage, and said, "I've been thinking, did the real us all die two or three thousand years ago, and becoming immortals was just a dream?"
The Round-faced girl muttered, "How is that possible? We've already become immortals, and you've become the Demon Lord. Besides, your body and my true bones are still in this world. If we go back, we can recreate it in reality."
"Perhaps, becoming an immortal is an illusion, and leaving behind one's true body or bones is only for the sake of future revival. The one in the present world is the real us, is that right?" The Red-clothed Demon Immortal looked up at the curtain.
"Demon Lord, what's wrong?" The Round-faced girl asked in surprise. She was beautiful and innocent, but she only showed this side of herself here. Normally, she was the mighty White Tiger Great Demon.
"Becoming an immortal shouldn't be like this. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about illusion and reality. In history, the real us should have all been severely damaged. The ancients only left behind our true bones, waiting for revival, which is the truth. Just like Wild grass under tribulation fire, stubbornly leaving behind roots, waiting for new life. Everything in the grand curtain is just the ashes of calamity destined to dissipate, merely an extension of our chaotic thoughts and consciousness from the past."
"Demon Lord, I'm scared, don't frighten me!" The White Tiger True Immortal said nervously, his round face filled with unease.
"Go to the mortal world," the Red-clothed Demon Immortal suddenly spoke. She sat by the clear spring, under the divine tree, and played her zither with melodious, captivating music that touched the heart.
"Huh? I'm going there already?" The Round-faced girl was surprised.
"A part of the past is divided, and the present is destined to be real. You should prepare well over there," the Woman in Red said. As she played the zither, the hazy world seemed to be split open, and the curtain trembled slightly.
The White Tiger True Immortal was directly separated into another version of herself, with flesh and blood and a primordial spirit, which shows the power of the Red-clothed Demon Immortal.
This is to prevent her from being torn apart when crossing boundaries, as it would be difficult for her overly powerful main body to fully overcome the obstacles.
"I'm going to the Real World?" The Round-faced girl was excited, then her eyes gleamed with anger as she said, "That guy, just wait and see! He tricked me out of the peerless medicinal soil the Demon Lord gave me, and even bullied me with a sword in the Inner Scenery Realm. Liar, I'm about to descend, tremble!"
The Red-clothed Demon Immortal reminded her that she was not in her original form and might not be able to defeat the villain she spoke of.
"How could I possibly lose to him? I'm no match for him?!"
The Woman in Red nodded and gave her some instructions, leaving the Round-faced girl speechless.
As the light rained down, the Old Testament grew weaker and weaker, the curtain was torn apart by the strings of a harp, and amidst the lightning and thunder, and the torrential rain, the Round-faced girl was sent there.
"Perhaps one day, a true extraordinary Primordial Great Realm will appear, but who will be able to wait for it?" The Red-clothed Demon Immortal whispered, and celestial music filled the air, the sound of her zither tearing through the great curtain.