Painting of the Nine Immortals

Translator: _Tat_ Editor: Rundi

Spring left and autumn arrived. In the blink of an eye, 10 years had passed.

The news of Ling Xian's death died down and was soon replaced by new topics. Nobody discussed him anymore and nobody felt sad anymore.

After all, he was now just a dead man.

However, everyone he's interacted with remembered him as an unforgettable person. Even though he had already died, his white robe left an imprint in everyone's heart.

Many people were expecting him to return to life or simply believe that the news of his death is fake. Because, to them, Ling Xian has always been breaking rules and defying heaven.

It was already hard to count his heaven-defying achievements. How could he die that easily?

But after 10 years, there was still not a single piece of news regarding Ling Xian. Those who refused to believe in his death finally began to accept this truth.

The monster who has been breaking logical rules has died.

Completely and for sure died.

This made those who had a good relationship with Ling Xian sad while those who hated him laugh loudly.

His friends were in pain while his enemies were ecstatic.

These words best described the situation after Ling Xian's death.

The story goes that when the news of his death finally arrived in the Zhou Dynasty's emperor's ears, this leader laughed with his head thrown back and celebrated for days!

The Roc, the Six Armed Gorilla, and the Nine Headed Lions prepared feasts and invited many guests to celebrate Ling Xian's death.

There were many similar occurrences.

After all, despite the fact that Ling Xian's life was short, it was very eventful. He had so many enemies it was hard to count them all.

Back then, because of his powerfulness, those who hated him didn't dare to act irrationally. But today, he had died. So who still cared?

Naturally, they would celebrate loudly to express how happy they were.

Especially those in Yuezhou. The entire continent was of pure joy as they celebrated Ling Xian's death.

But as happy as they were, the major forces around Yuezhou also fell into a deep sadness.

This was because every single force had lost an original leveled powerhouse!

It was an original leveled cultivator we are talking about here! Even to those forces who have fifth leveled cultivators, original leveled cultivators were still useful battlers. To lose one was a great loss.

Yet Ling Xian had pointed his sword to Yuezhou and killed nearly 30 original leveled cultivators and successfully weakened the forces in Yuezhou.

To a continent as large as Yuezhou, this was a loss that was difficult to take. Therefore, why wouldn't the different forces of Yuezhou feel sad about this?

The Shang Qing Sect, in particular, fell into much sorrow.

Because their Supreme Headmaster had died.

Ji Qian Bai wasn't the only one. All of their peak leaders died as well. Now, the Shang Qing Sect only had three original leveled powerhouses. Amongst them, two of them were of the weaker side.

Remember that the only reason the Shang Qing Sect was able to be such a spearheaded leader in Yuezhou and survive so many years, was because of their fifth level and original leveled cultivators.

Yet now, the Shang Qing Sect who was full of capable giants only has three original leveled cultivators of the beginning stage left. How pitiful was this?

It could be said that within Shang Qing Sect's thousand years of history, they've never been this pitiful.

The cause of all of this was naturally Ling Xian.

He had killed six original leveled powerhouses. This crime hurt this giant greatly and forced them to head towards failure. It was easily seen that without its 300 years of glorious history, there was no way the Shang Qing Sect could've survived this.

If those two fifth leveled cultivators unfortunately died, then the Shang Qing Sect would've been attacked and absorbed by other forces.

Therefore, why wouldn't the Shang Qing Sect fall into much sadness?

Everyone felt like there was a swirl of cloud above their heads as they felt a form of depression like never before. Then, including the two fifth leveled cultivators, they all felt much regret.

They regretted encountering Ling Xian, this insane monster!

If it weren't for him, why would Ji Qian Bai die? Why would the Shang Qing Sect fall into such a pitiful position?

This truly was a case of one man trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice he used to lure the chicken!

But it was too late to have such regrets. The Shang Qing Sect can only count their blessings and feel glad that the heaven-defying demon had died!

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Ever since the red rain fell and the black lotuses grew, everything within a hundred meters of the Forest of Heavenly Trees turned into prohibited land.

The originally poisonous forest turned more horrifying and made everyone shudder.

This was because the two phenomena seemed to have the energy of death as they engulfed everything within meters. Anyone who entered this place was attacked by some kind of gas and would turn into a pool of blood.

Even those of the fifth level didn't dare to step inside.

This was why even after Ling Xian's death, nobody dared to dig his grave to try and find the Soaring Key.

It wasn't that nobody came, it was that everyone who came died.

Therefore, as time went on, the Forest of Heavenly Trees became an area of death. Even the mention of it turns everyone's face green and nobody dared to step inside.

Currently, the Sun was hanging high in the sky and shedding down an infinite amount of light that brightened up this empty and isolated piece of land.

Even though the warm sun is very bright, the coldness of this place could not be chased away.

It was as if this place was a deep hole of despair. Other than darkness, only darkness remained, giving everyone a depressing vibe.

Because of the scent of death, there were no beasts here. There wasn't even any grass here.

Within miles, the land was barren and bald. Only black gas accompanied this piece of land.

Because of this, everyone was very certain that the multi-talented monster had died.

Completely gone from this world.

And today, just now, just as everyone was certain that Ling Xian had died, a palm suddenly appeared on the black and barren ground.

The hand was thin and long, white and clean. Like a lotus flower that just bloomed, it wasn't at all tainted with mud or the scent of death.

Then, this land slowly ascended out of the ground, sending out the feeling of fear.

Luckily there was nobody in sight. If anyone saw this eerie scene, they would have been scared half to death.

After some time, a naked man crawled out from underneath the ground.

His physical body was like jade and was almost sparkly. The muscles on his body mimicked a lively dragon, strong and sturdy. He looked like a man from the immortal world, clean, bright, and flawless.

The man had sharp brows and skin of jade. He looked around 17 to 18, but his shiny eyes were like a deep ocean that accumulated much learning from years of living.

"Who am I, why am I here."

The man scanned his surroundings and his eyes were full of loss. He looked around and checked out his own hands. His brain was completely blank. He had absolutely no memory.

"Who am I? Who am I really?"

A strange rush of pain suddenly shot through his head. He hugged his head and he screamed into the sky, shocking everything around him!

His growl announced just how much pain he was in!

Along with this growl, memories came flooding in. Scenery after scenery flashed across his brain, giving his eyes some color.

He remembers now. He remembers everything now.

"Haha, I remember now."

The man laughed a long laugh as an infinite amount of light exploded all around him. The monster had awakened, the dragon had revitalized, his blood was boiling once again!

"I am Ling Xian!"