Manual Aura Resuscitation, the Start Leads To the Cultivator

Text Chapter 100: Gone

And just when Zhou Xianfu finished saying this sentence.

He suddenly looked startled.

The figure stopped on the spot.

Ji Jixue asked: "What's the matter with Daozu?"

silence……

silence.

There was a long silence for a long time. There are ten minutes.

Ji Jixian saw Zhou Xianfu's body trembling, and there was a layer of mist in his eyes.

Ji Jixue was shocked: "Taozu! What happened to Daozu?"

"It's okay..."

Zhou Xianfu waved his hand, looking at the earth below with a complex emotion in his eyes, his tone of voice was a little out of balance:

"I can feel it."

Ji Ji needed hurriedly asked: "What do you feel?"

"I feel that on this earth, the vital signs of thousands of creatures are passing away. They are still increasing and growing. They are all mortals..."

"what!"

Ji Jixue was shocked, and then furious: "Presumptuous, I said that a cultivator has an obligation to protect all mortals. Every cultivator has an obligation to protect mortals. They, what did they eat. So many people died..."

Zhou Xianfu sighed, "They are looking for death by themselves."

"..."

at the same time.

China, in a certain underground city.

‘Dididi——’

‘Dididi——’

‘Dididi——’

An old man locked himself in the bedroom alone, staring at a faded photo on the table in a daze. His name is Xu Poxiao. His parents named him, implying that the rising sun in this world will eventually dispel the darkness and break the dawn.

In the photo, he took a group photo with his classmates when he graduated from Xiuxian Middle School 80 years ago. The teenagers at that time smiled innocently.

But now. The old man who was nearly a hundred years old was still at the first level of the Qi Refining Period. It took eighty years to make no further progress.

Xu Poxiao looked at the yellowed photo, and for a while, tears burst into tears.

On the bedside, his cell phone was ringing constantly, a reminder of group chat messages.

If Xu Poxiao didn't hear this voice, he just looked at the photo in a daze. After a long time, Xu Poxiao wiped away the tears that fell on his face, and tremblingly stretched out his hand to stroke the photo:

"It's worth..."

"At that time, we had 40 classmates in a class, and I was the only one who became a mortal. Except for me, everyone became great heroes. Twenty-three died in resisting the disaster. Worth it, It's worth it. I was fortunate enough to be in the same class with so many heroes."

He thinks it is more worthwhile that forty people in a class, he was only eliminated in the end. Such a low elimination rate shows that the world is progressing.

Picking up his mobile phone, Xu Poxiao looked at a group chat with the name-"Mortals can be great"

There is a circle of cultivators. Mortals naturally have mortal circles.

Because although the two are all of the same kind, in fact, there is usually nothing to talk about. Therefore, there are many mortal circles in private. They are very inferior. Only by chatting and having fun with mortals who are also eliminated can they feel the slightest light in their hearts.

Group leader: Last words: Today, I am dead. But I have no regrets. I have contributed to this world. Hope that everyone in the world is like a dragon, and hope that everyone will live to a new home and live for me another million years. Hahahaha.

Friends from Jiangsu and Zhejiang: Last words: During the decades I have been here, there will be two immortal cultivators in the community every day to offer condolences to me. Help me. In fact, I know that immortal cultivators don't eat all kinds of grains at all, but they have expended great efforts to open up grain fields in the glacier. To feed us. Thanks for all these years. I have no regrets, because my son has become a Golden Core Immortal Cultivator!

Northwest group friends: I don't want to die. But I don't want to drag others down. I also know that I will never reach my new home. I hope that my children and grandchildren can take my ashes and bury my ashes in the new home.

Southern group friends...

Friends from the North...

Western group friends...

‘Dididi——’

‘Dididi——’

‘Dididi——’

"Dididi—"

Xu Poxiao cried loudly, because he knew that every time the mobile phone prompt sounded, it would mean that an old man had left the world.

In the bedroom, only the old man's weeping sound kept coming.

In the sound of sobbing, a leather belt was thrown on the ceiling. Xu Poxiao howled and stepped on a stool.

Then the sob stopped abruptly...

Outside.

Xu Poxiao's looks very young and his wife. The current immortal cultivator during the foundation building period heard the movement in the house, and she felt that a life had been lost within the range of her perception.

this moment.

Liu Huifang, who has kept his youth forever because of cultivating immortals, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the temples began to turn from black to white. Blow-breakable skin begins to age rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just a moment.

Liu Huifang is aging like an 80-year-old woman.

She cried.

Madly rushed to the room of the man who took him seventy years ago.

There was a blast of ‘Boom——’. Sawdust fluttered from the bedroom door.

Outside the house, other neighbors in the dungeon heard the movement and hurriedly came out to help:

"what's happenin?"

"What happened to the Xu family?"

"Old man Xu."

"What's going on?"

"Shhh-don't talk."

"Don't make a noise, old man Xu, left."

"I felt a familiar breath become cold."

"Ugh……"

In the bedroom.

Xu Huifang stood there like an ice sculpture, crying silently, but tears rolled down drop by drop.

In front of her, her husband was hanging on the beam with his long tongue hanging out. And what ended his life was a belt of seven wolves that he gave him more than 70 years ago when he was still in love with him.

Seventy years have passed, and the belt is old and damaged. Overwhelmed, but ended his life.

"When you married me seventy years ago, didn't you say that we will live forever together forever?"

Liu Huifang muttered to herself blankly: "The night in the bridal chamber, I remember it was another night when a meteorite fell from the sky. All the cultivators flew up to the sky to resist the meteorite. You and I stood on the ground and looked up at the sky, crying. On the night of the bridal chamber, the two of us swear together that we must become powerful cultivators, and also the heroes who fly to the stars to resist meteorites, have you forgotten?"

"When you were in love, you were very high-spirited, and you engraved blood with a compass on your hand and said, protecting everyone around you from today onwards, have you forgotten?"

She looked at Xu Poxiao's arm. On the forearm, there are scars left over from the Second Middle School a few decades ago, and those words are still faintly visible-protecting everyone around him from today.

Xu Huifang cried loudly and almost fainted while crying while holding her husband's body.

"Why can't you think about it."

"Why do you want to be like this...A mortal is a mortal, so what? In the age of wandering, I will protect you and I will take care of you. Why are you like this!"

"Why!!!"

Xu Huifang roared wildly.

Outside the door, a lot of neighbors gathered, all watching this scene in the room silently, without anyone talking.

At this moment, Xu Huifang saw tears on the ‘Graduation Group Photo’ on the bedside. She picked up the graduation photo of her husband as a teenager, turned it over, and saw a paragraph written on the back of the photo.

‘Suicide note’

"I will never be able to reach my new home alive, and my mortal body will never be able to live for many years in a spaceship. When I die, my body is not easy to handle. It's not as good as the fallen leaves of Te Niang."

"In this life, I have made countless ambitions, but in this life, I have never completed one of my ambitions!"

"When I was a student, I swore that I would become a powerful immortal cultivator and contribute to mankind. But when I am old, I still trouble other people at this moment. I have done nothing for mankind. Except for being alive."

"This time, I will use all my vitality to do the last thing for the rise of mankind. Without me, I can at least free up two free immortals for mankind. I don't want to die in a small cabin, I don’t want the corpse to fall into the universe. I don’t want to have immortal cultivators to take care of me while I am dying. Xu Huifang, don’t feel sorry for you, don’t be sad. This is my wish when I was a teenager, and I want to do something for this race. , But my ability is limited. All I can do is not to cause trouble."

"Xu Huifang, live for me. In this life I have no future, my wife, you are my only relative, live for me. Live for ten thousand years, live for a million years. Leave half of my ashes on the earth, and I want the fallen leaves to return to their roots. . Take half and go to your destination. I want to follow you and take a look at our future home. Farewell."

"..."

In the room.

Howling and crying.

The whole area was weeping.

And they could actually understand the old man's mood when he was parting. They could actually feel that perhaps the moment when Xu Daxiao hung himself up was the real relief.

This world is cruel.

It is so cruel that there is no blood and blood, no love-hate entanglement, no deep hatred between people, and harmony, but some people are destined to be eliminated. Those who were eliminated knew it from the beginning, and others knew it from the beginning.

They are all waiting.

They are all waiting. When they are destined to be unable to cultivate immortals, they all know that their lives have entered the countdown...

Everyone in this world does not want to leave anyone behind.

But some people in this world know that they are destined to never leave.

five minutes later.

In this dungeon community, a family member's cry came from another house, and then a white silk was hung on the door.

Just a minute later.

In the room opposite them, there was a weeping sound.

Then this street, in an hour.

White silk hangs in the house of eight adults.

They are all crying silently, everyone knows why they are like this, but everyone feels endless regret and powerlessness. They can only watch the lives of their loved ones passing by within their own perception, but they can't do anything.

I can't take them away.

This is cruel.

At the same time.

An island country, under the former Mount Fuji.

Nowadays, 100,000 people have walked here with oxygen masks.

A hundred thousand people stopped at the foot of the mountain, and the head of an elderly man said with a smile:

"Let's stop here. I don't want to climb it anymore, I'm tired, rest?"

"Okay, let's stop here."

A hundred thousand people smiled at each other, and then each dug a hole in the ground, dug a hole in the volcanic ash and snow. Then each lay in.

A hundred thousand people lay down in the pit in silence.

Tacitly, he slowly took off the oxygen mask from his head.

At this moment, the old man lying in the pit looked at the gray sky, and the stars in the sky were faintly visible. A smile of relief slowly appeared:

"綺丽ですね......"

Sulfide entered their trachea.

Silently.

There is no feeling.

They just smelled a somewhat unpleasant smell, and then they began to feel their heads getting heavier and heavier.

Then, the line of sight began to blur...

Then a strong cold entered the trachea through the sniff, and into the lungs.

After a few seconds, they lost consciousness and lay here.

A minute later, there was ice in their trachea.

Only ten minutes later.

A hundred thousand people lie here, becoming ice sculptures. In the polar climate of more than 80 degrees below zero, people are frozen into popsicles, just for a while.

'call--'

A gust of wind blows.

The volcanic ash and snow in the distance were swept in, and then immediately covered this place.

For a long time, for a long time.

Two Western immortals have passed by since then.

The two looked at each other.

The fat cultivator's eyes were red, sobbing and bowing in this direction:

"We just don't want to drag others down..."

The skinny shook his head and said firmly: "No, they just want to do something for humans!"

"Is it different?"

"Different!"

The thin bowed in that direction: "They used to be cultivators for the rise of all mankind. They think they have done nothing in this life. However, they did, but they didn’t know it. If there is no one in the world. For people like them, the first generation of immortal cultivators will not appear. The foundation of immortal cultivators is them!"

"I don't understand what you mean."

The thin man turned his head and said solemnly: "It's not interesting. Since the 1920s, 90 years, all of us have lived in this world for one thing-to live hard and when we can't live, let it go. Seeds allow future generations to live as future generations can’t live. Give everything to let compatriots live!"

"..."

Death becomes a very easy thing in this era if you are not a cultivator.

A mortal, he only needs to go to the surface, take off the oxygen mask and gas mask specially designed for them, and they will die.

When everyone in this world knows tacitly in their hearts, I can never leave here again.

So, I will take off the mask.

It's not hypocritical to say that I don't want to take care of one me for one me.

But I know in my heart that death is my only destination. Choose to die of sickness and old age in a small cabin while drifting in the universe. It's still the fallen leaves returning to their roots, choosing to die in this soil that gave birth to me.

What is death? Death means seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing. The same as when unborn.

There is no such thing as entering another world after death. When everyone has cultivated immortality, everyone will know that it is a lie, it is a myth. That doesn't exist. There is no underworld, no heaven, only a piece of darkness and eternal extinguishment that you can't see or think about anymore.

"This world, I have been here, I have seen, I have worked hard, I have fought, I have failed. I don't regret it."

There was a roar.

An old man laughed hard and took off his mask.

At his feet, there was a cloud of gray volcanic ash. But when he took off his mask, he actually realized that he couldn't breathe at all.

He looked up, because the sky had been torn apart and there was no atmosphere. You could see the starry sky outside, and you could see the Nirvana Space Station, an epic masterpiece of mankind in the starry sky.

Ha ha……

Take a look.

Dead without regret.

He fell down.

Just not far from him, more than a hundred people fell down a minute ago.

And not far from more than a hundred people, five minutes later, ten thousand people were lying in the soil.

Life in this world began to flow away.

‘Boom Ka——’

Suddenly, there was a thunder in the sky.

It seems that that is the last consciousness of the earth.

It seems that the earth also feels a kind of despair, powerless sadness.

There hasn't been any climate change in the past ninety years, and light rain began to float, which is like the last cry of the earth. But no matter what, even this world doesn't have the power to cry. Because the little bit of rain that just generated, before it hit the ground, it was frozen again and turned into snowflakes.

Thunder, and Xiaoxue.

Some cultivators stood on the vast ground, stretched out their palms idiotically, watched the fluttering snowflakes fall in their palms, smiled and said:

"Pure snow. It is not gray snow that does not contain volcanic ash. It is pure snow."

"..."

In the universe.

There was an immortal cultivator who was in the stage of transforming gods, while wiping his tears, he turned into a stream of light and flew towards Zhou Xianfu.

"Tao Zu... Dao Zu..."

Zhou Xianfu red eyes: "You said."

"they……"

"You speak straight."

Huashenqi was crying and crying, but he could see his tears streaming out. It was so beautiful in this vacuum environment that he floated away.

"After our inspection, many of our compatriots committed suicide in different places. Many lives have passed away, with more than 50 million people..."

Fifty million!

In this cold number, there are a series of lives.

"Daozu, the immortal cultivators all over the world are moving now. We have started to tour around the world in dungeons to discourage suicide and prevent them from committing suicide. Our actions are effective. The number of 50 million came to an abrupt end. We persuaded 30 million people. .but……"

"But what?"

"But we know that we can't stop him. If a person wants to die and he has made a decision to die, then no one can stop him. Unless we seal them up, unless we tie them up. But we can't. Attack our compatriots. Will we monitor them? But they are not criminals..."

Zhou Xianfu was speechless for a long time.

Next to him, Ji Jixue kept rubbing his eyes, his eyes a little sour.

"We must all work hard to live."

After a long time, Zhou Xianfu said suddenly.

Then he looked at the azure earth below:

"Because we will eventually remember that below the rise of mankind, the cornerstone is the blood and bones of billions of compatriots!"

"Yes!"

The spiritual cultivator gritted his teeth and said!

"Get ready, we are about to set sail. Here, it's time to leave. Then hold their ashes and sprinkle them on the soil of the new home."

"..."

‘Oh oh oh—’

The sound of the horn sounded in every region on the earth.

This is the final horn.

This is the horn of assembly.

The sound of this horn signifies that we are about to sail.

time to go!

In Huaxia, Yu Lianzhou carried a huge horn, with a heavy face, step by step ascended to the former Wudang Mountain site.

Here, it has long been covered by snow and ice and covered by volcanic ash. Only an outline can be seen, but there is no trace of the fairy air that once floated.

Behind Yu Lianzhou, hundreds of Wudang disciples followed. Today, they are all immortal cultivators.

Today, none of them wear special clothing that is radiation-resistant, cold-resistant, and wear-resistant made of alloys developed by scientists.

Everyone, today, all the robes are added!

The traditional costumes of ninety years ago are worn by everyone today.

They are holding their hair buns.

They wear Luo socks.

They carried long swords behind their backs and held some famous weapons used in the ceremony in their hands.

Following the same step, follow Yu Lianzhou forward.

‘Oh oh oh—’

From a distance, the sound of the horn came.

Chen Shixing asked: "Master, the trumpet has already been sounded everywhere, shall we speed up?"

Yu Lianzhou looked at the magnificent mountain faintly visible with a pious face:

"No. There is no need to speed up, this is the last time we have walked on the steps of Wudang Mountain. Feel it carefully and aftertaste it carefully, we can still remember the details in ten thousand years."

While talking, Yu Lianzhou stepped on the stone steps step by step. Then I looked around, looking at this mountain, looking at the sky, looking at the place covered by volcanic ash and frozen, as if looking back to the 1920s, you can still see the lush forest under those things.

It seems that the gate is faintly visible.

It is vaguely visible here that it seems to have been incense flourishing. It is a national tourist attraction.

'puff--'

'puff--'

'puff--'

Every foot on the ground makes a dull sound. Then the ankles will sink into the deep volcanic ash, and the whole body will be dirty.

'squeak--'

Amidst the sound of rotting wood.

Yu Lianzhou personally pushed open a gate that had been buried in dust ninety years ago.

Chen Shixing flew up and stood in the air. He didn't use his energy. Instead, he took a clean veil and gently wiped the dust off the plaque, revealing the two large characters.

-Wudang.

Come in.

Those big halls have long been missing.

At this time, the top of the mountain was full of ice and volcanic ash.

Everyone just walked forward, all the way forward.

Yu Lianzhou said softly: "Ring the bell."

"Yes!"

A disciple yelled, found the extremely worn-out bell, and then ran a pole against the bronze bell.

'clang--'

'clang--'

The ethereal bell sounded again in Wudang Mountain after ninety years.

Also the last time.

"Light three incense sticks. Tell your ancestors."

"Yes!"

Dozens of disciples carried three huge incense sticks, and then plunged into the ice here.

Then they spewed out the real fire of shamisen and sprayed at the incense, but in an instant, three huge incense were lit.

Yu Lianzhou handed the horn to Chen Shixing, took a step back, bowed to the three incense sticks, and Lang shouted:

"Wudang ancestors, peers. Master. Shan Ling. Today, January 2110. I, Yu Lianzhou."

"I would like to tell you ancestors, ancestors and ancestors, and the souls of the generations who died young, the ghosts floating on this mountain. And all the creatures on this mountain."

"Today, we are about to set sail. We won't be back."

Yu Lianzhou said expressionlessly, skillfully lit a pile of yellow paper and sprinkled it on the sky, two lines of tears slipped from her face:

"We are going to a faraway place. We are here today to inform you. Master, I also inform you that if you are alive in the sky, don't go back to Wudang when you want to come back to see it in the future. Nothing in the future. Come to Sirius, we will all be there in the future. We won't be back here. When we come back, there will be no more here.

"Well, I won't say anything more, we will leave immediately."

After speaking, Yu Lianzhou walked towards the cliff without any souvenirs.

Behind them, the Wudang disciples were crying, and then prayed to Sanzhuxiang, each saying what they wanted to say. To this mountain, to the people who have lived here, to the creatures who have existed in this land.

Standing on the top of the mountain.

Yu Lianzhou picked up the huge horn and slowly matched it. He took a deep breath and blew it.

‘Oh oh oh oh--’

The deep and heavy horn sound penetrated through this space and time, it seems that the light circuit has rotated for a thousand years...

In his eyes, he saw the lush greenery of this mountain.

I saw every easy-going smiling face of everyone here in every age.

I saw the rising and setting sun every day and night here.

I saw the majestic rain here, and I also saw the snow.

At the same time, I saw the plants withered and yellow, and the flowers were blooming...

‘Oh oh oh—’

The sound of the horn, in their hometown, is the final farewell.

Yu Lianzhou thought she wouldn't cry, but the tears couldn't stop flowing down. Ninety years ago, he devoted himself to martial arts. Ninety years later, he was pretending to be the world.

In the farewell sound of the horn.

Behind him, a Wudang disciple cried out:

"Wudang, I'm leaving! I won't come back anymore!"

With a sound of ‘咻——’, the disciple turned into a streamer and flew for nine days, entering the Nirvana space station.

Another Wudang disciple shouted:

"Master~www.NovelMTL.com~ You died early, because you didn’t see this era where everyone is like a dragon. You are born here and rest in peace. I’m leaving. I won’t come to send you winter clothes after Qingming Festival and October 1st. It’s now. I won’t come to burn you paper money in the 30th year. I’m leaving!”

With a sound of ‘咻——’, he also turned into a streamer and went straight into the sky.

"The ancestors, the ancestors. I can't take your memorial tablets. I keep your names and deeds in my heart. When I go to a new place, I will set up memorial tablets for you again, and go!"

'call out--'

"Master! I'm leaving!"

"gone."

"go!"

"We won't come back. We won't come back anymore, don't give me a dream, don't read it!"

"gone!"

"Goodbye, this land!"

"..."

Finally, Yu Lianzhou lowered the horn, knelt down to break the ice, grabbed a handful of Wudang soil and put it in his pocket.

"gone."

There was a ‘shoo-’.

Yu Lianzhou's figure disappeared in this land.

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