The forest was dappled with moonlight. Ning Changjiu stood next to a withered tree and looked through the branches at the moon in the sky.In the vast South Wilderness, weird roars often sounded.All the beings here had been contaminated by the South Wilderness. They grew weirdly. Even the flowers that were like the waves of brocade were actually the withered yellow and purple leaves of Wrist Snake Tree during one season.Maybe because Ning Changjiu had divine power, the South Wilderness couldn't contaminate him a bit.Strangely, Lu Jiajia was only at the realm of Purple Court but she had stayed in the South Wilderness for two years unscathed.Just like those ci poets, he stared at the moon in confusion and wanted to find an answer.Then, the moon really gave him the answer.The chirping of crickets in the forest stopped abruptly.The rustling of leaves faded away with the

The sovereign succession ceremony lasted three days. On the first day, the people appreciated the wine and flowers in the four peaks. The sword Qi was drawn to form the star falls while the sunshine glow was used as decorations. They sat on the clouds, talking about immortality and Taoism as well as comparing notes on Taoist techniques.At noon, the sonorous sword chirp came from outside, which sounded like the iron spear with the residual flag striking out. Hearing that from the distance, one could feel the cold and sticky sword intent that wouldn't disperse in the air.That was the sword tune of the Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect, which sounded sorrowful. When one approached, he would feel all his limbs and bones were vibrating as if meeting an armored army pressing down. Those visitors with weak Taoist hearts would be deterred by the sword tune and their Taoist hearts would tremble so severely that they couldn't even exert their spiritual power.

At the age of four, Ning Changjiu was situated in a shabby yard, surrounded by kids who were in rags like him.The yard consisted of several earth houses. It was dim and damp. The uneven wall was carved with numbers. The light couldn't penetrate through the dark door. The houses were like vertical coffins.The light was like the sunlight in winter. It was bright yet cold.A man who was smiling with his hair swept back was standing in front, talking with an old woman whose face was ghastly wrinkled. That woman looked very strong yet not sturdy but his naked arms appeared muscular. His hands were empty but somehow, it appeared that he was carrying a heavy saber on his back.Ning Changjiu didn't remember this part of the memory. He learned about this from his inner demon tribulation.Then, he heard someone call his name. His name was Jiu, which meant nine. The number of the house where he stayed was nine. Every hou

The boat suddenly swayed in the center of the lake and then quickly became stable.Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er sat facing each other. The two white figures set off each other and appeared like the white-painted wall.Ning Changjiu was holding a new sword that was worth quite much. The sheath was made of the lacquered black sandalwood and the white serpent's skin. The white scaly sheath was adorned with copper pieces. The shiny copper was slightly made antique, which was adorned with light and shade alternately.The moment Ning Changjiu held the sword handle, the iron sword in the serpent sheath seemed to come to life. It vibrated in the sheath as if a real white snake wiggled and wanted to cast off its old skin and replace it with the sharp and new scaly armor. As the sword Qi rose, the young man dropped his smile. Blown by the wind, his black hair also looked like a wildly dancing snake in the sheath.He had started to

Ning Changjiu stood in the sea of fire. The demon-like flames were burning everything.He looked through the red flames and found that the layout of the streets and houses didn't seem to be much changed. The city gate he had gone through was still closed. The relics of the Qianyu Palace were also burning in the fire. Everything in the fire was nearly transparently burned.The shrine in front of which Zhao Xiang'er stayed was hanging in the sky. A staircase constructed by the flame was drooping. The staircase was like the path of atonement the evil people had to walk past barefooted in the fantasy stories. Even if Ning Changjiu's body was potent, when the fire came to him, he also felt a blast of indelible heat as if his skin were to be grilled into a thin and charred piece.Ning Changjiu knew that these were all hallucinations. This world was not a real world. Nevertheless, when those flaming divine birds flew up in all directions, he wa