PFC Chapter 962 Only Death
Chapter 962 Only Death
The lid of the mother tripod is carved with strange patterns. It feels warm, cool and heavy to the touch. This mother tripod has existed since ancient times and can only be seen by people with great luck and great opportunities.
There is an old saying in the cultivation world, but few people know it. When Li Changxiao reached a certain level of cultivation, he visited many cultivation sites and saw many records of the predecessors. Only then did he know the old saying. It is: "The one who holds the tripod is respected."
It means that whoever holds either of the two tripods will be the strongest person in the world. Zhang Kuiyi, the former leader of Dao Sect, was already a top warrior at that time, but he was not qualified to see the mother tripod.
Li Changxiao stroked the wall of the tripod. Although there are many magical instruments in the world, this ancient tripod is the best in terms of weight, without any dispute. It would be difficult for an ordinary combined strong man to open this treasure tripod.
The mother tripod has four ears and three legs, and it is said that the "son tripod" has three ears and four legs. Li Changxiao held the lid of the tripod and lifted it up with force. It felt like he was lifting up the endless sea and carrying the endless stars. It was so heavy that it was really shocking.
Li Changxiao raised it vigorously. A crack appeared in the tripod, and the lingering fragrance of the elixir floated out. In the past, Li Xundao worked hard to refine the elixir to suppress the disease of immortality. Although it has been a long time, the residual fragrance of the elixir that has been tempered by heavenly thunder and forged by heavenly fire has been passed down to this day. And it has been preserved very well.
This mother tripod is so heavy. The only person in the world who can lift it up was Li Xundao in the past and Li Changxiao now. Apart from these two, there is no one else.
Although Fuyao had two Mahayana masters, Su Qingmei and Ji Di, it was extremely difficult to force open the mother tripod. In the heyday of spiritual energy, the two of them spent some money and were not unable to open it. But in this era, no one would go to great lengths to force open this tripod.
So... Li Xundao combined the cauldrons to make the elixir, opened the cauldron to take out the elixir. Later, Li Changxiao opened the mother cauldron by force. In the intervening years, the cauldron had been preserved as before. The sky collapsed, the earth cracked, the sea dried up, the rocks crumbled, and the mountains rose from the ground. All these things could not affect the cauldron at all.
Li Changxiao looked inside the cauldron, but he could not see any trace of the magic pill left. He only saw a mass of yellow mud in the mother cauldron. Although it had the smell of medicine, it was not in shape.
Li Changxiao took out the yellow mud, which had no strange appearance and no magical effect. It was indeed just yellow mud with the scent of medicine. He suddenly felt like laughing. Holding the yellow mud, he felt indescribably complicated. It was because his emotions were too complicated that he could only laugh out loud. He laughed but felt sad.
He held the yellow mud in his hands. Thinking back to the past... Li Xundao was the most powerful man in the world. He thought he was refining a divine elixir, but he only produced a pool of yellow mud. What's even more ridiculous is that Tang Shen, a great monk in the state of fusion, tried to snatch the yellow mud from him, but ended up killing himself. His corpse was left on the top of the mountain.
This is the end.
Li Changxiao was awake. Li Changxiao had asked Bian Huo a question, whether there was a cure for the disease of longevity. Bian Huo replied that there was a cure for the disease. When asked further how to cure it, Bian Huo refused to answer.
Li Changxiao had asked many people similar questions in a veiled way. He met Nan Laofo, Li Xundao, on the way. He saw hope of curing his illness from Li Xundao. He saw Li Xundao offering sacrifices to refine the magic pill and suppressing his longevity disease.
Li Changxiao was determined from then on that the disease of longevity could be cured. If he could not find it in a hundred years, he would try for two hundred years, three hundred years, four hundred years... until it was cured.
From this time on, he had actually created his own dream, endlessly seeking for falsehood. He might have known that he was seeking for falsehood, but he never stopped. Later, he bought ordinary dreams and spread them all over the world.
Fuyao is prosperous again, and this scene of flowers in full bloom is the culmination of his quest for leave. His wish has almost come true.
Or maybe it won't take a hundred years. In a few decades, everything will return to normal. Li Changxiao can wander among the mountains and rivers, walk in the market, watch the tides rise and fall, watch the ages, watch the disputes, watch the peace.
If nothing unexpected happens, this path of seeking the truth may continue, and continue forever. But before that, someone in the Mahayana Forum still woke him up.
The world... was about to merge. He wanted to finally verify whether he was seeking truth or falsehood. He already had the answer in his heart, and he had made a decision. But he needed to verify it again...
So he found the Ten Thousand Immortals Peak. He used Li Xundao's elixir as proof. If Li Xundao's magic elixir can really suppress the immortality disease. His ordinary dream... maybe it can really take root. This move is not that Li Changxiao is not confident in his own way, and wants to use others' way to prove himself.
But he had already made a judgment, and his mind was complicated and tangled, and he had no choice but to do it. When he saw Li Xundao working hard to make the magic pill, but only produced a pool of yellow mud, he knew...what he wanted was nothing but vain.
When Bian Huo, Nan Lao Fo, and Li Xun Dao said that there was a cure for this disease, they had already been infected. Long-term illness affects their judgment, and their words can no longer be trusted.
How could Li Changxiao not know this? This ordinary dream was not so much given to all living beings as it was given to himself. He had been asking for leave for a long time, and it would not hurt to ask for more. False prosperity is also prosperity.
As Kunlun was approaching, he had to make a decision, seeking the truth from the false. From the beginning to the end, there was only one antidote for the longevity disease. Li Changxiao had known it early on.
Just death.
The disease of longevity distorts people's principles. Once infected, it will accompany them for life. It is like a person is born to die of old age and illness. No one can avoid it. If you want to cure the disease of longevity, it is equivalent to borrowing Li Changxiao's power to make everyone in the world immortal.
But how is it possible?
There was only one antidote to the longevity disease from the beginning. Li Changxiao sat dejectedly on the Wanxian Peak, looking at the newly built buildings, the newly prosperous dynasty, and the re-established order.
All of this was created by his own hands. Under ordinary dreams, only the immortal sick can seem ordinary and ordinary. But the dream will eventually pass away, and the immortal sickness will be passed down from generation to generation and will never stop.
There is only one true antidote.
Just death.
On this day, the sky was gloomy and heavy rain was pouring down. Li Changxiao had a blank expression on his face, looking terribly gloomy and dull.
As far as he could see, he suddenly saw a mountain path. The path was straight and wide, leading directly to a small village. He stared at the path for a long time, but did not take a step forward.
He thought about taking this move, and he, Li Changxiao... would be the worst of the worst.
Li Changxiao sat there for three days, patted the Qingping sword, and walked down the mountain path to spread the real antidote.