Chapter 562: Drinking Wine and Discussing Ancient History

"Counterattack the world of immortality..."

Sima Changkong narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something.

After a moment, he slowly said: "When it comes to this matter nowadays, the monks mostly call it a farce. But in fact, the scale of the Small World Alliance is not just a farce."

"Otherwise, why would even the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and the Five Elders Association, which have always been hostile, unite?"

An imperceptible light flashed in Li Fan's eyes, he stepped forward and asked in a vague tone: "Union? Is it to deal with the small world coalition?"

"Fellow Daoist Sima, is he remembering it wrong? Didn't he say that the people in these small worlds are all exiled mortals?"

"How can monks like us find it so difficult to deal with these swarms of ants? Furthermore, we still have the Immortal Lord to dominate the world. Can they really defeat us?"

Sima Changkong was not angry when he saw Li Fan's face full of disbelief.

Instead, he smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and a drop of blood flew between the two of them.

The blood droplets were like living things, stagnating in the air, and then squirming and stretching in all directions.

It turned into a canvas composed of blood mist.

On the canvas, thrilling scenes appear one after another.

The fighting party should be the monks from the Xuanhuang Realm.

But the other party, who can also fly into the sky and escape from the earth, is obviously not a mortal.

Although their fighting methods are different, they can still fight against the monks.

You can rely solely on your physical body to resist the attacks of monks' flying swords. He stepped forward and tore the monks to pieces with his bare hands.

There are also those located at the rear, controlling strange energy from a distance, falling from the sky, targeting the monks and striking at targeted locations.

What's more, it doesn't look like a human, it just looks like transparent white human skin. Floating and wandering in the center of the battlefield. If someone was seriously injured, they would stick it all over.

The group of people who were still on the verge of death and unable to move suddenly became lively and energetic again.

Even if they are missing arms or legs, they can be regenerated and regain their fighting strength after being attached to white human skin.

Li Fan stared at the changing scenes in the blood curtain, his expression slowly becoming serious.

"Where are we, the high-level monks of the Xuanhuang Realm? Are those who are strong in the Hedao and Immortal realms just watching us fighting with others and remain indifferent?" Li Fan said in a somewhat unhappy tone.

Sima Changkong shook his head slightly: "No, no. Of course they also have their opponents."

"Although our ancestors were unable to witness the scenes of strong men fighting due to their limited realm at that time. But it is said that our Xuanhuang Realm also suffered heavy losses."

Sima Changkong lamented: "As a result, in the past five hundred years, neither side has been willing to start another dispute. The main thing is to rest and recuperate."

Li Fan couldn't help but be surprised: "Are they so strong? Are these people really from the small world?"

"Yes, and no." Sima Changkong called for the mermaid and beast species, and filled the bowls for the two of them.

Then he continued: "They are just chess pieces controlled by others."

"The real mastermind behind this is someone else."

Li Fan was slightly shocked and became more energetic: "How do you say this?"

"Their origins seem to go back to when the ancient catastrophe just came. The specific details are not recorded by the ancestors."

"However, based on fragmented interviews after the war, we can know that they seem to be a group of people who [go and come back again]."

Sima Changkong looked a little confused and said slowly.

"Not only the monks from the Xuanhuang Realm who fought with them called them traitors, but even the monks who didn't know their identities would naturally feel extremely resentful in their hearts the moment they saw them."

"Even during the battle, thunder fell from the sky and struck these people."

"They seem to be hated by the entire Xuanhuang Realm."

"Go and come back again, traitor..." Li Fan couldn't help but fall into deep thought after hearing this.

From the scene described by Sima Changkong, combined with what he had seen and heard in Senior Sister Zhao's dreamland, Li Fan couldn't help but make some guesses.

When many disasters such as the inability to practice law and the miasma of immortals and mortals came together, the ten sects of the Immortal Way initially had a plan to unite and overcome the difficulties.

But then the situation collapsed too quickly, and the sects had no time to take care of themselves, let alone help each other.

When disaster strikes, everyone's fate is different.

Some of them disappeared completely in the long river of history because their disciples killed each other.

Some are sealing off their sects, hiding from the world, and lingering.

But there are also some, like Nanming Monster Mountain and Tianjian Sect, who choose to simply escape from the Xuanhuang Realm.

"As Di Yi said, individuals of the tribe have their own choices. Without an absolute leader, it is impossible to act with the same will."

"It is reasonable for monks to make their own choices."

"When these people fled, they may have taken something with them. So much so that even the Xuanhuang Realm itself became resentful towards them."

"I just don't know why they came back. But they can return safely under the strong suction of [Immortal Ruins]. Their strength is definitely not weak."

Li Fan's thoughts slowly calmed down, and he turned to look at Sima Changkong with even more intense eyes.

He deserves to be called the historian of the world of immortality.

In the past thousand years, Sima Changkong can find answers to many things that have been sealed and forgotten in the history of the Xuanhuang Realm.

After Li Fan returned from Tianling Province, in order to avoid the impact of the war, he came to Sima Changkong, the underwater crystal cave.

Relying on the previous clone's familiarity with him and Li Fan's extensive knowledge, he was able to pick up many secrets at his fingertips.

So he quickly won his favor.

The two drank and talked happily every day, talking about the past of Xuanhuang Realm, so happy.

In order to avoid being disturbed by outsiders and to get more information from Sima Changkong, Li Fan also took the initiative to help him set up concealment and protection formations in this crystal cave.

Seeing that the other party was so warm-hearted, Sima Changkong felt that this person could be a close friend.

The relationship between the two became more and more harmonious.

"Peace is temporary, and war is the eternal topic of history." Sima Changkong, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sighed and put down the wine glass that had been raised, and lost interest.

"Why do you say that..." Li Fan suddenly came to his senses.

"Has the war between the Ten Thousand Immortals League and the Five Elders Association officially started?"

Sima Changkong nodded rather heavily: "I don't know how many cultivators will die on the battlefield."

"This is the common sense of heaven and earth. We are not the Immortal Lord, how can we resist? Drink, drink!" Li Fan took the initiative to pour another glass for Sima Changkong and comforted him.

"You're right, fellow Daoist." Sima Changkong drank the wine and his feelings.

Li Fan changed the subject.

...

Time passed quickly, and a year had passed in the blink of an eye.

The war between the Ten Thousand Immortals League and the Five Elders Association had reached a fever pitch, but Li Fan had completely settled down in Sima Changkong's mansion and had not left for a year.

There is another chapter to be published later