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第五百六十章 煮酒论古史

"Reversing the tide in the world of cultivation..."

Masayang Changkong's eyes narrowed slightly, as if recalling something.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Nowadays, many cultivators refer to this incident as a farce. But in reality, the scale of the coalition from the Little World is not just a simple farce."

"Otherwise, why would even the long-standing enemies, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and the Five Elders Association, have to join forces?"

A faint glint flashed in Li Fan's eyes as he moved closer with an unclear tone of voice. "Joining forces? Just to fight against the coalition from the Little World?"

"Is it possible that my friend Masayang has forgotten something? Didn't they say these beings from the Little World were all exiled mortals?"

"Dealing with such insignificant creatures, how could we cultivators find it so difficult? Moreover, we have the Heavenly Longevity Venerable suppressing everything. Can they really defeat us?"

Seeing Li Fan's disbelief, Masayang Changkong did not get angry.

Instead, he smiled slightly and flicked his fingers, sending a drop of blood flying between them.

The blood droplet seemed to be alive as it hovered in the air before slowly spreading outwards. It transformed into a canvas made of blood mist.

Scenes from the battle unfolded on this canvas one after another.

One side of the battle should have been the cultivators from the Xuanhuang World.

But the other side could fly and move freely, clearly not ordinary mortals either.

Although their combat methods varied, they were able to hold their own against the cultivators. Some relied on sheer physical strength, resisting attacks from flying swords and Daoist techniques. Others positioned themselves in the rear, controlling strange energy beams that descended from the sky to target and attack cultivators precisely.

There were even those who lacked human form, appearing as transparent white skin. They drifted around the battlefield, attaching themselves to severely injured individuals. Those who had been near death suddenly regained their vitality, even regenerating lost limbs after being covered by the white skin.

Li Fan's expression grew increasingly serious as he stared at the changing scenes in the blood canvas.

"Where are our high-ranking cultivators from Xuanhuang World? Are they just watching us fight while remaining indifferent?" Li Fan said with some resentment.

Masayang Changkong shook his head slightly. "No, no. They do have their own opponents."

"Although our ancestors were limited by their realm and could not witness the battles firsthand, it is said that Xuanhuang World suffered heavy losses as well."

Masayang Changkong sighed, saying, "This led to a five-hundred-year period of no more disputes between both sides, focusing instead on recuperation."

Li Fan was surprised. "So strong? Are these people really from the Little World?"

"Yes and no," Masayang Changkong called for some mermaid beasts and refilled their cups before continuing.

"They are merely pawns controlled by someone else."

"The true masterminds behind this are others."

Li Fan's eyes widened as he became more alert. "What do you mean?"

"Their origins seem to date back to the early days of the Great Tribulation, but our ancestors did not record much about it."

"However, according to fragmented post-war interviews, they appear to be a group of [gone and returned] individuals."

Masayang Changkong looked puzzled as he spoke slowly.

"Not only do the Xuanhuang World's coalescence cultivators call them traitors, but even those who don't know their identities naturally feel intense hatred towards them upon seeing them."

"During battles, there were instances of lightning striking these individuals from the sky."

"They seem to be universally despised by the Xuanhuang World."

"Gone and returned, traitors..." Li Fan fell into deep thought after hearing this.

Combining what Masayang Changkong had described with his previous experiences in Ougesi's illusionary realm, Li Fan began to form some hypotheses.

Initially, when the various calamities of the Immortal Tribulation descended together, the Ten Immortal Sects had planned to unite and face them collectively.

But the situation deteriorated too quickly for the sects to help each other. Some sects were completely destroyed by internal strife, while others sealed themselves off and survived in seclusion.

However, some chose to leave Xuanhuang World altogether, like Nanying's Beast Mountain and Heavenly Sword Sect.

"As Emperor Yi said, individuals from a clan have their own choices. There is no absolute leader who can make everyone act with the same will."

"It makes sense that cultivators would choose differently."

"When they left, perhaps they took something with them, causing even Xuanhuang World itself to hold grudges against them."

"I wonder why they came back. But their return from the powerful suction of the Immortal Wasteland indicates that their strength is not weak."

Li Fan's thoughts gradually calmed as he turned his gaze towards Masayang Changkong, his eyes burning with intensity.

No wonder he was known as a historian in the world of cultivation.

Over nearly a thousand years, many forgotten events from Xuanhuang World's history could be found here.

After returning to Tianling State, Li Fan had come to Masayang Changkong's underwater crystal cave to avoid being caught up in the war. Relying on his previous knowledge and Li Fan's vast learning, they quickly became good friends.

They spent their days drinking and talking about Xuanhuang World's past, enjoying themselves immensely.

To prevent outsiders from disturbing them and gain more information, Li Fan had proactively offered to help set up concealment and protective arrays for Masayang Changkong's crystal cave.

Seeing how enthusiastic he was, Masayang Changkong felt that this person could be a good friend indeed. Their relationship grew even closer.

"Peace is temporary; war is the eternal topic of history," Masayang Changkong suddenly said with a sigh after a long silence, putting down his nearly raised cup and looking listless.

"Why do you say such things..." Li Fan suddenly realized.

"Has the war between the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and the Five Elders Association officially begun?"

Masayang Changkong nodded heavily. "Who knows how many cultivators will lose their lives on the battlefield."

"This is a constant of nature; we are not the Heavenly Longevity Venerable, so how can we resist? Drink, drink!" Li Fan refilled Masayang Changkong's cup and comforted him.

"Your words are true," Masayang Changkong drank it all in one go, swallowing both the fine wine and his reflections.

Li Fan changed the subject to other matters.

Time passed quickly. A year had gone by.

The war between the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and the Five Elders Association had reached its peak intensity, but Li Fan remained in Masayang Changkong's residence for a full year without leaving once.

There is still one more chapter to go later on...

(End of Chapter)

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