Chapter 962 Only Death

The lid of the mother tripod is carved with strange patterns. It feels warm, cool and heavy. This mother tripod has existed since ancient times. Only those with great luck and great opportunities can see it.

There is an old saying in the cultivation world, and few people know it. Li Changxiao has reached a certain level of cultivation, visited many cultivation sites, and seen many records of cultivation predecessors. Only then did he know the old saying. It is: "The one who holds the tripod is respected"

It means that no matter when and where, the one who holds any of the mother and child tripods is the strongest person in the world. Zhang Kuiyi, the former leader of the Dao Sect, was already a top strongman at that time, but he was not qualified to see the mother tripod.

Li Changxiao stroked the wall of the tripod gently. Although there are many magic tools in the world, if it comes to weight, this ancient tripod is the first, without any dispute. Ordinary combined strongmen may find it difficult to open this treasure tripod.

The mother tripod has four ears and three feet, and it is said that the "child tripod" has three ears and four feet. Li Changxiao held the lid of the tripod and lifted it with force. I just felt like I was lifting up the endless sea and the endless galaxy. It was so heavy that it was really shocking.

Li Changxiao lifted it up with force. A crack appeared in the treasure tripod, and the long-lasting fragrance of the elixir floated out. In the past, Li Xundao worked hard to refine the elixir to suppress the disease of longevity. Although it has been a long time, the residual fragrance of the elixir that has been tempered by the thunder and forged by the fire has been passed down to this day. And it is well preserved.

This mother tripod is so heavy. The person who can lift it in the world was Li Xundao in the past, and now it is Li Changxiao. Except for the two of them, there is no one else.

Although there were two Mahayana masters, Su Qingmei and Ji Di, in the past, Fuyao. But it is extremely difficult to force open the mother tripod. In the heyday of spiritual energy, the two of them spent some price, but they could not open it. But in this world, they will never go to great lengths to force open this tripod.

So... Li Xundao combined the tripod to refine the elixir and opened the tripod to take the elixir. Later, Li Changxiao forced the mother cauldron to open. In the intervening years, the cauldron had been preserved as before. The sky collapsed, the sea dried up, the rocks crumbled, and the mountains rose from the ground. All kinds of things could not affect the cauldron at all.

Li Changxiao looked into the cauldron, but he could not see any trace of the magic pill left. He only saw a ball of yellow mud in the mother cauldron. Although there was a medicinal fragrance, it was not in shape.

Li Changxiao took out the yellow mud, and there was no abnormality, and no effect of the magic pill. It was indeed just yellow mud with medicinal fragrance. He suddenly had an impulse to laugh. Holding the yellow mud, he felt indescribably complicated. It was because his mood was too complicated that he could only laugh in the simplest way. Although he laughed, he was sad.

He held the yellow mud in his hand. Thinking back to the past... Li Xundao, the most powerful person in the world. He thought he had refined the magic pill, but he only refined a pile of yellow mud. What's even more ridiculous is that Tang Shen, a great monk in the combined body, snatched the pile of yellow mud from him, but caused a disaster of death. His corpse remained on the top of the mountain.

At this point.

Li Changxiao woke up. Li Changxiao once asked Bian Huo a question, is there a cure for the disease? Bian Huo answered that there is a cure for the disease. Only asking how to cure it, Bian Huo refused to answer.

Li Changxiao also asked many people similar questions in a veiled way. He met Nan Lao Fo, Li Xundao, halfway. He saw hope of curing the disease from Li Xundao. Seeing Li Xundao offering sacrifices and refining the magic pill, he was able to suppress the disease.

Li Changxiao was determined from then on that the disease could be cured. If it could not be found in a hundred years, then two hundred years, three hundred years, four hundred years... until it was cured.

From then on. He actually constructed his own dream, endlessly seeking for falsehood. He may also know that he was seeking for falsehood, but he never stopped. Later, he bought ordinary dreams and spread dreams all over the world.

Fuyao regained prosperity, and this scene of flowers and clusters was the extreme of his seeking for falsehood. What he wished in his heart was almost realized.

Or it may not take a hundred years. In a few decades, everything that had happened will return again. Li Changxiao can be alone, with a wine and a sword, wandering between mountains and rivers, walking in the market. Watch the tides rise and fall, watch the eternity. Watch the disputes, watch the peace.

If there is no accident. This way of seeking falsehood may still continue, and continue forever. But before that, someone woke him up in the Mahayana Forum.

This world... is about to merge. He wanted to finally confirm one or two, 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 Wanxian Peak. He used Li Xundao's elixir as a proof. If Li Xundao's magic elixir can really suppress the longevity disease. His ordinary dream... may really be rooted. This move is not that Li Changxiao is not confident in his own way and wants to use others' ways to verify himself.

But he had already made a judgment, and his heart was complicated and tangled, and he had to do it. When he saw Li Xundao practicing the magic elixir, but only refining a pool of yellow mud. Then he knew...what he had been seeking was nothing but delusion.

When Bian Huo, Nan Lao Fo, and Li Xun Dao said that there was a cure for this disease, they had already been infected. The longevity disease affected their judgment, and their words could no longer be trusted.

But how could Li Chang Xiao not know. This ordinary dream, rather than being given to all living beings, is better to be given to himself. He has been asking for a holiday for a long time, and it doesn't matter if he asks for a holiday for a longer time. False prosperity is also prosperity.

As Kunlun is approaching, he must make a decision, seeking truth from falsehood. From the beginning to the end, there is only one antidote for the longevity disease. Li Chang Xiao knew it early.

Only death.

The longevity disease distorts people's principles. Once infected, it will accompany them for life. It is as if people are born to die of old age and illness. No one can avoid it. If you want to cure the longevity disease, it is equivalent to borrowing Li Chang Xiao's power to make everyone in the world live forever.

But how is it possible.

There was only one antidote for the longevity disease from the beginning. Li Changxiao sat dejectedly on the Wanxian Peak. He looked 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. 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 real antidote.

Only death.

On this day, the sky was dark and it was raining heavily. 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 road. The mountain road was straight and wide, leading directly to a small village. He stared at the mountain road for a long time, but he didn't take this step for a long time.

He thought that if he took this step, he, Li Changxiao... would be the worst of the worst.

Li Changxiao sat for three days, patted the Qingping sword, and walked down the mountain road to spread the real antidote.