Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Wang Luo couldn't help but feel moved after hearing Han Wu's suggestion.

It's not that I'm moved by the chance to have fun and pay my name, but I'm moved by Nanxiang and the wilderness.

It is undeniable that when Han Wu directly pointed out that the desolate demon was the ancient monk who transformed into desolate, Wang Luo's first reaction was actually: So, are all my old friends still there?

After waking up from Dingling Hall, everything around him was instilling in him the knowledge that everything in the old world had died. Master, uncle, sister, brother... everyone was dead, and their names were written on On the memorial tablet of Lingshan Temple. And those Lingshan Immortal Ancestors whom he had worshiped many times fell to the earth with the heavens, and their bodies were not intact.

Among the only survivors, the senior sister with whom she has the closest relationship has retired to seclusion five hundred years ago, and is said to have become a building block in Youcheng. The other survivor, Lu Youyou... Wang Luo is not really close to her. .

The person who liked to feed her pancakes back then was the senior sister, not him.

Wang Luo did not hate the new world established by his senior sister, and he also admired practitioners of the new world such as Shi Yue and Han Ying... But frankly speaking, the short period of more than a month after he came down from the mountain was not enough for him to establish the new world. A sense of identity with the new world.

Just like most real "time travel" cases, instead of making achievements in the new world and bullying men and women, he actually wants to go back to the past, to the familiar Lingshan Mountain, the familiar Dingling Palace, and to the place where he lives every day. The days when I was shocked by my senior sister’s whimsical thoughts.

Just like the senior sister herself, it took decades, even hundreds of years, to gradually let go of everything before time travel and truly enjoy the identity of senior sister of Lingshan.

Wang Luo didn't want to hide this thought, so he responded to Han Wu's question very frankly.

"Of course I do. Maybe we can meet some old acquaintances."

Han Wu scoffed: "Can't you be a little hypocritical and say that everything in the new world is particularly beautiful? You are happy here and don't miss the old days?"

Wang Luo said: "Everything in the new world is very beautiful. I am happy here and don't miss the old days."

Han Wu was choked and didn't speak for a long time, but the muscles all over his body swelled, as if some fire was erupting in his body.

"That's right. Too hypocritical words will make people suspicious, but as honest as you are..." Han Wu shook his head, "But don't count on old acquaintances. Although the ancient monks can live forever after transforming from wasteland, Immortal, but most of them will gradually deform into monsters as time goes by. I have been in and out of the wasteland several times, and I have seen a lot of ancient waste demons, and only a handful of them have maintained their human form. "

After a pause, Han Wu spoke again, and this time, a hint of fear could not be suppressed in his beast-like body.

"And most of the named Ancient Desolate Demons have been killed by the Lord himself in the Battle of Desolation. When the natural disaster came, she was the only cultivator with true immortal cultivation who was not contaminated by desolation. , so in the first wave of the most brutal Dinghuang battle, she single-handedly killed most of the Huahuang Zhenjun. If those famous people you know were not killed by the natural disaster, they should be. Died by the Yao sword. And you, as her junior brother, go to the wilderness to meet old acquaintances, haha, maybe you can actually meet..."

Wang Luo was silent for a long time before suppressing the overwhelming emotions in his chest.

Han Wu's words were an understatement, but it was not difficult for Wang Luo to imagine how tragic the battle to determine the wilderness was one thousand two hundred years ago.

Senior sister has never been a murderous person. Perhaps she is more bold than anyone else and acts boldly, but this recklessness never includes indiscriminate killing. In the old immortal calendar era when human lives were insignificant, the number of people who actually died under her hands was surprisingly few compared to her reputation and strength.

However, in that Battle of Dinghuang, Senior Sister was able to kill people to the point where even the people who heard about it a thousand years later would be terrified by it.

"...These stories have never been mentioned in historical materials."

Han Wu said: "Yes, because there is no need. The Battle of Dinghuang is not the work of a single person, but the result of the concerted efforts of all the founders of Dinghuang. After the Great Law is woven, among the hundreds of Immortal Alliance countries on the right side of the sky, There are no more immortals from the upper realm who can kill hundreds of millions of people by themselves, and all individuals have reached the Nascent Soul stage...even the Weaver himself is no exception. These are the decisions of the Lord himself, and those who come after him. Neither the guts nor the motivation to expose it.”

Wang Luo couldn't help but laugh after hearing this: "And you, in a small wine shop on Xiangshan Road, Shijie, told it without restraint."

Han Wu laughed: "Yes, but apart from you, no other audience will be able to remember it after listening to it. To be precise, even I can only keep this memory for a short time, with you. After explaining it, I won’t remember anything the next morning at best.”

Wang Luo became a little curious: "Who set this restriction?"

"The Great Law." Han Wu said, "The rules woven at the bottom of the Great Law cannot be changed by anyone except the collective decision of the Immortal Alliance. If you want to know the historical truth, report it in advance and get approval from the authority. It can be held briefly in the mind.”

Wang Luo was a little playful: "Then I..."

"You may be an exception." Han Wu said, "Just like the many privileges you have in the Great Law, you may also have the privileges of memory and knowledge. These are the legacy left to you by the Lord... Gift. Of course, it may not be a privilege, so the story just now is just a story, and everyone can just forget it."

Wang Luo thought for a while: "So, what do you want me to do in Nanxiang?"

"It's not just you who will go, but many people will go together." Han Wu explained, "Nanxiang is now Zhuwang's actual pioneer of Dinghuang, built on the border between civilization and wasteland. Once Rongcheng begins to migrate westward, Nanxiang's location will also move."

"So it's not just Rongcheng that will move?"

"Of course, the several small cities around Rongcheng will follow. The more complete the civilization form, the stronger the role it can play in the wasteland, and in this form, the role played by Nanxiang is crucial, so before the actual migration, there are also many tasks that need to be done in Nanxiang. For example, the Dinghuang Corps stationed in Nanxiang may become the Immortal Alliance Coalition, and the fortress in Nanxiang will also be further expanded-one Star-Destroying Sword is not enough. It is said that the plan initially submitted by the Golden Deer Hall to the Immortal Alliance is for several other families to pay for the establishment of twelve more Star-Destroying Swords in Nanxiang. The theoretical maximum output can cut the Lingshan Mountain in half."

Wang Luo sneered.

Han Wu said: "The prototype design drawings of the Star-Destroying Sword were made by the Lord himself, so you'd better take this seriously."