Mortals ask the immortals

Duan Qing was in such a state at this time. Life and death had been completely forgotten by him. Although the double pain of body and mind was destroying him all the time, his heart was always calm as water, and he walked slowly.

The last three feet, two feet, one foot...

Finally, he finished the last stone step.

As he left the stone steps, other things around him gradually appeared except the stone steps. The pressure on his body suddenly faded, and the physical and psychological pain suddenly disappeared without a trace. His body was so light that he could almost float.

Duan Qing had a feeling of surviving a desperate situation and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. He had never felt so relaxed in his life.

He looked down at himself. His bones were not broken, and his skin and flesh were not separated. He touched the top of his head and found that his scalp was not torn!

Everything was the same as before he walked up the stone steps, but how real was that feeling just now? Was it all an illusion?

His cultivation had been fully restored at this time, but he still couldn't open the bag.

Duan Qing looked back at Bai Hao who was walking up the stone steps slowly. What puzzled him was that he didn't look very painful at this time. He looked more confused and even looked at him curiously.

What happened? Was what he had just experienced an illusion? Or were the pressures faced by the two people walking on the stone steps completely different?

Looking at the confused expression on Bai Hao's face, Duan Qing suddenly thought of something, and his eyes drifted to the faintly visible Wuwang Pond in the distance.

Bai Hao was not as painful as him on the stone steps, perhaps because he chose to forget! Without the past, no matter how great the psychological pressure was, he might not even realize it!

It seems that the owner of this cave arranged the Wuwang Pond, perhaps hoping that the later ones would choose to forget!

No! Then why is it called Wuwang Pond?

Duan Qing fell into deep thought.

At this time, Bai Hao was just as Duan Qing thought. The pain he faced was far less than Duan Qing's. Except that his body was extremely uncomfortable under the huge pressure, he felt almost nothing in his heart.

Maybe it was because of the complete loss of memory, he was now like a blank sheet of paper, and the psychological pressure was extremely painful for Duan Qing.

But Bai Hao could look at that pressure from another perspective, or he didn't realize it was a kind of pressure at all.

The only thing he was thinking about at the moment was to follow Duan Qing to walk the stone steps and figure out what was more important than living.

While Duan Qing was thinking, Bai Hao had already walked the stone steps steadily, stood in front of Duan Qing, stared at Duan Qing, and asked in confusion: "Don't you want to live?"

Duan Qing was stunned, first looked at Bai Hao in surprise, and then smiled knowingly.

"Of course I want to, ants still survive, how can I not want to!"

Bai Hao was even more confused.

"Then why do you take the risk of climbing the stone steps?"

"Because I want to live a meaningful life!" Duan Qing sighed a little. The road of cultivation is difficult everywhere. If he doesn't even have the courage to climb the stone steps to survive, then what's the point of living.

"What is the meaning?" Bai Hao really couldn't figure out what the meaning of Duan Qing was talking about.

Duan Qing rolled his eyes at Bai Hao and said with emotion: "If I ask you to walk down the stone steps and walk up again, will you do it?"

Bai Hao shook his head subconsciously.

"Doing what you think is right is the meaning!" Duan Qing said, too lazy to explain to him, and walked towards the house next to him.

Bai Hao seemed to be thinking about something, as if he understood something, and followed Duan Qing to the house.

Duan Qing frowned slightly, and secretly tightened his right hand holding the magic dagger. He was now somewhat conflicted about how to deal with Bai Hao.

It was because of Bai Hao's pursuit that he ended up here. It was not wrong to kill Bai Hao.

But now he has lost all his memories, a blank sheet of paper, and has no malice towards him, nor does he pose a threat to him. Would killing Bai Hao at this time be a bit of killing innocent people?

Above the stone steps is a flat land with a radius of dozens of feet. There is only a lonely house on the flat land, with blue bricks and gray tiles, which is ordinary but also seems a bit unusual.

The door of the house was open, facing the stone steps. Duan Qing and Bai Hao were standing at the door of the house, looking inside.

The space inside was not big, and it could even be said to be a bit narrow.

There was a straw mat in the center of the house, and in front of the mat was an incense bank, on which was placed an incense burner, in which was inserted a half-burned vermilion thin incense.

On the wall facing the two of them, there was an ancient painting, which depicted the silhouette of a Taoist holding a treasure bottle, carrying a long sword, a gourd on his waist, and a giant turtle under his feet, riding the wind and waves.

To be honest, from Duan Qing's half-baked appreciation level, this painting was very rough, and many things were just mentioned in one stroke.

Although the painting was simple, it exuded such a charm that Duan Qing couldn't help but want to get closer to observe.

As soon as he entered the house, he could faintly smell a faint strange fragrance, which seemed to come from the incense burner.

Duan Qing and Bai Hao walked to the incense bank together and carefully observed the ancient painting on the wall.

At this moment, Duan Qing seemed to see the eyes of the giant turtle in the painting move.

Suddenly!

There seemed to be a suction force coming from the painting, pulling him into the painting.

Duan Qing felt dizzy, everything around him became blurry, and his head was dizzy. Faintly, pictures appeared in his mind, as if he was dreaming.

In the dream, he turned back into a little boy, who lived by begging all day long. He had no relatives around him, and the only one who depended on him was a little turtle.

One day he met an old immortal, who asked him what his greatest wish was in this life. He answered without thinking that he and the little turtle would never have to starve again.

The old immortal just smiled and said nothing, and then took him and the little turtle back to a place called Wanxing Sword Sect.

Everyone in the sect had a small sword on their waist, which made him a little envious. The old immortal, who was also his master, told him that this was the symbol of the people of Wanxing Sword Sect. Since entering the sect, the sect would give a small sword token. As the strength increased, the small sword token would also be different.

The master taught him to practice and also gave him a small sword. The moment he got the small sword, he loved it. He liked the sun-shaped mark on the handle of the small sword the most.

He seemed to be quite talented in practicing. Many people in the sect called him a rare genius in Wanxing Sword Sect in ten thousand years.

After arriving at Wanxing Sword Sect, he kept the little turtle in a broken bottle he picked up, took good care of it, and never let the little turtle starve again.

The little boy slowly became a teenager, and his cultivation level also skyrocketed. In less than ten years, he broke through to the Spiritual Sea Realm at an unprecedented speed. The sun-shaped symbol on the small sword also turned into stars, and he became the mainstay of the sect.

Everyone in the Wanxing Sword Sect used swords as magic weapons, but he didn't like the kind of flying swords that went straight back and forth, so with the help of his master, he refined a special spiritual treasure, a gourd, in which he hid the sword and accumulated strength to launch it.