Chapter 388: Freedom, Rebirth

"From today on all restrictions and prisons, all the Taoist cultivators who are imprisoned in it, and all the sects and all the Taoist disciples under the sect will be free, and all the unfair constraints of the Dutian Immortal Realm on all the Taoist cultivators will be lifted. Then, treat them like an ordinary local cultivator."

Fang Sheng finished speaking here, but he did not say, "If not, I will do whatever I want." First, there was no need, and no one dared to disobey his words at this time; second, he did not want to speak with his fists. He relied on reason, and what he asked for was a normal thing.

During his speech, even after he finished speaking, every local person who heard those words was in a complicated mood and it was impossible to count what they were thinking.

In comparison, the mood of the entire Daoji area is much simpler, but it is even heavier.

There is an uncontrollable excitement, and some people are even crying with excitement; there is a relief that I finally get what I want after going through a lot of hardships, but I feel that no matter how hard or tired it is, it is worth it; there is a sadness when I recall the past sufferings, those days like nightmare were really survived by them; there is also a hope for the future, because they can finally live the life they want, which was originally extremely simple but completely a luxury for them in a special period...

Everyone in the sky began to clean up the mess, and in a peaceful and depressing way, even the saint of the Demon Realm sighed and left here. What can the others say?

Fang Sheng came to the saint of the Heavenly Realm and personally healed his famous master. He actually knew very well that the saint of the Heavenly Realm wanted to use a group of disciples to increase his influence because of his weakest strength among the four saints, so he accepted him as his disciple. However, Fang Yan no longer cared about these things. He only knew that without the various conveniences provided by the saint of the Heavenly Realm, he would not have achieved what he has today.

The sword monk closed his eyes, and a shadow of a person slowly appeared in his heart. After a long time, the sword monk whispered: "My friend, have you seen it?"

Hu Yao'er had already shed tears, but she smiled and held Yu Shu and Fang Yan's hands, and looked at Fang Sheng from time to time. She knew that she would finally no longer have to be forced to separate from them.

Wang Xiaotong held Fang Yan's other hand, looking at the distant sky with a blurred look, but her heart was filled with emotion.

...

On the ground, prison doors and restrictions were opened one by one, and the Taoist cultivators who had been imprisoned for a long time were finally released.

When they saw the light of day again, they all exhaled a long breath of turbidity. They all heard Fang Sheng's words just now and knew that the freedom they had obtained was true freedom.

What they didn't know was how different it was when those who let them go looked at their backs and how different it was from the ones who had imprisoned them in the first place. They no longer had to care.

On the square of a Buddhist temple, a young monk stared at the sky in a daze, silent for a long time.

"Guoxian, do you really want to leave?" asked a middle-aged monk behind the young monk.

"Um."

Then, the monk, who looked a little pale and obviously hadn't seen the sun for a long time, strode away without even looking back.

At the end of a long dark passage at the end of the Demon God Sect, the stone gate opened and the figure of the Demon King of the Demon King was revealed.

There was another person standing outside the door, Si Zhenshan.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but in the end they didn't say a word.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the next moment, the Demon King of the Nether Gourd teleported away.

...

From this day on, the history of Dutianxian Realm finally opened a new page.

Then, it is an era of adaptation and integration, an era in which everyone tries to pursue fairness rather than impose injustice on others...

There are no strong winds and waves in the process, but often the calmer the days will pass unknowingly. Who in this world can stop the wheel of time from moving forward?

In a blink of an eye, more than a hundred years have passed.

...

On the sea, millions of miles away from the Immortal and Demon Continent, an island is floating in the tide. If you look closely, you can see that the island is full of very regular pits, and there is even a huge fist mark clearly visible in the center of the island.

Below the water surface, it is vaguely visible that the part of the island hidden in the sea is quite vast. Go down along the surface of the island until the deepest part of the sea, and you will find that there are actually many cracks at the bottom of the island.

Break into the crack, enter the interior of the island, and keep moving forward until you reach the end of the crack.

In the dark sea water, a little white light appeared at the end of the crack.

When you get closer to the past, you can see that the white light is actually a piece of ice about ten feet in the size of a slate, and there is a vague figure in the ice.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, the figure who had been sleeping for many years suddenly opened his eyes, and Jianbing turned into a sword in an instant, and directly reached his right hand.

The sudden water pressure almost crushed the bones in his body. He suddenly raised the Taoist force but found that the fatal injury on his body had only recovered a little. Fortunately, he had reacted and raised the sword in his right hand forward and poured the remaining Taoist force into the sword.

The sword immediately emitted a soft light to cover him and took him up to the sea.

I don’t know how long it took, a head rushed out of the water and took a breath in that moment, obviously I had been holding it for a long time.

After feeling his body, which had been almost powerless, the man smiled bitterly and swam towards the island.

He had no hope of someone coming, but in the evening of that day, someone appeared in his sight, and he was lying on the island in a large shape to rest.

"Ah! Senior, please accept your disciples as your disciples!" The somewhat haggard young man in the sky flew down and bowed, looking surprised.

The man on the ground sat up and looked at the young man in disbelief. After a while, he asked, "Are you a true immortal, did you fly here by yourself?"

"Yes!" the young man said immediately.

That night, the young man flew back with the fairy sword, and while flying, he talked endlessly to the man about the dangers he encountered along the way and the change in his mentality.

It was not until the moon reached the middle of the sky that the young man finally realized that he did not know the name of his future master, although the other party had not agreed to accept him as his disciple...

"Dare you ask me about my name?"
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