Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 453 Devotion to the heart, worrying about the unknown

"Don't think of authority too miraculously," the white-haired boy looked at him and responded, "The gap between you and Kongxuan Sanren is really too big, even if you have authority, you can't beat him.

"Why don't you just lend me your body and I'll help you solve this battle—"

"—I want to try it first." Gu Xu interrupted him, and said with firm eyes.

"Okay then," the white-haired boy shook his head lightly, "you pull out the nail on my left leg, the authority it seals is called 'Destiny', it can affect the fate and manipulate the probability... How much power you can exert depends on how you use it."

"Destiny..." Gu Xu said the word silently in his heart.

Today, he has become more and more familiar with the scope of authority of Emperor Ziwei from the role of the astrolabe and various authorities.

"Lord of the Stars", "Master of Vientiane" - these are the honorific titles given to him in "The Precious Letters of the Star Lord".

"Hold the stars in the sky, the catastrophe of the universe, the rise and fall of the world" - this is the eulogy of the world to him.

He is by no means simply ruling the day and night separately from "Taishang Haotian".

Time and space, stars and perception, fate and karma... are all within his control.

Gu Xu bent down, grabbed the nail on the white-haired boy's left leg, and pulled it out forcefully.

The white-haired boy lowered his head and looked at him with a smile.

In a daze, Gu Xu seemed to see a vast starry sky, and the starlight converged into a torrential river, rolling endlessly.

He realized that these stars symbolized the fate of all living beings.

Maybe as long as he stretches out his hand and fiddles with the water in this bright galaxy, someone's fate will change unconsciously.

He stood where he was, closed his eyes, and quietly digested the vast amount of knowledge pouring into his mind.

During this process, black clouds billowed in the nether world, the wind howled, and the howls of evil spirits came from afar, as if encountering a terrible natural enemy.

Nearby, the ancient Meng Po Pavilion trembled violently like an earthquake, and countless cracks appeared on the black pillars, spreading to the eaves like dense spider webs.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear the white-haired boy whispering in his ear:

"Gu Xu, Gu Xu, you have to understand that sometimes, having the ability to look directly at your fate is actually an unfortunate thing... You will find that many things have their own definite rules, just like things that have already been written. The ending of the story, even if you try your best, you can't change it..."

When Gu Xu opened his eyes again, he had already returned to reality.

He felt the scorching true essence galloping and roaring in his meridians, and felt his own strength increase greatly.

Also clearly aware of the new authority.

As long as he is willing, he can always get heads when tossing copper coins, always draw big and small kings when playing poker, and hit every shot when shooting arrows. He can also make some accidents that have a small probability happen 100% inevitable.

But there was no joy in his heart.

Because the battle before him could not wait for his participation, it was already over.

Xue Nu's body has completely melted away.

Her plain white dress, together with the Jinghong pen, fell from a high altitude and landed a few meters away from Gu Xu.

Many clones of Kongxuan Sanren have also been reduced to ashes.

Only the main body remained—the white-bearded old man in the blue robe, standing in the distance, repairing the injuries on his body.

"I'm late." Gu Xu thought to himself, walking slowly towards the plain white dress.

Some resentment welled up in his chest.

Not only was he complaining about his low level, but he was also complaining about the white-haired boy who kept talking nonsense and procrastinating for time, and was unwilling to give him new authority.

If he could have joined the battle earlier and used that "Mandate of Heaven" authority to make Kongxuan Sanren's spells make more mistakes, maybe he could have saved her?

"Don't be too whimsical," the white-haired boy chuckled in his mind, "You are well-read and familiar with classics, you should already know that burning the soul, once it starts, it's hard to stop.

"Unless you have a higher level of power than her, you can forcibly stop her actions; or when you are promoted to the realm of 'True Monarch', you can use the authority of 'Time' to reverse time."

Yes, I already knew about this matter.

Snow Maiden had no intention of surviving this battle at all.

She just wanted to hold back Kongxuan Sanren and fight for a glimmer of life for me while atoning for my sins.

Gu Xu thought silently.

But maybe it was "authority" that helped him out twice in desperate situations.

He always had some fluke mentality, thinking that maybe this time, "Power" could help him save Xuenv and achieve a happy ending without sacrifice.

Facts have proved that both he and Xuenv are too naive.

"Authority" can only help him, but it cannot always be his life-saving straw.

Just because Xue Nu sacrificed herself, it doesn't mean that Gu Xu will be able to escape from Kongxuan Sanren safe and sound.

After all, even if the clones of Kongxuan Sanren were all dead, leaving only one main body, it would be more than enough to deal with a weak practitioner like Gu Xu who had just entered the fifth realm.

Gu Xu laughed at himself, a burst of sadness welled up in his heart.

The world has long since forgotten him.

The only Xuenv who cared about him also melted away.

If he died here today, no one would remember him, miss him, collect his body, or hold a funeral for him.He will become one of the many nameless corpses who died of ghost disasters, and will be randomly thrown on the mass graves on the outskirts of the city.

The so-called "Daqi Tianjiao" and "Ziwei's heirs" were nothing in the end.

Unknowingly, he walked to the edge of the plain white dress that Xue Nu left behind.

The dress was soaked in water and felt cool to the touch, as if her breath still remained.

He squatted down, ready to fold up the dress and put it into "Xianyunju".

At this moment, a few colorful flower notes flew out from the sleeves, like butterflies flying in the snow, and gently fell to the ground.

Gu Xu remembered that he saw colorful flower paper in Lu's haunted house - many years ago, the young girl Lu Shiyao used to record her daily mood and experiences on those flower paper.

Unexpectedly, after she became a ghost, she still retained this habit.

Gu Xu sighed softly, picked up these papers one by one, and carefully read what was written on them:
"May 24rd, [-]th year of Tianxing. Listen to the wind, listen to the snow, and listen to the son Changsheng's poems. The son's poems are majestic, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers between the lines, but his smile is very gentle, like a bright moon in his arms. .

"He's such an interesting guy."

"On May 24th, the [-]th year of Tianxing. There was a series of son's footprints on the snow at the entrance of the cave. I tried to step on it lightly. Fortunately, he didn't see it."

"The second day of June in the 24th year of Tianxing. Together with my son, I tasted candied haws, fish cakes and red oil noodles in Jingzhou. I couldn't taste them at first. But because of my son, I was almost overwhelmed by the red oil noodles. Tongue numb.

"Fortunately, ghosts don't have tears, so you won't be able to see my embarrassment with tears streaming down my face."

"The fifth day of June in the 24th year of Tianxing. I seem to have forgotten my son's real name. But if I ask him, will he be unhappy and think I'm stupid...

"..."

Gu Xu flipped through the pictures one by one, feeling his nose was sore, but his eyes were dry.

From the moment he broke into the top of Yishan Mountain, "gongzi" has become the most frequent word in Xuenv's flower notes.He knew that Xue Nu had always been lonely, and he was her only companion for many years.But he never thought that he was so important in her world.

Beneath her cold and ruthless face, which was as cold and ruthless as the ice and snow on Mount Yi, was a heart as pure and sentimental as spring water.

"Silly girl," Gu Xu murmured in a low voice, "I really just wanted to use you to deal with the enemy at first, but I didn't expect you to..."

Quietly, he turned to the last flower note.

There is no date written on this piece of paper, only a small poem written in neat and beautiful handwriting:
"The wind blows at dusk, and the leaves fall on the branches. If you are loyal, you will not know the king."

(End of this chapter)