Asked About The World Of Mortals

Chapter 1: Prologue - Origin

In the southern small country of Nanli, there is a mountain on the western border called Xianji Mountain. The mountain is surrounded by red mist all year round, with a faint hint of immortality. The chaotic rocks on the mountaintop seem to have flown from beyond the sky, appearing even more peculiar amidst the red mist.

According to the legends of the elderly, there are immortals in the mountain, although no one has ever found a single strand of immortal hair. The red mist in the mountain has become a topic of discussion for people after tea, and apart from occasional persistent seekers of immortality, it is no different from an ordinary small mountain.

Midnight.

A young man slowly climbed to the top of the mountain and stood outside the pile of rocks, lost in thought.

He was not a seeker of immortality, just a villager at the foot of the mountain.

Strangely, ever since he turned sixteen and became an adult this year, he often had a strange impulse, as if something in the mountain was waiting for him. Unable to restrain himself, he would come to the mountaintop and stare blankly, but he never gained anything.

The rocks on the mountaintop were rough, with some ancient textures on them, but they were disorderly and lacked a systematic structure. The young man reached out and touched them, feeling an inexplicably familiar sensation. He had never felt this way even though he had looked at them every day since he was young...

"I wonder if it has something to do with my parents... When I asked Uncle Xu and the others, they said I was talking in my sleep." The young man looked up at the stars and moon in the sky. The moon had reached its zenith, and through the red mist and clouds, it had an unusually reddish hue.

At this moment, voices suddenly came from the pile of rocks, "What bad luck! We came all the way to this broken mountain, and that little Peach Blossom from the Yihong Courtyard was taken by some bastard."

Someone responded, "Shut up, the National Teacher said..."

As the voices sounded, two people walked out from the pile of rocks. When they saw the young man, they were both startled, and the unfinished words of one of them were swallowed back. Then they turned into sinister smiles, and both of them stabbed their long swords towards the young man.

The young man from the countryside was simple-minded and had little knowledge. He had seen some seekers of immortality before, and they were always polite to the local residents. He never thought that these people would want to kill him without a word. It wasn't until he was stabbed through by the two long swords that he realized why.

The two men laughed and left. The young man lay in the center of the rocks, blood gushing from his chest. He stared at the direction they left, on the verge of death, wanting to ask why?

The two men underestimated the young man's vitality. They thought he would die for sure, but in fact, the young man had been practicing martial arts since childhood. If he hadn't been too defenseless, it wouldn't have been so easy for them to kill him. The young man didn't die immediately and slowly discovered that the familiar rocks he had been accustomed to since childhood began to change after being sprinkled with his own blood.

Under the moonlight, the stones slowly shimmered with a mysterious blue luster, mixed with the bright red bloodstains, appearing eerie and abnormal. Then, as if the light was contagious, the surrounding rocks also began to flicker with blue light one after another. In a matter of moments, almost all the rocks on the mountaintop had turned blue, and the dying young man lying on the ground suddenly disappeared.

There was a distortion in front of his eyes, followed by a vast expanse of blood red, like a world dyed in blood, with no end in sight, no boundaries visible. Looking around, all he could see were scattered white bones on the ground, emitting a chilling stench.

In addition to the white bones on the ground, there were also fragments of stone tablets, various broken weapons, and scattered sword hilts and blades. Countless faces seemed to be twisting, roaring, and wailing in the red mist around him.

"Is this... hell?" The young man's consciousness was about to dissipate. "I hate... so much..."

The young man himself did not realize that in this special region, there seemed to be a special aura that was gradually repairing his body. The body that should have died from blood loss was slowly recovering. Unfortunately, his soul was already too weak, his consciousness scattered, and he couldn't survive.

In the deep recesses of his soul, amidst the howling and wailing, a vague voice suddenly sounded: "This bloodline... no wonder you were able to come here..."

"Bloodline?"

"You're dying?" The voice seemed very happy, "Such a weak soul, just perfect!"

Before the young man could react, a chilling feeling surged from somewhere, passing through his soul and reaching deep into his sea of consciousness. The young man could only feel as if there was a terrifying grimace deep in his soul, laughing and pouncing towards him. Boundless darkness enveloped and devoured him.

"Taking over the body..." This was the young man's final awareness.

Unfortunate to the extreme, first killed by someone, then taken over... Well, since he was going to die anyway, the young man's soul let out a final roar of anger: "If you're going to possess my body, go ask the National Teacher why!"

Just at this moment, an unknown soul suddenly intruded into this twisted time and space.

As if sensing the pull of the just-lost soul's shell, that soul aimlessly entered the young man's shell.

The grimace in the possession seemed somewhat surprised, but immediately sensed that the newly arrived soul was not powerful either. Without hesitation, it swallowed the new soul as well, attempting to digest it.

"Boom!" In an unexpected and completely incompatible manner, an enormous amount of information surged in, overwhelming the grimace and leaving it at a loss. With a muffled groan, the new soul was completely expelled by it.

Seemingly dealt a fatal blow this time, the grimace instantly weakened significantly, unable to even maintain its form. Like a tide, it was pushed back and left the body.

Only the new soul remained in the young man's shell.

The young man opened his eyes, feeling lost.

"So there really is hell after death, and it's like this?"

Silence.

After a moment, a voice floated softly, "What on earth are all those computer, phone, and video novels that occupy your soul?"

The young man said, "Huh? You've been in hell for so many years and still don't know about these things?"

"... " The voice paused for a while before helplessly asking, "Who are you?"

"My name is Qin Yi."

The voice sounded somewhat mocking, "Coincidentally, from the soul I just devoured, it seems that the person you possessed is also named Qin Yi."

Upon hearing this, the young man immediately became alert, "No, this isn't hell... Who are you?"

"You can call me Liu Su," the voice slowly said, "This is not hell, but it can be considered hell. Do you... want to get out?"

"How do I get out?"

"Pick me up, and you will be able to get out."

"Pick you up?"

"You have a wolf tooth club inserted diagonally into the ground by your side, that's me."

Qin Yi: "......"

Just as Qin Yi pulled out the wolf tooth club, the space distorted, and the entire area suddenly disappeared. When he opened his eyes again, he was on top of a mountain, with a faint moonlight and swirling red clouds.

At the same time, at the foot of the mountain in a small village.

An old farmer sat up from his kang bed.

A woodcutter opened the door and looked at the moon.

The yellow dog at the village entrance turned its head and looked towards the mountaintop.

"The door is open?"

"It's not open."

"That's because I'm guarding the door, and you're only guarding the grave."

"Actually, I don't want to guard the grave."

"Then why don't you leave?"

"It left, so this place is no longer a grave."

"I've never thought that you could speak so reasonably."

............

In the Southern Li Palace.

"May the king be in good health."

"Qinglin, Qingjun, you've come at the right time. Last night, I took the Gold Core from the national teacher and felt a few years younger. Do you think my white hair has decreased?"

The young prince remained silent for a while and whispered, "Father, in this world..."

Seeing the king's face darken, the prince didn't continue and changed the topic directly, "Last night, the general reported that the Western Wilderness country has deployed troops to the Stone City, and there seems to be some unusual activity."

The king impatiently waved his hand, "You go handle it."

"Yes." The prince silently withdrew.

Leaving the palace, he turned his head and looked back for a while. The prince shifted his gaze and looked towards the magnificent Taoist temple in the west of the city, where there were crowds of worshippers, devoutly kowtowing, and the sound of ethereal music echoed in the air, with smoke and fireworks lingering around the temple, resembling a fairy palace.

The prince's eyes gradually turned cold.

"Does my brother also dislike Donghua Zi?" A crisp voice sounded in his ear.

"Also?" The prince looked at his sister, "Didn't you admire immortals a lot?"

"I do admire immortals, but aren't immortals supposed to feast on the wind and drink the dew, entering and leaving the ethereal realm? How could they come to this mundane world and become a mundane national teacher?"

The prince chuckled helplessly, "Right."

"Hey, actually, there are legends of immortals in many places. Let's go find a True Immortal. If we really find one, I'll follow him in cultivation..."

The prince looked at the Taoist temple and fell into deep thought, then smiled and responded, "Sure, when I have free time, I'll accompany you to find one."

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