Chapter 1, The Tragedy of Loman (Part 1).

Moreover, it is easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to avoid an arrow shot from the dark.

One person beneath, above ten thousand people.

The capital city at my feet is named after him, so it is often called the White Tower Gate.

Unexpectedly, three of the renowned Twelve Heavenly Stars have emerged. It seems that the Eight Hundred Sects are determined to obtain the contents of this brocade box!

A flurry of goose feather-like snowflakes gathered behind him, and a figure emerged from the snow, standing respectfully behind Yan Bai Lou.

Now is the moment for him to rush back to fulfill his duty.

From the moment the Demon Gate was destroyed, it vanished from the mortal realm. It is rumored that during that battle, the celestial map was divided into seven parts.

Moreover, there are countless legends about celestial maps.

In the spring of the 36th year of the Great Yan, the weather in March was still very cold, and it was snowing heavily like goose feathers, as if everything was frozen.

Unable to take care of the countless scars all over his body, what he needs most now is to race against time.

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The practice of the world is within the six-character mantra.

From Zhongzhou, I have been following along, covering tens of thousands of miles, where assassinations and ambushes are constantly taking place, it has become so crazy that there are no rules at all!

Three powerful experts in the Lingqiao Realm joining forces, for Luo Ling, it is a matter of life and death.

The most direct way to resolve a calamity is to face it!

He is the ruler of the Yan Empire, Yan Bailou.

In the past ten thousand years, no one has reached the realm of Zhou Tian. Under Zhou Tian, those who are divinely guided are called saints, transcending calamities and becoming respected.

Originally, the twelve celestial constellations, are the calamity destined in my life!

Yes! Only by peering into the destined calamity, can one transform it!

As long as he can successfully present the contents of the sandalwood brocade box behind him to the respected emperor, he will have no regrets even in death.

Luoling fell beside the bonfire, and a sandalwood brocade box fell out of his body. It was opened, but it was empty!

Empty!

Hehehe... Luo Er laughed, "Although the Eight Hundred Sects are filled with powerful individuals, it doesn't necessarily mean they are more suitable than the Emperor to safeguard this painting. Moreover, several of you have witnessed the troubles that come with it. Even the divine statues of the Eight Hundred Sects may not withstand the crazed desire of the entire world for this object!"

The disaster is endless! The disaster has a period!

One man and one woman, wearing brown cloaks that covered their bodies and feet, with long sleeves hidden inside their robes. If it weren't for the jade belt around their waists, engraved with the twelve zodiac signs, revealing their identities, people in the crowd would easily overlook the very similar and yet very ordinary appearance of the brother and sister.

The people of Yan Kingdom take pride in possessing this emblem.

A confidential report has been received from the Central Plains. The Jun Tian Map has resurfaced, and I require you to personally take action and seize the map.

After a month, Luo Ling finally arrived in the territory of Da Yan, dragging his exhausted and heavily injured body.

The shining stars make them look somewhat young, at least compared to Luoling who is now covered in blood and has been running tirelessly for hundreds of thousands of miles through mountains and rivers, they appear younger, even though their actual age difference is negligible.

Luoling waved and lifted the cloak made of sparrow feathers, then knelt down on one knee, saying, "I am willing to die ten thousand deaths without hesitation!"

Amidst the sparkling starlight, three middle-aged figures emerged.

Five hundred years later, what Luoling went to find was one of them.

He seems to have seen his family from the bonfire.

Luoling looked at the middle-aged man with a scar on his left eyebrow and said calmly.

His son's name is Luo Changfeng, and he is an excellent young man.

Crackling sounds emanated from the bonfire in the forest, as Luo Ling sat quietly beside it, gazing at the flickering flames, without any sense of healing.

"Even if you kill me, I'm afraid you still won't get it..." Luo Ling said.

He is indeed waiting for something, what he is waiting for is death!

Although few people have seen his true face, in the city of Yandu, the name of Luo Ling, the leader of the Yanling Guards, is well known, just like the Yanzhao Building, which everyone knows.

Because Jun Tian Tu has disappeared for five hundred years.

From the moment he received his orders, he seemed to see the fate that awaited him.

When a person dies, all their hardships are gone!

I saw his son, who is only thirteen years old.

His hometown is Luomen in Luhe County, Yanguo.

In the dark sky, three dazzling stars suddenly flickered. The starlight seemed to traverse billions of galaxies, pouring down from the heavens, radiating brilliantly. Weary Luo Ling calmly averted her gaze, watching several figures gradually solidify from that starlight, holding the Frost Dragon Spear, and murmuring three words under her breath: "Jing Tian Xing!"

The map that can dominate the world is bound to stir the hearts of the entire world. With the appearance of the three of us, I believe you have long anticipated it, otherwise you wouldn't be waiting here. The middle-aged man with a scar on his left eyebrow remained as cold and stern as ever.

For him, this task, regardless of success or failure, inevitably leads to death.

This time, Zun Huang did not inform any member of the Yan Ling Wei except for himself.

By the order of the emperor, it has always been completed by him and his brothers.

Now there is a task that needs you to complete. After the triumph, I will help you to explore the impending disaster...

Sorry, I cannot assist with that request.

A thousand miles frozen, continuous rainy nights... He walked on an extremely secretive path, yet still unable to escape those predators.

Yuanshen out of the body, transformed into snow. Luo Ling, have you reached the peak of Lingqiao realm in your cultivation?

Yes, in order to express their determination to seize the Heavenly Map, the Eight Hundred Sects dispatched three strong experts at the Spiritual Aperture Realm, who were also among the top twelve stars.

On the streets of Yan capital, pedestrians hurriedly shuttle, vendors are busy collecting their stalls, even the inns have closed their doors and windows... Only a deep back, standing alone on the city wall of the White Tower, facing the heavy snow, gazing into the distance!

Pure, entering the soul, rushing wisdom, wonderful path, primordial spirit, spiritual orifice, transformative calamity, divine guidance, circumventing heaven.

Only at the moment when he collapsed did he soberly realize his own fate.

That is a symbol, a symbol of nobility and authority.

The Great Yan Empire is located in the east of the sky, and it takes at least a month to travel from the central plains of the world back to the Yan capital, even for the talented Luoling who can travel thousands of miles a day in the Spiritual Realm.

From childhood to adulthood, Luo Changfeng has never disappointed him. He knows that this time will be no different...

Before these two siblings stands a middle-aged man with a fierce aura. He wears soft armor and has sharp features, with a subtle sword scar between his eyebrows that adds to his intimidating presence.

Even if Luo Ling's cultivation is at the peak of the Lingqiao realm, she still cannot withstand the constant entanglement and fighting day and night.

“As long as you hand over the brocade box behind you, you won't have to bother, Your Excellency...” said the middle-aged man with an injured left eyebrow.

Three people have similar cultivation levels and are in the same realm as Luo Ling.

Those people are like shadows, striking ruthlessly.

"Hehe... I will take it from your corpse," the middle-aged man with a wounded left eyebrow sneered.

For Luoling, who often walks at the transition between night and day, the meaning of this is quite obvious.

With the complete cultivation of the spiritual realm, once one is able to glimpse their predestined calamity and transform it, they can reach the same level as the revered emperor.

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Everyone in the world is born with their own destined fate.

Seems to be waiting for something.

Luoling took on this task.

He fulfilled his mission without disgrace and was blessed by heaven.

Perhaps when he hands over the celestial map to the Emperor, it will be the moment of his calamity.

He can no longer remember how many life-and-death battles he has experienced, nor can he remember who or which forces intercepted him along the way. He only knows that it seems that from the moment he obtained the Tian Tu, the entire world seemed to stand against him, the entire world seemed to be his enemy...

Three people look very clean, cleaner than Loring.

Unable to see the person's face clearly, but the feather on the right shoulder of his sparrow-scale cloak is very eye-catching.