What about his physical body? ?

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The moon was clear and the stars sparse, and a bitterly cold wind brushed the hills.

The smell of blood permeated the fir forest as a young man in a Taoist robe dashed through the forest, tripped over the roots of a twisted tree, and fell hard into the snow.
A younger teenager sat on his back and was also thrown out with him.

The teenager took two steps on his knees and picked the man up in his arms again.

“Shīdì! Don’t die, Shīdì!!!”

The man’s bare skin looked as if it had been burnt by fire, and blood was still dripping from it.

The young man shook the person in his arms so violently that his cries seemed particularly harsh in the silence of the forest.

A moment later, a faint, hoarse reply rang out.

“…… Stop shaking.”

The teenager froze, “Shī….
Shīdì?”

Feng Ci pushed the person away, tilted his head, and slumped to the floor, coughing violently.

He felt all his internal organs were burnt.
His breath was blocked in his chest, and he could not stand up, and his nose smelled of blood.

Next to him was someone shaking him to death.

He almost lost his last breath.

He vomited a mouthful of black blood, gasped for air, and finally felt more relaxed.

It had been three thousand years since he had returned to the world in which he was born.
Three thousand years of change was enough to change everything he had ever known.
He had imagined many things when he came back, but he had never imagined this.

Three thousand years ago, Feng Resignation pacified the four seas, passed on the techniques he had learned from the Heavenly Dao to his disciples, and then announced that he would settle down and ascend.

— Of course, this was only a pretext.

The truth is that the war between Humans and the demons had devastated the world of cultivation, so Feng did not bother with the post-war tasks.
but found a cave where he sealed his body under the pretext of ascension, and then his divine consciousness left his body to enjoy his retirement in the Sumerian world.

According to common sense, now that his divine sense has returned, he should have woken up in the sealed land.

But now ……

Where is his physical body?

.

“Shīdì, so you’re really not dead!” The teenager lunged at Feng Ci again, and this body of Feng Ci’s was really badly injured, so it couldn’t dodge, but could only be knotted and flung into the teenager’s arms.

There was another violent coughing fit.

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“i-I’m sorry!” The teenager hastily let go of him.

“You *cough-cough*,” Feng returned half-heartedly before he could catch his breath, “Who are you?” he asked in a muffled voice.

“I’m Meng Changqing, of course, what’s wrong with you, don’t you remember me?” The young man asked forcefully, “Did your brain get cooked?”

The teenager said and once again tried coming closer, but Feng Ci now had a firm grip on him and hastily backed away.

The youngster made a pained expression.

Feng Ci cleared his throat and tried to say, “I …… can’t remember anything, what’s going on?”

The young man said, “My name is Meng Changqing, you are my Shīdì Lu Jingming, we are disciples of the Tianxuan Sect …….”

The Tianxuan Sect was wiped out many days ago, and more than 300 people from the entire sect were killed and injured overnight.
Only Meng Changqing and Lu Jingming, including more than ten brothers and sisters, narrowly escaped and saved their lives.

These ten orphans of the Tianxuan Sect were wandering around and came across a strange spell formation on their way here today.
All the other brothers perished in the formation and Lu Jingming fainted after deflecting a fatal blow to Meng Changqing.

Meng Changqing took him and fled to this place, but to his surprise Lu Jingming miraculously regained his senses.

“Shīdì, thank goodness you are all right.
I was beginning to think you would leave me alone.” As he said this, Meng Changqing grabbed Feng Ciby the sleeve and had tears in his eyes, “Great, you and I are still alive, as long as we can escape from here, the Tian Xuan Clan is not extinct!”

Feng Ci: “……”

Feng Ci: “I am not your Shīdì.”

Meng Changqing froze.

Feng Shu considered the causes and consequences and said calmly: “My divine soul has left my body, and something must have happened to my physical body for me to accidentally take possession of this dying body of your elder brother.
Don’t worry, when I find my physical body, I will return your Shīdì’s body to you.”

Meng Changqing looked at him in confusion, and after a long time, he raised his hand to touch Feng Ci’s head, “Shīdì, did you just …… hit your head?”

Feng Ci: “…………”

Feng Ci breathed a sigh of relief, but didn’t wait for him to explain further.
Instead suddenly a strange Sinister wind arose.

Behind them, deep in the darkness of the jungle, a ball of ghostly blue flames lit up, one after another.

“Ah…!” Meng Changqing rolled in fear and pointed at the flames, “That’s it, that’s it, it’s catching up again!”

Wind Resignation asked, “Is that the thing that killed your master and brothers?”

“It was our masters and brothers!” Meng Changqing said, “This sinister fire is so powerful that no spell can stop it, it cannot be extinguished and it burns when it touches people.
All of them were burnt this way!”

Meng Changqing tugged him tightly, “Shīdì, let’s run away before it’s too late…”

But it was already too late.

The flames were getting stronger and stronger, and in no time it was already in front of them.
Meng Changqing, gathering up his courage, and he stepped in front, “Shīdì, you run first, I will stop it for a while, you are stronger than me, you can still help me take revenge if you escape!”

“It’s just an evil formation, Like hell, I’m scared of it!” shouted Meng Changqing, reaching for his sword at his hip.

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But there was nothing coming out of it.

He turned and saw that the young man behind him had already taken his sword and was holding it in front of him for a closer look.

“W-Why aren’t you running away, you idiot?” The teenager spat out idly and unsheathed his sword.

Suddenly, a sword flashed in the forest.

Feng Ci gripped the hilt of his sword with his hand and thrust it deep into the ground.

The pure white sword aura formed a barrier beside them, and the incoming flames collided with the sword formation, instantly turning into flying smoke.

The cold light of the sword’s shadows reflected the dark forest as if it were daylight.

“You …… you ……” Meng Changqing opened his mouth, so surprised he could barely speak.

The young man was half kneeling on the ground, the hem of his clothes torn by the fire.
The wounds on his body were even still bleeding, the blood running from his brow bone to his chin and then slowly dripping into the snow, looking a little sinister in the pale sword light.

Noticing his gaze Feng smiled gently at him, “You didn’t stumble into this spell formation by chance, did you?”

Feng Ci was very good at casting spells and formations, and he immediately realized when that sinister fire appeared that this was not the kind of formation that would actively attack people unless ……

Someone tried to dispel the formation by force.

Feng Ci: “Are you still not telling the truth?”

“Okay, Okay.” Meng Changqing was too weak-hearted to

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