The breaking and destruction of a lotus seed world is like a bubble.
But it is not truly just a bubble.
The various saints with world-covering divine powers suppressed the calamity water and gave birth to lotus fruits. These thousands and tens of thousands of lotus seeds in this evil lotus world were once each a vibrant and real world.
A real world suddenly breaking and destroying in front of the eyes inevitably makes people feel a bit of surprise. The heavenly pride present are all still young, unable to view it with indifference.
Everyone looked towards Dou Zhao.
“What are you looking at?” Dou Zhao said, annoyed, “It has nothing to do with me! I didn’t even step on it, and it just broke and destroyed!”
What happened inside?
Did the beings of this world invite their own doom? Or was someone exploring in this lotus seed world, triggering unfathomable changes?
It can no longer be known.
Zhu Weiwo sighed and said, “If there is a transcendent existence, at this moment pressing flat the calamity water with one palm, we would also be like the beings in this lotus seed world, knowing nothing, and already gone… The great thousand worlds, where is not a bubble shadow?”
Jiang Wang said, “So we seek truth.”
Ji Li hugged the Snow Explorer Flower in her arms, and only said, “Let’s go.”
The clue that Ning Shuangrong obtained was left by a Jian Ge cultivator from more than three thousand nine hundred years ago. That person was the direct disciple of the pavilion master at the time, the sect’s great disciple Guan Changqing, an unparalleled genius. A top-level Dongzhen, the sword overlord of the world, he entered the calamity water to explore and then vanished without a trace.
The calamity water is after all vast, not yet explored to its edges even today. Even Jian Ge cannot exhaustively search this place.
His remains then drifted in the calamity water for so many years, until today, only discovered by Ning Shuangrong.
More than three thousand nine hundred years ago was exactly the era when Jing Taizu Ji Yushu and Yang Taizu Ji Yanqiu contended. The national system was sweeping the present world; countless sects either submitted to the national system or directly perished.
As a great sect of the world with ancient inheritance, Jian Ge also inevitably worried about the future.
Guan Changqing bore the hopes of the sect, wholeheartedly grasping the sword to become the overlord. Unfortunately, he was trapped in the calamity water. This is Jian Ge’s regret for many years, to the extent of leaving the sect rule of “true transmission non-two seals not allowed to enter calamity water.” All Jian Ge true transmission disciples must pass the examination of at least two sword masters before coming to the calamity water to explore. This is “true transmission two seals.”
And for Ning Shuangrong, the name Guan Changqing has an even more important meaning—he had a disciple named Si Yu’an.
Jian Ge has its own inheritance; sword dao is eternal. Obtaining Guan Changqing’s remains, Ning Shuangrong’s trip can be said to be already complete. As for the Yin Yang family’s inheritance, she is very willing to share it with the person who helped her find Guan Changqing.
The various saints suppressed the calamity water, later all giving up this place.
Also, no one knows how the Yin Yang family’s saint instead still left the inheritance in the calamity water.
Perhaps that Yin Yang True Saint had already foreseen the decline of the Yin Yang school, and so laid out in the calamity water to plan for revival?
The Yin Yang family of course is not really accustomed to yin yang strangeness. This family most excels in feng shui divination, seeking fortune and avoiding disaster. Later, the school nearly perished, but its influence had long penetrated the cultivation world. These days, no matter whether skilled or not, who cannot look at a bit of feng shui?
Ning Shuangrong lightly lifted her eyes. The Autumn Water Sword leaped out of the sheath, bringing out a pool of water color, hanging horizontally in the air.
Underfoot were boundless turbid waves, making this touch of water light even clearer.
And she drew out the sword intent legacy of Guan Changqing, using the same source Jian Ge sword qi as its support. In an instant, the qi intent mixed and confused, exploding with ten thousand sounds!
Of course, all the sword sounds would not spread out. Under Jiang Wang’s control, they were limited to this area.
But see the sword qi slightly swirling in the air, suddenly evolving into a compass.
Sword qi condensed into clear dao characters. On the compass, all stood up, having the names of various heavenly stars, having heavenly stems and earthly branches, having the five elements of metal wood water fire earth…
In the dark, a kind of obscure change was occurring.
Zhuo Qingru and other Shenlin only saw the complex changes of this compass, scattered around Ning Shuangrong, while fighting the evil views and observing the environment.
Jiang Wang yet lifted his gaze, exactly meeting Dou Zhao’s looking over eyes.
As contemporary true persons, they detected the movement of rules!
The sword intent legacy of Guan Changqing guided the occurrence of such rules, but Ning Shuangrong’s strength obviously could not support the continuation of such changes. Jiang Wang remotely pointed, surging sword qi like the heavenly river pouring down, pouring onto Ning Shuangrong’s Autumn Water Sword.
Thus, the sword qi compass continued to rotate.
Ka ka.
Ka ka.
Gear-turning-like sounds, as if they occurred, and as if they did not exist.
Everything in the ears, at this time, became very quiet.
Ji Li suddenly spoke: “I lost the perception of direction.”
“My ‘standard,’ at this moment, is very fuzzy,” Zhuo Qingru said.
As the Legalist true transmission, her ‘standard’ not only exists in the meaning of standards and principles but is also the core of the actual technique. It is the instrument of law principle that ensures she will not lose direction!
Always hanging in the heart, but fuzzy at this time.
Zhu Weiwo reversed his long spear, closed his eyes, only with spear intent surrounding the body. Yet he directly entered the combat state.
This team’s cultivation is high and low, but absolutely no baggage. Each person is very clear about what they have to do.
Dou Zhao and Jiang Wang do not speak, but one holds the knife and one holds the sword horizontally, just standing there, like fixed sea god needles, they can calm the winds and waves for thousands of miles.
Hua la la.
As if there was a water flow sound.
Heaven and earth, all things seemed to have mixed, turned into a chaotic piece, beginning to flow.
In front of their eyes, they could no longer see the calamity water.
The crowd suddenly became aware of themselves, trapped in some unknown river.
At this moment, where were they?
They swept their sight forward; what was seen was chaos.
At this moment, where were they?
Such a doubt was born in their hearts, instantly their minds also became confused.
This was an extremely terrifying river. A single glance would lead to loss, a single thought of divine intent would lead to confusion.
Even if they were contemporary heavenly pride, great sect true transmission, for a time it was also difficult to awaken.
But in the next moment, countless broken lines of sight were fished up from the chaos. Countless strands of shattered and then dissipated sounds returned from the hazy.
Light and shadow, sound and hearing, at the crowd’s feet, woven into five colors and ten hues of illusion, and yet in some instant, the illusion all received, turned into a pure white boat!
This is Jiang Wang’s first earth-rank technique created after Dongzhen, its name—
Non Dongzhen without can achieve this technique, is immortals enjoy true freedom.
When Jiang Wang created this technique, in his heart he thought of the grand figure of Master Xingnian rowing a lone boat across the heavenly river.
It originally was a fierce technique for forcefully crossing the heavenly river and crushing perceptions.
The first time it was revealed in front of people, it was at this moment.
In killing above, it had not yet had time to perform, already arrogantly sailed into the lost river.
Zhu Weiwo, Zhuo Qingru, Ji Li, including Ji Li’s one white fox cat, at this moment all restored vision and hearing. Their lost perceptions were all seized back! They could visually see, and even rethink the essence of this lost river.
“I know…” Ji Li said, “The Yin Yang True Saint’s inheritance is not left in some specific position, but left in the calamity water, in the concept of ‘position’!”
Similar to the inheritance of Yin Yang True Saint of this level, if it were merely simply left in some lotus seed world, it would probably have been long ago seized or destroyed by the omnipresent evil views.
And the entire near ancient era is one hundred and three thousand years. The various saints era is the first act of the near ancient…
The Yin Yang True Saint’s inheritance hidden in the calamity water, up to now, has already been there for too many, too many years.
Its way of survival, way of inheritance, must necessarily also be beyond imagination, possessing power to cross time.
Hidden in the concept of “position,” using the lost river as a moat, is indeed the means of a true saint.
Ning Shuangrong at this time retracted her sword. As the activator of the sword qi compass, the trigger of the lost river, she who inherited the Jian Ge Guan Changqing’s legacy sword intent, is among the several Shenlin cultivators on site, the only one who retained perceptions and did not lose.
But activating the secrets that her current level could not reach made her consume greatly. The consumption of sword qi was replaced by Jiang Wang, but the consumption of heart force no one could bear.
So her expression was somewhat tired.
At this moment, standing on the boat of perceptions, overlooking the lost river, looking at the still unclear mixed river, she somewhat melancholically said, “Jiang Zhenren, where are we sailing to now?”
Fresh green skirt standing on a white boat, river wind blowing hair in the middle stream.
Guan Changqing already found the Yin Yang True Saint’s inheritance, even with Jian Ge’s unique secret method, left messages that only Jian Ge true transmission can get… Then for what reason did he not go to accept the inheritance, but sat trapped and died in that lotus seed world?
The calamity water is full of dangers, known as the most vicious in the present world, especially now still trapped in the lost river.
But standing on this boat beside this person, she felt very safe.
Jiang Wang only said, “See where this river wants to throw me.”
Zhu Weiwo, Zhuo Qingru, Ji Li, and them were all observing the lost river. This kind of river that mixes everything, covers sight and hearing, even swallows thoughts, even for them, is the first time seeing. Under the protection of the boat of perceptions, they could slightly observe.
Observation of such a river can also be considered as supplementation to Dongzhen provisions. They of course would not miss it.
Only Dou Zhao observed for a long time the boat of perceptions underfoot. In his heart, he designed thirteen kinds of targeting methods—temporarily cannot say cracking, because he had not yet truly felt its power, understood not enough. But already could have a rough response framework; truly faced, he absolutely would not be caught off guard—only then did he look at Jiang Wang with a light and calm demeanor: “This door technique is not bad.”
Jiang Wang’s eyes were all red gold, secretly using the Samadhi fire line, he swam hidden in the lost river, searching for the perceptions lost here for thousands of years. Casually he said, “Compared to Dou clan’s Other Shore Golden Bridge, that still falls far short… Dou brother, do you have any supplement? What do you think if I build a bridge on the boat?”
Even if it were Dou Zhao, he was willing to admit the fierceness of the boat of perceptions. But Jiang Wang taking the Other Shore Golden Bridge for comparison, belonged to touching porcelain across the stellar river.
He examined the mixed things rolling on both sides of the boat: “I think you should seriously steer the boat; don’t think more.”
The pure white boat split wind and cut waves, traveling in the lost river. The young people living in the year 3923 of the Dao Calendar, pursued the echoes of the near ancient era.
At a certain moment, Chang Xiangsi and Tian Xiao both were ready to go, that surging overturning chaotic things, in an instant, were empty.
The boat of perceptions leaped out of the lost river, flying in the air—
Scattered into thousands of strands of perception lines, like unfolding flowers, all retracted into Jiang Wang’s red gold eyes.
The crowd appeared in a long corridor. On both sides were high walls reaching straight to the sky. Front and back, left and right, branching out eight paths. The front road winding, unknown where it led. The coming road was empty, that whistling past lost river, already whistled over.
Zhuo Qingru raised her hand to virtually grasp, as if grasping a segment of rope, that was her ‘law standard,’ slightly distinguished after, then said, “We are in a certain segment of the lost river, in the pages of the book of time and space. Looks like here indeed is the inheritance place of Yin Yang True Saint.”
Ning Shuangrong said, “In my Jian Ge predecessor’s legacy sword intent, only the method to draw out the lost river and approach the inheritance place, no more information. He should have only obtained the information of the Yin Yang True Saint’s inheritance, but himself had not yet had time to explore.”
Ji Li lightly stroked the back neck fur of the snow fox cat, tilted her ear to listen to it meow two sounds, then said, “This maze, Snow Explorer Flower also cannot find the way out.”
She stepped forward, bent her fingers to lightly knock the high wall. The sound was as if swallowed by the wall, muffled and without echo.
She again lifted her brush, virtually drew, painted a black slender hound. It silently leaped out, like a shadow, stuck to the wall and ran, in an instant disappearing at the corner.
“Disappeared,” she said.
It wasn’t that the hound disappeared in vision, but that this technique had already been erased.
Zhu Weiwo did not speak. A wisp of golden flame, in the spear tip, infinitely condensed, and became increasingly bright and dazzling. At the brightest moment, it turned into dazzling light, shot out rapidly, quickly turning at the corridor corner… Yet suddenly broke there.
Like a substantial line, cut off there.
This maze did not allow probing.
The end of gaze was also the end of all light.
Dou Zhao also did not do additional verification, only said, “I’ll go front, you after.”
Then he held the knife and stepped, first walking into this Yin Yang maze.
Zhuo Qingru, Ning Shuangrong, Ji Li, and Zhu Weiwo walked in the middle, divided on both sides.
Jiang Wang fell last, overseeing the overall situation, ready to respond at any time.
The high walls of the Yin Yang maze infinitely connected with the sky. Between the wall bricks, there were no gaps, only the divisions of rules.
Jiang Wang’s gaze patrolled among them, feeling the rules power of the ancient era.
The various saints era once flourished to the extreme; “saints” were already the level closest to transcendence.
Why later were there no more?
Why all saints like smoke?
What was the fundamental reason for the failure of the various saints?
The most recent person who might become a saint was undoubtedly Taixu Ancestor Xuyuan. He founded Xuanxue, borrowed the Taixu Illusion to greatly promote the doctrine.
To become a saint was definitely simpler than transcendence, and yet had power to break the present world limit, far stronger than a normal true monarch.
If Xuyuan walked this path, it is not seen as not a way to break the situation at that Taixu Alliance meeting.
But why did he not choose so, still firmly walking the two transcendence paths?
Is it because the present world profound studies cannot be unified, the path to great achievement saint already determined impassable, Xuyuan’s ambition in transcendence not lightly moved?
Jiang Wang asked himself, he was not that kind of born wise and intelligent person, so as if hungry and thirsty, he often gazed at the paths of predecessors, contemplating the thoughts of predecessors, learning the wisdom of predecessors.
All the way forward, not missing any details.
At the forefront opening the path, Dou Zhao was completely another style. He inverted held Tian Xiao, big steps forward. On the high wall, the scenes were different, some blank, some patterns complex.
Among them, he recognized many patterns, knowing they were some “general images.” Representing the academic debates of the near ancient period between the Yin Yang family and other schools, of course, they were all the famous articles where the Yin Yang family occupied the upper hand.
These “general images” possessed profound dao rhymes of meaning. If one could deeply study their meaning, one should be able to gain something.
But he only picked the ones he cared most about to glance over, regarding other content not looking at all.
The great dao one path, the main trunk one branch, he did not need those complicated things.
In his palm, Tian Xiao was already the world.
Under his skin, there was faintly golden light jumping, the famed “ten thousand tribulations indestructible” Dou Zhan golden body ready at any time. Inherited for so many years, some dangers should occur in the Yin Yang maze.
Walking in such a place, he did not expect the inheritance, but very expected danger. He expected the killing methods disappeared in the near ancient era, expected to witness the edge of the Yin Yang True Saint!