Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 258 Guang Zhaoya

Chu Tai continued to move forward. The good deeds he had accumulated were suppressed more and more severely, and the light that was left behind became dimmer and dimmer. In contrast, the corpses that rolled out of the liquid became more and more incomplete and terrifying, and the problems around him became more and more extreme.

When Chu Tai could no longer retain his brilliance, a thin mist suddenly rose from all around him, trying to obscure Chu Tai's perception.

Although he knew that this was a test related to the subsequent inheritance, Chu Tai did not feel that he was capable of shouldering the philosophy of this faction, so he chose to "cheat".

Chu Tai hid his mind under the Donghuang Bell and, with the protection of the mist generated by "Yun Zhongjun", successfully avoided the influence of the mist.

The fog around him naturally dissipated when Chu Tai showed his refusal.

Chu Tai, who just refused to start the core test, did not leave immediately under the protection of the Donghuang Bell, but stayed where he was and saw the thing in the middle of Wenxia Gorge.

An illusory, almost invisible figure.

"You came?"

The moment he saw the other person, Chu Tai lowered his head. Although he was not clear about the other person's cultivation and realm, from the aura he exuded and his state, he could guess that this was a fourth-grade great man who had achieved the realm of heaven and man.

"I've met senior."

"No need to be polite! I have been waiting for you for a long time. As expected, you would choose to enter here in this way."

The figure whose face could not be seen laughed, pointed at the many materials and magic weapons that suddenly appeared beside him, and said, "As the price of escaping the test, you will lose the qualification to inherit these things. However, I also have another thing to give you."

The figure raised his hand and handed Chu Tai a half-real broken arrow.

"My magic power has been exhausted, my spirit has also withered, and my path seems to be cut off. I cannot tell you what is right, the latecomer. I only use my broken soul as the foundation to forge this last arrow, hoping that it can illuminate the way ahead for others at some point in the future."

It seemed like a prophecy, or like a summary of his own fate. After the figure finished speaking, his shape became much more illusory.

Picking up this broken, dark arrow, Chu Tai immediately felt a special Dharma meaning in it.

That is the spirit of resistance, against all injustice.

It is also indomitable and the will to resist all oppression.

It is more of a flame, a raging flame that burns all filth.

Finally, hope is precipitated, which is the light that dispels all things that make wisdom and intellect decay and become dusty.

Chu Tai looked at the words on the broken arrow.

"Mitsuaki?"

He whispered the name of this Broken Arrow, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Then he looked at the figure and said, "Senior, how long have you been waiting for me here? How did you calculate my existence?"

"I don't remember how long it took. As for how I figured you out, I didn't actually figure out your information. I just turned my power into arrows before I died, and then gave them to everyone who came here with justice in their hearts. Its power is not strong, and all it can do is help you gather people with the same beliefs. Now, it's time for you to leave..."

The figure raised his hand to let Chu Tai leave. He was about to ask something, but he naturally lowered his head and stepped back. The fog gathered inward, covering Chu Tai's figure, while the fog on the other side was forcefully pushed away. Two people wearing Nuo masks appeared in front, one of them looked in the direction Chu Tai left, and the other looked at the figure.

"It's been a long time since we last met. I was a little confused when you died. The battle was obviously nothing serious, but you died inexplicably."

"It's fine to just sit and die. Logically speaking, as a fourth-grade celestial being, your existence is already the embodiment of the path. Before your path dies or is replaced by someone else, you have a chance to come back to life."

Haha, the incarnation of the ancestor, walked towards him step by step. Holy lotus flowers appeared under his feet, illuminating the surroundings.

"But there has been no news from you for a long time, and I thought something had happened. Now it seems that you have completely integrated your path into this land, serving as the foundation of this blessed land, and you yourself have become an individual similar to the spirit of the blessed land."

Patriarch Haha stopped and looked at the light around him and the piles of corpses reflected on them. He frowned slightly and said, "It's just an idea. Do you really need to do this? Your teacher didn't even try to save you. It's obvious that he doesn't agree with your choice."

The figure lowered his head and sighed, "The teacher's cultivation is so profound that I cannot fathom it. But he once said that he has done what he can do, and the rest is our own path, which we need to walk on our own. I was the one who made the choice back then, and I should be the one to bear the consequences now. I shouldn't let the teacher clean up the mess for me."

"Well, that sounds like something you would say. Well, I don't want to waste my time talking to you. I only have two purposes for coming here today."

Nuomian looked back at the figure after watching Chu Tai leave and said, "One is what did the person who left earlier take away?"

"Secondly, I would like you to help me improve the Nuo mask in my hand."

The figure laughed. "For one, I can't tell you because I have forgotten that memory."

"Second, you probably can't do it because your enemy is here."

After he finished speaking, the mist dispersed and a yellow figure appeared behind the two incarnations of Old Ancestor Haha. As this person walked along, countless vines condensed with light grew under his feet. Layers of faint light overlapped, showing a brilliance that was no less than that of Old Ancestor Haha.

The pattern on one of the Nuo masks changed slightly: "Yinshan Earth Lord? No, you are not the incarnation of Earth Lord, but a fragment of Tao Fruit..."

“Haha, I didn’t expect that Lord Dizun, who thinks he is the orthodox ghost immortal, would also start to accept Dao Fruit fragments!”

Haha Patriarch's ridicule made the figure in the yellow robe a little embarrassed. He said a little embarrassedly: "I don't actually mean to separate, but the master seems to be worried that my existence will pollute his path, so he specially separated me from the others..."

"How many of you? It seems that Yinshan has been having more fun in recent years than I thought."

Ancestor Haha frowned, and then felt something was wrong. Another figure walked out of the mist. There was a brilliance under her feet that was no less than that of Yinshan Dizun and Ancestor Haha. The moment she saw the Nuo mask, she immediately smiled.

"Padmasambhava, we haven't seen each other for a long time..."

As the words fell, the woman clenched the sword in her hand, a sword light appeared, and she slashed at one of the Nuo masks.

At the same time, the yellow-robed figure, who had seemed a little embarrassed before, took a step forward and slapped the other Nuo mask hard.

As the two attacks came down, the illusory figure snapped his fingers, and two mirrors flew out from the many magic weapons left on the side, reflecting the two figures, fixing their auras, and causing the two Nuo masks to pause for a moment.

(End of this chapter)