A life of clearness

Chapter 663 Anchor Point
A slender white hand stretched out slightly and caught a few drops of dark gray rain falling from the gloomy sky.

The rain wet her palms.

Rong Qing took back her hand and watched the edge of her palm slowly melt, with the ink dripping down. Until her entire left hand turned into ink and formed a small blob of ink that was about to dry up on the floor.

"I'm sorry... I should have listened to you." She apologized to the gray-robed man in the depths of the cabin. "Is there any way to restore my hand?"

The woman in gray robe raised her hand and waved, as if she was calling a puppy that had fallen into the water.

Rong Qing walked closer and sat down opposite the woman in gray robe, carefully observing the woman picking up the pen to paint on the yellowed paper.

She was drawing a hand. It didn't matter if it was a woman's hand or a man's hand, because the strokes were so crude that they were just the outline of a hand.

"Is that so?" Rong Qing thought for a moment and moved her broken wrist close to the edge of the paper.

After a few breaths, Rong Qing raised her eyebrows. Surprised, but more interested.

She tried to move her fingers a few times, and saw them gently lift from the paper one by one, like a sail rising continuously. Then... her large palm rose flat on the ground, leaving only the empty paper.

"Thank you, senior." Rong Qing smiled gratefully.

Although this is not a suitable left hand, no matter the size or shape, but now people are under the eaves of the boat, they have to bow their heads.

"Senior, may I ask where we are going?"

"Go to Beitian." The gray-robed woman said softly.

Beitian? A strange look flashed in Rong Qing's eyes. So, this boundless sea is outside Beitian?
However, she couldn't believe everything. She hadn't been to many realms in Beitian, so she naturally believed what the gray-robed woman said.

"Then where is this place?" Rong Qing asked slowly, as if she was having a normal chat.

"Here?" The gray-robed woman seemed to laugh briefly. "This is the Sea of ​​Bitterness, beyond the North Sky."

Rong Qing was very sure that she had never heard of such a place in the heavens. Of course, her knowledge was shallow, and it might just be that she didn't know. And this place was isolated from the mind, and she couldn't find external help like the best in the world. Ah, damn it.

"How long have you been in this sea of ​​suffering, Senior? Beitian should be arriving soon."

"Are you anxious?" The gray-robed woman tilted her head and looked at Rong Qing, "...Don't worry, I'll only be more anxious than you."

Rong Qing couldn't help but frown and smile bitterly.

"I see that you are calm and confident that you can cross the sea of ​​suffering. But I, the senior, have also seen that without the shelter of this boat, I am afraid that I will disappear in an instant. I can't help but feel anxious."

In the boundless sea of ​​suffering, this small boat is just a mustard seed. The vast rain and mist covered the sky and the sea, bringing endless gloom. What made Rong Qing even more terrified was that she had lost her strength.

...I'm afraid I'm not even as good as a minor Qi training practitioner.

Her consciousness was too weak to be projected, her five senses were no longer sharp, and her vision was so blurred that she couldn't see clearly even a hundred meters away. And the body in which her consciousness resided melted as soon as it was touched by water. Could it still be considered her body?
Even though this small boat was shielded from most of the wind and rain, the sea of ​​suffering was not calm. Every rise and fall of the waves was a huge turbulence. Rong Qing tried her best to keep her kneeling posture upright, but she was still swayed from side to side and had to hold on to the table fixed in the cabin. She was now as light as a piece of paper. Fortunately, she had not forgotten the original feeling of power, and she managed to stabilize her body.

This is also Rong Qing's trump card. As long as the memory of her understanding of the origin of Tao is still there, she will still have the strength to fight.

The woman was covered in a wide grey robe, as steady as a rock. Any shaking seemed to be insignificant.

The boat capsized at almost a right angle due to the waves, and just when it was about to fall into the sea, it was hit back by another wave and overturned in the opposite direction.

"Is there any formation on this boat that can help stabilize the balance?" Rong Qing held the edge of the table with both hands.

The situation at sea is complex and changeable, with hurricanes, sea eyes, tsunamis... Rong Qing's physical fitness is now similar to that of an ordinary person. She has no doubt that the gray-robed woman opposite will not die even if she falls into the sea, but she can't.

"There is no formation." The gray-robed woman looked up at Rong Qing, "You don't need a formation to cross the sea of ​​suffering. This boat is just made of ordinary wood."

When she looked directly at him, Rong Qing discovered that there was a hint of blue at the edges of the other person's eyes.

"It's been turbulent since you came. If you can't calm down, why don't you jump down and give us some peace and quiet."

Is it only since I came that there has been such turmoil? Rong Qing realized the meaning of the other party's words, and immediately closed her eyes and silently recited the Taoist scriptures, trying her best to get rid of the distracting thoughts in her mind.

The violent waves that were holding up the boat finally calmed down a little. Even though it was still bumpy, it was much better than before. "Thank you for your advice, senior." Rong Qing lowered her eyes and found that the seawater that poured into the cabin had silently soaked the corners of her skirt. She raised her head and showed a pleading look.

The woman rapped the table with her knuckles bent. "Wipe it with paper and come sit next to me."

"Okay, okay, thank you very much, senior." Rong Qing picked up a few yellowed papers on the table and wiped the water stains from the corner of her skirt. In doing so, she also wiped the corner of her skirt away.

She didn't care and quickly walked around the table and sat obediently next to the woman.

"Senior, you just said that this ship is made of ordinary materials, which means it is not a magical tool used by cultivators, so there is no formation engraved on it, right?"

"What, you don't believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, I just find it incredible. I, as a cultivator, have become so weak, and this ordinary boat can drift in such a dangerous place."

"Is it so great to be able to practice?" The gray-robed woman finally turned her head to look at Rong Qing, with a mocking look on her face, "You are entangled in the seven emotions and have deep desires. You can't cross the sea of ​​suffering by yourself. This ship has no love, no fear, no hatred, and no worries. You are far from being able to compare."

"I am grateful for your advice, junior." Rong Qing lowered his head.

In other words, to survive in this sea of ​​suffering, one must abandon all emotions and desires, and even become like a piece of wood. How is this possible? Rong Qing was skeptical.

The most urgent task is to find out the purpose of the woman in gray robe.

Rong Qing pondered for a few breaths before tentatively asking, "How can I stick to my original intention and not be swayed by external things? I beg the senior to give me some advice."

Unexpectedly, the gray-robed woman smiled and said, "You finally asked."

what?
"Those who are impatient would have asked directly a long time ago. You are one of the few who are slow to test me now."

"...Junior sincerely seeks advice." Rong Qing looked innocent.

"The answer is simple. You just need to set an anchor in your mind, and the sea of ​​suffering will take you to where you want to go."

When the gray-robed woman talked about this, her expression finally became lively. Her facial features were still ordinary, but when you looked at her or were looked at by her, you could feel a strange charm.

"What if Kuhai feels too persistent..."

"How can a person not have seven emotions and six desires? I clearly don't forget my original intention." The gray-robed woman supported her chin with one hand, "It's just that I know where I want to go, what about you?"

"Me? Of course I am accompanying you, senior." Rong Qing smiled apologetically.

If you want to go to Beitian, I'll go there too.

"It seems you really don't know who I am?"

"May I ask your name, Senior? Perhaps you have some connection with my sect."

"You don't need to know my name, you just need to know where I come from." She spoke slowly, word by word, staring at Rong Qing's face, "I come from the West."

Rong Qing's smile became a little stiff: "It is the junior who is rude."

This is indeed the origin of "passing life". Qinghang Realm suffered heavy losses at the beginning, and all the cultivators in Qinghang Realm hated Xitian deeply. Even Juntian Sect was almost destroyed in the battle between Beitian and Xitian, with only a few Dao Masters surviving. All the kings and even Dao Masters died on that cruel battlefield.

"Do you still want to accompany me to Beitian?" The gray-robed woman did not need Rong Qing to answer yes or no. "No matter where you want to go, give up the idea. If you dare to stop me, I will kill you."

Rong Qing was silent for a few breaths. She really wanted to ask how could she kill me.

The Sequence Battle re-selection tests one's character. Even the most vulnerable preliminary selection has become a non-injury competition. It is absolutely impossible for someone to die in the re-selection. You know, many monks were brought to participate in the re-selection before they were fully recovered, which shows that the re-selection is just a simple test of one's character.

At most, you will be eliminated, there is no way you will fall.

However, since we have participated in the re-selection, we will of course try our best to avoid elimination.

Thinking about what the gray-robed woman said about being from Dongtian, Rong Qing couldn't help but sigh that the big guys were so accurate in predicting the topic.

(End of this chapter)