A life of clearness

Chapter 664 Bait
This woman should not be allowed to go to Beitian smoothly. If such a mysterious and powerful woman is allowed to enter Beitian, who knows what serious consequences will occur.

How long can he keep pretending to be nice to her? When she said she was a cultivator from the West, Rong Qing had few options left. Once the ship deviated, it would prove that Rong Qing was "blocking" her, and the gray-robed woman would surely take action to eliminate Rong Qing.

However... there might be a third solution to this problem. Rong Qing secretly calculated the possibility of killing the woman beside her. If she succeeded, she could enter Beitian safely under the protection of this ship.

"The rain is about to stop." Just as the gray-robed woman said, the raindrops outside the boat, which were originally like a waterfall, gradually became sparse.

"The sky is clearing up after the rain, which is a good thing." Rong Qing continued, covering up the previous stiff atmosphere.

"Just because the rain stops doesn't mean the sky will clear up." The gray-robed woman raised her eyes lazily, "You'll know when you go out. If you're lucky, there might be another chance."

Rong Qing thought quickly, and without hesitation, she stood up and left the cabin. In addition to the understanding of the origin of the Tao, she also held a trump card. With this guarantee, she could explore some more risky options.

The black rain had indeed disappeared, but the sky was still shrouded in darkness.

A vague black shadow emerged from the distance, like an island. Rong Qing squinted her eyes and tried her best to see it clearly.

Originally, in the vast sea, she had no way of judging how far the ship had traveled. But now that she had a reference, she realized that the island was approaching very quickly.

Getting closer! Even with her eyesight declining to that of an ordinary person, Rong Qing could see the true face of the "island": a huge sun burning with white flames.

Huge flames from the sun's surface appeared in the sky, on the sea, and in the sea, sweeping across the entire sea of ​​suffering. Rong Qing's existence was so tiny that she instantly melted and disappeared in the flames.

Has anyone ever been inside the sun?
After the huge flame wave, the flame quickly left behind him, and dark patches flickered in the surging white until these patches slowly expanded and merged, turning everything into darkness. In this darkness, Rong Qing felt depressed for an extremely long time. After about a quarter of an hour, the darkness slowly faded and shrank into patches.

However, from entering the darkness to exiting, only a breath passed!
Rong Qing looked back at the rapidly receding sun. Three strange beasts appeared around the sun. Their bodies, which were tens of kilometers long, seemed tiny compared to the sun. The strange beast with a snake-like shape opened its mouth as if roaring, causing the flames to temporarily stop.

The powerful beasts relied on their strong bodies to fight, and it looked like they were fighting for something. But the beasts and the sun disappeared very quickly, and Rong Qing had no way of judging.

Is it because the rain has stopped that the sea of ​​suffering has changed, or is it because the rain has stopped because this change is about to happen?

Rong Qing silently calculated the time. In fact, the strange phenomenon had not stopped, but it was not as exaggerated as the sun at the beginning. Rong Qing stared at the reflection of the twinkling stars on the sea. As the saying goes, "the whole boat is full of clear dreams, and the stars are overwhelming the river." After the rain stopped, the originally wild waves calmed down, and were even as quiet as a gemstone mirror.

Where exactly are these star reflections projected from?
Rong Qing stood at the bow, thinking rapidly. From the sun that seemed to be about to hit her at the beginning to the constantly changing galaxy at the moment, combined with what the gray-robed woman had said before, several guesses emerged in her mind.

Some supporting evidence is needed to further confirm this.

Rong Qing didn't have to wait too long before the strange scene changed dramatically. In the distance, a spire suddenly pierced the sea surface and rose up at a terrifying speed. Countless towering buildings emerged from the seabed and continued to rise... A large number of monks flew up from the seabed...

The clothes and decorations of these monks were not what Rong Qing had seen often. Most of them had mysterious totems on their faces, making them look very much like the geniuses from the Tianxu Zun Realm.

The monks were not united, but fighting each other. Along with the monks, the treasures that had been piled up on the seabed for countless years flew out. Those treasures had their own spirits and avoided the monks' pursuit.

Rong Qing suddenly raised her hand and used the stasis force field to grab the pink handkerchief that was flying a hundred meters away. Not only were the two male cultivators chasing behind surprised, but even the handkerchief itself was a little stunned, and was dragged towards Rong Qing.

The lotus pink handkerchief is square and has a yellow plum tree embroidered on it.

Rong Qing raised her hand to touch the handkerchief... She could touch it, but she couldn't penetrate it! Rong Qing could touch the treasure from the Sea of ​​Bitterness, but she could not touch the sun, buildings, monks, and the aftermath of the monks' battles that did not belong to the Sea of ​​Bitterness. Rong Qing only encountered them, but did not intersect with them.

"I was the first to discover this treasure. You and I are from the same sect, so why should we ruin our relationship over the treasure?" The thin-faced male cultivator said hastily.

"Bah, treasures belong to those who are capable. Since we are from the same sect, why don't you let me have it?" The tall and strong male cultivator snorted coldly.

But at this moment, a female cultivator was closer. She did not take action directly. Instead, she made a hand gesture and controlled a white porcelain treasure bottle. The mouth of the bottle emitted a suction force and she tried to put the powder handkerchief into the bottle.

Rong Qing's eyes flickered slightly, and she stretched out two fingers to pinch a corner of the handkerchief.

The female cultivator was unwilling to give up and wanted to try again, but she saw the figure of her master passing by in the distance, and a cold female voice seemed to ring in her ears. "You have no chance of getting this treasure, so don't waste any more time."

"Yes!" The female cultivator put aside her unwillingness and immediately turned around to follow her master. She was still clear-headed now and knew that it was useless to try, so it was not worth wasting time here.

The pink handkerchief was kneaded into Rong Qing's palm, just like an ordinary handkerchief being grasped. But it was worth being madly fought over by these cultivators, how could it be an ordinary handkerchief? This was a precious origin magic weapon even in the Venerable Realm.

[Being stranded in the sea of ​​suffering is truly a disaster, but unfortunately I alone cannot shake the minds of the venerables. ]

Rong Qing's eyes lit up. She could hear it.

As soon as she used the Mermaid Ears, countless voices continuously drilled into her ears.

The Mermaid Ear is a rare item brought from before the epoch, and it can still function even in the microcosm created by the Lord of Immortality. She couldn't hear the gray-robed woman's inner voice just now, but there are so many cultivators here, even if some of them are special, there are still many inner voices that Rong Qing can hear.

[Finally I got a magical treasure, a gold source that suits me quite well. Haha, this first stop is worth it, and I spent most of my family fortune. ] [Damn, there are too many people here, and there are fewer people over there, but they are all in bad luck. Damn, damn, I have to fight for luck again, it's really killing me! ]

[Senior Brother Liu, Senior Brother Liu, what are you doing? Senior Brother Liu, now is not the time to compete for favor. ]

It was not easy to find the key information in the sea of ​​chaotic thoughts. Rong Qing could only try her best to capture the thoughts of the female cultivator who had flashed by before. The female cultivator had reached the ultimate realm and was considered a figure in the sect. What she wanted in her mind was not just a simple treasure grabbing matter.

[Although fortune and misfortune go hand in hand, so many disciples have to die for the origin of the magic weapon. How many of them can stay in the sect in the end? Fortunately, Yan'er has been determined since childhood, and did not lose herself in lust when fighting for the magic weapon just now. ]

If a female cultivator passes by the younger generation of her own sect, she will basically shout at them to remind them not to be obsessed.

But it is not that easy. When the sea of ​​suffering is stranded, the originally rational and self-sustaining people begin to become greedy and evil. The monks pursue the treasures left behind when they were stranded, and the sea of ​​suffering also takes this opportunity to absorb a new round of nutrients.

[This is just the first stop... The venerables still have to chase the bitter sea to grab the treasure, but don't - Yan'er!!]

"Let go!" Heng Dan raised his hand and held Han Shuiyan's right arm from a distance of a hundred feet, trying to pull her back by force. Even the Taoist master did not dare to let his body be stained with the ominous black liquid flowing from the bitter sea.

Han Shuiyan held a shrunken token-shaped treasure tightly in her hand. Lightning was swirling in her palm, but black liquid was constantly flowing from the back of her hand up her arm.

"Uncle-master, this is the Dao Stele of Thunder Origin. We just happen to be lacking this Dao Stele. With it, our lineage will be able to suppress the Hengyang lineage! Don't worry, I have already claimed this treasure as my master. They are no match for us." As he spoke, his originally pretty face turned hideous.

"Good boy, your master and I will remember your contribution. Quickly let go and let me recognize you as your master."

Han Shuiyan glared at Hengdan fiercely: "Master uncle, I am halfway to success in recognizing the master, so please don't worry about it. Don't worry, after I succeed in recognizing the master, I will definitely hand it over to Master and will not keep anything back."

Many monks around have noticed this place. They look calm but they can't hide their eagerness to make a move.

The black liquid flowed at an extremely fast speed. Within just two sentences, it had wrapped around Han Shuiyan's slender neck, crawled over her jaw, and drew strange patterns on her fair face.

"Summon: Mysterious Sky Thunder." Hengdan stopped trying to persuade him and took action directly.

The black thunder turned into a thick chain and pierced Han Shuiyan's body with one strike. It split into two ends and roared in opposite directions, piercing through countless monks' bodies. The minefield it built continued to expand as the chains flew. Those monks below the Dao Master level had no ability to resist at all, and were instantly annihilated. The souls of these monks were killed before they could even escape. Even if some of them were lucky enough to escape, they would be absorbed into the sea of ​​suffering as soon as they appeared without a body to block them.

Rong Qing looked at the souls surrounded by black liquid. Some of them turned into black rain in midair and fell down. Some fell into the sea of ​​suffering and struggled for a few breaths before being torn apart by the thin tentacles raised from the sea water. Those soul treasures that condensed countless efforts of the cultivators sank silently to the bottom of the sea, waiting for an unknown period of time before they would be stranded again in the world.

Only Han Shuiyan, the first one whose body was shattered, had her soul collected into Hengdan's sleeves in time.

"Not enough to accomplish anything, but more than enough to cause trouble." In the past, Heng Dan would have comforted Han Shuiyan, but now even her own aura was faintly tainted with ferocity. Her area was not the first to explode. The Dao Masters who had been able to endure it before began to be unable to suppress their inner restlessness. The melee escalated again. Tens of thousands of cultivators died with every breath.

[The longer you are in contact with the sea of ​​suffering, the more deeply you will be affected. Why don't you leave the realm yet, Venerable? ]

Compared to the Taoist master, these densely packed cultivators are all ants and cannon fodder. But compared to the high and mighty venerables, the Taoist master is nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

"Hengyang, you did a good job this time. I will remember your achievement."

Judging from the appearance, the scroll slowly floating in the palm of the hand is so ordinary. But for this treasure, too many monks' lives were sacrificed.

"It's all thanks to your wise command, I dare not take credit for it." The lean male cultivator showed a flattering smile. Hengyang did not personally rob the treasure, as there were many disciples in his lineage, and there were enough lives to fill the gap. Some lucky disciples were able to successfully recognize their master and take the treasure out of the sea of ​​suffering, but by then their minds had already been polluted by the sea of ​​suffering, and they were neither human nor ghost.

"I remember that your eldest disciple has just become a Taoist master."

"That kid just broke through last year and is still in seclusion. It will take time for me to train him." Hengyang was extremely respectful, but his heart was already in turmoil. He had sacrificed so many disciples, and he didn't want to be abandoned because of the Venerable's random idea.

"Then tell me, how long will it take?"

"Whether it's consolidating your realm or cultivating your reputation, this will take at least ten thousand years."

The Venerable laughed softly, "What a pity! Ten thousand years is too long for me. I must seize the day."

Hengyang buried his head even lower.

"I remember a saying in the mortal world: The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish. There are waves now, but no big fish can be caught. It seems that the bait is not fat enough." The Venerable casually threw the scroll in front of Hengyang, "This thing is of little use to me, so I reward you."

"Yes!" Hengyang shuddered all over, holding the scroll with both hands and raising it above his head, "Thank you for your generous gift, Your Excellency. I will lure the fish here even if it costs my life."

The Venerable stood with his hands behind his back, without making any comment.

(End of this chapter)