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Chapter 480 Refining the Initial Word, Obtaining the Ice Soul

Unable to deduce his own future and past, Ying Xun immediately contacted the system.

According to the system, the Heavenly Cry Scripture is similar to the Nine Void Boundless Realms, a reflection of the real world, while he is an extraterrestrial being who does not belong to this world.

His actions are akin to painting on a blank sheet of paper, allowing him to express himself freely. However, the Heavenly Crying Sutra cannot reflect what he will paint next. Those who come into contact with him will also be affected, with their destinies changing to varying degrees. Even those who have never come into contact with him will have their destinies blurred due to the butterfly effect.

Therefore, when Ying Xun predicted Xiong Ba's future, multiple different outcomes appeared.

To this world, he was both a participant and an observer.

His ability to influence the course of the world stems from his role as a participant, but his role as an observer far outweighs that of a participant.

As for how to ensure that the proportion of participants is greater than that of bystanders, the system provides a solution.

Preserve the bloodline!
Once he has children, his status as a participant becomes greater than that of an observer, allowing him to deduce his past and future.

Having children is certainly necessary, but there's absolutely no need to have children in order to predict the past and future.

What's past is past; there's no need to dwell on it.

Anyway, he could get the answer to whatever he wanted to know by asking Indra.

As for the future... the future holds all possibilities, and it would be too boring to follow a predetermined path.

Ying Xun shook his head, not dwelling too much on the past and the future.

He focused his gaze on the Heavenly Cry Scripture, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly muttered to himself, "Come on, let me try to see if I can completely control you."

After speaking, he gently tapped his brow with his finger, and an invisible wave spread out, instantly enveloping the entire room and completely isolating it from the outside world.

This time, no formation was used; he used only his divine sense to make the room a world unto itself. In this self-contained world, Ying Xun was the ruler, and all life and death were under his control.

Compared to the arrays previously set up using true essence, the small world isolated by divine sense is much smaller, but it is more natural and complete, reaching an unprecedented level.

Come to think of it, he never seems to have given this move a name.

Ying Xun's mind stirred slightly. In this realm, I am the heavens... Let's call it the Realm Without Heaven.

The Realm of No Heaven unfolds, isolating it from the world.

At the same time, powerful streams of divine consciousness surged forth, flowing endlessly towards the Heavenly Cry Scripture before him.

The Heavenly Cry Scripture not only contains the first written character in the world, but is also one of the reflections of this world. If one can refine it, it is no less than obtaining a terrifying weapon.

The power of "Heavenly Cry" originates from this world. By isolating it from this world, Ying Xun only needs to face the power of "Heavenly Cry" itself, without having to contend with this world.

This is why he unleashed the Boundless Realm; after all, no matter how strong he is, he cannot contend against a whole world.

Powerful streams of divine consciousness flowed incessantly, like a celestial river pouring down.

At this moment, the Heavenly Cry Scripture also seemed to develop sentience, sensing the impending danger, and continuously emitted mysterious fluctuations to contend with Ying Xun's divine sense.

Unfortunately, the Heavenly Cry Scripture itself had limited power and was also affected by the Boundless Realm, so it could not mobilize the power of the Wind and Cloud World and could only be gradually devoured by Ying Xun.

……

On an autumn morning, as the eastern horizon begins to lighten, a milky mist rises and falls, obscuring the ancient city like a jade palace floating in the sky.

Generally speaking, this period is the most interesting time for a city's urban renewal. The hustle and bustle of the night has dissipated, and the vitality of a new day is just beginning.

Vegetable farmers and vendors gradually entered the city to attend the early morning market. They went to various markets, and although there weren't many people to be seen and it wasn't particularly lively, it always gave people a sense of vitality and energy.

However, Anzhou City was quite lively this morning.

Because of the extraordinary sight last night, all the people in the city saw it, which made them get up early.

In the misty streets and alleys, people whispered and talked animatedly about the mansion in the city center.

Inside the Ying residence, Ying Xun's eyes shone brightly, filled with an unspeakable depth, as if he had seen through all the secrets of all living things.

He stretched out his palm, and the first character since the beginning of time leaped out of the Heavenly Cry Scripture, flew into his palm, and radiated a mysterious and fantastical light.

His mind was completely integrated with the Heavenly Cry Scripture and that first character, so he could know whatever he wanted to know.

Right now, what he wants to know most is whether Wudao Kuangtian is, as he suspects, a deformed product created by the God of Immortality.

As the light from the words on his palm flowed, images flashed through Ying Xun's mind.

The first scene that appears is the Temple of Searching for Gods.

The curtains were drawn low, and behind them sat a figure, receiving the worship of countless mythical beasts.

"Although the Heaven-Shifting Divine Technique and the World-Destroying Demon Body are powerful, they ultimately cannot make this god immortal."

"How can this aging body be worthy of the status of a god, and how can it command the immeasurable power that only 'Heaven' can control?!"

"The Divine Traveler is no good. The next generation of peerless geniuses of the Bu Clan will not be born for several more decades."

"Perhaps... I can create a body that is most suitable for myself."

The screen kept flickering.

That aged figure, with the help of a disciple who inherited all his medical skills, spent more than twenty years cultivating a body that resembled a god, using the flesh and blood of the immortal god and countless precious medicinal herbs as nourishment. His body was as smooth as jade, and he also possessed the same martial arts talent as the god of the Bu clan.

However, this body is not perfect.

As time went by, the body nurtured with its flesh and blood and countless medicinal herbs continued to grow, and its jade-like surface gradually returned to normal, unable to withstand the power of the immortal god.

Crucially, that body seemed to be unable to withstand the nourishment, gradually collapsing, yet it had somehow developed consciousness...

This being, from the moment of its birth, has been controlled by the immortal god, so it hates the immortal god, fears the immortal god, and also reveres the immortal god...

In short, his feelings toward the god of immortality were very complex.

So much so that after escaping the Palace of Searching for Gods, he gave himself a name that was even more powerful than the gods: "Heaven," the Unruly Mad Heaven.

He possessed extraordinary talent from the Bu clan, and due to the gradual collapse of his internal body, he comprehended a martial art.

That is, Heavenly Madness and Blood Devastation.

It can be said that this is a martial art that is unparalleled in history and the world.

After all, apart from Wudao Kuangtian, whose physical body was constantly collapsing, no one in the world could cultivate.

Later, he encountered the Mud Bodhisattva on his way to Broken Sun Peak and obtained the secret of the Heavenly Cry Sutra...

Soon, Ying Xun opened his eyes and understood the whole story.

"It seems I was right after all. Wudao Kuangtian really is a deformed product created by that guy Changsheng Budi Shen. In some ways, he is a descendant of Changsheng Budi Shen, inheriting his bloodline. No wonder his temper is so similar to Changsheng Budi Shen's, except that his brain is even worse than Changsheng Budi Shen's."

After speaking, the radiant character in his palm merged into the space between his eyebrows. He then recited the Heavenly Cry Sutra, stood up, and walked towards the door.

As soon as the door was opened, the clay bodhisattva, who had appeared at the door at some unknown time, bowed and said, "Congratulations, my lord, on obtaining the Heavenly Cry Scripture and becoming the second person in history to possess the first word."

Clearly, the "initial character" he mentioned was the first character created by Cangjie.

This character was created by Cangjie, so Cangjie was naturally its first owner.

"You noticed it?" Ying Xun asked.

"Back then, I once perused the Heavenly Crying Sutra and was fortunate enough to see the initial character, 'Primordial One,' and felt a certain connection with it in the unseen realm." The Mud Bodhisattva said with considerable emotion, "Even the great Master Xuanzang could only glimpse the secrets of heaven and earth through the initial character, but could not truly control it. I never imagined..."

He didn't continue speaking because he realized that no matter what he said, it seemed to imply that Ying Xun was inferior to Xuanzang.

Ying Xun didn't mind and laughed, "If the monk Xuanzang wanted to refine that word, he would face the whole world, while I only refined the Heavenly Cry Scripture and the power contained in that word."

The Mud Bodhisattva didn't quite understand, but he didn't ask any more questions. He simply bowed again and said, "In any case, congratulations, my lord."

"You came here specifically to wait for me, and it wasn't just to congratulate me, was it?"

Ying Xun smiled, glanced at Mud Bodhisattva scrutinizingly, and said calmly, "The backlash you suffered from the curse is not only because you revealed too many heavenly secrets, but also because of the curse contained within the Heavenly Cry itself. I can remove the curse for you now, but after the curse is removed, you will no longer be able to glimpse the mysteries of the world. All you will be able to rely on is your own divination ability." Mud Bodhisattva did not hesitate at all, his attitude resolute, and blurted out, "I would rather have never seen the Heavenly Cry."

"alright, I got it."

With a thought, Ying Xun's brows revealed a radiant character, and streams of black energy emanated from the Mud Bodhisattva's body.

These dark wisps are the curse of the Heavenly Cry.

Within the black mist, a mysterious and incomprehensible radiance flickered, shining like a star in the night, exactly the same as the radiance emitted by the initial word.

These radiant lights are the wisdom and memories that the clay bodhisattva gained from the initial single word.

Now, both the black energy and the radiance have returned to the original word.

Before long, the clay bodhisattva's bent back gradually straightened, and the sores under the human skin mask began to heal rapidly.

The itching from the healing skin made the clay bodhisattva reluctantly remove its mask. With a gentle scratch, the scab immediately fell off.

"I...I've recovered..."

The clay Buddha stroked its cheek, weeping with joy.

The indescribable pain that had permeated his entire body was drained, making him feel full of power.

That feeling was like being reborn.

As for the strange feeling that something was missing in his mind, although he felt a little melancholy, Mud Bodhisattva did not regret it.

He believed that even without the power of the initial word, he was still the most outstanding fortune teller in the world.

"Thank you, Lord!"

The clay Buddha was about to kneel and express his gratitude, but Ying Xun stopped him.

"Don't call me 'Master' anymore, it sounds a bit awkward to me. Just call me 'Young Master' like Granny Wushuang does."

"Yes, young master. Thank you, young master!"

"Don't be shy, let's go have breakfast, I'm hungry."

……

Half a month later.

Imperial mausoleum in the suburbs of Beijing.

Azure skies, yellow leaves on the ground, autumn colors stretching across the waves, and cold mist rising from the water.

The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grasses, indifferent, lie beyond the setting sun.

A group of more than ten people were climbing the steps.

It was Ying Xun and his group who had come from Anzhou City.

After Kong Ci died, Bu Jingyun, to prevent her body from decaying, seized the Ice Soul from the Hero King's Mansion. After burying Kong Ci in the imperial mausoleum, he placed the Dragon-Slaying Stone, making it impossible for anyone to enter.

One of the reasons Bu Jingyun went to Baijian Villa to compete for the Peerless Sword was that he wanted to use the Peerless Sword to open the Broken Dragon Stone that had been placed there, so that he could see Kong Ci again.

Now, they have come to the imperial mausoleum. Bu Jingyun, Qin Shuang, and Yu Chuchu want to see Kong Ci, while the others accompany Ying Xun to retrieve Ice Soul, one of the four great stones.

In the original storyline, Ying Xun couldn't remember whether Bu Jingyun used the Peerless Sword to open the Dragon-Slaying Stone, but since he was present, there was no need for Bu Jingyun to take action.

He placed one hand on the Dragon-Slaying Stone, unleashing a burst of power.

With a deep, rumbling sound, the Dragon-Slaying Stone slowly rose up.

Perhaps because it has never seen the light of day, the imperial tomb carries an aura of decay.

But neither Bu Jingyun nor Qin Shuang paid any attention; they only had eyes for Kong Ci.

The moment they saw Kong Ci in the coffin, both of them felt a pang of pain in their hearts.

Even Bu Jingyun, who was once known as the Grim Reaper who never cried, had tears welling up in his eyes.

You Ruo glanced into the coffin and said, "This is Kong Ci? She's so beautiful, what a pity."

Because of Ying Xun's appearance, she did not have any interaction with Kong Ci as in the original story.

To You Ruo, Kong Ci was a stranger, and she felt nothing but regret for his early death.

Ying Xun didn't really like the Kong Ci in front of him, but he liked the Kong Ci played by Yang Gongru.

Overall, he liked the character of Kong Ci more than he liked her.

My fondness for Kong Ci stems from her tragedy.

Kong Ci is unforgettable because of her unparalleled beauty.

Kong Ci is a unique character in the Storm Riders series. Even though he died early, no one can replace him.

And her unparalleled talent was precisely because of her death.

That wedding was filled with intrigue and lies; her red makeup was as fiery as fire, yet her body was as thin as a cicada's wing; her bright eyes and white teeth held no smile.

Bu Jingyun loves her and is determined to take her away at all costs.

Nie Feng loved her like an older brother loves his younger sister, yet he blamed her for not being a virtuous woman.

Qin Shuang loved her, but was also heartbroken by her betrayal.

Everyone around her seemed to love her; she was happy, yet she felt so far from true happiness.

Because no one knows how to cherish her; they only want to use and possess her.

As for who she actually loves?
She probably loved all three of them: Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and Qin Shuang.

However, her love for the three men was not the same.

In Ying Xun's view, Kong Ci is a character who is both selfless and selfish.

She treated herself as a gift, fulfilling the wish of Xiong Ba, whom she regarded as her father, by marrying Qin Shuang, and submitted herself to Bu Jingyun as a matter of pity and charity, while secretly harboring a dream of being with Nie Feng.

She wants to give and cherish everyone, but she doesn't know how to cherish herself, and she doesn't understand that happiness is something you give yourself, not something you give to others.

This led to her tragedy.

"It's all fate."

Ying Xun sighed and looked at Bu Jingyun: "That's about enough, I'm going to take the Ice Soul now."

"You promised me..."

"Don't worry, I keep my word. If I say I'll keep her body from decaying for a hundred years, then I will keep her body from decaying for a hundred years." Ying Xun interrupted, reaching out and striking the air. One of the four great stones, Ice Soul, flew out of Kong Ci's mouth and landed in his hand.

At the same time, an extremely cold aura burst forth from the other hand.

In the blink of an eye, the coffin was frozen into a block of ice.

Overall, it looks like a bed of ancient ice, but it doesn't feel cold at all, as if all the coldness has been frozen in the solid ice.

Condensed but not dispersed.

Moreover, the ice layer that forms is as clear as crystal glass, and does not affect the appearance at all.

Ying Xun put the Ice Soul into his spatial storage, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, let's go. Let's go see my father-in-law, then go to the capital to rescue Wuming, and while we're at it, kill Jue Wushen."

(End of this chapter)