The Word of Heaven

Chapter 350 He is displeased by the sight of green mountains, and enraged by the sight of rivers.

The ways of Heaven are vast and unfathomable, the will of Heaven is mysterious and unpredictable.

Since the day that mankind embarked on the path of cultivation, countless practitioners have claimed to have received divine favor, including some who have ascended to immortality, such as the former abbot.

However, to this day, no one has ever truly witnessed the arrival of divine will.

Whether it was the divine punishment that occurred a hundred years ago in Xuandu, or the sudden storm that has struck the wasteland today, they are more like a natural reaction of heaven and earth than what people perceive as an impending event.

Everything is a natural phenomenon.

Humans exist within the universe and belong to all things; how can we change that?

This is the simplest of truths.

Zhao Qi thought to himself.

He looked at Pei Jingge, whose eyes were full of contempt, but felt no anger. Instead, he felt respect and sorrow.

The torrential rain lashed his face, bringing an even deeper chill, a chill emanating from the silent, unyielding power of nature.

Even if one ascends to immortality, what good is it? Only someone like the Demon Lord is worthy of his reaction.
Silence is the greatest contempt.

In Zhao Qi's view, the blade in Pei Jinge's hand flashed upwards against the current, severing raindrops and shattering the wind curtain, bringing a completely different, cold light to the night-shrouded world.

The thunderstorm hidden in the thick, dark leaden clouds no longer resembled a snake, but rather a blazing sun, extremely bright.

Just before the blade's light was about to disappear into the clouds, it was as if water were poured onto flat ground, flowing freely in all directions.

Click.

A soft sound, followed by countless sounds.

It was as if all the bronze mirrors in the world shattered at that moment.

Centered on Gu Zhuo, the world beneath the clouds was cleaved open by Pei Jinge's blade, creating countless spatial rifts that flowed with a chilling darkness.

Zhao Qi was taken aback.

He shook his head unconsciously, rejecting the option without a second thought.

Everything has an end.

Such is the wind and rain, such is the flashing of swords, and such is the spatial rift.

Nothing lasts forever.

Is it worth paying a heavy price and risking being killed by him just to have a moment of time as still as water?
Zhao Qi wouldn't ask such a question.

Isn't the purpose of spiritual practice precisely to have the freedom of choice in moments like these?

Whether it's foolish or not.

Moreover, this moment of tranquility could very well bring unexpected changes to the life-or-death battle between the Demon Lord and the White Emperor.

Thoughts flashed by in an instant.

Just as Zhao Qi was about to shift his gaze to the Demon Lord, the world suddenly changed.

Under the clouds.

Countless spatial rifts were actually... actually ascending!

It's not ascension in the sense of spiritual practice, but ascension in the literal sense!

Countless deep, dark cracks, supported by Pei Jingge's sword light, collided with the clouds!

A deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing, echoed across the desolate land. It must have been the wrath of the heavens, but all the sounds ceased abruptly in the next breath, leaving not a trace.

People could only see the sky sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

The edges of the clouds were bathed in the most intense light, and the cracks in space became bottomless abysses.

The sky was filled with clouds, accompanied by dazzling thunder and fire, like a rushing river suddenly encountering a precipice, leaping into it and disappearing without a trace.

Zhao Qi suddenly turned around and looked.

In the bitter wind and cold rain, Pei Jingge tilted her head back, opened her arms, as if embracing heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth.

Through the ages.

Such a magnificent and unrestrained act is unlikely to be repeated.

At this moment, Zhao Qi finally agreed with what Gu Zhuo had said not long ago.

He said silently to Pei Jinge, "You are indeed more remarkable than me. I sincerely wish you will survive."

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With a thud, Chen Chi rolled over and struggled to open his eyes.

A face that wasn't exactly handsome came into his view. The seemingly friendly smile maintained a certain distance, yet it gave people a more reassuring feeling.

The medicine and water dissolved together in his body, repairing his cracked meridians, but the pain remained, even more intensely.

He tried to sit up, but that only brought him more pain, so he gave up.

"I want to go to Qingjing Temple."

Chen Chi said in a hoarse voice.

Without a second thought, Qiu Zhi replied, "Okay."

Chen Chi was stunned and asked, "Aren't you going to ask why?"

"This..."

Qiu Zhi said with an honest expression, "If you were going to Yicheng instead of Qingjing Temple, you would be dead by now."

Then, shrugging his shoulders, he added, "If you've fallen to this state and can still fool me, I'd be willing to do it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Chi burst into laughter.

The wound was thus aggravated, causing pain, but it also made him feel even more pleasure.

I suppose this is what it means to be truly satisfied.

I sought knowledge but couldn't understand it; I just felt baffled.

He then carried Chen Chi on his back, picked up the flying sword that, like its master, had fallen into disrepair, and headed towards Qingjing Temple.

How far is it from here to Qingjing Temple?

"Two hours, I guess."

"Will it take half an hour to get there?"

"are you crazy?"

"So you thought I was a normal person?"

"...That makes sense, but half an hour is really not enough. I'm not crazy."

"Gu Zhuo is going to die."

"Then I'll try."

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In Cihang Temple, the old abbot gazed into the eyes of the monk Wugou and said slowly, "These past few days, you have been staying in the temple's scripture pavilion. In order to put your mind at ease, I ordered everyone to leave, and before you leave, you are not allowed to look at it even once."

For some reason, the little monk suddenly fell silent.

The old abbot said earnestly, "The matter of Emperor Wu being imprisoned and dying in Tong Palace is clearly and in detail recorded in a certain Buddhist scripture. You must have read that Buddhist scripture, so there is no reason why you do not know why Emperor Wu died."

The Immaculate Monk remained silent. "I may not understand your obsession, but I respect it. However, this is not a matter of respect, but rather a matter of success or failure."

The old abbot looked at him, sighed deeply, and said, "If you insist, this choice will render your sacrifice meaningless."

The Immaculate Monk was silent for a moment, then said, "Is there no other way?"

The old abbot said, "Of course not."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and his brows furrowed deeply.

Soon, the answer to all of this was revealed.

"I'm sorry... this might disappoint you."

The Immaculate Monk scratched his head, smiled apologetically and awkwardly, and said, "Actually, I was sleeping the whole time those few days and didn't even open the book."

The old abbot was stunned.

The little monk was even more embarrassed. He quickly became serious and said earnestly, "I don't think this is my fault. Think about it, the weather was so nice those days. It was sunny every day, and the wind kept blowing. A whole day would pass in the blink of an eye."

The old abbot was completely at a loss for words.

Springtime is just right; one can sleep soundly in this weather.
With life and death looming, how can one sleep soundly without worry?
What an absurd thing this is!

"so……"

The Immaculate Monk said sincerely, "I'm not lying to you about what you're about to say; I genuinely don't understand."

The old abbot said, "Are you going to stick to your choice?"

The Immaculate Monk calmly replied, "Just consider me a fearless fool."

After saying this, he used the heavenly light rising from the Buddha's remains to survey Chu Jun and Xie Yinglian across thousands of miles.

An invisible flame began to burn, completely incinerating the two lines left behind by the fisherman, until they vanished into thin air.

This is not the end.

The young monk's smile faded, and his gaze fell upon Mount Baidi.

He stared at the White Emperor's back and asked that question.

How could you do this?

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Why can't I do that?

Wei Qingci remained unfazed, not even glancing at Nan Zong, and said indifferently, "As for whether I am a sword cultivator, that depends solely on the sword in my hand, not on your opinion."

Nan Zong found this statement utterly absurd.

He said nothing more, for words in this world are never as sharp as a sword.

The wind and waves on the river suddenly calmed down.

Wei Qingci shouted coldly, "Where are the disciples of Yishui?!"

A moment after he finished speaking, the sound of swords being drawn rang out one after another.

One by one, the elders and disciples of Yishui stood silently before the Southern Sect's path forward, meeting them head-on with their swords.

Yi Shui is the leader of swordsmanship in the human world for a thousand years, and his sect naturally has countless strong people.

Even those who have attained immortality still need to show respect to the Yi River after Wang Ji's departure and dare not offend it lightly.

Moreover, the Southern Sect had not yet passed away at this time.

No matter how you look at it, if he steps into the area shrouded by those sword lights, the result will be death.

There is no other possibility.

Lin Wanyi looked at Nan Zong without any hesitation, and at the sword light flying and blood splattering on the Yi River, her face showing a look of bewilderment.

She didn't understand why Nan Zong would make this choice. They were barely acquaintances, yet he was willing to risk his life.

"why?"

Lin Wanyi asked earnestly.

This statement is weak, because she is close to death, not far away.

Logically speaking, the Southern Sect, surrounded by the sword light of the Yi River, should not have heard this sound.

But he overheard it and gave a clear answer.

"The sword speaks out against injustice? That's the habit of chivalrous heroes. I'm just a sword cultivator, I don't have the habit of chivalrous deeds."

"Why should I help you?"

"Of course it's not because you're good-looking."

"But I find the Yi River neither charming nor the green mountains ugly!"

"I shall draw my sword!"

Nan Zong roared angrily, his sword sweeping across the room, delivering seventeen consecutive strikes.

At the same time, seven streaks of blood shot out from his body as the Yi Shui sword light arrived from behind.

Just as the remaining sword lights were about to fall, burying Nan Zong beneath the surging river... suddenly everything fell silent.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Whether it was the blood that hadn't yet been washed away in the surging river, or the fleeting sword lights that should have vanished in an instant, or even Wei Qingci's suddenly changing gaze.

The next moment, with Lin Wanyi at the center.

On both sides of the Yi River, all sentient beings within a radius of dozens of miles heard those two long-lost words.

—Wait a minute.

Unlike the leisurely and carefree "Wait a minute" that sounded like a theatrical performance back then, today's "Wait a minute" was somewhat interfered with, somewhat painful, and somewhat uncomfortable, but without the slightest hesitation.

It comes from Lin Wanyi.

It came from her hands, but wait.

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Baidi Mountain and the wilderness are separated by thousands of miles, each to the north and south respectively.

At this moment, there was little difference; both were in a deathly silence.

The distant thunder that was rumbling was visible and known to Bai Yingzhou and Gu Zhuo, but it did not allow them to utter a single word.

Whether it was Pei Jingge sacrificing her realm to unleash a blade of light that severed the heavens.

The Immaculate Monk insisted on going his own way, determined to be that ignorant fool.

Perhaps it was the decision of the Yishui Outer Southern Sect that made Lin Wanyi the Sword Master of Qieman.

None of this was enough to make the two of them glance at it again.

In this world constructed by the soul.

Only Gu Zhuo and Bai Yingzhou.

"The bells are about to stop ringing."

The latter looked at the former and suddenly asked, "Bai Yuan, are you going to die this time?"

After a long silence, Gu Zhuo looked at Bai Yingzhou and said with emotion, "What an unfamiliar name."

(End of this chapter)