The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 185: Making the Prodigies Grieve

As the saying goes, seeing is believing. Ning Qingyi used his Dao-slaying body to slay the Heavenly King, bringing back the old story from mythology, which immediately caused a sensation throughout the entire Second Holy City!

The cultivators who witnessed this battle almost completely reshaped their understanding of cultivation realms, realizing that there is never any truly insurmountable barrier. Even the barrier of the Saint Realm can be breached if one is strong enough!

The guide received this group of cultivators with great solemnity, holding a banquet in the city lord's mansion. Many forces residing in the Second Pass, such as the Grand Commander and the heads of several major families, also came. The banquet was filled with the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

"It is said that Fairy Qing Shi's melodious voice can move heaven and earth. I wonder if I will have the honor of hearing a bit of it today?" Someone spoke up amidst the laughter and conversation.

The Fairy of Green Poetry had arched eyebrows and eyes that held poetic charm, possessing a kind of spiritual clarity that seemed to have seen through the mortal world. She smiled gently and said, "Then I, Green Poetry, will make a fool of myself."

She took out a jade flute and played a melodious tune in a few breaths.

The melodious flute music was so moving that it painted a beautiful picture: under the bright moonlight, a clear spring flowed over the rocks, passing through the roots of the pine forest, creating a scene of unparalleled harmony and tranquility, yet also one of profound loneliness.

The entire palace fell silent, and everyone looked towards the center of the room, staring at the fairy Qing Shi, who resembled a banished celestial being.

They savored the fine wine and listened to the flute music, gradually becoming intoxicated and falling into an indescribable state of bliss.

Ning Qingyi quietly admired the scene as the divine purple-gold immortal bell in the Dao Palace gently swayed, imprinting this celestial sound into it.

As the music ended, the ethereal flute music was heavenly, its lingering notes echoing endlessly.

"Excellent! It is indeed a beautiful celestial melody, which has washed away the worldly desires in my heart."

Everyone genuinely praised it, and some even made up their minds to do so.

"I have made up my mind. I will withdraw from this path and return to my hometown without looking back. I will never again have the delusion of attaining enlightenment." The person who said these words was an ascetic. In just a few months, he went from being full of vigor to being extremely weathered. His eyes were no longer sharp and were somewhat dim, and his temples were covered with a few strands of white frost.

“Let’s go. Since there’s no hope in sight, there’s no point in staying. Besides, everyone from the same place as me is dead, and only I am left. At least I can bring their message back…” Some people nodded, and after letting go of their worries, they actually made better progress in their cultivation.

Many people remained silent, their faces filled with complex emotions as they looked at Ning Qingyi, who sat at the head of the table. A strange bitterness welled up in their hearts, a mixture of resentment and sorrow.

Once upon a time, they each stood atop their respective domains, achieving early success. But when they met Ning Qingyi, everything became a joke, like frogs in a well, their brilliance becoming a footnote to their past glory. It wasn't that they hadn't seen such an experience before, but they never imagined it would happen to them.

They silently watched the assembled sages toasting Ning Qingyi, and then looked at this aloof and indifferent young supreme, overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Soon, the banquet ended, and Ning Qing asked about the time of the next trial before drifting away.

The trial participants dispersed and walked down the street. As a gust of wind blew, withered yellow leaves fell, and they finally could not hold back their emotions.

"The pride of the past, the glory of being invincible in one region, means nothing here. The struggle for the Emperor's Path is only a battlefield for a select few; it's too cruel for us. We are just pathetic passersby and the dead..."

The autumn wind howled mournfully, and figures, filled with resentment and pain, and a sense of desolation, chose different coordinates in the starry sky and disappeared from this place.

As the night passed, the ancient city was much less crowded. Those who chose to stay felt a mix of sadness and determination.

"The path of cultivation is long and arduous; until the very end, no one can say who the winner will be! Besides, what does it matter if there are divine restrictions? They don't belong to just one person; sooner or later, everyone will have to step onto them!"

The remaining ninety-odd people were ambitious, believed in their potential, and thought that they were just not yet at the right level and could gradually grow and eventually become legends. Of course, there were also some who were only there to hone their skills, not to achieve enlightenment, but to return to their homeland after they became saint kings or great saints in the future.

Ning Qingyi naturally had no idea; he didn't take these things to heart, because on the ancient path, it was hard to imagine anyone of his generation being able to oppose him. And those of the higher generation rarely had rivals either, with only a handful of Great Saints who were difficult to contend with. "Clang..."

Three more days passed. The great bell tolled softly, and the trial participants who had embarked on the ancient starry road, full of energy, entered the next battlefield under the guidance of the guides. At the same time, a few young prodigies from the native inhabitants also followed.

"brush!"

The divine gate shone brightly, and one by one, the trial participants followed, heading towards the ancient trial field connected behind the gate.

This is a vast and desolate land, boundless and magnificent, where many ancient and strange creatures have left their traces, terrifying beyond measure.

As soon as everyone entered, they sensed a special charm.

"It seems that the great principles within this world prioritize strength," someone remarked with a surprised expression.

"Those with unparalleled physical strength will thrive even more here," some asserted.

Ning Qingyi also sensed it. There was an endless power surging in the world, resonating with his golden body. Blood flowed all over his body, like thunder!
As he walked deeper into the battlefield, he closed his eyes to comprehend the natural world and grasp the Dao of Power. His blood and essence surged throughout his body, like a giant mountain moving, pressing down on the ancient ground and making it rumble as if it were about to sink.

Without a doubt, this is a precious training ground that can strengthen the physical body of practitioners.

In addition, there are many spiritual lands here, each with its own unique features, which greatly help Ning Qingyi in cultivating his dantian Dao soil.

The Earth of All Things is too mysterious and unfathomable. Even he cannot fully comprehend it. He can only use all things in the world to adjust it little by little and lay the strongest foundation.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. He had collected many ancient medicines and obtained many rare treasures. He even accidentally stumbled into an ancient temple and obtained a powerful inheritance from it.

Buddhist supernatural powers of knowing past lives!
This is a Buddhist supernatural power that is no less profound than the "Previous" Secret. If one achieves mastery of it, one can foresee the future of several individuals and know their own fortune and misfortune. It is of great help to practitioners.

Of course, Ning Qingyi had accumulated some knowledge, after all, he had mastered too many forbidden profound techniques, and he also held the key to the supreme path of destiny, the Lesser Destiny Technique.

He also entered an ancient cave, tasted a rare primordial magnetic fruit, and his physical body underwent a baptism, becoming as clear as a mirror or a divine glass mirror, shining brightly. He also cut off a part of the ancient vine that bore the rare fruit and planted it in his dantian.

Finally, he tore through the cage and stepped into a place of brilliant stars. Then he traversed the void, gazing at the ancient life-bearing stars that were now lifeless in the universe, and feeling the terrifying power of transformation.

"Huh! They actually chose this place to undergo their Saintly Tribulation!"

Suddenly, he sensed something and discovered that Di Tian and Fairy Qing Shi, who had also torn through the prison, were undergoing their Saint Tribulation here.

Ning Qingyi observed quietly for a while before leaving.

No one dared to fight him in this trial ground; everyone tacitly avoided him. Only the trial ground itself could give him a hard time.

Not only that, but in the third, fourth and subsequent levels, no one dared to fight him. As he progressed through the levels, fewer and fewer people joined him. In the end, only a handful of people, such as Di Tian and Fairy Qing Shi, remained.

Finally, he reached the tenth level.

(End of this chapter)