Covering the Heavens: Fishing for the Heavens Starting from the Great Accomplished Holy Body

Chapter 106 Great Harvest: Four Divine Artifacts, Cultivating Chaos in the Sea of ​​Bitterness!

Li Qingshan raised his hand and summoned the primordial essence of the other shore into his palm.

It feels warm and heavy to the touch, with an indescribable sense of weight.

He could sense that this primordial energy contained an extremely vast amount of power, as well as a faint trace of Daoist charm.

That was the "Yi" (易) principle that Hong Yi sought throughout his life, and the obsession that led him to create the Book of Changes and write his own theories.

Although it was completely refined at this moment, that trace of Daoist essence did not dissipate, but instead merged into the origin of chaos, becoming a part of it.

Just as he was about to carefully sense it, his brows twitched slightly.

In the void, where Hong Yi's figure had disappeared, four more orbs of light silently appeared.

The light was dazzling and ancient, unlike the original source of the other shore, carrying a more concrete, artifact-like aura.

Those were four true divine artifacts. After Hong Yi was refined, they lost their master and are now floating in the void, slowly revealing their true forms!

The first thing is a huge palace.

The entire temple is a chaotic color and has nine layers, each layer inscribed with countless ancient runes.

The temple doors were wide open, and inside one could vaguely see the phantom images of countless sages sitting upright, some writing books, some preaching, and some deducing the secrets of heaven.

That is the Hall of Saints, a supreme artifact crafted by Hong Yi by gathering the wishes of all living beings and integrating the Dao of various schools of thought, carrying his grand ambition of "everyone becoming a dragon".

The second item is a weathered ancient bridge.

The bridge is made of some kind of divine stone, and it is covered with traces of time, each mark seemingly recording a thrilling battle.

Beneath the bridge flows an illusory river, its waters flowing slowly, carrying a sense of desolation, a feeling of time passing and years never returning.

The bridge to the other shore connects the past, present, and future. Stepping onto this bridge allows one to glimpse the many possibilities in the long river of time.

The third item was three huge stone tablets.

They float in a triangular shape, each piece reaching a height of hundreds of feet, their entire bodies a dark gold color. The stele is covered with dense cracks, yet it still exudes a terrifying aura that has suppressed the ages.

Each stele bears the ancient character "immortal" inscribed on its surface!

The Immortal Monument, an ancient treasure, is said to be a divine object used by ancient powerful beings to suppress the four poles of heaven and earth. When the three monuments appear together, they can stabilize the earth, water, fire, and wind, and reopen the world.

The fourth item is a giant roulette wheel.

The wheel has six tracks, each slowly rotating. With each rotation, countless beings are reborn, die, rise and fall within it.

The Great Liberation Wheel represents Hong Yi's ultimate understanding of the word "reincarnation." As the wheel spins, it can cast all living beings into reincarnation, from which they can never escape.

The four divine artifacts floated silently, each emanating a different Daoist charm, yet they subtly echoed each other, as if they were jointly protecting something.

Li Qingshan's gaze swept over the four artifacts, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"The Temple of All Saints, the Bridge to the Other Shore, the Immortal Monument, the Great Wheel of Liberation —"

He used his divine sense to probe into them, carefully perceiving the essence of each divine artifact.

The Hall of Saints is based on the wishes of all living beings and integrates the teachings of various schools of thought. Its power level in the world of Shrouding the Heavens is comparable to that of a supreme artifact, and even approaches the threshold of an imperial weapon.

The bridge to the other shore contains the way of time; though incomplete, it has already touched the edge of the laws of time.

The illusory river beneath the bridge is actually a projection of the river of time. If one can decipher its mysteries, perhaps he can increase his speed to a higher level and step into the path of time.

The Immortal Monument is the most mysterious. The dense cracks on the three steles are not damage, but natural Dao patterns.

Each crack records a piece of ancient history, a creation of the world. When the three steles are combined, they can suppress the destiny of a region.

The Great Liberation Wheel is the pure path of reincarnation, the cycle of the six realms, and the cycle of birth and death.

Although there is no true reincarnation in this world, this divine artifact is an extremely powerful weapon of attack. Once activated, it can cause enemies to lose their way in the cycle of reincarnation and be condemned to eternal damnation.

"These four divine artifacts are all no weaker than the previously acquired supreme artifact, the Broken Army Spear, and their functionality is even more outstanding. If they were placed in the world of Shrouding the Heavens, they would be enough to drive those ancient aristocratic families mad!"

"However, the greatest value of these four divine artifacts lies in their ability to be incorporated into my Divine Treasury of Particles—"

Li Qingshan muttered to himself, then raised his hand and waved.

The Temple of Saints flew over first and was drawn into his mind's eye.

As soon as he entered the nine-story palace, it emitted a vast wave of willpower, which intertwined with the divine soul power in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He could feel that this power of will was slowly seeping into the surrounding particles, and those originally dim but now awakened particles seemed to be summoned and began to tremble slightly.

Next is the bridge to the other side.

Li Qingshan guided it into his legs, and the mottled ancient bridge transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into his lower limbs.

The illusory river of time beneath the bridge merged with his own blood, and with each blood circulation, it stirred up a faint ripple of time.

The dormant particles in my legs began to light up, emitting a soft glow.

The most solemn of all is the immortal monument.

Li Qingshan guided it into his spine, and the three huge stone tablets transformed into three dark golden rays of light, arranged in sequence along the spine.

The naturally formed cracks on the monument overlapped with the patterns of his own bones, and a sense of overwhelming weight rose from his body.

The microparticles on the back reacted most violently, like sparks being ignited, lighting up in patches.

Finally, there is the Great Liberation Wheel.

Li Qingshan led it into the sea of ​​suffering, and the Six Paths Wheel sank into the golden ocean, slowly rotating.

With each rotation, countless tiny forces of reincarnation emanate from the wheel and merge into the surrounding waves.

The particles in the sea of ​​suffering also began to respond, and those long-silent corners gradually began to glow.

The four artifacts have each found their place, but their integration with the body is not something that can be achieved overnight.

Li Qingshan could clearly sense that this would take time, and that he would need to nurture and refine it slowly with his own Dao principles.

Even so, at the very moment of initial entry, the divine particles within his body that had previously awakened but had never been fully activated began to react.

Like stars that have been sleeping for eternity, they were now touched by the Daoist aura of the four divine artifacts, and one by one they burst forth with light.

The light, though faint, stretched out in a continuous line, from the center of the forehead to the legs, from the spine to the sea of ​​suffering, spreading along the entire body.

"Hong Yi, though you have vanished, your Dao continues in another form!"

After doing all this, Li Qingshan finally regained his composure and looked again at the primordial energy of the other shore in his palm.

Deep within this primordial energy, there exists an extremely faint ray of light, so faint as to be almost imperceptible, yet it stubbornly persists.

It does not emit light, does not generate heat, and does not even have any energy fluctuations. It simply floats quietly in the core of the primordial chaos, like a sleeping seed.

Those were things left behind by Hong Yi.

It is not the way of the I Ching, nor the will of sentient beings, nor the result of his lifelong cultivation.

More fundamentally, what sustained him on this path was his unwavering belief in the "Way of Change".

Li Qingshan remained silent for a moment.

"That's quite persistent!"

He muttered to himself, his palm trembling slightly.

That faint ray of light was stripped from the origin of chaos and floated in front of him.

Deprived of its source of nourishment, it appears even dimmer, like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any moment.

But Li Qingshan knew that this thing wouldn't go out easily.

It is the Dao that Hong Yi proved throughout his life, the source of his creation of the I Ching, his writings, and his struggle with heaven and earth.

Even if only this one wisp remains, it is still tenacious enough.

He raised his hand and summoned the three Dao Seeds he had caught at the foot of Mount Tai. They flew out of the Sea of ​​Bitterness and hovered beside him.

In the past, the Amitabha Sutra, with its dark golden scroll and ethereal image, exuded an aura of eternal stillness and true freedom.

Now, the Tathagata Sutra, with its jade-white illusory image, flows with an overbearing power that suppresses all dharmas and all phenomena.

The future is without birth, the hazy golden pages carrying endless variables and boundless possibilities.

The three Dao Seeds represent the highest level of Buddhist inheritance in the Yangshen World, each containing a profound understanding of the past, present, and future.

Li Qingshan placed the three Dao Seeds together with the wisp of obsession left behind by Hong Yi and quietly sensed them.

In the past, the Amitabha Sutra emphasized that "the past is unchanging," believing that the past is fixed and cannot be changed, and that only by realizing true reality can one transcend the past.

The Tathagata Sutra now emphasizes "not dwelling on the present," believing that the present moment is constantly changing and should not be clung to. Only by grasping the present moment can one subdue everything.

The Future Without Birth Sutra emphasizes that "the future is uncertain," believing that the future is full of variables and unpredictable. Only by uniting our beliefs can we create the future.

Three scriptures, three perspectives, all point in the same direction—transcendence.

Hong Yi's "Everyone is a Dragon" is exactly the opposite.

He did not seek transcendence, immortality, or to reach the other shore alone.

What he wants is for everyone to become stronger, for everyone to reach the other shore, and for everyone to become a dragon.

In his eyes, the past, present, and future are not obstacles to be overcome, but rather stepping stones for all beings to become powerful.

"The concept is indeed much more sophisticated!"

Li Qingshan nodded slightly, which was considered a fair assessment.

While the three Buddhist scriptures are indeed exquisite, they are ultimately methods for "self-salvation."

Hongyi's Dao, however, is about "saving people".

One saves himself, the other saves others; the difference in their abilities is immediately apparent.

Of course, lofty ideals do not necessarily equate to strong combat capabilities.

The path to salvation requires the response of heaven and earth, the approval of all living beings, and a long period of time to be verified.

The path to self-cultivation, however, can directly point to one's true nature, allowing for rapid ascent and reaching the pinnacle in the shortest amount of time.

Hong Yi was able to reach that level in just a few decades not only because of his talent, but also because of his unwavering belief in "helping others" that supported him in breaking through his limits time and time again.

Unfortunately, he encountered Li Qingshan.

A person who neither saves himself nor others, but only fishes for all living beings.

"Keep it for now, it might come in handy!"

Li Qingshan raised his hand, and the faint light, along with the three Dao Seeds, was taken into the depths of the Bitter Sea and stored separately.

He lifted the primordial essence of the other shore once more, his gaze falling upon the chaotic seed in his palm.

The seed still floated quietly, the nine illusory figures on its surface slowly turning, and the curled-up light embryo inside was sleeping peacefully, with each pulse releasing a faint chaotic essence.

"It's time to feed you!"

Without hesitation, Li Qingshan pressed the entire mass of Other Shore Origin directly onto the seed.

boom!

That feeling is indescribable.

The curled-up embryo of light inside the seed trembled slightly, and then, like soil that had been parched for a long time and was now receiving rain, it began to frantically and greedily absorb the surging source from the other shore.

The energy contained in the origin of the other shore is immense.

That was the essence of Hong Haobi's cultivation, the origin he gathered after reaching the peak of the other shore, and the torrent formed by the convergence of the spiritual power of the Yang God world.

At this moment, they all poured into the seedlings.

On the surface of the seed, the nine phantoms that recorded the ancient history of the creation of heaven and earth and the evolution of all things began to tremble violently.

In the first phantom image, chaos was first created, and the earth took shape. The earth became solid and substantial at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there really was a real earth evolving within it.

In the second illusory image, mountains rise and rivers flow. The contours of the mountains become clearer and clearer, and the direction of the rivers becomes more and more definite. You can even see the subtle water flow in the riverbed.

In the illusory image of the Dao, grass and trees sprout, all things flourish, one plant after another breaks through the soil, grows branches and leaves, blossoms and bears fruit, then withers, and then is renewed, in the endless cycle of reincarnation.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth —

Each phantom was evolving at an accelerated pace, becoming more and more real. It was no longer a phantom, but a small world taking shape.

Inside the seed, the curled-up embryo of light was also undergoing changes.

It began to stretch.

The baby, who had been curled up for so long, finally broke free of his restraints and slowly stretched out his limbs.

As it unfolds, streams of extremely pure chaotic essence surge forth from within the seed blade, only to be absorbed back into the seed. With each breath, the aura of the entire seed steadily rises.

I don't know how much time passed.

When the last trace of the other shore's origin was completely absorbed by the seed.

hum!

With a slight tremor, the nine illusory figures on the surface revealed the solidified world.

In the first illusory image, the earth had already taken shape, and the scene of the primordial chaos was frozen in a complete scroll painting of the earth.

In the second illusory image, the mountains, rivers, and veins are clearly visible, and Fang Xi can extract a complete map of the earth's veins from it at any time.

Within the illusory image of the first path, vegetation flourishes and all things grow. In the image of Naqu, the outline of the still-spirited Ya Shu is faintly visible, moving about.

The fourth to the ninth paths are also fixed at their most complete evolutionary form.

Nine illusory figures, nine scrolls, together form a complete epic from the creation of heaven and earth to the flourishing of all things.

And inside, there was a cluster of luminous embryos stretching out.

No, it should be called the Chaos Tree now.

A slender sapling, its entire body a chaotic color, broke through the core of the seed.

The tree trunk is no bigger than Ding Xuling, not much thicker than the thinnest toothpick, yet it gives people a feeling of standing tall and upright.

The bark is a deep, chaotic color, and its surface is covered with naturally formed street patterns. The patterns are intricate and complex, and each one contains an indescribable Taoist charm.

The tree crown has not yet taken shape, with only a few tender leaves. The underside of the leaves is a hazy color, with faint golden edges visible at the edges.

The leaves swayed gently, and with each sway, wisps of primordial energy escaped from the tips of the leaves, forming a hazy halo around the sapling.

The most unusual thing is the root system of the sapling.

Those roots were so thin they were almost transparent, yet they pierced through the seed's outer shell and extended into the void, as if searching for a place to take root.

Li Qingshan looked at the newly sprouted Chaos Tree sapling, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"It's finally sprouted."

He held the seed open, his mind stirred slightly, and his gaze fell upon the sea of ​​suffering.

The golden ocean surged and churned at our feet, the waves crashing against the Y-shaped embankment with a deafening roar.

Lightning flashed across the sky, purple arcs of electricity tearing through the void and illuminating the entire sea of ​​suffering.

In the center of the sea of ​​suffering, the spring of life gushes forth like a pillar. The spring water is golden, and each drop is as heavy as a mountain, containing a vast amount of vital essence.

Beside the Fountain of Life, two immortal herbs grow quietly.

One of them is the Starry Fairy Fruit Tree, which is entirely silvery-white, with a straight trunk and an umbrella-like canopy. Each leaf is cast from the stars below, shimmering with a faint starlight.

A few unripe fruits hung from the treetops, their skins pale blue, with faint shadows of galaxies visible inside.

The other plant is the Azure Dragon Immortal Medicine, shaped like a coiled azure dragon, with its head held high and its tail meandering, its entire body a vibrant green.

The dragon scales are fine and delicate, each one brimming with rich wood essence.

The dragon's mouth was slightly open, facing the direction of the life spring, as if it were drawing life essence contained in the spring water.

The two immortal herbs occupied the best positions on either side of the life spring, each breathing in and out their essence, without interfering with each other, living in harmony.

Li Qingshan carried the Chaos Tree sapling to the edge of the Life Spring, his gaze sweeping between the two divine herbs.

The Starry Immortal Fruit Tree occupied the east side, the Azure Dragon Immortal Medicine occupied the west side, leaving a clearing in the middle.

He raised his hand halfway, and the sapling floated lightly down into the open space.

The moment the sapling's roots touched the soil of the sea of ​​suffering, it seemed to have found its home and began to frantically take root.

Those delicate roots penetrated the soil, pierced through the rocks, and extended all the way to the depths of the sea of ​​suffering, becoming one with the entire golden ocean.

The Chaos Sapling trembled slightly.

The trunk was pulled up an inch, and a tender leaf sprouted from the crown.

Streams of pure chaotic energy surged from the sapling, mingling with the sea of ​​bitterness and merging with the golden waves.

The golden ocean rippled gently, as if the audience was cheering and celebrating.

Li Qingshan could sense that the entire Bitter Sea was undergoing some kind of subtle change.

The primordial energy of chaos resides in Cheng Shi, in Shi Xi, and permeates every corner of the sea of ​​suffering.

The illuminated particles absorbed the chaotic essence, making their light even more dazzling and their operation even smoother.

The unlit particles absorbed the chaotic essence, and their dormant state began to loosen, so the imitation mat could be awakened and lit at any time.

The two immortal herbs reacted even more directly.

The Starry Immortal Fruit Tree swayed gently, its crown glowing beneath the star-shaped leaves, greedily absorbing the chaotic essence sparsely released from the Chaos Sapling.

The Azure Dragon Immortal Medicine was prepared in this way: the dragon's head was held high, the dragon's tail swayed, and the entire plant was bathed in chaotic essence. The lush green dragon scales even shimmered with a faint halo of chaotic color.

The divine medicine of the Gangzhu and the aura of the Gangzhu coexist in the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

The Star Fruit Tree emitted a cool, clear starlight, the Azure Dragon Immortal Medicine exuded a warm, moist aura, and the Chaos Sapling breathed out a thick, chaotic essence.

The leaders do not interfere with each other, yet they subtly echo each other, forming a wonderful balance.

Li Qingshan looked inward into the sea of ​​suffering, observing the various medicinal plants each occupying their own territory, and still felt a sense of satisfaction.

Although the Bitter Sea is a small place, it can still be considered a blessed land.

The Chaos Tree sapling landed here, next to two immortal divine herbs, and as it slowly grows, it will always bring him surprises.

Just as he was about to leave, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

After the sapling took root, the speed at which it absorbed and exhaled chaotic essence suddenly increased.

Its roots penetrate the soil of the Bitter Sea, extending deep into the Spring of Life, drawing upon the golden spring water.

The tree trunk swayed gently, and the few tender leaves under the canopy shone, scattering dappled, chaotic light rain.

As the rain of light fell into the sea of ​​bitterness, the golden waves surged even more violently.

The illuminated particles, as if stimulated, frantically absorbed the chaotic essence, their speed increasing several times over.

And those dormant particles, nourished by the chaotic essence, began to loosen up.

Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Is this sapling already feeding back its parents right after it was planted?

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