All Heavens: Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts Starting from the Republic of China

The room was so quiet it felt somewhat oppressive.

Liao Xibai gently placed his hand on He Fengzi's crown.

At first, he remained calm.

But not long after, his brows furrowed slightly.

My breathing became heavy.

It's like someone suddenly walking into very deep water, with the surrounding pressure gradually squeezing in, forcing them to try their best to stay conscious.

Li Junfeng's expression immediately changed.

He took half a step forward.

"gentlemen?"

The old Taoist priest Feng Xuan also gripped his peach wood sword tightly and said in a low voice.

"Don't rush. It's not chaotic yet."

Fu Zeling activated his spiritual vision and stared intently at Liao Xibai and He Fengzi.

In his perception, the mental fluctuations emanating from Liao Xibai were gradually resembling those of He Fengzi.

It's not about devouring.

It's not oppression either.

It's like two streams that were originally flowing separately, now trying to find a way to merge.

He Fengzi's mental state is very erratic.

Scattered, jumping, upside down.

Like pieces of paper torn in the wind.

Liao Xibai was different.

His divine sense was peaceful, profound, and clear, like a lamp slowly illuminating the chaos.

suddenly.

Liao Xibai paused in his breathing.

Everyone's hearts tightened.

But the next moment, his brows slowly relaxed.

His breathing, which had been slightly heavy, gradually became steady.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes closed, her expression peaceful.

It looks like she's asleep.

It was as if I had fallen into some kind of very deep dream.

The old Taoist priest Feng Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's done."

Fu Ze looked at him.

Feng Xuan lowered his voice.

"Mr. Liao's divine sense should have successfully connected with Crazy He's mind."

Li Junfeng still hasn't relaxed.

He stared at Liao Xibai as if he would immediately pull Liao Xibai back if he did anything wrong.

Zhao Rui also fell silent.

He held the gun in his hand, but his finger was not on the trigger.

Everyone inside the room began to wait quietly.

At this time.

Liao Xibai is no longer in that room.

At least, he was not conscious.

He felt as if he had sunk into a strange space.

The surrounding area is colorful, yet hazy and indistinct.

There was no ground beneath my feet.

There was no sky above.

Only vast swathes of chaotic white mist were slowly flowing.

Amidst the mist, clusters of light floated.

Some are big, some are small.

Some were bright, some were dim.

On the surface of each ball of light, images subtly flow.

He Fengzi's face.

The ridges between fields in Hewan Village.

The eaves of the land temple.

Mud.

Ant.

Leftover cold rice.

The villagers' disgusted looks.

There are also many broken, chaotic, and unrelated things.

Liao Xibai understood that this was deep within He Fengzi's consciousness.

Human memory is not a neatly arranged book.

Especially people like Crazy He who are mentally unstable.

His memories are more like a pile of papers scattered by the wind.

Some parts are complete.

Some parts are missing.

Some are even indistinguishable in order of priority.

Liao Xibai did not rush to reach out.

He simply stood in the white mist, slowly sensing it.

The innate divine sense spread out like ripples on water, gently brushing over those orbs of light.

He saw He Fengzi running by the field when he was a child.

Seeing him carrying grain for others when he was young, sweating profusely but still grinning foolishly.

When he saw someone in the village give him a bowl of rice, he squatted down by the door and ate it all up.

I also saw some gloomy and broken scenes.

quarrel.

The sound of crying.

A dilapidated house.

hunger.

Illness and pain.

There was also someone whose face was obscured, who pointed at him and cursed.

Those memories are too fragmented.

Liao Xibai did not linger.

What he was looking for was the land temple in Hewan Village.

This was the source of the first time that Crazy He ate the filthy soil.

One after another, clusters of light streaked past.

Suddenly, he stopped.

There was a ball of light ahead, dimmer than the surrounding ones.

A small earth god temple appeared on the surface.

Behind the temple, there was a dilapidated shack.

Beside the shack, a ragged figure was squatting with his knees drawn up to his chest, lost in thought.

What a madman he is.

Liao Xibai stared at the ball of light.

He could sense that this memory was crucial.

So he raised his hand and gently reached inside.

next moment.

A tremendous pulling sensation came over me.

The white mist, the clusters of light, and the colorful chaotic space all flew away quickly.

Liao Xibai seemed to have been swallowed up by that memory.

……

After He Fengzi went mad, he wandered around Hewan Village.

The villagers called him Crazy He.

Many people have almost forgotten what his original name was.

Some elderly people still remember that he wasn't actually a bad person when he was young.

It's just bad luck.

No one was home, and his mind gradually became unclear. First, he started talking nonsense, and then he completely went insane.

He the Madman doesn't hit or curse people.

When they got hungry, they would go to the village to beg for food.

Someone kind-hearted gave him a bowl of leftover rice.

Some people thought he was dirty and chased him away with a broom.

He just chuckled.

They ran away after being hit.

When we got tired of running, we would squat down by the edge of the field and watch the ants move their food.

Sometimes I can spend most of the day looking at it.

The wind blows across the rice paddies.

The dog ran past him.

The child hid in the distance and threw clods of dirt at him.

He wasn't angry.

He simply bent down, picked up a clod of dirt, looked at it in his hand for a while, and then threw it back on the ground.

One day, he wandered to the land temple in Hewan Village.

The local earth god temple wasn't very big.

The old walls and blue tiles are covered with half-damp and half-dry incense ash in the incense burner at the entrance.

Wild grass grew in the corner of the wall.

Behind the temple, there was a dilapidated shack.

That shack was originally a place where villagers would store miscellaneous items.

Later, no one used it anymore. The roof leaked, the wooden planks became moldy, and there were some rotten straw and old cotton wadding inside.

Crazy He crawled inside.

It rained that day.

He was soaking wet and shivering with cold.

It wasn't warm inside the shack.

It can at least block the wind.

He curled up inside and fell asleep.

From then on, Crazy He often stayed here.

During the day, he went out for a stroll.

Sometimes he would go to the village entrance to beg for food.

Sometimes I go to the edge of the fields to look at the water.

Sometimes I would squat at the entrance of the local temple and watch the worshippers come and go.

That evening, he returned to the shack behind the temple.

The days passed by.

Nobody really paid him any attention.

He's just a madman.

There are too many people like this in chaotic times.

Living is like being a tattered rag that nobody wants.

If someone dies, the villagers just dig a hole and bury them.

He Fengzi himself didn't know how much time had passed.

For him, today is no different from yesterday.

I'm hungry, let's eat.

I'm sleepy, time for bed.

It's cold, so I'm curling up.

It's hot, so I sit in the shade of a tree.

Until one night.

It was very windy that day.

The shack's roof leaked air, and the tattered straw curtains rattled loudly in the wind.

He Fengzi couldn't sleep.

He crawled out of the shack and staggered into the local temple.

It was very dark inside the temple.

Only a wisp of incense remained before the shrine, still faintly glowing red.

The clay statue of the Earth God sits on the altar.

He was short and stout, with faded red paint on his face.

He looks kind and gentle.

He Fengzi looked up for a long time, then suddenly chuckled.

"You sleep too."

He said.

"I'm going to sleep too."

After saying that, he actually climbed onto the altar, curled up next to the clay statue of the Earth God, and fell asleep against the shrine.

This is extremely disrespectful.

If the villagers saw him, they would definitely drag him down and beat him up.

But no one saw it that night.

The wind blew in through the cracks in the temple door.

The last embers of the incense slowly went out.

Darkness completely enveloped the earth god temple.

I don't know how much time passed.

The clay statue of the Earth God on the altar suddenly moved slightly.

It's very light.

Like something awakening inside a clay sculpture.

next moment.

Wisps of black smoke seeped out from the cracks in the clay statue.

The paint on the face of the originally kind-looking earth god clay statue began to peel off.

Two points of blood-red light slowly appeared at the location of the eyes.

That is not the light of the gods.

It is not the light of incense and prayers.

Instead, it was a mad, twisted, and manic evil light.

The clay figure's lips were slightly parted.

From the crack, several tiny black tentacles emerged, wriggling slowly like worms.

If someone with discerning eyes were here, they would see it at a glance.

This is definitely not a normal land grant.

It is not a righteous god protecting the village.

But He Fengzi didn't know.

He was half asleep, still mumbling to himself.

"Hungry……"

"I'm so hungry..."

The clay statue slowly lowered its head.

Those blood-red eyes were fixed on He Fengzi, who was huddled on the altar.

Black mist swirled around.

The whiskers twitch.

For a fleeting moment, the chilling aura inside the earth god temple suddenly intensified, as if it were about to swallow He Fengzi whole.

But it didn't.

The light in his blood-red eyes flickered.

It was as if, amidst the chaos, something had suddenly come to mind.

"what……"

From the mouth of the clay statue came hoarse, strange sounds.

It doesn't sound like a human voice.

It doesn't sound like a divine being speaking.

It was more like many things crammed into a broken mud shell, all uttering indistinct whispers.

"The He family...descendants..."

He Fengzi was awakened by the noise and opened his eyes.

He stared blankly at the clay statue of the Earth God.

"Who?"

The clay statue stared at him.

"You... you've gotten like this?"

He Fengzi tilted his head.

"Hungry."

The clay statue remained silent for a while.

Black energy surged around it.

The tentacles extended from its mouth and then slowly retracted.

It was as if it was talking to Crazy He.

It was as if he was talking to himself.

"Are you crazy?"

"Have you gone mad?"

He Fengzi did not answer.

He just rubbed his stomach.

"Hungry."

Something extremely complex seemed to flash in the blood-red eyes of the clay statue.

It's like a remnant of old memories.

It's like a vague memory left after being shattered by madness and pollution.

"The ancestors of the He family..."

"I have been kind to you."

"We have a relationship."

"For the sake of our family's long-standing friendship..."

The clay statue's voice grew softer and softer.

It's getting increasingly bizarre.

"I'm giving you a stroke of good fortune."

He Fengzi couldn't understand.

He just chuckled.

"Food?"

The clay statue did not respond.

The next moment, its body suddenly shuddered violently.

Click.

Click, click.

The surface of the clay statue is cracked with fine fissures.

The cracks spread rapidly, from the chest to the shoulders, from the neck to the cheeks.

The cracks are not filled with soil.

Instead, it was writhing, dark red flesh and blood.

There were also countless tentacles, squeezing and tumbling inside, as if trying to crawl out of the clay shell of this earth god.

A putrid, damp, and sweet-smelling odor instantly filled the entire earth god temple.

But He Fengzi was not afraid.

He even took a deep sniff.

"fragrant."

The clay statue's mouth slowly opened.

It's not opening normally.

Instead, it tears apart to both sides.

The crack stretched from the corner of his mouth all the way to near his ear, revealing the dark red, wet, and slippery flesh inside.

The tentacles emerged from its throat, only to be pushed back in by something.

Followed by.

The clay statue of the Earth God emitted a strange vomiting sound.

"vomit……"

"Ugh..."

The sound was dull and sticky.

It was as if something heavy was being forced out from deep within its body.

next moment.

A large clump of dark red, damp soil was spat out from its cracked mouth.

pat!

It landed on the offering table.

The soil was sticky and bright red, as if it had just been pulled out of blood.

It was still emitting a faint warmth.

Next up was the second group.

The Third Regiment.

Fourth Regiment.

more and more.

Large clumps of wet red clay kept gushing out of the mouth of the clay statue of the Earth God, piling up on the altar and dripping down the edge of the wooden planks.

The stench was mixed with a strange, sweet fragrance.

Crazy He squatted down beside him, his eyes gradually brightening.

He swallowed hard.

The clay statue of the Earth God looked down at him.

Blood-red eyes glowed eerily in the darkness.

"Eat."

"It's delicious."

"This is just for you."

If any normal, ordinary person saw this scene, they would probably be so terrified they'd wet themselves on the spot.

late at night.

Earth God Temple.

The once kind-looking clay statue of the Earth God came to life, its body cracked, surrounded by black mist, with fleshy tentacles wriggling in the cracks, its mouth splitting open to its ears, constantly spitting out large clumps of dark red wet mud.

This is hardly a blessing from the gods.

It is clearly an evil spirit manifesting itself!

But He Fengzi has already gone mad.

His mind can no longer be measured by the thinking of a normal person.

He felt no fear.

I don't find it disgusting.

The stench and sweet fragrance emanating from the dark red, damp mud mingled together, creating an indescribable allure in his nostrils.

Fragrant.

Really fragrant.

It smells even better than the stewed meat at Old Wang's house at the village entrance during the Spring Festival.

It tasted even better than the leftovers others gave him.

It tasted even better than anything I'd ever eaten in my dreams.

He Fengzi's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and suddenly he clapped his hands and burst into laughter.

"It's delicious!"

"May the Earth God give me something delicious!"

He knelt on the altar, stretched out his dirty hands, grabbed the clump of dark red, wet mud, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sticky red mud covered his face.

His fingers were also covered in grime.

He didn't care at all.

chew.

Swallow.

Arrest them again.

Eat some more.

It's like someone who's been starving for a long time finally seeing a table full of delicious food.

"Thank you, Earth God!"

He the madman ate while shouting incoherently.

"Delicious, so delicious!"

The clay statue of the Earth God looked down at him.

In his blood-red eyes, a mad and sinister light flickered.

The torn corners of his mouth seemed to stretch even wider.

It looks like he's laughing.

The red, wet mud on the offering table was quickly eaten clean by Crazy He.

He even picked out the bits of mud that fell into the cracks in the wooden planks with his fingernails and stuffed them into his mouth.

The clay statue of the Earth God seemed very satisfied with this scene.

"it is good."

Its voice was hoarse and murky.

"This god bestows upon you a great fortune."

"And also help this god... become stronger."

Black and red tentacles slowly wriggled in the cracks on its body, as if breathing in sync with the sound.

"We... complement each other."

"When I ascend to a higher rank, you too will be able to...ascend to heaven along with me."

When it uttered the last few words, the madness in its bloodshot eyes almost overflowed.

That's not the look a normal deity should have.

That was a twisted kind of greed.

A morbid fanaticism that regards pollution as a blessing, devouring as a spiritual practice, and the entire earth as its own body.

Of course, Crazy He couldn't understand it.

He just sat on the altar, his mouth covered in red clay, chuckling foolishly.

"tasty."

"I want more."

The clay statue of the Earth God slowly raised its head.

It seems to be looking out of the earth god temple.

It's like looking down into the distance, into the underground.

"Alright."

"This deity must continue to digest and cultivate."

The black energy inside the clay statue began to contract inward.

The flesh and tentacles from those cracks gradually retreated back into the depths of the mud shell.

"When I open my eyes again..."

"I hope you can help me spread enough divine soil."

"Create a divine realm large enough."

The last word fell.

The temple suddenly felt cold.

Those blood-red eyes slowly dimmed.

The clay statue returned to its original kind and benevolent appearance.

Only a few dark red mud stains remained on the offering table.

Crazy He sat next to him, licking his fingers.

Then, contentedly curled up into a ball and fell asleep against the shrine.

It felt like I was having a sweet dream.