Five months ago Author: Xun Chun Xu Zhou
Chapter 91: The Moral Spirit Script Stops at Five Thousand (Seeking Subscription!)
Chunyu Zhi's exclamations of admiration did not affect Chu Weiyang.
In that moment of enlightenment, he immediately fell into a state of true selflessness. Within his vast thoughts, only the inspiration flowing through his heart and mind remained, along with the overwhelming symbols that seemed ready to explode.
Thus, the primordial chaos gave rise to the Three Thousand Great Dao.
The refinement of a symbol is never limited to a single change. Accompanied by the eruption of inspiration, it surged into Chu Weiyang's heart, almost overwhelming him with a torrent of symbols undergoing extreme transformations.
In the next instant, after Chu Weiyang completed the first symbol with a flourish, just as he was about to continue writing, intending to inscribe it for a long time, suddenly, his wrist paused, and he burst into laughter, heedless of his surroundings.
Having obtained one, he forgot the Three Thousand.
All extreme transformations, in fact, trace back to the essence of this original spell. Having acquired this symbol, he had already grasped its complete transformations.
One is also ten thousand.
The one above, the ten thousand below.
A true sun settles over the sea of clouds.
In that fleeting moment, through this symbol, Chu Weiyang vaguely glimpsed the essence of Danxia, reminiscent of the grandeur of Tingchang Mountain!
At this moment, seeing Chu Weiyang's figure come to a halt, the overwhelming divine thought that had momentarily comprehended continued to flow along the restrictions, rushing towards the Law Sword, almost as if it were to transform into a blazing torrent, submerging Chunyu Zhi's true spirit that was bound by the chains of the restrictions.
After a sudden muffled groan, what echoed in Chu Weiyang's heart was Chunyu Zhi's labored breathing.
It seemed that the impact of this moment's essence was far more invigorating for Chunyu Zhi's true spirit than any pain could ever be.
That was the path of the symbol array she had once traversed, the road she had walked, and the peak of a certain realm where she had once gazed longingly at the highest essence.
In just a fleeting moment, she gasped for breath, the urgency in her breaths suggesting that there were a thousand words she wished to express, but in the end, when her voice fell, only a vague murmur remained.
In the next moment, as if something had stirred within him, Chu Weiyang suddenly threw the symbol brush onto the table. When he raised his palm, a stream of dark light emerged from his palm, swirling around. In an instant, that water light condensed into a symbol at Chu Weiyang's thought, and with a flick of his wrist, it transformed into a sharp arrow, rushing forth with even greater momentum than before.
When Chu Weiyang looked inward, within the great opening of his life palace, the Nine Faced Mysterious Turtle True Spirit, which was suspended above the cold pool, suddenly became dense and intricate within the mottled patterns interwoven among the nine turtle shells. Upon closer inspection, the imprint upon it was precisely the symbol that Chu Weiyang had condensed in his palm.
Within the Dao, one acquires a method; within the method, one comprehends a technique.
Indeed, it is so!
Having witnessed this step, Chu Weiyang suddenly began to extricate himself from that state of selflessness.
A clear and hearty laugh echoed once more from the quiet room, and at the same time, Chu Weiyang's palm descended, gently caressing the spine of the Law Sword.
In silence, Chu Weiyang's voice had already resonated on the other side of the restrictions.
Chu Weiyang's hoarse voice gradually emerged, and at the same time, within the Law Sword, Chunyu Zhi's labored breaths slowly became more relaxed.
When she spoke again, her voice was no longer the clear tone of the past, but perhaps for the first time, Chu Weiyang seemed to hear a hint of gentle affection in her voice.
Responding to Chunyu Zhi was the subtle sound of Chu Weiyang's fingertips rubbing along the sword's spine.
Outside the sea, in the Serpent Cave.
The dark mist enveloped the entire underwater Serpent Cave, and the continuous sound of thunder rumbled on, echoing for an unknown duration.
In the vast Serpent Cave, the serpent demons stood dazedly in place, allowing the turbulent currents of the sea to rush past, yet they did not move a single inch.
From beginning to end, they merely opened and closed their mouths mechanically, with vacant expressions.
But with the repeated chanting of the Heart-Eating Summoning Curse, as time passed, the eyes of those serpent demons grew increasingly bright. Even the most hideous and grotesque of beasts seemed to awaken their consciousness completely during this process, gaining abundant spiritual resonance.
At this moment, the long-watching Serpent Elder suddenly stepped out, leaning on his black wood serpent staff, and with just a few ghostly steps, he stood behind the equally dazed Master Mo.
When he raised his hand, the Serpent Elder's withered fingers pointed at the Baihui acupoint on Master Mo's head.
Following that, the Serpent Elder revealed a strange smile and began to chant in unison.
Strangely enough, just as the Serpent Elder's hoarse voice joined in, the originally thunderous rumbling sound suddenly diminished.
After a while, the disorienting dark mist dissipated.
In the vast Serpent Cave, the multitude of demons stood still, mechanically opening and closing their mouths, yet the entire cave was enveloped in a deathly silence.
In that place, only the Serpent Elder's weathered voice echoed continuously, as if from the very beginning, it had been the only sound.
Meanwhile, at Tingchang Mountain.
In the grand Dao Hall, it was as if a thunderclap suddenly exploded beside Danxia Laomu's ear.
In an instant, the originally serene Danxia Laomu, seated on the lotus platform, turned pale, and in a flash, she raised her hands, seemingly about to form a seal and chant a spell. However, before her hands could come together, her face suddenly turned a deep shade of green, and then a stream of dark blood spurted from her mouth. Her body shook violently, and she fell from the platform.
Looking again, the mirror wheel suspended behind the old mother, which had gathered boundless divine radiance, now appeared dimmer, and even the essence of the true sun that settled over the sea of clouds seemed to waver slightly. Upon closer inspection, it was evident that a corner of the vast sea of clouds had vanished in the reflection of the mirror wheel.
In the next moment, the old mother’s hair was disheveled and scattered, dark blood staining her collar, spreading out in layers, making her appear even more disheveled.
Then, a wailing sound, akin to a ghostly cry, echoed in the empty Dao Hall.
As her voice fell, Danxia Laomu almost used all her limbs to stand up from beside the platform.
In her murky eyes, crimson flames swirled, and in the next moment, her fierce aura surged upward, as if a violent wind swept through, causing her robes to flutter, and the entire Dao Palace seemed to groan under the weight of her presence.
In the next moment, like a gust of wind, Danxia Laomu stood at the entrance of the Dao Hall, ready to push the door open.
But just as her withered palm touched the door, suddenly, her rage seemed to dissipate like smoke, and she stood there, stunned as if doused with cold water.
In the depths of her being, the essence of long-term cultivation and divination suddenly warned her, and a thought surged in her heart—perhaps stepping out would bring true calamity upon her.
At her level of cultivation, the importance of impulse was greater than anything else.
In the blink of an eye, her rage extinguished, Danxia Laomu revealed a contemplative expression, as if nothing had happened. She turned around and gracefully returned to her seat on the lotus platform.
In the next moment, the old mother sat down in meditation, her long breaths continuous. If not for her disheveled hair and the bloodstains on her collar, one would think it had all been an illusion.
Meanwhile, within Tingchang Mountain.
In a secluded quiet room, a sound like metal striking stone suddenly rang out.
Upon closer inspection, it was a stone coffin that had been inexplicably pushed open from within.
Looking again, a young man sat up from inside, and upon careful observation, the young man's features bore a striking resemblance to the late Yan Jianming and the third elder of the Yan family.
Sitting quietly in the open coffin for a while, the young man finally seemed to awaken from a long slumber.
When he raised his eyes to look towards the east, a clear glimmer flickered in his gaze, suddenly revealing a tangle of golden flames and azure mist swirling past.
As the young man stood up from the stone coffin, a deep sigh filled with the weight of time echoed in the quiet room.
In an instant, two more days passed.
In the courtyard of the Dan Sect, the doors were wide open, and faintly, one could hear the sound of Qinghe playing the zither, producing exquisite melodies. Meanwhile, Chu Weiyang and Du Zhan sat across from each other in a pavilion, engaged in casual conversation.
More accurately, it was Du Zhan who was doing the talking.
Hearing this, Chu Weiyang calmly nodded, and before Du Zhan could say anything further, he flipped his hand and placed five thick stacks of symbols on the stone table.
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