Chapter 561 New Life
The ground in the gravel space was exposed, with densely packed broken strokes crawling on it.
Li Chuan glanced at these strokes.
He raised his head slightly, and the sound of the pot penetrated the wall. His eyes continued to go up the white jade steps. He saw the ruins of the palace, and Liu Yang stood among them, eyes half closed, as if he was comprehending something.
After a while, Liu Yang pulled out a sword, gestured, put it away, and pulled out all eight swords...
It turns out that not all monks sit down when they meditate.
What sound? Liu Yang seemed to notice something. He turned around and realized that what he heard was the sound of a pot.
"Li Chuan?" He shouted.
He received no response, and gradually the sound of the pot in his ears disappeared. He looked around, feeling a little worried. He took a step forward and then stopped. In the end, he didn't go any further.
Every place where the sound of the pot spread over began to tremble slightly.
Li Chuan's heart moved and he looked in the direction of the stone monument, so the ripples of the pot sound spread in the direction of the stone monument and then overflowed.
Every chip, every wear and tear on the stone tablet, all the details were presented to his eyes. Some of the words on it are still there, and some have been obliterated. He tried to deduce the obliterated words from the traces of wear.
The stone tablet was decomposed layer by layer in his eyes, until it was decomposed to the beginning, and the structure of the dots and horizontal lines was also trembling slightly. Then some dots and horizontal lines began to disappear, and some began to gather together, and finally some traces appeared in the field of vision.
It's a word.
Those words have disappeared with the decline of the stele, but the original inscriptions carved by Tian Suluo still have some traces in the stele. Those traces show some mottled words, although they are still blurry and missing, but But it can already be identified.
There is a gap in the way of heaven... The spiritual treasure... makes up for the gap... Yingfeng... prays for it to be refined into...
True Immortal Yingfeng?
Could it be that True Immortal Yingfeng was also here at that time?
Judging from these words, when the stone tablet was erected, the Lingbao had already been born, and it was possible that True Immortal Yingfeng was also here. Tiansu handed the Lingbao to her and asked her to refine it.
So Shenxia Tiansu chose this time as the end point, after that...
Will Tiansu, who knows everything later, still give the Lingbao to Yingfeng? Luoxia secret realm. It should be given. And it is very likely that the Lingbao is in the Luoxia Secret Realm. And now the Luoxia Secret Realm is about to be born. Could it be that the secret realm was born in advance because of Tiansu's plan, not the demon spirit? Or...
To find the magic weapon made from the spiritual treasure.
He was going to the Cangwu Wilderness, so...then he had to believe that the sect could get the magic weapon no matter what. It is best to go to Qin Tian Jian and then Si Shen Palace.
Maybe he doesn't have to worry about that.
Immortal Yunyi has gone.
Li Chuan took a deep breath and continued to think about it. After that, Tiansu was waiting here. He may have done something, or he may not have done anything. He just broke off a peach blossom and quietly waited for the person who killed him to arrive.
Then...
Li Chuan felt the ripples of the pot sound receding, and his eyes also receded, and then returned to the gravel. He took one last look at the ruins of the Immortal Palace.
In that glance, the ruins disappeared, and the beautiful fairy palace stood among the clouds and mist, with phoenixes singing and dragons leaping, and peach blossom petals falling down.
He returned to the gravel.
Under the light of the full moon, all the gravel was under his control. His eyes passed over the pieces of gravel, no, no jelly bugs, still no...
None.
Was it killed outright?
Li Chuan was very calm. He felt that he shouldn't be so calm. He had been looking for the jelly bugs for so long day and night, but they were long gone. He should be irritable, even angry. But he didn't, as if he knew the result from the beginning.
Debris surrounded him.
He closed his eyes and listened quietly for a while to the sound of the pot. Half asleep and half drunk, he reached out his hand and reached into the moonlight. He searched inside for a while. Then he opened his eyes again. At that moment, a piece of gravel appeared in his palm.
This is it.
The broken strokes squirming on the ground began to tremble.
This piece of gravel is the final resting place for jelly bugs.
The gravel decomposed layer by layer in Li Chuan's eyes, and the broken strokes gathered together and crawled on his palm. They clustered around the edge of the gravel one by one, twisting and climbing up bit by bit. That's a picture. Li Chuan realized this. This should be the third picture. But there was no response from "The Classic of Patterns", and he couldn't see any meaning.
Surge, parasitism, and then what? Li Chuan thought, is it a split? Or copy? Or something else?
He stared at the pattern on the gravel, trying to memorize all its strokes.
Do you need his blood?
When this idea appeared in his mind, Li Chuan suddenly felt palpitations, and the sword array floating in the air became unstable. He quickly gathered his thoughts and tried to forget this thought.
A piece of peach blossom fell through the heavy gravel and fell in front of him.
Li Chuan couldn't help but look ahead.
Immortal Yunyi stood not far away with his back to him, peach blossoms falling from his shoulders.
His figure was somewhat illusory, shrouded in a thin layer of mist.
Is it a phantom?
"Immortal?" Li Chuan shouted.
"Zergs are immortal." A distant and ethereal voice sounded.
For a moment, the sound of the pot became softer.
"Xin Yuan cannot completely dissolve the zerg, and all methods in the world are ineffective against the worms. And the ancient immortal Tiansu, using his body as a cage, is trying to find a chance to kill the worms."
"In the end, he realized that the zerg are not living things. Since there is no life, there is no death."
"So to completely kill the zerg, we must first give it a chance to survive."
"Just like my way. If I still only pursue killing all existence and non-existence, then one day, my way will come to an end."
"I have already reached the end."
Li Chuan saw Immortal Yunyi raising his hand. What was he going to do? He saw that Immortal Yunyi stretched out his hand and broke off a peach blossom. Li Chuan felt that he was very drunk. He looked at the peach blossoms under the moonlight in confusion, which were dark, slightly pink, and floating diagonally.
That peach blossom cut through the moonlight.
Li Chuan saw the beautiful fairy palace again, with peach blossoms and snow floating in it.
At this time, the entire Xuanshui Mountain was covered with snow. The snow falls silently on the undulating mountains and floats into the white jade spring. It is so thick that it presses on every piece of soil on every tree and among the clumps of weeds.
A peach blossom fell on the gravel in Li Chuan's hand and quietly disappeared into it. The broken strokes also disappeared into it, and the pattern finally became complete.
And Li Chuan saw the faint jelly bug again.
Snow is falling.
At some point the "Pattern Sutra" was opened in front of him, and the snow fell on it.
It is "生".
The last of the three main images.
Then the peach branch in Immortal Yunyi's hand penetrated the jelly insect, and the new buds on the peach branch first bloomed and then withered instantly.
The gravel cracked.
Li Chuan understood that this time the jelly bug was completely dead. From nothingness to life, and from life to death.
The surroundings became dark again.
Immortal Yunyi disappeared. The moonlight and the sound of the pot disappeared. The sword array spread out and all the rubble disappeared.
In the darkness and silence, Li Chuan understood everything.
(End of chapter)