Chapter 15: The Secret of Xingzi, Gambling on Stones in the Divine City
Time passed moment by moment, and I don’t know how long it had passed. By the time He Lang woke up from the inheritance, the Beginningless Sutra had already restored its tranquility.
Recalling the No Beginning Sutra, He Lang couldn't help but think of a sentence in his heart: "Who is the peak at the end of the immortal road? The sight of the Beginningless Way will become empty."
The No Beginning Sutra explains that the universe began from nothing. The changes that have occurred, the birth and origin of all things, are not the avenue of time as he guessed. The avenue of time is just a part of the Beginningless Emperor's path, a kind of change.
He turned his head to look at the Black Emperor, and found streaks of white mist coming out of its head!
He Lang: "..."
The Black Emperor's Qi has also become extremely chaotic, and his foundation has obviously been disturbed by the Beginningless Avenue.
“Ha!”
He Lang let out a soft drink, which reached the Black Emperor’s ears like a yellow bell, awakening the crazy Black Emperor and interrupting his participation. Enlightenment.
"Xiandao, why is Xiandao missing..."
The Black Emperor broke free from the Shishi Emperor's way and murmured to himself.
"Return to the Immortal Way, and if you continue to practice, you will be able to see the Great Way." He Lang said angrily.
Hei Huang was shocked when he heard this, and quickly checked his body and found that all the sources in his body were out of order and had gone astray.
"The Beginningless Sutra is not suitable for you. You should not force yourself to comprehend it, lest you become a Taoist one day." He Lang warned.
This scripture does require incredible talent to stay on the right path.
The Black Emperor did not speak harshly, but silently nodded his head.
It took a long time for it to adjust, with a little loss in its eyes.
Seeing He Lang get up, it followed behind.
The footsteps of a person and a dog sounded in the silent purple mountain.
"Do you think there are immortals in the world?" Black Emperor suddenly asked.
Obviously, this experience made it feel confused, and the person in front of it was an outstanding person who had opened the Beginningless Scripture by his own power. His talent was astonishing in ancient times and today. It wanted to hear the thoughts of this outstanding person.
"Yes." He Lang said affirmatively.
The Black Emperor did not ask him why he was so sure. His footsteps became brisk and he disappeared after a while.
He Lang looked at its retreating figure and smiled.
At the same time, I also feel that all of Zhatian Emperors are a bit cheating.
He was as powerful as the Great Emperor Wu Shi, and he broke into the world between the immortal realm without saying a word, which made the ignorant dog on tenterhooks.
He Lang came to Cai Laodao's retreat and found that it was filled with vitality and the aura of death had faded away. He turned around and left, finding a place to continue practicing.
In the holy cliff of Donghuang, a figure exactly like He Lang is walking on the holy cliff. It is the split soul of He Lang.
The split soul is strolling all the way. When he arrived at a sarcophagus, none of the emperor's formation patterns were triggered on the way. Every step he took was on the path to life.
“Here comes the jar!” He Lang’s split soul shouted softly, which reached He Lang’s heart.
He Lang activated the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar and opened a void passage in the Purple Mountain. Then the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar flew up, fell straight into the passage and disappeared.
In the holy cliff, a void passage emerged, and the sky-swallowing magic jar flew out and landed on the head of the split soul.
"Open!" The split soul injected boundless holy power into the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar, revived wisps of Ji Dao Qi, and pressed down towards the ancient coffin, suppressing the things inside.
Then he opened the sarcophagus and ignored the corpse-turned-sacred body inside. Instead, he looked at a complicated Taoist diagram on the lid of the sarcophagus.
It is also a world-shattering magical technique created by Xiaoyao Tianzun, one of the Nine Heavenly Lords in the mythical age.
When the Xingzi Secret is completed, it can travel through all kinds of dangerous places and desperate places in the world. Even the formation pattern of the ancient emperor cannot stop it because it touches the mysterious and unpredictable realm of time.
At this moment, this supreme divine skill was engraved in the heart of He Lang's soul and turned into a foundation. In just a moment, He Lang's split soul mastered this supreme divine art. The complex innate dao diagrams intertwined under his feet. With one step, he walked out of the holy cliff. The ancient emperor's formation patterns were not triggered.
Then the separated soul returned, and after sealing the lid of the ancient coffin tightly, he stepped out of the holy cliff, crossed the void, and after falling in a few steps, he arrived at the Purple Mountain.
"Boy He, when did you go out?" Heihuang, who was walking, saw He Langfenhun walking in from outside Zishan, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Those who went out earlier." Fenghun responded casually and walked towards where He Lang was.
The Black Emperor didn't pay attention, but it stopped while walking and turned its head suddenly to look in the direction of He Lang.
"No, that guy just now was not that boy from He Lang. The smell was wrong." The Black Emperor turned around and ran in the direction of He Lang.
When it ran over, he saw He Lang's split soul walking into his body, and the two merged into one.
"Is this your clone?" Black Emperor asked with a surprised look on his face.
"That's right." He Lang said while receiving the fused memories.
"Can you teach me!" Hei Huang stepped forward and stared at He Lang with fiery eyes.
The Tao clone just now is exactly the same as He Lang in terms of origin and Tao behavior. Apart from it, I am afraid no one can tell the difference. It knows that this is a supreme secret technique, so it wants to learn it.
During the conversation, He Lang had already merged Xing Zi Mi.
"Okay." He Lang said, a divine light flew out from the center of his eyebrows and fell into the Black Emperor's mind.
The Black King's dog's face was filled with joy, but when it saw the method of practicing the secret art of soul sloughing, it instantly crossed its face.
"Are you kidding me? Divide the soul and kill it accidentally." The Black Emperor shouted, is this something a person can practice?
"This is how I practice. I've given you the secret technique. It's up to you whether you practice it or not. You just saw my split soul. Do you have any doubts?" He Lang was not angry. said.
The Black King thought about it, and after thinking for a moment, he still didn't practice. He felt that his life was not strong enough! There is no need to torture yourself.
There are no years of practice, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, a force of energy and blood as big as the ocean rushed out from the retreat place of Cai Laodao, and the sound of thunder came from the retreat place. , and then the power of Qi and blood converged.
The Yin Yang Pearl fell and was collected by Cai Laodao.
He walked out of the retreat and found He Lang who was chatting with the Black Emperor.
"Hei Huang, we are going out, do you want to come with us?" He Lang invited.
"You go, my transformation has not been completed yet, I need to stay in the Purple Mountain for another period of time." The Black Emperor thought for a moment and said.
“Okay.”
He Lang took Lao Dao Cai around the Purple Mountain and took a look at the No Beginning Sutra. When he heard that He Lang had received the inheritance, Lao Dao Cai was also excited. However, after He Lang demonstrated a Tao pattern to him, he He fell into silence because he couldn't understand anything at all and couldn't comprehend the true meaning.
He Lang also took him to take a look at the self-proclaimed Gu Tianshu, which made the veteran sigh.
He then mentioned that when he was in the starry sky, he once confronted Gu Tianshu and regarded him as a strong enemy. Unfortunately, Gu Tianshu disappeared later. He was always shaken by this, but he didn't When I think of goodbye, thousands of years have passed.
He Lang can't feel his hero-cherishing mentality. Along his journey, apart from the experience of being suppressed before awakening, he has also experienced the journey to the sky after awakening. There's no way to empathize at all.
The two walked out of the Purple Mountain, left the Northern Territory, returned to the Eastern Wasteland, and entered a sacred city.
The city of God is extremely prosperous, with all kinds of hawking going on. It is close to the Taichu ancient mining area, and stone gambling is popular.
Looking up at the Daoyi Holy Land Shifang in front of him, He Lang barked twice in his heart. Before he woke up, he once swore that he would be a dog if he entered Shifang again, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face now.
“This time, I will get back everything I lost!”
He Lang led Cai Laodao into the stone square.
I didn’t think so before, but now I’m writing and reading it and I realize that a lot of the plot in the later stages of Zhetian is an expansion of the content that appeared in the early stage
(End of this chapter)