Chapter 208 The Promised Land
The river formed by the magma was still flowing slowly, and from time to time sparks would leap out and crack, illuminating the mountainside.
Gu Zhuo walked in this dim light, walking towards the beating boulder, his steps were a little slow.
He was thinking about something, and a little bored.
Boredom is annoying.
He thought to himself, was he paying off debts in his life or for some other reason? Why did things keep coming one after another?
Or maybe all of this is the seed he planted back then, otherwise why would he be so pestered and repeatedly verify the Zen theory of cause and effect?
Time may not be able to drown out all problems.
The problem is that Gu Zhuo never remembers that he came to the wasteland or what he did.
"Don't you ask me?" he said suddenly.
Wang Ji was slightly startled and said, "Me?"
Gu Zhuo hummed.
Wang Ji understood what he meant. He was referring to what the viewer had said before. He shook his head and said, "You are just my old friend, and you are not anyone else. Why should I ask you about those tattered old things from many years ago?"
After Gu Zhuo was silent for a moment, he said: "That's right."
Wang Ji paused and said: "And there is a kind of true compassion in the world."
Gu Zhuo said: "Cut in two with one knife."
Wang Ji said: "It's a pity, it's too difficult."
Gu Zhuo suddenly laughed and said, "Yes."
After a few small talk, his steps became faster and no longer leisurely.
Yu Yang followed the two of them and couldn't hear any sound, because those words couldn't reach his ears at all, so he could only blindly infer and guess, becoming more and more nervous and frightened by it.
He could vaguely sense that... although the young man with the sword was extremely powerful and undoubtedly an ascendant, the one who could really make the decision at this time was the leader of the Destiny Sect who was doing business with him.
I don’t know how long it took until the end of the road.
Dozens of hundreds of lava rivers meet here, and then fall off the cliff into a waterfall.
The scattered light was like countless fireflies flying continuously on the rock wall, and finally folded its wings and disappeared without a trace.
Beyond the cliff is an infinite and quiet abyss, in which there is no flame sprayed by the falling magma, and even if one looks into it, there is no response.
The abyss did not look back.
Gu Zhuo didn't care at all.
Dozens of feet above the abyss, there is the huge stone that is no different from the heart. It is still beating at this moment, but the frequency and frequency have become much slower.
The emotion conveyed here is undoubtedly solemn.
Gu Zhuo no longer looked at the abyss, raised his head slightly, and looked at the boulder.
Half a quarter of an hour later, he suddenly asked Yu Yang: "Can it be stronger?"
Yu Yang whispered: "Yes, but the price of doing that will not only increase exponentially..."
He couldn't continue talking because he didn't know how to accurately describe what kind of situation it was.
Gu Zhuo didn't ask again.
"Then let's talk business."
His voice was exceptionally calm: "The method of sacrifice."
Yu Yang nodded to indicate that he understood, but he did not put the words into his mouth, but closed his eyes.
The next moment, the boulder suddenly started to rotate and was no longer quiet.
Along with its change, the originally calm river of magma suddenly boiled, and part of it was pulled out, forming dozens of pens held by the same will, jumping into the air beyond the cliff to write. Nearly 10,000 words of scripture.
The scriptures shone brightly, making the surrounding cliffs turn red, as if they were in the Red Lotus Hell.
The hot breath hits my face, and late autumn suddenly returns to midsummer.
Along with the heat wave comes the smell of blood.
The smell is so pungent that it penetrates directly into the mind, and a scene suddenly appears in front of people's eyes.
——The vast and silent wasteland is being scorched by the scorching sun. Countless corpses are thrown randomly on the earth. The soil is a rich brown color, which is not dazzling, but just a kind of numb silence.
At the end of the sight, there is a small mound rising suddenly, brewing a strong black color for some reason.
That's not black, it's endless mosquitoes and flies.
Swarms of mosquitoes and flies made deafening buzzing sounds, shattering the blazing sunshine, burying themselves deeply in the hills piled up by the heads of desolate people, and they were diligently carrying out a task. A great project - digging out honeycomb-like veins in this mountain.
Countless things like memory fragments, through this tragic scene and the scalp-numbing piercing buzzing sound, made the scriptures that Gu Zhuo witnessed no longer limited to the words, and went deep into the true meaning of them. .
When ordinary cultivators in the state of spiritual cultivation face this kind of situation, their minds will inevitably be greatly shocked and their souls will be lost.
Gu Zhuo has nothing to do with the word ordinary.
He watched all of this quietly, silently enduring this cruel scene that almost wreaked havoc on his mind, and suddenly recalled the statement he had heard not long ago about the meaning of breaking through the realm.
——Use the blood and fire in the wilderness to temper your body, mind, and soul, becoming the best in the world.
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A long moment of silence.
There is no time in the solitary mountain, only the indistinguishable morning and evening glow.
Yu Yang had already opened his eyes, lowering his head and not looking at the sacrificial scripture. His eyes fell on the lava that could not reflect his appearance, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Wang Ji's thoughts had already drifted away.
There are infinite laws in the world, and he seeks only one sword. It is indifferent to the scriptures forged by blood and fire.
Compared to this, what the viewer had said to him before was more interesting.
Just as he was thinking more and more deeply, just when he was vaguely about to touch a deeply hidden boundary, his mind suddenly moved.
Wang Ji subconsciously looked at Gu Zhuo, then was slightly stunned and speechless.
Gu Zhuo slowly opened his eyes.
As he met this human being again, the molten magma suddenly burst out with countless sparks, blooming as brilliantly as fireworks.
Among the thousands of sparks, he looked as if he was tipsy from drinking fine wine, and there was a little emotion in his eyes.
Wang Ji was surprised, but then he felt helpless and even felt sad. He sighed and asked, "Have you gained anything?"
Gu Zhuo nodded and said, "It's a worthwhile trip."
Wang Jiruo pointed out: "It seems that I can still meet you before I die and see a different scenery."
Gu Zhuo was very puzzled. He looked at him strangely and said, "Isn't this a sure thing?"
Wang Ji was startled and laughed out loud.
Gu Zhuo said: "Before I came here, I really didn't expect that this section of the road could be covered in this way."
Under normal circumstances, practitioners must spend a long time carefully polishing their own realm from the stage of spiritual cultivation to acceptance. There are no shortcuts.
Relatively speaking, very few practitioners are stuck at this stage and cannot move forward.
When Wang Ji heard this, he was immediately frustrated and thought to himself, what kind of chaotic speed of cultivation is this?
His expression remained very stiff and he asked casually: "What are you going to do next?"
Gu Zhuo didn't speak.
As he spoke, the sacrificial scriptures suspended above the abyss began to collapse and fall like rain.
The picture is beautiful.
The two people standing in front of the cliff watched quietly until the rain stopped.
Gu Zhuo's voice then sounded, answering the previous question.
"Keep your word."
Wang Ji felt bored when he heard this and said, "Then I won't join in the fun."
Gu Zhuo looked at him and said, "I'd like to return your favor by the way."
Wang Ji was slightly startled and a little surprised, but he didn't ask any more questions and said hello.
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Leaving that solitary peak, the wind and snow came again.
At that time, there was a faint morning light falling through the clouds, illuminating a bunch of flying snow and reflecting a few pedestrians.
Gu Zhuo seemed to have finished talking and stopped chatting with Wang Ji, remaining silent alone.
The king’s sacrifice doesn’t matter.
He has not left the wheelchair for many years. Today is a rare opportunity to go out and relax. Whether it is to see the scenery, take a walk or something else, it is a very good thing for him.
He enjoyed the feeling of stepping on the snow very much, but regretted that this was the incarnation of the soul and he could not feel all this more realistically.
At a certain moment, Gu Zhuo walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped.
The strong wind ruffled his robe, causing pain like a knife cutting him.
Falling continuously like this, passing through clouds and fog, and then meeting a few old trees growing on the cliff.
So his eyes were attracted by the dark cave next to him, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, without any chance of meeting him.
Until the bottom of the mountains.
Gu Zhuo looked at the upcoming ground and calmly snapped his fingers.
There was a snap.
The wind blew against the current, counteracting his falling force and stabilizing him.
Gu Zhuo tapped his footsteps lightly in the air, and suddenly moved forward through a dark canyon.
Then his feet landed on the snow-covered valley floor, or on the frozen lake, allowing the lingering cold fog to instantly submerge his figure completely.
This is one of the most terrifying climates in the depths of the wilderness for practitioners.
The cold mist seems to be ordinary and weak, and can be dispersed with a wave, but in fact it can be as pervasive as water, immersing every nook and cranny in the practitioner's body and soul.
When a practitioner realizes it, it has often reached the point of no return, and he can only watch as he turns into an ice sculpture.
Even the desolate people who have lived in this bad land all year round can't avoid it and are extremely panicked.
Yu Yang followed Gu Zhuo, took a brief look at the land, and lowered his head.
To bury one's head is also to lower one's head.
He closed his eyes, not letting any emotion show, and prepared to hear those words.
Sure enough, Gu Zhuo said as he wished: "This is it."
Yu Yang was silent for a moment and said seriously: "I understand."
From an objective point of view, there was no emotion in his tone at this time, whether it was anger or unwillingness.
Even if the other party trades the worst piece of land in the mountains for the secret method that the barren man has spent countless efforts on over the past hundred years, he will still be as submissive as a tamed sheep - even scratching people after being forced. Domestic cats are neither.
Gu Zhuo knew exactly what Yu Yang was thinking.
It doesn't matter.
He walked forward calmly, reached the middle of the lake, turned around and looked around the valley.
Finally, his eyes fell on Wang Ji's eyes and looked into his eyes.
Wang Ji was a little curious.
Gu Zhuo said: "I need your help later."
Wang Ji thought it was really over, and said: "Okay."
Hearing this, Gu Zhuo closed his eyes and said something silently.
This statement is unknown.
Only God knows, and the earth knows.
Everything must be heard.
then.
This valley ushered in a spring that had not lasted for countless years.
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That is not a short or long process.
All changes are visible to the naked eye.
At that first moment, the cold mist suddenly drifted away into the distance, no longer lingering on the ice, like a huge wave emptying.
Then came the wind.
The wind blows and the snow moves away.
The ice surface formed by the lake water is exposed to the skylight, exuding a touching blue color. The cracks contained in it are so charming, like the most exquisite works of art.
The stone located in a corner of the lake was originally black, just like the soil beside it. It exuded a childish and strong sense of new life, making it difficult for people to look away.
As the snow line continues to recede, the sunlight falling here is no longer cold, and the golden color it brings is so warm.
A soft sound.
It turns out the ice cracked.
Under the sunlight, the ice surface several feet thick melted silently, allowing the spring breeze to stir up the lake water.
Yu Yang was stunned.
He raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief, and turned his body in astonishment, constantly looking at the huge changes that had taken place in the valley, feeling that this must be a dream.
Suddenly, he lost his footing.
The lake water came into contact with his body, not embracing him gently and then submerging him.
The cold water poured in from his mouth and nostrils, bringing a bone-chilling chill that made him wake up instantly, but he still couldn't believe it was real, so he let his body continue to sink to the bottom of the lake, and then sink again.
Then, he raised his head in the lake, narrowed his eyes with hope and panic, and looked at the sky rippled by the lake water. The sky is so blue, and the falling sunshine is so gentle and dreamlike.
Yu Yang has seen the sky countless times in his life, but he has never seen such a beautiful sky.
Does it turn out that there is really such a porcelain blue in the mountains?
Just when he was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself...
A fat fish swam slowly towards him, his small eyes sparkling with curiosity. He lightly pecked his cheek, then quickly turned around, patted his tail and left, his disgust obvious.
Yu Yang was stunned again.
Countless emotions surged out of his heart, turned into wetness in his eyes, and were submerged by the lake water, leaving no trace behind.
He wanted to cry loudly, but the cold lake water had already poured into his mouth, drowning those who were ecstatic.
He wanted everyone to know that there was such a spring deep in the mountains.
Even if I die at this moment, I can still be happy about it.
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Above the lake.
Gu Zhuo never left the middle of the water, standing with his hands behind his back.
Wang Ji looked at his side face with extremely complicated eyes.
Gu Zhuo said: "The favor is returned to you."
After Wang Ji was silent for a moment, he shook his head and said, "Now I owe you a favor."
With his level, how could he not see the mystery in this scene?
For him, this is also a great and unprecedented opportunity.
"No need."
Gu Zhuo said calmly: "I said this is how the favor is returned, and that's what it is."
Wang Ji looked at him and wanted to say a lot.
However, when it came to my lips, every word became so heavy that I couldn't put it into my mouth.
Gu Zhuo said: "Actually, this doesn't mean much to you, so there's no need to put on such a front."
Wang Ji suddenly sighed.
Gu Zhuo was confused and asked: "What's wrong?"
Wang Ji looked into his eyes and said seriously: "You are really not a human being."
Gu Zhuo didn't want to speak.
"Don't get me wrong."
Wang Ji said word by word: "I'm really not scolding you, I'm saying that you are a god."
Gu Zhuo was silent for a while and said: "Then you should scold me."
Wang Ji was stunned and asked with a shocked look on his face: "So you still have such a bad habit?"
"...Are you stupid?"
Gu Zhuo didn't bother to pay attention, turned around, and walked towards the shore on the lake water.
He naturally changed the topic and said: "The thing I need your help with is the formation. Don't let random people find such a place."
"Okay."
Wang Ji was still struggling with the previous matter and said: "Isn't it okay to banish the immortal?"
Gu Zhuo said: "It's not a good idea."
Wang Ji thought for a while and said, "I think it's good."
As they spoke, the two of them had already arrived at the lakeside.
The conversation continues.
"What's so good about it?"
"That man had a poem back then."
"That person?"
"Listen to me first... In the white jade capital in the sky, there are five cities on the twelfth floor. Immortals are caressing my head, knotting my hair and granting me eternal life."
"First of all, this sentence was not written by the person you said, and then?"
Gu Zhuo looked at Wang Ji.
Wang Ji smiled and said: "If you are an immortal, why don't I let you caress your head and gain immortality?"
Gu Zhuo was speechless.
After a moment of silence, he did not say that sentence after all.
——How can anyone be banished to an immortal and not survive even ten years?
It won't help, so why say more?
At this moment, Yu Yang finally emerged from the lake, with a look of joy that could not be contained at all.
He stared into Gu Zhuo's eyes, his whole body was trembling, and his voice was so excited that he couldn't control himself: "I...I, I..."
The same word that is repeated over and over is both gratitude and praise, respect and worship, madness and madness.
Even if Gu Zhuo asked him to die at this time, he would be willing to die without hesitation.
"It's just a business."
Gu Zhuo's voice was as indifferent as ever: "That's all."
Having said this, he stretched out his left hand to the side.
Wait a moment before handing out the king's sacrifice.
Gu Zhuo held it.
Draw your sword.
A sword intent instantly enveloped the entire valley, leaving no gaps and no one could escape.
The next moment, there was a formation carved by the sword's will, deep into the stone wall of the valley, living and dying with it.
When the formation is broken, the valley is destroyed.
The whole process takes no more than half a quarter of an hour.
Snap.
The sword is sheathed.
Gu Zhuo put down his hand, his eyes showing unconcealable exhaustion.
In his current state, doing such a thing is ultimately too much and the burden is too heavy.
"You should leave too."
He said to Wang Ji: "If you don't leave, the whole Northland will really be in chaos, and things will be difficult to end."
Wang Ji said indifferently: "It won't happen to me anyway."
Gu Zhuo said seriously: "But I don't want to have too much to do with you."
Wang Ji thought that you had done a lot of things in your life, so he agreed with disgust and said: "Goodbye."
Gu Zhuo said: "See you in a few days."
The words stop here.
Wang Ji threw the waiter up.
Gu Zhuo caught it.
When he looked again, the even carefree and carefree young man was gone, as if he had never existed.
He raised his head and saw the clearly visible straight trace in the sky slowly dissipating along the way it came.
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Yishui, Jiangxin Island.
When the old man in the wheelchair said the word "wait a minute", the thick fog that had shrouded both sides of the Taiwan Strait for more than a hundred years suddenly dissipated, and the world suddenly became quiet.
Chaos ensued.
In a very short period of time, the news that Supreme Elder Yishui had used his sword was conveyed as quickly as possible to all the important people who needed to know the news.
Even the local Tiantian Division, which was more loyal to General Wang, did not dare to neglect for a moment and directly used the extremely expensive communication formation to let Shendu know about the matter immediately.
Countless people raised their heads, no matter how sore their necks were, their eyes were still fixed on the trace left by the sword intention on the blue sky.
More people followed him as fast as possible, hoping to witness the first move of the world's best swordsman and to find out why he was moving, even if the place he went to was deep in the wilderness.
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In the general's mansion.
General Wang stood in front of the study window, also staring at the sword mark.
He didn't know how long it took, but after he sensed the return of his elder from the depths of the wasteland, he withdrew his gaze and murmured: "Feathering..."
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The entire Northland is moving because of this and is no longer peaceful.
There is no exception except the island in the middle of the river in Yishui.
Hundreds of Qianye boats stood on the river, showing utmost respect.
The sword marks in the sky gradually faded and disappeared.
The fog rises again.
Cover up the pavilions and scenery on the island.
An extremely cold voice sounded next.
"Let me loose them all."
then.
No one dared to ask even a single question, and the huge formation instantly collapsed.
Deep in the fog.
Wang Ji lowered his head slightly, knocked on the armrest of his wheelchair, and calculated silently.
Soon, he came to an accurate conclusion.
The next journey out of the wasteland will be very difficult for Gu Zhuo.
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While the sword marks on the blue sky had not yet dissipated, the entire wasteland was silent.
The barren people knelt down in fear, the heretics bowed their heads and trembled, and the merchants were stunned.
It wasn't until the sword intent dissipated into the invisible that people trembled and woke up, looking up with infinite awe.
Then.
A strong thought came to me.
What kind of thing could even move the Supreme Elder Yishui, who had not drawn a sword for a hundred years?
This must be an unparalleled opportunity!
Perhaps the real opportunity has been taken away by the one who drew the sword, but as long as there are sporadic benefits left in it, it must be uniquely precious to ordinary practitioners.
This idea grows like an inner demon and continues to spread in everyone's heart.
Like a wildfire in late autumn, the entire wilderness was instantly ignited.
No matter good or evil.
Still a deserter, no one can stay out of the matter.
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Goshawks soar in the sky.
When it passes through the thin clouds, lowers its head and looks down, preparing to look for food.
It was naturally shocked by the scene on the earth.
What appeared in its eyes were not countless ant-like black spots, swarming towards the mountains like a tide.
It is a valley free from wind and snow, with green mountains and green waters among the mountains.
It subconsciously adjusted its posture, let the height begin to decrease, and began to move forward.
The closer it gets, the more it realizes that this is no illusion, but a real beauty.
Someone caught its eye.
It was a human man with a handsome face, who seemed a little tired and was sitting by the lake in the valley.
For some reason, it naturally developed a strong liking for this man. After hovering in the air for a while, it finally chose to land, landing carefully next to the man.
At this moment, a voice came into its ears, which was very gentle.
This is the voice of the human man.
"Hello."
"My name is Gu Zhuo."
(End of chapter)