When Long Qing woke up, he was greeted by a thick miasma fog, a thick layer of rotten leaves on the ground, and endless pain in his body.
He had actually survived after falling from such a high cliff. Even he himself could not find any reasonable answer. Perhaps the faintly discernible ancient trees above the miasma had reduced the force of his fall, or perhaps the thick, soft bed of rotten leaves and sludge had played an effect.
Long Qing felt that it was Haotian's will that allowed him to survive. Just as he had mentioned in the conversation with his Uncle in the Zhishou Abbey, if he was really the legendary person of the Heaven's Mandate and carried the most obscure will of Haotian, then Haotian would not have let him die so easily.
He really did not die. This fact gave him infinite confidence, but also a lot of confusion and fear, because he did not know what to do next in his life.
Although the mud and rotten leaves were soft, many of Long Qing's bones were still broken. However, the real pain was not the physical injuries, but the two powerful auras that were constantly clashing in his body.
When he was unconscious, the aura of the Halfman Taoist in the Tianqi State was no longer bound by his will. It roared out from his sense of perception and from all parts of his body, turning into countless sharp steel knives that kept scraping his bones, cutting his muscles, and even trying to blast his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi into ruins.
At the same time, the Heavenly Power Pill contained the aura of the spirit herbs, which continuously healed the cracks in his bones and the broken meridians in his muscles, nourishing his life force and repairing his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow over and over again from the ruins, relying on the last remaining shadow.
This was a process of continuous destruction and repair, and it was extremely painful.
It did not matter when he was unconscious, but now that he had woken up, the pain became the most real existence. Long Qing's face instantly turned snow-white, and an extremely miserable scream burst out from his bleeding teeth, spreading far and wide in the quiet forest at the bottom of the valley.
Because the pain was so intense, Long Qing almost fainted again as soon as he woke up, but he knew how important it was for him to be awake at this time. If he fainted in the dense forest at the bottom of the valley full of poison and unknown dangers, he would not be able to hold on for long. At that time, no matter how merciful Haotian was, he would have to abandon him.
With another miserable howl, Long Qing slammed into a stone not far away from him, breaking one of his ribs. He used the fresh pain to suppress the rest of the pain. Before he passed out, he fought for a moment to gather his spirit and mind. He sat cross-legged in the lotus position and began to meditate to heal himself.
Time passed slowly.
Long Qing's face was pale, and the blood on his Taoist robe had long solidified. He sat on the rotten leaves and mud, maintaining the same posture. His chest did not rise or fall, as if he was no longer breathing. He looked like a corpse that had been dead for a long time. However, the two auras were still fighting in his body.
The medicinal power of the Heavenly Power Pill and the Halfman Taoist's aura of the Tianqi State had completely cleaned up his body and original aura, turning him into an empty barrel. The extremely poisonous miasma around him kept pouring into his body, changing it to the smallest extent possible.
After an unknown amount of time, the sky in the dense forest at the bottom of the valley was still dark. Long Qing's body trembled slightly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Inconceivably, this mouthful of blood was black in color!
It was unknown whether it was because of the poisonous miasma or something else, but the blood in Long Qing's body had turned black. It looked like ink, but also like the rotten water in a swamp!
Many days ago, a black peach blossom had grown on the side of the boat in the South Sea. Long Qing had plucked the black peach blossom and wore it on his chest. He had never taken it off since.
In the process of escaping from the cave and the Zhishou Abbey, the black peach blossom on his chest had been stained with a lot of blood. The red and black color was exceptionally beautiful and eerie. At this moment, it had been stained by the black blood again, and suddenly there was a faint black light. Then, the light quickly faded, leaving only a pure black that was as cold as the night.
Long Qing, who was sitting on the rotten leaves, seemed to have turned into a black peach blossom. The surface temperature of his body gradually became colder, and he gradually blended into the surrounding environment, as if he had become a part of the miasma and a pile of rotten leaves.
Colorful poisonous snakes slithered through the rotten leaves and circled around Long Qing's body a few times. They did not seem to notice anything strange, and then they slithered away.
There was also a mountain monkey with a face like that of a ghost. It screamed and swam in the forest, squatting beside Long Qing's body. It acted coquettishly, calling for its partner, and then left in boredom.
Withered leaves fell.
The wind blew, and the withered leaves flew again.
Long Qing was still sitting, unaware, and blended into the surroundings.
At this moment, even if a cultivator carefully perceived him, they could not separate him.
And this was the most obvious sign that he had entered the Knowing Destiny State.
He did not know how much time had passed.
Long Qing opened his eyes and woke up.
There was no longer the joy of surviving a disaster in his eyes, nor was there any confusion about the unknown future, nor was there any pain. There was only calmness and indifference. The calmness towards the world and himself was absolute indifference.
He stood up.
The black peach blossom on his chest became even darker and more alluring.
At this moment, a peach blossom formed by pure aura bloomed behind Long Qing.
That was his natal peach blossom.
It had also turned black.
At the moment when this black natal peach blossom bloomed, the dense fog in the dense forest was shrouded by an aura of Quietus.
The colorful poisonous snake that was resting under the rotten leaves stiffened and then died. The ghost-faced monkey in the distant forest screamed in horror and began to flee further away.
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Under the pursuit of the South Jin Kingdom army, especially with the addition of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall, there were only a dozen people left. Only five of the cavalry commanders were still alive.
These people, who had once enjoyed supreme glory in the West-Hill Divine Palace, had now become sinners. They fled like dogs in the forests around the West-Hill Divine Kingdom.
Almost every day, someone died, and almost every day, someone was seriously injured and abandoned. They did not know how long they would have to flee. What made them even more desperate was that they did not know what the end of this escape was. Even if it was the end of despair, at least they knew where the end was.
They were now sinners of the West-Hill Divine Palace. In the world of Haotian, no country dared to take them in. The only country that had the power to take them in was the Tang Empire, which would definitely be more willing to cut off their heads.
Where would the end of their escape be?
How would they die?
Zi Mo's face was thin, and he looked tired. His eyes were filled with numbness.
He looked at the wilderness at the foot of the mountain in the twilight. He looked at the land that belonged to the Kingdom of Song. He knew that the Taoist temples there had already gotten their portraits. Even if they wanted to sneak into the people, it would be impossible.
Thinking of the wish that he had made at the beginning of his escape, Zi Mo's face revealed an extremely painful expression. He murmured, "As long as I can survive, I am willing to dedicate my life and soul to Yama. I am not afraid of falling into depravity. However … how arrogant is this? Why would Yama care about ants like you and me? Even if you want to dedicate, how can you get close to such a great existence?"
"If a mortal wants to get close to greatness, it usually takes a process and a guide."
A cold voice sounded from the cliff.
Zi Mo's expression suddenly changed. The dozen or so fugitives behind him picked up the weapons in their hands as fast as they could. They looked at the cliff warily and were ready to attack at any time.
A young man stood at the edge of the cliff, looking in the direction of the setting sun.
He wore a black Taoist robe that blocked the setting sun, so his figure looked extremely dark. The slightly cold autumn wind blew from the wilderness and went up the cliff, rolling up the corner of the black Taoist robe. From time to time, a few rays of twilight would leak through.
The fugitives had lived in the West-Hill Divine Palace for a long time. Looking at the man at the edge of the cliff, they felt that there was some kind of illusion in front of them. It was as if they saw the shadow of Haotian.
Or perhaps they saw the shadow of Yama.
After days of escaping, their nerves had been stretched to the point that they were about to break. The place they chose to camp was extremely remote and secretive. However, they did not expect that they would be discovered and approached quietly.
In their view, the person who could quietly appear at the edge of the cliff must be extremely powerful. If it was not a master from the Kingdom of Song, then it could only be a powerhouse from the West-Hill Divine Palace.
The fugitives, whose cultivation had been destroyed, did not expect to defeat a powerhouse from Haotian Taoism. The moment they heard the voice, despair occupied their bodies and minds.
In the midst of despair, they forced out an extremely strong fighting spirit. Since they were going to die anyway, and today might be their last battle, then they should die a heroic death.
However, no one made a move.
Because the young man in a black Taoist robe at the edge of the cliff gave people a feeling that they could not challenge him.
Moreover, Zi Mo suddenly knelt behind the young man and cried bitterly.
Then, more people recognized the young man, especially the four former commanders of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall. They trembled and ran to the edge of the cliff, knelt down behind Zi Mo, and cried bitterly to the back of the young man, just like shepherds scattered in the Wilderness who saw their master.
Commander Zi Mo looked at the back of the young man with tears streaming down his face. He said in a trembling voice, "Priest … Everyone said that you were dead. You are still alive … This is great."
A commander with a broken arm wailed and said, "Your Excellency … Your Excellency … I knew that you would not abandon us like this. You are finally back!"
Long Qing turned around and looked at his former subordinates. He said, "Are you willing to follow me again?"
The crying at the edge of the cliff gradually stopped, and everyone kowtowed again and again.
Zi Mo raised his head and looked at the scar on Long Qing's face. He looked at the black peach blossom on his chest and thought of the rumors. He was shocked to find that the Priest was not only not dead, but his cultivation state was far higher than before!
However, a very cold aura seeped into the depths of Zi Mo's and everyone's hearts.
This cold aura came from Long Qing.
It also came from his words.
"I did die before, but I don't know whether I saw Haotian or Yama after I died. During the time when I died, I thought about many things. However, it was not until I heard Zi Mo's words that I suddenly realized that maybe I am not the Son of Heaven's Mandate at all. "
Long Qing looked at the night sky and said thoughtfully, "Maybe … I am the son of Yama?"
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(I was hit in the waist by anxiety, so I don't want the monthly vote today … The foreplay is basically done, and it is about to start. Anxiety is heavy. After thinking for a long time, I decided that it is necessary to update and get more monthly votes, but I still need to pay more attention to the plot. I am working hard to write, and please supervise me. I hope that I can write the climax of the next six months well.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it and vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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