(PS: This chapter involves the worldview of this article. Read it slowly.)
Yang Jian's injuries were extremely serious this time. In addition, he still forced himself to fight Mei Kongmei after being seriously injured, which made his injuries even worse.
His mystic bead had shifted, his mystic body was greatly damaged, his mystic blood reversed, and his internal organs were all damaged.
If it wasn't for his strong foundation and strong mystic art, the foundation of his Great Dao would definitely be injured … However, with Yuding Zhenren by his side, it would be wishful thinking for Yang Jian to be able to leave any scars.
However, Yang Jian's Dao body wasn't the most heavily injured this time.
Mei Kongmei's magical power was extremely vicious. When the plum blossom fell, it directly crushed Yang Jian's primordial spirit, almost causing Yang Jian's soul to fly away and scatter.
The pain during this period was needless to say, but the terrifying thing about Yang Jian was …
When he felt his master hugging him, he used the last of his will to stop the power of the Black Turtle's precious blood from repairing his Dao body.
Faintly, he felt that there was a strange magical power wrapped around his body. It should be his master helping him repair his corporeal body. This magical power felt very familiar to Yang Jian, and he did not reject it. There was even a feeling that it came from the same source.
Yang Jian actually only had one thought — the power of the precious blood was not easy to obtain and was extremely precious. It was an important thing for him to break through the Pearl Accumulation Realm of the Eight Nine Arcane Art.
He was unwilling to be mediocre, so he risked his life.
Most of the branches of the primordial spirit tree had already withered, and it was sickly and lifeless. As for the three little flowers, they were already damaged.
He lay there in a daze, feeling like he was drifting in a river. He didn't know where he was drifting to, and he couldn't find the source.
Where am I? Am I in an underground river?
With these thoughts in his mind, Yang Jian felt a splitting headache, as if someone was using an icicle to cut open his skull.
His master's voice suddenly came to his ears. "Abandon all distracting thoughts and recite this scripture silently. Meditate on the meaning of the Three Lives Azure Skies."
He wanted to reply, but his voice echoed in his heart and couldn't come out of his mouth.
He knew that his injuries were too severe, and his body and soul were unable to unite. He didn't dare to have any other thoughts, and just kept repeating the scripture that his Master had given him.
With Heaven and Earth, what could it not contain? When the Dao is in the heart, everything can be born …
This scripture had the effect of healing the soul. When Yang Jian was in a daze, he kept reciting it in his heart. The Essence Soul Tree gradually grew some new branches, and the originally wilted branches regained their vitality.
Gradually, after an unknown period of time, Yang Jian felt that his' strength 'had recovered a little.
Finally, he could vaguely hear someone shouting from the shore.
"Jin 'er, don't fight with others so fiercely in the future. If anything happens to you, how am I going to live …"
Was it his mother?
Yang Jian's heart stirred. His head ached again, and his consciousness was about to fall silent again. He quickly recited the scriptures, not daring to think or 'move' too much.
After a long time, Little Chan 'er's murmur entered his ears, "Brother, when will you wake up? Master Yuding said that your injuries have already healed. Why haven't you opened your eyes yet?"
Why are Mother and Little Sister by my side?
Did Master bring me back to Jade Spring Mountain? How is Meishan? Did the demons return to attack?
Just as these thoughts surfaced in his mind, his consciousness began to blur again. This time, Yang Jian could not take it anymore. He relaxed his grip and fell into a deep sleep.
After sleeping for an unknown period of time, when Yang Jian woke up, he felt as if he was floating on a cloud. He was at a loss and did not know where he was going.
How long have I been unconscious?
A quasi-Saint Eminence is indeed difficult to deal with. I should wait until my abilities are a few levels higher before attacking these experts. I should take advantage of them …
The God-Conferment Battle is actually a battle between these Eminences. My current weight is too light.
That's right. I should be unconscious in this chaos. I can't faint for the God-Conferment Matter …
Yang Jian struggled to wake up, but he felt that his hands and feet were light and powerless. He looked down and saw a 'huge' version of himself.
How should I describe the scene in front of me?
On a boundless land, a huge human-shaped mountain range lay there, covered by a lush forest.
This figure, this outline, and the face that is not covered by the 'trees' … Isn't that me?
What's wrong with me? Why has my body turned into a mountain, but my consciousness is floating in the air?
At this moment, Yang Jian could still find joy in his pain. He shook his head and sighed. This is a real vegetable. His entire body is covered in trees.
"You're awake?" A greeting sounded from the side. Yang Jian turned his head and bowed. Naturally, he saw his master.
Yuding Zhenren's figure was very illusory. He sat cross-legged in the air and raised his hand to point at a mirror. Yang Jian saw himself in the mirror. He was sitting cross-legged on a lotus flower. His figure was also illusory and empty like his master.
"Master, what's wrong with me?"
"This is our True Spirit." Yuding Zhenren nodded with a smile. He did not say how much he had done for Yang Jian or how much effort he had put in. He only said, "Using this, you can understand the mysteries of your Dao Body. It will be very beneficial for your cultivation."
"Yes …"
Although Yang Jian wanted to ask his master how long had passed outside, he swallowed the words.
He had really worried too much. His True Spirit had left his body, but he was still worried about the God-Conferment and Mount Mei …
Yuding Zhenren said, "The so-called True Spirit is the source of life. Humans have three souls and seven spirits. The True Spirit is contained in the soul. When a cultivator's soul is destroyed, he can use this bit of True Spirit to condense a remnant soul again. "
"Master, where does the True Spirit come from?"
"Look."
Yuding Zhenren raised his hand and swept it gently. Yang Jian could not see his body that had turned into a mountain. The entire world suddenly turned into chaos.
"Chaos Sea?"
"Yes and no," Yuding said with a smile. A horsetail whisk appeared in his hand and he swept it gently at the Chaos again.
Yang Jian had never seen his master holding a horsetail whisk. He felt that it was indeed more ethereal.
The Chaos Sea changed again. Yang Jian actually saw a meteor streak across the Chaos Sea.
Shouldn't the Chaos Sea be the chaos of all things? Why is there such a meteor …
Before Yang Jian could react, another meteor streaked across the Chaos. He blinked, and suddenly, meteors streaked across the Chaos Sea. Gradually, the meteors converged into a seven-colored "river" that surged in the Chaos Sea and rushed to an unknown place.
"The Chaos is a dam and also a support. It is the proof of 'existence' and the initial state of 'reality'."
Yuding explained. He raised his hand and grabbed Yang Jian. He brought Yang Jian up and down the seven-colored river that seemed to be able to penetrate the Chaos Sea.
"At the beginning of the Primordial Chaos, something was born from nothing. Your Grandmaster said that the Dao gave birth to one. This one refers to the Primordial Chaos. What is the Primordial Chaos? The Essence Energy is indistinguishable from the Chaos, and the laws are unclear. It is in this void that the Chaos Sea is born. "
Yang Jian only listened and watched. He was dazzled.
"One gives birth to two. These two are the Heaven and Earth. The Heaven and Earth give birth to all things. This is what your Grandmaster said. The Dao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. "
"Then, where does the Dao come from?" Yuding Zhenren asked. Yang Jian didn't dare to answer. He just listened.
He asked his master what the True Spirit was. His master still didn't answer after saying so much. That meant that he definitely didn't get to the point.
Yuding Zhenren pulled Yang Jian to sit cross-legged. The master and disciple floated on the colorful river and flowed downstream.
"Where does the Dao come from? Where does the Dao come from? After I became a quasi-sect master, this question arose in my heart. I couldn't stop, "Yuding said. "Therefore, I entered the Chaos to search, comprehended Yin and Yang, and traced the Five Elements. Finally, I saw this river."
"This river is known as the River of the True Spirit."
Yuding Zhenren pointed at the River of the True Spirit. "You and I are both in it."
"The True Spirit is indestructible. It doesn't grow, grow, or diminish. It is born between existence and nothingness. It is formless and immaterial, neither near nor far. In the Primordial Chaos, you once shattered Mohan's True Spirit. However, you didn't know that what you destroyed was only the projection of his True Spirit in the Primordial Chaos. The true True Spirit exists in this river. It surges through the Chaos, never stopping. "
"Master …"
Yang Jian gulped. "Is he still alive?"
"He's dead. Or rather, he's gone."
Yuding Zhenren waved his hand again. Suddenly, a cloud appeared in front of them. The cloud transformed into the figure of a giant. It raised its axe and hacked down.
That hack split the Chaos and cut off the River of the True Spirit.
Countless light spots were shaken into the newly created world and turned into various Connate lifeforms, filling the world with vitality.
However, the River of the True Spirit continued to surge. It pierced through the world and continued surging towards an unknown distance …
"This is the creation of the world."
"Before the Great God Pangu created the world, there were many worlds in the Primordial Chaos. However, the world had a lifespan. Every time, there would be an incarnation of the Great Dao that created the world and allowed all spirits to reside in it. It allowed the True Spirits to explore the meaning of their existence. "
"Look again. This is the current Primordial World."
Yuding Zhenren waved the horsetail whisk in his hand again. Yang Jian did not dare to blink as he carefully watched the changes.
The River of the True Spirit was boundless. The Primordial World stood in the river, but it seemed to have opened up a branch of the River of the True Spirit.
About one-third of the "river" flowed through the Primordial World, but it remained in the Primordial World. No one knew where it went.
Yang Jian asked, "Why?"
"It fell into the Six Paths of Reincarnation."
Yang Jian was shocked. He did not know what to say. He asked involuntarily, "Could it be that it's wrong to let the True Spirit reincarnate in the world?"
"No." Yuding shook his head. "It's not right or wrong. The True Spirit is neither sad nor happy. It exists between 'nothing' and 'existence'. You look at the long river. In fact, if time stops and does not move, this river is just a lake. "
"The True Spirit only streaks across the Chaos for an instant. Only those who can enter the Primordial World can become true living beings. Those who cannot enter the Primordial World will only shine for a while before returning to 'nothing'. They will be reborn from 'nothing'. That's all. "
"I once experienced the realm of nothingness for an instant. That is the true silence."
Yang Jian was deep in thought. No one knew what he was thinking.
Yuding Zhenren said, "Do you understand what a True Spirit is now?"
"Disciple, I only know a little." Yang Jian sighed and said, "I only know that the True Spirit exists without this world. The world doesn't seem to be important … "
"You're wrong." Yuding Zhenren chuckled and put away his horsetail whisk. The Chaos around him gradually disappeared, and he returned to his mountain-like appearance of green trees.
Yuding said, "With the world entrusting itself to me, the True Spirit will be enlightened. Only then will I know how rare it is to 'live'."
Yang Jian was speechless and sighed with emotion in his heart.
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