Jing Jiu looked at the stele in Silence.
It meant that his perception was on it.
After an unknown period of time, he confirmed some things.
The things left by the advanced civilization had no influence on the universe, except the things of the advanced civilization. In other words, if he were still the Jing Jiu, he would be swallowed by the black stele.
Shen Aoyama hadn't thought of this because he hadn't experimented with it; otherwise, he wouldn't have been lured into the trap. If the All in One Sword had been swallowed by the black stele, his plan would have been in vain.
He suddenly thought of the Snow Girl's description.
This black stele could expand infinitely.
And it couldn't affect the universe.
From these two points, it was somewhat similar to his current state.
After a long while, he turned his gaze away from the black stele and flew toward the sun again.
This time, he didn't take a detour like before, but flew straight into it.
It was unclear what the black stele had given him, confidence or a new understanding.
Soon after, he flew out from the other side of the sun.
Neither the hot and scorching flow of particles nor the violent energy reaction had any influence on him.
He should be the first intelligent being to penetrate the fixed star after that god.
The people on the blue planet were still staring at the light.
He didn't stop. He flew past the densely packed battleships and headed toward the outside of the solar system.
On the third day, he had learned to locate his position in the universe.
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A dozen galaxies were scattered on the periphery of the local galaxy group. These galaxies were not included in the catalog of the Astronomical Bureau of the Federation of the Milky Way. They were still the most secretive ones, because they were the experimental planets of the immortals.
On the planet covered with snowy mountains and grasslands, everyone was kneeling on the ground, looking at the distant snowy mountains with fear and bewilderment on their faces, regardless of whether it was the majestic imperial capital or the villages and tribes scattered in the fields.
The people of the Buddha land had a firm belief, and those sadhu could step into the sky by relying on their willpower. However, what could they do when they found two Buddhas fighting against each other?
Half of the side ridge of the tallest snowy mountain had collapsed, indicating the intensity of the previous fight. … …
On the top of the snowy mountain.
Happy Monk sat paralyzed on the Grand Nirvana. His face was haggard and thin, and he was no longer as handsome as before. His monk robe was tattered, and there were wounds all over his body, from which black gas faintly overflowed. He looked extremely miserable.
Cao Yuan looked at him expressionlessly while holding the iron broadsword.
The pursuit that began in the Scorpion Tail Nebula was long and bloody.
The Joyful Monk employed all his methods and incarnations, but he still couldn't get rid of Cao Yuan. The wounds left on his body by Liu Shisui started to break out. He had no choice but to resort to the last method, which was to return to the Buddha land.
Cao Yuan was the true Buddha of this world. Many monks and believers came forward to stop him.
The Joyful Monk thought that Cao Yuan, like himself, had guarded the snowland for many years and had a benevolent intention, so it would be hard for Cao Yuan to kill the populace. He thought that Cao Yuan might be able to stop Cao Yuan for a while, but unexpectedly, Cao Yuan attacked him mercilessly.
The iron saber had cut through heaven and earth, killing countless monks and believers.
The bottom of the snowy mountain was dyed red with blood, and there were hundreds of corpses lying on the ground. It was an exceptionally glaring sight.
"I thought you wouldn't make a move," Happy Monk looked at him and said in a hoarse voice.
Cao Yuan said, "Now that I can ascend, I've thought it through."
The Joyful Monk had read the book, so he knew that it was Jing Jiu who told him this. He couldn't help but let out a faint mocking smile.
Cao Yuan had killed those regular believers and monks, so he was not a pedantic person. Yet, for some reason, he didn't swing his iron broadsword at the Joyful Monk who was severely wounded and on the verge of death.
"It looks like the ice cream with strawberry jam on it," a voice rang out on the top of the snowy mountain.
The voice was calm, but it gave off a gloomy and gloomy ghostly aura as it described the snowy mountain full of blood. The weirdest part was that nothing had changed on the snowy mountain or in the air, so where did the voice come from?
Cao Yuan and the Joyful Monk looked around, but they didn't see anything.
The natural light dimmed a bit, forming a child.
Seeing the blurred eyes and eyebrows of the child, Cao Yuan suddenly realized something and was stunned speechless.
The Joyful Monk also recognized who the child was, revealing an expression that looked like a smile and a cry. He raised his hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to touch the child, and said in a trembling voice, "You've indeed chosen this path, and you think I'm right, don't you?"
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to him, and said to Cao Yuan, "Shen Aoyama is dead."
"When did it happen?" Cao Yuan asked in surprise.
"Three days ago."
Cao Yuan and the Joyful Monk were even more startled, thinking that it took him only three days to get here despite the distance of the ancestral planet and the vastness of the universe. Could it be that his spiritual soul could travel faster than the speed of light?
If they knew that Jing Jiu had just set off from there, they would be even more startled.
"The extension of awareness is different from the transmission of information. You can reach wherever you want, and all you need to do is think about it," said Jing Jiu.
The Joyful Monk slapped his thigh twice forcefully, ignoring his injury, and said to Cao Yuan, "You see, I'm right."
"Why didn't you kill him?" Jing Jiu asked Cao Yuan.
Cao Yuan said, "The beings in the Great Nirvana are controlled by his Zen will."
It turned out that the Joyful Monk had used those beings as hostages.
"I'm about to enter the Great Nirvana," said Jing Jiu.
No sooner had he said this than a gust of gentle wind whipped up on the top of the snowy mountain.
The gentle wind felt a bit chilly on his face.
The Joyful Monk shivered, and his haggard face had gradually regained its handsome look.
He sensed something was not right. He lowered his head to look at his body, and let out a strange sound that was either a cry or a laugh. A moment later, he calmed down and said sentimentally, "So this is how it feels."
Then he said, "Yes."
It seemed that he was talking to himself, but he was actually answering.
The Joyful Monk closed his eyes and lowered his head slowly. He died just like that.
Cao Yuan put down the iron broadsword in his hand and bowed with his palms pressed together.
The gentle wind entered the Great Nirvana.
The stained surface of the Great Nirvana suddenly became clean, and the black and golden squares were very eye-catching.
The body of the Joyful Monk turned into golden sand and landed on the surface of the Great Nirvana.
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It was rumored that there were three thousand worlds in the Great Nirvana.
The gentle wind traveled among them. Soon, it was clear that there were only over seventy small worlds.
The sizes of those worlds were different, the number of inhabitants was different, and the social patterns and environments were also different. The only similarity was that the people living in those worlds were all souls, living like slaves under the will of the heavenly way. They had to struggle to survive all year round and then die. Their souls wandered among the worlds as if there was no end.
The heavenly way was dead at the moment, and the cycle of reincarnation was no more. There was no voice announcing freedom, only the gentle wind passing by.
The slaves of over seventy worlds stood in the wilderness, on the high mountains, and by the mines, looking at the sky blankly with bewildered expressions in their eyes. All of a sudden, countless golden flowers fell down from the sky. The expressions on their faces relaxed, and then they felt joyful.
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Jing Jiu left the Buddha land, but he didn't go back to the ancestral planet. Instead, he went to that patch of empty space.
He found the magic treasure from the Zhongzhou School among the meteorites on the outskirts of the empty space. He put it back after taking a look at it.
Then, he thought of what the god had said, and headed toward the empty space without hesitation.
He had a better understanding of what the god had said when he entered the empty space. … …
A gentle wind arrived in Chaotian.
This gentle wind first appeared on the ocean between the continents.
He saw many boats, but he didn't find any. So he went to chat with his Giant friend for a while.
Though the Giant didn't quite understand his current state, he was still happy to see him come back. He invited dozens of female spirits to come over and dance to celebrate with him at the cost of half a piece of Godly Soul Wood.
Next, he went to Penglai Island and paid a formal visit to the King of the Godly Boats, scaring him badly.
The next morning, a fairy woman in white clothing was practicing her sword work while standing on the surface of the ocean.
A gentle wind suddenly tousled her dress.
She reached out her hand to feel the gentle wind. She looked at the man in front of her and said softly, "Long time no see."
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After leaving the ocean and the girl, he went to the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor.
The strong wind that had lasted for many years had stopped.
The lotus flowers on the lake were swaying gently, unwilling to be tousled like the dress.
The Inn had disappeared, and Bu Qiuxiao was cultivating in the mountains, so he didn't see him.
Then, he went to Zhaoge City and visited the Jing House and the Royal Palace.
Then, he went to the snowland and visited Zen Master and the little Snow Girl.
He went to the Guocheng Temple and visited the pagoda and the vegetable garden.
He went to the seashore of the East Ocean and visited the Heavenly Well and Apiao.
Shui Yue Nunnery was on his way there. He walked up the stairs and knocked on the door softly. The door of the nunnery was pushed open. A young girl lowered her head shyly when she saw the young man in white clothing, saying, "Our nunnery doesn't receive guests. Please forgive us, Young Master."
All of a sudden, the young girl saw some flower petals scattered on the stone steps. She lifted her head in bewilderment and found that the withered peach tree in front of the nunnery had come back to life and bloomed countless flowers.
She was pleasantly surprised, but she didn't notice that the young man in white clothing had already entered the nunnery.
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