The Master Round Turtle, who had the most mysterious origin and the longest lifespan in Chaotian, was a prisoner of the advanced civilization of the previous generation.
What was more shocking was that he was the first and the last prisoner of this prison.
His life form was truly unique, as if he could live as long as the universe. It was for this reason that the executors of the advanced civilization gave him the method to control the Snow Girl and the All in One Sword for safekeeping.
Who would have thought that even that advanced civilization had disappeared, but it was still alive?
The Round Turtle knew what Jing Jiu wanted to know the most, so he said, "Don't ask me what that civilization looked like. It's because my awareness was wiped out when I was locked up here, and their wills were implanted in me to keep an eye on the Snow Girl."
"It turns out that you didn't give the Black Monument and the All in One Sword to that god because of the pressure."
Jing Jiu went on, "You couldn't deal with the Snow Girl because of the wills of those executors. You wanted that god to kill the Snow Girl so that you could get rid of your mission and gain true freedom."
The Round Turtle grinned slightly, as if he were laughing, "You're a smart person; so you don't have to say it out loud."
"Can you go out now?" asked Jing Jiu.
The Round Turtle said, "I can go out the day the Snow Girl left."
"Why don't you go out then?" pressed Jing Jiu.
"Why should I go out?" asked the Round Turtle.
"Freedom?" pressed Jing Jiu.
The Round Turtle said, "Being alive is the greatest freedom."
After some thought, Jing Jiu said, "That's true."
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In order to figure out how to survive, Jing Jiu returned to the Shenmo Peak and entered the manor cave to stay behind closed doors.
All the information he had seen in the Green Sky Mirror, the sun, the Grand Nirvana, and the deep end of the black monument crossed each other in his awareness, and then gradually quieted down.
A few years had passed. He pushed open the stone door of the manor cave and walked out. He took one last look at the peaks of Aoyama.
As the gentle wind blew over, he had already disappeared by the cliff's edge.
If this departure could be regarded as ascension, it would be the third time.
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After leaving Chaotian, Jing Jiu sat on the bamboo chair in the space for a while, and then went to the Tianchi Galaxy.
Two years ago, Jing Jiu and Shen Yunmai had passed by this place during their vacation trip. The purpose was to see the spectacular scene when this galaxy was flooded by the Sea of Dark Matter. Two years had passed. The Heavenly Ruler System had completely sunk into the ocean. Only the star was still struggling to emit its last, feeble light.
Without hesitation, he flew into the Sea of Dark Matter.
In this incomparably dark world, it took a long time or a long distance to see a light source.
However, his perception could be extended infinitely, and his speed was infinitely fast, so there was always light in front of him.
Jing Jiu didn't intend to go to the place where the Sea of Dark Matter was born. Now that he was here, the two worlds must be connected.
It didn't take long for him to find a nest.
The dark tentacles slowly floated in space, looking like seaweed.
This nest was in a dormant state and didn't emit any evil aura. It was extremely peaceful.
He flew directly into the broodmother's body. After finding the organ for communicating information, Jing Jiu sent out his perception, which crossed the entire Sea of Dark Matter and entered the first crack in space, arriving in an unknown world.
The range of his perception was limited to what he knew or what he guessed. As such, he didn't go too far into that world.
That world had no color, no so-called spatial structure, and no fundamental particles. It was like a big pot of soup made of the dark matter, the dark energy, and the numbers; in other words, it was chaotic.
Different from what the human experts had speculated, there were intelligent beings in the world of the dark matter. That being wasn't the objective will of the entire universe; it was because Jing Jiu had sensed some specific existences.
They were vague and fog-like existences, similar to the ghosts described in the stories.
It didn't take long for those beings to discover Jing Jiu's existence; they all swarmed over.
Jing Jiu came to the Sea of Dark Matter because he intended to have a conversation with them before he left, but he didn't succeed.
He couldn't get in touch with those beings, and those beings couldn't get in touch with him; they could only discover each other's existence.
Existence was the most basic information, and also the most important factor.
After confirming that he couldn't communicate with them, Jing Jiu returned to his own universe.
The white cloth was fluttering in the space despite the absence of wind.
The Mother Nest woke up, but she didn't see anything and didn't know what had happened.
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The blue seawater lapped against the seashore incessantly.
The people on the small island stared at the lamp, remaining silent.
They had been exposed to the ocean wind for nine days.
Jing Jiu had said that he would solve the problem in nine days, or he would die.
It was the last day, but he hadn't woken up yet.
The flame of the bronze lamp had become extremely weak, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.
The atmosphere grew more and more tense.
Ceng Ju was aware of the state Zhao Layue and the others were in at the moment, so he signaled them with his eyes to be more quiet.
A gentle wind suddenly ruffled the coconut trees.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes while sitting on the bamboo chair.
Zhao Layue asked softly, "Where have you been?"
"Many places," replied Jing Jiu.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Layue asked softly, "Do you have anything to tell us?"
Jing Jiu said without hesitation or any introduction, "In terms of the number of beings, the Sea of Dark Matter is the main world; the entire universe is like a steamed cake …"
As he said this, he looked at the nearby Hua Xi, and then remembered that she was not the one who made the steamed cake.
Hua Xi walked toward the bamboo chair by the seashore.
"… The permanent stars on our side are like the raisins on the steamed cake; the planets are like the sands; and the warped holes are the holes dug by the worms on the surface, but they are also filled with the crumbs of the steamed cake," Jing Jiu went on.
Tong Yan said, "This is not a good metaphor; we should use the river bank, the sand and the water."
Jing Jiu said, "That's the case. The current situation is that the water has rushed out from those holes."
"So?" pressed Shen Yunmai earnestly.
"This is the problem of the humans, so it has nothing to do with the other side." Jing Jiu went on, "Though this sword is broken, you people might be able to repair it. As for how to ignite those permanent stars, it's your business."
The Godly Battering Master remarked icily in the distance, "Are you going to leave after telling us this?"
Jing Jiu didn't heed him. He looked at Tong Yan and said, "I've gone to confirm something. If you really can't solve the problem here, go back to Chaotian and bring the Round Turtle out."
Hearing this, Liu Shisui, Zhuo Rusui and the others were all startled, wondering what he meant.
"Let it eat the darkness like the starlight."
Jing Jiu said, "Don't worry. It won't burst its stomach even if it eats the darkness for a few thousand years."
It was then that Hua Xi arrived by the seashore and came before the bamboo chair.
She blinked her eyes a few times, and the expression in her eyes suddenly turned from nonchalant to bewilderment. "Big Brother, what's wrong with you?" she asked Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu understood what was going on. "Thank you," he said to her earnestly.
This gratitude was directed at the young priestess.
Then, he said to Hua Xi softly, "It's nothing. I'm just a bit sleepy. I want to take a nap."
Having said that, he looked at Shen Yunmai, and then at Zhuo Rusui, Tong Yan, Peng Lang, Yuan Qu, Yushan and Que Niang. His line of sight moved back and forth between the sky and the ocean, passing by the coconut groves, the cliff rocks and the fairy men of the previous generations.
A huge wave rose on the surface of the ocean, and a black island appeared.
Dead Dog came back to bid farewell to Jing Jiu.
Standing on the head of Dead Dog, the Snow Girl looked at the seashore indifferently.
Cold Cicada was waving its armored leg on her head reluctantly.
Jing Jiu let out a smile and rubbed Ada's head. "Be smart," he said to Liu Shisui.
Liu Shisui felt exceedingly sad, but he didn't dare show it. He nodded forcefully.
In the end, he turned to Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue stepped forward and hugged him tightly.
Jing Jiu patted her back and whispered in her ear, "Let's go."
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It seemed that nothing had happened.
The incomplete moon was still visible intermittently in the sky.
The ocean wind was still as gentle as ever.
The monkeys were still as noisy as ever.
After a long while, Zhao Layue straightened her body.
The sharpest arm in the universe dropped down slowly.
It was exceedingly gentle.
It fell down like a leaf by the side of the bamboo chair.
The perfect man had his eyes closed. He was no longer breathing, and no energy could be sensed.
Seeing the scene, Que Niang and Yushan's eyes turned red, but they tried their best not to cry out loud.
Ceng Ju sighed, "I'm sorry for your loss."
"No," said Zhao Layue. "He has gone to another place."
This was not an artistic statement to ease the sadness, but a true description.
The fairy men of the previous generations understood after a moment of bewilderment.
Was it possible that Jing Jiu's soul hadn't dissipated and died, but … had ascended again?
Yet, the ascension from the Underworld was to the ground, and the ascension from Chaotian was to this universe. Where would he go if he ascended from here?
"I've read an ancient book, and I like it very much. The last few paragraphs in the book are as follows."
Shen Yunmai went on softly, "But the sun is always the setting sun and the rising sun. When he walked down the mountain and put away the desolate afterglow, he would climb to the top of the mountain burning on the other side to spread the bright sunlight of the morning sun. On that day, I will also walk down the mountain quietly, holding my walking stick … "
Zhuo Rusui had read the article as well, so he read it aloud, "One day, a joyful child would run up from a valley, holding his toy."
Shen Yunmai continued after shooting him a glance, "Of course, it's not me."
"But, isn't it me?" Zhuo Rusui asked.
The two of them looked up at the sky where the gentle wind had disappeared at the same time, and read the last paragraph at the same time, "The universe tempts a song and dance into eternity with its endless desire. This desire has no name in the human world, and it can be ignored. "
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(The last paragraph of this chapter comes from Shi Tiesheng's "The Earth Temple and I". I have recommended it to you before, and I recommend it again. The last paragraph is my favorite one, and it is one of the main themes of this book. The second main theme is explained at the end of tomorrow's chapter. The last chapter of "The Path toward Heaven" will be published on the twenty-first of tomorrow, and there will be a serious epilogue to talk about the last twenty years.)
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