After Guo Dong said this, it was quiet for a long time in the room of the vegetable garden.
Back when Pei Baifa was plotted against by Tian Jingren and defeated by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, he was severely exhausted. He stayed behind closed doors for many years to recover his Cultivation state, but he was still at the end of his life.
Tong Yan had already predicted this, but he remained silent.
He Zhan suddenly asked, "What can I do?"
Tong Lu and Su Ziye were involved in this scheme, and Mister Pei was also involved, but his name was not included.
Tong Yan had made a great contribution by setting up this scheme; how could he not do anything?
Guo Dong said, "You have cleaned your intestines for half a year at the Baotong Zen Temple, so they should be clean now. Come with me to the Guocheng Temple."
If it were any other time, He Zhan would yell and shout that he didn't want to be a monk; but he looked at Guo Dong in Silence, saying nothing at the moment.
They were blood relatives after all.
Tong Yan had predicted what would happen to his friend in the future. He bade his farewell with a smile.
He left the vegetable garden where he had lived for a long time and headed downhill along the path paved with stone chips.
As he arrived at the edge of the village enshrouded by the thin fog, he turned his head around and saw two large words on the horizontal board of the Baotong Zen Temple vaguely visible.
He thought that Mister Pei was seeking death. Even if he succeeded, it was impossible for him to survive.
To change the final outcome, the other orthodox Cultivation sects had to strike together. However, the Guocheng Temple wouldn't do it, and the Center Sect and Aoyama … wouldn't do it either.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean destroyed the Cloud-Falling Platform with a swing of his sword, which also destroyed the excuse of the Center Sect and Aoyama.
The reason Mister Pei could strike was because of the grudge between the No-Mercy Sect and the Western Sea Sword School, and also because of the grudge between him and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean.
What else could he do?
No matter how powerful his calculation ability was, it was limited. Who could calculate everything in heaven and earth?
It was said that Jing Jiu had already left Aoyama to travel in the outside world to find a way to break through the Cultivation state when his Cultivation state was stagnant.
Many cultivators would try to travel the world when their cultivation was stagnant, and they were looking for the critical factor to break through. But not everyone was able to obtain their wish.
In reality, failures were always the majority. There were also many cultivators who gradually gave up hope in the process of traveling the world. They placed their love in the mountains and rivers, and finally slept with them.
Tong Yan believed that Jing Jiu would not end up like that because he had played chess with Jing Jiu.
If Jing Jiu had not calculated the entire game clearly, he would not have made his move. In that case, he must have calculated everything before he left Aoyama.
But what was the point of calculating everything?
Mr. Pei had spent the last three years of his life doing this because he wanted to, not because he knew he could do it.
What about me?
I still have 800 years left in my life. It seems like a long time, but it's actually the last 800 years.
What should I do in these last eight hundred years?
Thinking about these things, Tong Yan turns around and walks into the foggy mountain village.
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As Tong Yan thought, Jing Jiu had already calculated everything before he left Aoyama, unless something unexpected happened.
Jing Jiu didn't think about what he should do in the last few hundred years of his life.
If he had only three hundred years left, he would strive to live another five hundred years.
If he had eight hundred years left, he would strive to live three thousand years.
If he had three thousand years left, he would strive to live more than three thousand years.
What's the point of a day and a night?
The purpose of Cultivation was to seek longevity.
As such, Jing Jiu didn't have the concept of how many years he had left, but only the specific days, hours, and moments.
Every day, every hour, every moment, he was cultivating.
This was his life in the Fiend Prison.
The discussion between Jing Jiu and the King Of The Underworld had finally come to an end.
Jing Jiu had completely mastered the Control of Soul-Fire, and then he had deduced the initial form of the self-cultivation method of the Sword Ghost. What he needed to do next was to verify it.
After a long discussion, the King Of The Underworld had completely understood Jing Jiu's thoughts and ideas. She couldn't help but feel amazed, but there was still one thing she didn't understand.
This was the Taichang Prison in the Fiend Prison, completely isolated from the outside world and unable to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. How could he cultivate and break through the state then?
If he didn't cultivate and break through the state, how could he nurture the Sword Ghost?
If he didn't have the Sword Ghost, how could he verify this new and powerful magic method?
Jing Jiu didn't explain, saying, "I'll probably sleep for a long time. If something happens, please wake me up."
Even when he was behind closed doors, he would be woken up from the meditative state if there was any disturbance in the outside world.
Yet, Jing Jiu needed the King Of The Underworld to wake him up, which meant that he was ready to sink into the deepest part of his awareness and complete this magic method there.
Having said that, Jing Jiu didn't start meditating right away. Instead, he took out a bamboo chair and lay on it, closing his eyes.
Looking at the bamboo chair, the King Of The Underworld showed a curious expression on his translucent face, thinking that it must be very comfortable and that he should make one in the same style as Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu fell asleep.
He didn't wake up, regardless of whether it was the sound of the grass growing, the sound of the flower petals opening, the buzzing of the mosquitoes or the sound of the chopsticks breaking.
A few days had passed, and he was still sleeping. His posture hadn't changed, and his eyelids hadn't even trembled once.
Standing in front of the bamboo chair, the King Of The Underworld looked at Jing Jiu's face and remarked sentimentally, "What a sleeping beauty!"
He was the King Of The Underworld and had to maintain his status. It was inappropriate for him to say anything when Jing Jiu was awake, but now that Jing Jiu was asleep, he finally let out the praise that he had been holding back for a long time.
For many days that followed, Jing Jiu continued to sleep. The King Of The Underworld watched from the side and increasingly felt that Jing Jiu's cultivation was somewhat strange. It was different from that of the Aoyama Sect and even more different from that of the Underworld. Not to mention his posture, even his breathing didn't change. It was as if he was really sleeping.
No matter how beautiful something was, one would still get bored after looking at it for a long time.
The King Of The Underworld chopped down some flowering trees and wanted to make one in the same style as the bamboo chair, but he found that the materials were different and it didn't look alike no matter how hard he tried. So he made a soft couch instead.
He lay on the couch under the flowering trees and looked at Jing Jiu who was sleeping soundly. He still felt that the bamboo chair seemed more comfortable, but he was also worried that Jing Jiu would crush the bamboo chair if he slept for too long.
As he was thinking about this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Jing Jiu was still lying on the bamboo chair, but he felt much lighter.
The King Of The Underworld got up and walked to the front of the bamboo chair. Only then did he realize that Jing Jiu's body wasn't in contact with the bamboo chair. Instead, it was two fingers' worth of distance away from the chair. It was as if he was floating.
If anyone else saw this scene, they might think that Jing Jiu had become a ghost.
The King Of The Underworld knew that this wasn't the case, because he had seen similar scenes before.
After cultivating the Control of the Soul Fire to the third level, the Soul Fire would appear to be floating in a stable state, which was exactly the same as the current situation with Jing Jiu.
Looking at the sleeping Jing Jiu, the King Of The Underworld seemed to be deep in thought, and his expression gradually became solemn.
Judging from his current state, Jing Jiu shouldn't have any problems. As for why his body was floating like the Soul Fire, the King Of The Underworld vaguely had some guesses.
He grabbed the formation map from under the flowering tree and walked toward the periphery of the verdant valley.
He walked to the front of a cliff and looked at the vast expanse of murky darkness in front of him. He was silent for a long time.
He didn't raise his head to look at the blue sky, because the sky was fake, and the valley was also fake. Only this murky darkness was real.
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