There was another world up in the sky.
The people living on Chaotian had many conjectures about that world, but they had gradually faded away as time passed.
An ascendant could only appear once every one thousand years. Even if they had a yearning for it, how long could they hold on to it?
Since they couldn't reach the other side, even if it was the fairy realm, they didn't need to care about it.
However, for a talented Cultivation practitioner like Zhao Layue, whose goal was to seek the Dao and ascend, they would of course think about what was in that world.
This was why she couldn't understand Taiping Zhenren.
The goal of the Cultivation practitioners was longevity and ascension. Why did an unparalleled figure like Taiping Zhenren set his sights on the mortal world?
"He had a strong sense of crisis, feeling that the world was full of competition and danger. He also had a strong sense of responsibility, believing that he should lead the whole world forward. As such, his goal was different from other Cultivation practitioners."
Jing Jiu continued, "He wanted to break the rules of this world and lead all the Cultivation practitioners to leave it."
The magnificent scene appeared in front of Zhao Layue's eyes. She remained silent for a long time due to the shock. "Is this what it means for everyone to ascend?" she asked softly.
"That's right. On the surface, it looks like what the Zen sects said about everyone becoming a Buddha."
Jing Jiu continued, "He had been the Chief Monk of the Guocheng Temple and learned the Buddhist methods well. He might have been influenced by it."
Zhao Layue pressed, "Do you think … it's impossible for him to achieve what he wants?"
Jing Jiu said straightforwardly, "I don't know. I just don't like the things he has to do in order to achieve his goal."
He had stayed behind closed doors in Shangde Peak and Shenmo Peak in his previous life, and seldom left Aoyama. However, Liu Ci, Yuan Qijing and Ada were all aware that he was not afraid of killing people.
He had seen Lian Sanyue kill people.
But he had never seen anyone kill people like that.
To achieve his goal, Taiping could kill anyone, even his own people.
The flood was surging.
His royal brother died.
Zen Master was forced to reincarnate.
The sword hid everywhere in Aoyama like a pitiful monkey.
Most importantly, he didn't agree with that idea.
The relationship between the Cultivation practitioners and the mortals was never like that between herdsmen and sheep.
He had told Zhao Layue in Zhaoge City.
Zhao Layue must have thought of that sentence and said, "You are right."
He came to a conclusion.
From that moment on, they never discussed this issue again.
The singing suddenly came from Qingrong Peak on the other side of the cliff.
Jing Jiu's expression changed slightly. He was about to get up and leave when he decided to stay.
The singing was a little sad and melancholic.
Through the clouds, one could vaguely see the scene on the other side.
Nan Wang stood under the flowering tree and drank.
She had just started drinking and was not drunk yet.
Jing Jiu suddenly said, "If nothing unexpected happened back then, she should be Liu Ci's cultivation companion."
Somewhat surprised, Zhao Layue asked, "And then?"
Jing Jiu said, "She doesn't like him."
Zhao Layue thought to herself, so you're the accident. She asked, "And then?"
"Boring," said Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue thought for a moment and said, "Yes."
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The Shangde Peak was covered with a thick layer of snow.
The sounds of coughing could be heard once in a while in the manor cave.
The snow on the cliffs shook along with the coughing, turning into a small avalanche.
Chi Yan pulled back his gaze from the broken arm and looked at the manor cave, his eyes full of worry.
Nan Qü's sword was indeed formidable. Chi Yan had one of his arms cut off before he could resist it, and Duan Liantian was killed.
The Sword Justice was the target of Nan Qü's sneak-attack, and he exchanged blows with Nan Qü after being severely wounded, so he must have been severely wounded.
The coughing suddenly stopped, and Yuan Qijing walked out from the manor cave.
Chi Yan was startled, wondering where Yuan Qijing was going when he hadn't recovered from his severe wound.
Yuan Qijing waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to say anything. He stepped on the Three-Foot Sword and left the Shangde Peak.
The thick fog was still on the stone beam between Shiyue Peak and Xilai Peak, but the shadow of the Dark Phoenix was nowhere to be seen.
The clouds and fog suddenly dispersed, and Yuan Qijing landed on the stone beam along with the snowflakes.
Fang Jingtian walked out from the deep end of the fog.
Yuan Qijing looked at Jing Jiu in Silence, saying nothing.
Fang Jingtian didn't say anything either, his white eyebrows ruffling slightly.
Yuan Qijing shook his head while looking at Jing Jiu in Silence.
Fang Jingtian nodded after a long moment of silence.
Jing Jiu stayed behind closed doors from that moment on. He wasn't allowed to come out without permission.
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There was a small village outside Nanhua City.
There was nothing special about this village. Like other small villages, one could always see old men sunbathing and gossiping at the entrance of the village.
The sun was setting. An old man with sparse hair and a red nose returned to his small courtyard with the help of a walking stick.
A golden rooster was sitting on the millstone in the courtyard. His long tail looked less devilish and formidable because of the severe damage; it looked a bit comical.
Yin San pushed open the door and walked out. He looked at the setting sun in the distance with narrowed eyes, saying, "Another day has passed."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said while rubbing his nose, "Immortal … there has to be an explanation for this matter."
Those swordsmen of Aoyama who couldn't restrain themselves played an important role in Yin San's escape from the West Ocean; but the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was the most important one.
He had withstood a sword wielded by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean and fought head-on with the Dragon-Tail Inkstone of Yimaozhai, demonstrating his profound Cultivation state.
Like the white cat on the top of the Shenmo Peak, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect thought he was qualified to ask for something.
Yin San patted his shoulder and said, "I'll find an opportunity to vent your anger for you."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect's nose became redder, indicating that he was extremely angry.
"The Mysterious Dark Sect is gone! What's the point of venting my anger? "
Yin San didn't heed him. He walked to the millstone and checked the tail of the golden rooster, saying, "It can be raised."
The golden rooster spoke in human language, "Immortal, the Life Plate is in that bastard's hands. No matter what he is, I'm always uneasy."
Yin San comforted her, "Don't be afraid. He didn't touch you this time, so he won't touch you again."
A horse carriage arrived in front of the small courtyard.
A very cute little boy was sent in.
Knowing that it was a letter, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect asked, "What has happened?"
The little boy was only three or four years old. His eyes were innocent and clean, and he was extremely ignorant.
"This is a blank piece of paper."
Yin San stroked the boy's head and said with a smile, "I'll teach him well for a few years, and he'll be able to write a great essay in four years."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect couldn't stand the way he talked, so he turned around and headed for the kitchen.
He came to the stove and looked at the hoof that was as steady as a mountain in the boiling soup. He suddenly fell silent.
Whether it was a piece of wood or a pig's trotters, after being cooked for a long time, they would eventually break down.
There were more and more rotting marks on the Spiritual Master's body, and he could collapse at any time.
What are you going to do without the First Child Sword?
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Jing Jiu left the Shenmo Peak and went to the Sword Jail.
He came to a dry and clean hall after passing through the passage full of bloody and dirty energy. He looked at the other passage, which was even deeper and gloomier.
At the end of the passage was the cell, where the Snow Girl was locked.
The passage was filled with the sword wills he had deployed, which were swift and powerful, and nobody could break them.
Sensing Jing Jiu's arrival, the Snow Girl turned her head to look at the door of the cell.
Separated by layers of sword wills and the door, Jing Jiu and the Snow Girl looked at each other quietly, neither of them saying anything.
The wind came from two places. The wind from the courtyard of the Shangde Peak was a bit cold, and the wind from the hermit peaks was a bit warm. The dust was stirred up, drifting between the two of them.
After a long while, Jing Jiu turned around and left.
In the cell, the Snow Girl pulled back her line of sight, and was about to continue looking at the solitary peak of the snowy mountain.
That was her beautiful land and mountains.
Jing Jiu suddenly stopped short, and asked, "That chair … if you think it's hard, can I change it for you?"
The Snow Girl groaned twice. The first sound indicated that she didn't think it was hard, and the second sound indicated that she didn't want it.
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There was a Dao gate at the end of the Sword Jail, outside of which was a patch of lethal fog, and there were many mountain peaks on the other side of the fog.
This place was the rumored hermit peaks of Aoyama.
In addition to those elders waiting for their deaths, a few swordsmen of various peaks were imprisoned here because they wanted to break through the Cultivation state.
There were other passages to leave the hermit peaks. Liu Shisui had taken one of them.
Nobody knew about it except for Jing Jiu, Liu Ci, Yuan Qijing and the Dead Dog, not even Liu Ada.
Besides the Tianguang Peak, there was no other place in the world where the hermit peaks could be seen. It was not because of the fog and clouds enshrouding the peaks, but because of the Sword Formation of Aoyama.
As he passed by a peak, Jing Jiu took a look at it.
Fang Jingtian stayed behind closed doors here.
It didn't take long before Jing Jiu arrived in front of a peak. He stepped on the cloud and found the manor cave. He pushed open the door and entered after taking a look at the emerald on the cliff.
Tong Yan lifted her head, feeling a bit surprised.
The hermit peaks were the best place to hide a person in Aoyama so that the Zhongzhou School wouldn't know anything about him.
"What do you want to give me?" asked Jing Jiu.
Tong Yan put the Go piece in her hand back on the table, and said, "I don't understand what you mean."
She had to pay a price for joining Aoyama, which was probably to prove her loyalty; but was the Green Sky Mirror not enough?
"I want the First Child Sword," said Jing Jiu.
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First of all, I wish the girls a happy holiday. Today is Black Sangsang's birthday, which was confirmed yesterday. I wish her in the book a happy birthday and to get back her cooking skills as soon as possible. Today is the second day of the second month, when the dragon raises its head. I think of the third day of the third month in the year of the Qing Dynasty again. Finally, I wish Nan Wang a happy drinking session and not to remember the sad events of the past.
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