The river divided the wilderness into two worlds. The young Daoist priest sat on the opposite bank, and Jing Jiu and Jian Xilai sat on this side.
After walking for a while from the South Pine Pavilion to the back of the mountain, one could see a small building. Inside the building hung the portraits of the previous leaders of the Aoyama Sect, as well as some elders who had special significance to the sect. Jing Jiu had seen those portraits and remembered what the Great Grandmaster looked like. He had also seen him in the game a few days ago, as well as in the Modern Art Museum of the Main Planet's South Pole. Compared to General Li, who was wearing a military uniform, this young Taoist priest in a Taoist robe was more similar to the Great Ancestral Master in his memory, which made him feel even more strange.
He did not like the red Daoist robe that the other party was wearing, even though he knew that it should reflect the red cloak and had nothing to do with his senior brother.
At the same time, he didn't like what the other party had said — You shouldn't have come here.
Perhaps it was because his grandmaster, Reverend Daoyuan, and his master, Reverend Chenzhou, had died when he was very young, so no one had ever taken care of Jing Yang. Thus, he was very unused to having someone speak to him like an elder, even if that person was his grandmaster.
Jian Xilai seemed to be in an even worse mood than he was, and he disliked this sentence even more. This was because this was the most secret and core place in his spiritual world. If Jing Jiu shouldn't have come, then why did that young Taoist stay here?
"Although I don't believe what he said, I've actually examined my spirit carefully many times. Why haven't I found you?"
The young Taoist priest was a spiritual soul left by General Li in the spiritual world of Jian Xilai.
He could be regarded as the main formation operator of the imprint of thought, or he could be regarded as the gatekeeper. He had merged deeply into this patch of heaven and earth, so Jian Xilai couldn't discover him or drive him out. As such, Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to Jian Xilai's cold question. All he did was look at Jing Jiu in Silence, and said again, "You shouldn't come here."
This surging river in the wilderness was very magical. The closer it was to the source, the stronger the water became. The river water washed away the soil, and from time to time, it would bring down rocks, creating a rumbling sound.
However, it could not drown out the young Daoist's voice.
Jing Jiu said, "I don't like it."
The young Taoist said, "Aoyama has always been like that."
This was indeed the style of the Aoyama Sect. The Sword Jail at the bottom of the Shangde Peak, the Dead Dog walking in the passageways, the corpses in the hermit peaks and many other evidences.
Jing Jiu said, "Don't have anything to do with me."
The young Taoist said, "If you don't come, this matter has nothing to do with you. In fact, I really don't want to see you here."
After saying this, he sighed, full of regret and pity. It was just like Jing Jiu was an outstanding student who should have gotten full marks on the test paper, but he forgot to write his name. It was like a person who had gone through a long trial and could finally get a higher official position, but at the last moment, he flipped the table of the leader.
Jing Jiu disliked such things the most, and he disliked being criticized by others the most. He walked to the riverside and looked across, saying, "Do you want to go by yourself, or do you want me to give you a ride?"
The young Taoist asked, "What exactly do you want to give him?"
"Alive," said Jing Jiu.
The young Taoist raised the bamboo rod and said while pointing at Jian Xilai, "He is not dead."
Jing Jiu said, "There is a kind of person who is alive, but he is already dead."
The young Taoist asked, "What does the life and death of others have to do with you?"
Jing Jiu said, "When you see someone about to die, you will help him because you hope that someone will help you when you are in danger. Even though you didn't think of all this when you made the decision, and even though you didn't think of all this when you were enlightened and watched those heroic deeds, it is the fact."
"So?" pressed the young Taoist.
Jing Jiu continued, "Morality originates from fear, and all the fear originates from death. I don't want to die, and I don't want others to die either."
"Does' others' mean anyone?" pressed the young Taoist.
Jing Jiu replied, "Anyone who doesn't want me to die."
The young Taoist said, "In that case, you shouldn't care about his life and death."
Having said that, he inserted the fishing rod into the slightly damp mud, grabbed a handful of mud, and sprinkled it toward the other side of the riverbank.
The mud split in the air and then suddenly grew larger, turning into countless mountain peaks and falling down with a loud rumble.
The muddy river water leaped up from the ground and turned into countless water swords, thrusting toward Jing Jiu's face.
Everything in heaven and earth could be used as a sword, and this was the All in One Sword. The young Taoist was a strand of spiritual awareness of the Immortal Chunyang, so he was no different from a replica in the pure spiritual world. His attack was the ultimate sword work of Aoyama.
Jing Jiu took another step toward the riverbank, stepping on a wild grass.
His black hair was tied up naturally, moving even though there was no wind.
His white robe was fluttering, making him look like a fairy swordsman.
The sand under the wild grass flew up like the gravel in a porcelain plate, turning into a stretch of mountains and rivers, blocking those mountain peaks and water swords easily.
Jian Xilai also moved.
This heaven and earth was his spiritual world. As soon as he willed it, heaven and earth would shake.
Along with a rumbling sound, twelve tall buildings broke through the ground and formed a great formation, separating the two shores and surrounding the three of them.
This was the manifestation of the Sword of Twelve Storey Building in the spiritual world.
Jing Xilai drew his sword, but he didn't.
The young Taoist had merged with his spiritual soul, so drawing his sword against the young Taoist was equal to drawing his sword against himself. All he needed to do was to keep the young Taoist here and watch how Jing Jiu would deal with him.
The strong wind was howling, the muddy waves were rising, and the chilly wind was howling angrily. Countless chaotic phenomena occurred in heaven and earth.
The riverbank in the distance began to collapse, making louder noises as it approached them at a high speed.
Jing Jiu and the young Taoist looked at each other in Silence, showing no intention of leaving.
The most important thing was the position.
It didn't matter whether it was relative or absolute.
The riverbank continued to collapse, and it soon reached the feet of the two.
The young Taoist fell into the river along with the falling rocks. He looked to be in a sorry state, but the expression in his eyes was still calm, and his eyes never left Jing Jiu's body.
Jing Jiu also fell into the river. As he was about to fall into the river, a hand reached out to him.
The hand was steady and slender, very suitable for holding a sword. And it was still warm even though it hadn't been mechanically modified.
When you see someone about to die, you will help. That is lending a helping hand.
Jing Jiu held the hand.
All of a sudden.
A sword sound echoed in heaven and earth, instantly suppressing the sound of the surging water.
Twelve tall buildings on the barren land had suddenly collapsed.
The Sword of Twelve Storey Building appeared in the hand.
The tip of the sword pierced through Jing Jiu's body.
Jing Jiu looked at Jian Xilai, saying nothing.
"I'm sorry," Jian Xilai said. "Humans need to live."
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It was unclear which direction the river was flowing to.
The watery mist formed by the muddy waves blocked the sky. It was unclear if there was a sun here.
The sound of wind and water seemed to have disappeared at the moment.
The wild grass drifted away with the waves.
As the story seemed to be coming to an end, the voice of Jing Jiu broke out again.
"Why is the trajectory of things always the same as my prediction? It's nothing new."
His voice sounded a bit tired. It was not because he was wounded or because of the betrayal, but because he felt bored.
The young Taoist picked up the bamboo stick from the river and came before Jing Jiu, saying, "You said by the river that morality comes from the fear of death, so you don't want others to die. You gave Jian Xilai a reason because you want freedom. However, humans need to be free from death and have the right to be free from fear. So I'm sorry, but I can't give you this freedom. "
Jing Jiu had already guessed the truth of the matter, but he would not enter the spiritual world of Jian Xilai until his speculation was verified.
Now that he had ascertained the true intention of his opponent, he didn't intend to stay here any longer, though the Sword of Twelve Storey Building was still in his body.
"I told you that you shouldn't have come here. But since you are here, you shouldn't leave."
The bamboo stick in the young Taoist's hand turned into a horsetail whisk. As the young Taoist flicked it gently, the sky suddenly cleared up, and a red and round sun illuminated the wilderness.
"All this is fake," Jing Jiu said. "How can it trap me here?"
It was as if his words were the law, and his will could move heaven and earth.
The sun descended at a high speed, turning into a setting sun. Soon, it sank below the horizon.
The Cultivation state of the Federation of the Milky Way was one level higher than that of the Inherited Night Empire.
It was dark when one closed his eyes.
One should close his eyes when it was dark.
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The Scorching-Sun Battleship was hovering in the space in Silence.
A green glow appeared in the room.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up in the real world.
Jian Xilai's eyes were still closed.
Hua Xi was in a corner, holding the doll in her arms.
All of this happened in an instant and was not the real thing, but it could affect the reality.
There was a faint but stable connection between Jing Jiu's spiritual soul and Jian Xilai's. It might be due to the Sword of Twelve Storey Building, or it might be due to something else.
It meant that it would be difficult for him to leave this place. Even if he could find a way to do so, he would be found easily.
Then, he noticed something.
Jian Xilai's body was glowing.
There was a signal source in the deep part of his body, broadcasting the information of the coordinates to all parts of the universe.
Looking at the universe outside the window, Jing Jiu sensed the approaching danger. He waved his left sleeve slightly, setting up a sword formation to protect Hua Xi in the corner.
As the sword light flashed, a hint of frost appeared. It was none other than the Sealing of the Thousand Miles of Ice.
It was then that Jian Xilai opened his eyes.
It took him zero point two seconds to open his eyes and wake up from entering the spiritual world of Jian Xilai.
It took him zero point one second to open his eyes and finish all these actions.
A pale blue light beam shot out from the dark space.
The light beam hit the front part of the Scorching-Sun Battleship accurately.
It was soundless.
It was a shocking sight.
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