Chapter 294 The Death of Kitahara "You've done very well."...
The spiritual veins of heaven and earth are naturally nourished and have the effect of repairing and regenerating. Lin Feiran was able to survive from the brink of death thanks to this spiritual vein.
Since the Dao Lord possesses such extraordinary abilities, why has he searched for it for hundreds of years?
The grandmaster speculated, "Could it be that he, like you, is severely injured and needs spiritual veins to repair himself?"
Lin Feiran put down the Golden Wave Sword and paced around the room. She hadn't talked much with Fu Yin, but every word he said was crucial to her.
She shook her head and said, "We can only speculate for now that he needs something to repair and regenerate his hair. Ordinary spiritual herbs and medicines won't work; only treasures like the spiritual veins of heaven and earth can."
Therefore, if he is injured, it must be an injury that is extremely difficult to heal, or perhaps, it is not actually for healing purposes.
The question could not be answered for the time being. She paced back and forth, her steps gradually quickening.
"Furthermore, as Fuyin just mentioned, since he joined the Secret Sect before the Human Emperor ascended the throne but never saw the Human Emperor ascend the throne again, it means that even if he is reborn, he will not be able to return to that time."
If the Dao Lord can truly lead his followers to rebirth, then the timing of that rebirth may be difficult to change, at least not as Fu Yin and the others wished.
So, is this repeated cycle the Lord's original intention, or the believers' wish?
If there are limitations to the starting point of rebirth, what about the future? When will he choose to return to the past?
Lin Feiran's speech quickened, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the room. By the end, it sounded like a soliloquy, a question-and-answer session with himself.
“Feiran…” The grandmaster frowned slightly. He felt that Lin Feiran’s current condition was not good. The next moment, her moving body was forcibly pressed down.
Ru Xian stood up, placed one hand on her shoulder, and leaned down slightly to look into her eyes. Only when those dark eyes finally focused on his face did he straighten up.
"You've only recently entered the Divine Travel Realm, and it's normal to feel anxious when your soul is adrift. The more this happens, the calmer you need to be, or you'll be close to falling into a nightmare."
Lin Feiran came to her senses and realized that her breathing had stopped for a moment, and that a thin layer of sweat had appeared on her forehead. The heavy thumping of her heart was still echoing in her ears, and the veins on her neck were twitching slightly.
Ru Xian's hand did not retract, but moved upward, her cool fingertips landing on the pulsating pulse, caressing it as if to soothe it, before slowly pressing down.
“You need to rest for a few days,” he said.
Lin Feiran did not deny the statement. She walked to the table and sat down, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly, but she was still unable to completely let go of these thoughts. She had long been accustomed to this constant thinking, unable to stop, and dared not stop.
The grandmaster looked on silently, and even he, who was usually eloquent, didn't know how to speak at this moment.
"Grandmaster." Lin Feiran spoke first, "When I mentioned the matter of rebirth earlier, you didn't seem that surprised. Did you already know this, or did you only understand it at the Flying Flower Gathering?"
Unable to stop thinking, Lin Feiran had no choice but to shift his attention and focus on his grandmaster.
The Grandmaster paused, not expecting her to suddenly turn the topic to him. After a moment of silence, he nodded: "I learned about it at the Flying Flower Gathering. I met the Ancestor of Medicine then. He didn't tell me anything, but let me 'see' all of this. Therefore, I can't tell you either."
She had already realized that everything about the Flying Flower Society was a revelation from the saints, so she wasn't surprised at this moment, but she still had a question.
“Grandmaster, I saw that saint in the Iron Khitan Book. He also experienced several rebirths, but it was unintentional. The saints in the Pilgrimage Valley also had this experience. I want to know, did they return to the past unintentionally, or did they have some connection with the Tantric sect?”
Grandmaster recalled those days and sighed silently: "Naturally, it was unintentional. Among the several saints in the Pilgrimage Valley, only three or five people actually experienced the event and were reborn. Long before they passed away and entered the valley, a saint sacrificed his life to deduce this matter several times."
He wanted to find a way to break the stalemate of Tantric Buddhism, but no matter how many times he deduced the solution, there was only one outcome.
The Heavenly Way reaches fifty, and forty-nine is set, leaving only a sliver of hope.
So they kept waiting, waiting for a change to happen. Finally, Lin Feiran arrived, but she was just a teenager. When the grandmaster thought of her expression just now, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
But some roads must be walked.
"At the end of the deduction, the esoteric sect succeeded, and the sky darkened completely. However, the world did not usher in a new world as the esoteric sect had said. Instead, it was completely silent, and almost no living beings survived."
Lin Feiran looked out the window, and thinking of his last bet with the Dao Master, his heart couldn't help but be stirred.
She paused for a moment, then said, "Grandmaster, we haven't even figured out the Dao Lord's true purpose yet, so how can we confront him? He might be surrounded by people in the main hall of the Secret Sect right now. How can we capture him and stop all of this?"
The grandmaster looked at her: "I have already asked Zhang Siwo and others to contact the leaders of various sects. If we can unite more forces to fight against the Secret Sect, that would be even better, but how exactly do we stop all of this..."
A hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and he even looked away: "Feiran, everything we have done has already been set in the '49,' and you are the only 'one.'"
He had said this before: Lin Feiran was the only variable; only she could change this unchanging, predetermined situation that was about to slide into death.
Ultimately, it's up to her to decide what to do.
This time, the grandmaster did not continue to inquire about the Iron Khitan Book. He got up and walked to the door, looking at the lamp under the eaves. In such a polar night, not even moths could be seen flying into the flame. The courtyard was completely silent, and there was not a single insect chirping.
Just then, a small fire suddenly ignited in the room, flickering and casting indistinct shadows, carrying a sense of panic and foreboding.
This is Zhang Si, and I'm contacting her.
Lin Feiran raised his hand to form a seal, and the flames quickly went out. A ball fell onto the table and burst open like a burst of sparks. The molten red color flowed like magma, and stroke by stroke, it outlined Zhang Siwo's face.
"Something terrible has happened!"
He spoke hastily, completely forgetting to bow to his master, his eyes filled with impatience.
"We are currently in the northern part of Zhongzhou. Most of the people here are migrants from the Northern Plains, and they were the first to contract the cold disease. This morning, another cold wave struck, and many people couldn't survive and have died. Their bodies did not decompose after death, but..."
They all turned into limestone statues, devoid of any life.
He raised his hand, and the scene in the crimson lava began to change, gradually revealing the northern part of Zhongzhou.
A sliver of white emerged from the center, quickly spreading outwards to form a city swept by the north wind. The city was covered in snow, and the torchlight barely illuminated the main street with a blurry outline.
In the streets, pedestrians come and go like ants, but such ants are becoming increasingly rare. The city is filled with dilapidated human-shaped stone statues, young and old, scattered haphazardly along the streets, decaying along with this snow-covered city.
Not only people, but even the wild grass growing haphazardly at the corner of the city lost its color, turning into a gray stone-like hue, standing silently forever by the city.
Zhang Siwo said in a deep voice, "The Northern Plains Cold Disease has reached its end. All things are decaying, and it has become a dead city."
Lin Feiran stared blankly at all of this, as if the bet with the Dao Lord was ringing in his ears again. His heart suddenly pounded, like a heavy hammer hitting his ears, and his ears were ringing.
As the chilling aura of death approached, she finally grasped the weight of "all life."
Not all of them, but just what's right in front of her is enough to make her unable to move an inch.
Everything was placed on their gamble, on her shoulders. This decaying, chilling wind seemed to penetrate the molten lava, blowing coldly and fiercely onto her face, making her hands and feet stiff and almost unable to move.
The grandmaster gazed at all of this in silence, his heart also clenching. Although he had heard about it in the Pilgrimage Valley, it was still not as shocking as seeing it with his own eyes.
The only sound in the room for a moment was the sound of the north wind.
He stood at the door, looked at Lin Feiran in the room, and said after a moment, "I have an agreement with them. We will discuss together how to stop the secret sect. If you want to go, I will be waiting for you in the room at noon tomorrow."
After his master left, he did not return to the Iron Khitan Book, but instead randomly chose a house and gave up half of the space for Lin Feiran.
Lin Feiran continued to watch everything unfold before her. She had already thought that the Dao Lord might not be so powerful, but seeing all this now, her hand hanging by her side involuntarily twitched, a fear of facing the unknown.
What should she do now?
How can we stop all of this?
Will it tear open the sky, letting in the light to temporarily alleviate the chill? Or will it reveal the truth about the ice pillars to everyone without any evidence? Or will it lead everyone into the main hall of the esoteric sect and kill the Dao Lord?
Or perhaps, she should figure everything out and try to find the Dao Lord's weakness?
What exactly is their purpose? What if they take a wrong step and end up helping them?
Lin Feiran felt as if she were standing on a cliff, with several weathered log bridges in front of her. Each one represented a different path, and she only had the chance to walk on one of them. Once the bridge broke, she would never be able to start over.
Fear is natural, she told herself.
The road to growth inevitably leads to a day when you stand on the edge of a cliff. This means that no one can make choices for you or take responsibility for you. You have to explore every step on your own. Once you reach this point, there is only one option: to keep moving forward.
Because nothing can be done again.
Lin Feiran stared intently at that spot, where, amidst the desolate wind and snow, the last few people standing finally collapsed.
The cold, hard stone-like texture burst forth from their eyes, creeping up their eye sockets, brows, and jaws. In just a few breaths, they seemed to fade, their entire bodies solidifying into a grayish color, transforming into a statue. It was not hard; a few sharp snowflakes could easily leave fine marks on it.
The next moment, a cold hand covered her eyes.
“Grandmaster already knows. If you have anything else to say, please say it to my face.”
After saying this, Ru Xian raised her hand and formed a hand seal, wiping away the constantly splashing sparks and lava, and the room finally became quiet.
"You've done a great job."
...
"Would you like to rest for a while?" He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers.
In silence, Lin Feiran shook his head.
"Okay," he replied, and then quietly stayed with her in that position.
Lin Feiran used her wrist, which was covered in hailstones, to stand up. After an unknown amount of time, she finally managed to move. Like a wooden puppet that had been stiff for a long time, her movements were even somewhat sluggish.
calm.
think.
Just like every time before.
She slowly exhaled and said, "I want... I want to ask someone a question."
She raised her hand, her palm resting on the table, and grasped the candle flame.
Author's Note: [Heart emoji]
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