Transcendence was far too distant for Feng Bingwen at this moment. The divine beings he had seen in the Calabash Cave had already reached the limits that this world could contain, which was why they sought transcendence, to break free from the shackles imposed by heaven and earth, and to reach a higher level.
However, Feng Bingwen himself had only just embarked on the path of cultivation, and he did not have high expectations for himself. His greatest pursuit was to travel to Cangwu in the morning and the vast sea in the evening. He was content to live as long as heaven and earth and rest as long as the sun and moon.
"To uphold the Way of Heaven and roam freely between Heaven and Earth is good enough; this empty and desolate void is not what I yearn for."
156n.
Feng Bingwen answered without hesitation that he liked the bustling and lively mortal world, but he didn't want to stay long at the Taishang Dao sect, which was suitable for cultivation and beneficial to immortality. It was too boring.
"good!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's reply, Immortal Lord Xuanqing nodded slightly. Then, his figure vanished from reality before Feng Bingwen, leaving no trace of his presence.
Is this satisfactory or unsatisfactory?
Feng Bingwen looked at the spot where the immortal had stood, pondered for a moment, but couldn't figure out what the celestial being was thinking. So, he quickly gave up thinking and went back to his own business.
Even in this dilapidated little world, where desolation stretches as far as the eye can see, there are still many creatures struggling to survive. However, after Feng Bingwen cleared away the demons and monsters, the number of mortals he had gathered back to the world was less than a thousand.
This was an extremely tragic outcome. The world suddenly underwent a dramatic change, and the departure of the immortals and Buddhas exacerbated this change. The abandoned demons and cultivators naturally disregarded everything.
Even mortals, after being struck by successive natural disasters, become neither human nor ghost, for only with the protection of demons can they continue to breathe.
But this comes at a price. After the demons encountered Feng Bingwen, this celestial being from beyond the heavens, they were sacrificed without hesitation, just like the first monster Feng Bingwen encountered.
Feng Bingwen would naturally not be manipulated or threatened by demons because of these mortals. These mortals who sought refuge with demons during the great catastrophe were alive but dead. They seemed to be moving, but in reality, most of them were just breathing shells.
"Greetings, Immortal!"
When Feng Bingwen rode the mysterious light and landed on the summit of the mountain shaped by the Mountain-Moving Cauldron, the area below the mountain was submerged by him. The mortals gathered there all bowed and worshipped, and there were many with fanatical expressions.
For these mortals, the oldest of whom were only in their early twenties, the immortals and Buddhas had been gone for far too long, and they had been enslaved and tormented by demons for far too long. For some of the younger mortals, they had been enslaved by demons almost as soon as they were old enough to remember things.
When Feng Bingwen, whose appearance was similar to theirs but whose temperament and looks far surpassed theirs, descended before them wielding seven immortal swords and slayed the demons who enslaved them, it was only natural that Feng Bingwen was worshipped as an immortal.
"Two thousand three hundred and nineteen people!"
Feng Bingwen glanced down and immediately knew the number of surviving humans. Among them was the boy he had rescued, Ning Buwang, who was now standing at the very front of the crowd, looking up at him with burning eyes.
"Go and cultivate the land; there is no need for worship!"
No one dares to disobey the will of the immortals, and besides, it is what they truly desire. In any case, food is the foundation of mortals' survival, far more reliable than the immortals' help, because the immortals cannot stay indefinitely because of them.
"The earth's veins are converging, and life is no longer fading away!"
Feng Bingwen's eyes shone brightly, his gaze reaching from the heavens to the earth's veins, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.
Previously, those demons had each occupied portions of the earth's veins in order to survive, scattering the already scarce spiritual energy throughout the remnant realm. This made the already precarious situation of the remnant realm even worse, and its decline was only a matter of time.
At this moment, Feng Bingwen gathered all the earth veins into one place, and the spiritual energy naturally converged. Although the inevitable end of decline was not changed, the time was delayed considerably. Of course, this problem could be resolved soon.
As Feng Bingwen raised his head and looked up at the sky, his gaze pierced through the thin membrane. Beyond the sky, the figure of a Taoist standing on a blue lotus appeared. He held a whisk in his hand, lowered his head slightly, and met Feng Bingwen's gaze. Then, he flicked the whisk in his hand gently.
Tens of thousands of white threads stretched across the sky. The next moment, Feng Bingwen, who had already controlled the earth's veins with the help of the Mountain-Moving Cauldron, sensed that the remnant world was moving.
Amidst the deafening roar, Feng Bingwen felt his heart pounding, as if something was about to happen—the true reward for the 560,000 merits he had expended.
In the vast void unseen by Feng Bingwen, the enormous shadow of the remnant world was wrapped in tens of thousands of white threads, dragging through the nothingness. The seemingly endless white threads eventually converged on a seemingly small whisk, which was held in the hand of a figure who, compared to the remnant world, was so insignificant as to be almost negligible like a speck of dust.
The remnant world was dragged along and finally fell into what seemed to be a vast and endless Heavenly Qi layer. The Heavenly Qi, which could crush even divine gold and immortal materials into powder, surged forth, but it could not break through the seemingly delicate white silk.
At the same time, Feng Bingwen seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his head. A vast and awe-inspiring will descended, majestic and righteous.
"Heavenly Tribulation?"
Feng Bingwen's face showed shock. This vast will was not unfamiliar to him at all. He had felt a similar will during the tribulation under his master's breakthrough.
However, this will was completely different from what his master faced, because it brought not a heavenly tribulation filled with destructive energy, but spiritual energy filled with boundless vitality.
Wisps of spiritual energy drifted down from the sky like a light drizzle. Feng Bingwen stretched out his palm and caught a few drops of rain. The abundant vitality and powerful spiritual energy merged into his body, accelerating the circulation of Qi in his dantian. His cultivation level increased at a noticeable speed.
"What's this?"
Feng Bingwen was greatly surprised, because he saw that this continuous drizzle had enveloped the desolate remnant world under his control, covering an area of less than a thousand miles.
Beyond the area affected by the earth veins gathered and suppressed by the Mountain-Moving Cauldron, greenery has reappeared in the barren land that had been devoid of life. Dead trees are sprouting new buds, and green grass is showing its tender tips.
The changes are not limited to the re-emerging vitality. Deep within the long-emptied earth, the vast and mighty power of the earth veins seems to have appeared out of thin air, condensing and gathering, causing the earth to rumble and tremble.
Looking up at the sky, there was also a blue condensation in the heavens. The thin membrane of heaven and earth was rapidly thickening and solidifying. This remnant world was becoming complete. However, Feng Bingwen also sensed that it was being contained and devoured by a larger "world" and then transformed into one.
Feng Bingwen did not stop this change; this remnant realm was becoming a "vassal" of the world he had created, and was even about to merge with it. To maintain its independence, collapse and destruction were only a matter of time.
Therefore, Feng Bingwen was happy to see this change happen, as it was very beneficial to him at the moment. As for whether it was a waste of resources in the eyes of some beings at a higher level, he didn't care, since it was none of their business.
"Um!?"
Beyond the rapidly completing remnant realm, amidst the biting winds as sharp as steel blades scraping bones, Immortal Lord Xuanqing, standing on a celestial lotus, watched the changes unfold before him. A hint of astonishment flickered in his usually indifferent gaze, and he seemed to falter from maintaining his detached demeanor.
How could that be?
Orchids bloom in profusion, jade-like herbs cover the ground, and exotic flowers and plants unfold in succession. Feng Bingwen pauses here, looking down upon the wonders of this creation of heaven and earth. The drizzling rain in the sky has stopped, and the scenery of the ruined world has already been transformed.
No, this can no longer be called the remnant world. Above the blue sky, the sun, with its hidden golden crow, hangs high, radiating brilliant light. The gloom of the past has been swept away, and the bright light shines on all living things.
Amidst this, the young Taoist, surrounded by countless spiritual energies, stood atop the most majestic mountain in this realm, with a towering square cauldron, over ten feet tall, suppressing the mountains and rivers behind him.
A vast and lofty will descended upon him, and Feng Bingwen's eyes closed slightly. He felt something indescribable merging into his body.
An extremely mysterious change occurred within his body. Feng Bingwen felt that he seemed to have become more in harmony with the world beneath his feet.
Um? !
Feng Bingwen suddenly opened his eyes and saw a Taoist priest with a face as white as jade and an ethereal aura quietly observing him. It was none other than Immortal Lord Xuanqing. However, at this moment, the great immortal's gaze towards him was very subtle.
"Immortal Lord, is there a problem with me?"
Feng Bingwen raised his hand and looked himself up and down. He felt great, his whole body was clear and his magic power was surging. He had reached the peak of his cultivation since he started.
"You're very good!"
Immortal Lord Xuanqing stared intently at Feng Bingwen, and nodded slightly after hearing him ask a question.
"Come back to the mountain gate with me!"
"yes."
Feng Bingwen bowed. Then, a flash of white silk appeared before his eyes, and he followed the celestial being away from the small world, appearing before a familiar palace. Beside the palace, a dashing young man with thick black hair, tall and imposing, was looking over.
"Huh? It's only been a few days since we parted, how come you've changed so much?"
Before Feng Bingwen could speak, the celestial being spoke with great surprise, his eyes gleaming with golden light as if he were looking at something rare, scrutinizing Feng Bingwen from head to toe.
"Master, what changes have occurred in me that have surprised you so much?"
"You brat, didn't you already get the Heavenly Scroll? What are you still showing off in front of me for? I know you're amazing, so hurry up and teach me how you did it?"
---Aside---
Sorry, only one chapter today. I had pain in my right rib this afternoon, and the CT scan showed acute cholecystitis with multiple gallstones. I'm currently receiving anti-inflammatory injections. When cholecystitis pain flares up, don't expect me to be able to write; I don't have that kind of amazing willpower.
The largest gallstone is about 0.3 cm. Are there any experts who can advise on treatment? I don't want to have my gallbladder removed t_t
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