A corner of the Heavenly Dao lies quietly on the ground.
The trickling water did not wet the paper at all.
Song Chen looked at the shredded paper, but did not make any rash moves. Instead, he squatted down and stared at it intently.
His mind was a jumbled mess, as if something was sprouting from the ground.
After a moment, Song Chen muttered to himself:
"Does the composition of all things originate from writing? Or from rules?"
A single character in the Heavenly Dao determines the quality and location of the spiritual spring.
It ignores the origin and the rules governing all things.
Such power is far too great.
Moreover, why would such a powerful Heavenly Dao be shattered into fragments? And why would it be hidden in this small world?
He reached out and covered the spiritual spring with his hand, feeling the gushing spring as his thoughts gradually drifted away.
I sat there blankly for a long time.
Song Chen muttered to himself:
"That's too little. I thought I had reached the pinnacle of knowledge."
But the shredded paper of Heaven completely overturned the knowledge in the books.
I still know too little…
Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Who are you? Where have you taken the Spirit Spring?"
The voice was somewhat honest and hoarse, speaking one word at a time.
When Song Chen heard the question, he was stunned. He looked down at his hands and the spiritual spring in his palm, his mouth tightly shut. He had never heard this voice before.
That hoarse voice, which seemed to indicate that he didn't speak often, started talking and couldn't stop. Moreover, his speech became increasingly fluent.
"Are you human? Have you seen my sacred spring? My sacred spring is lost."
I searched for a long time, but I still couldn't find the location of the sacred spring.
Can you hear me? I just heard you speak.
This is the first time a living creature has appeared near the spirit spring…
The voice kept babbling on and on for a long time.
Song Chen listened and analyzed at the same time.
Finally, he came to a conclusion:
This man was a wealthy and powerful landlord. He had so many treasures that he couldn't even count them all.
Moreover, he owned many houses scattered in different places, making them difficult to manage. Therefore, his treasures frequently went missing.
At this point, the voice also got tired of talking.
"...Sigh, maybe I'm hallucinating, but where exactly is my spiritual spring? I really need my spiritual spring."
Song Chen opened his mouth, responding to the unfamiliar voice for the first time:
"I am right next to the Spirit Spring."
Upon hearing Song Chen's voice, the voice asked with delight:
"You've found my sacred spring? Where is it?"
Song Chen pursed his lips, did not answer, but asked a question instead:
"How can you prove that this sacred spring is yours?"
An unfamiliar voice spoke as if it were perfectly natural:
Everything in the world belongs to me!
Upon hearing this, Song Chen remained silent for a long time. This person was really good at bragging, and he didn't know how to respond.
"Hello? Hello? Are you still there? Tell me where the Spirit Spring is?" the voice asked persistently.
Song Chen's voice rang out, and he asked another question:
"Who are you?"
The voice fell silent.
Song Chen smiled slightly, thinking that the voice was probably afraid of overdoing it and being confronted by someone.
To keep this voice from getting the better of him, Song Chen told him the truth:
"I'm afraid you can't get your spiritual spring back, because it's now grown on the paper of the Heavenly Dao."
"boom!"
Suddenly, I heard an explosion.
That honest voice suddenly turned incredibly angry:
"I knew it! I knew it was Heaven's doing!"
It has stolen so many things from me over millions of years!
I'm going to kill it! I'm going to destroy it!
Upon hearing this, Song Chen's smiling face suddenly froze:
"Destroy the Heavenly Dao? Are you joking? Which cultivator in the world doesn't want the protection of the Heavenly Dao!"
Destroying the Heavenly Dao is utterly rebellious! Who exactly are you?!
A simple, honest voice roared angrily:
"What is the Heavenly Dao? It's just a piece of scrap paper! And it was even made from my own things!"
If I find it, I'll make sure it breaks into eight pieces! Eighteen pieces, twenty-eight pieces!
When Song Chen heard that he still refused to reveal his identity, she continued to provoke him:
"The Way of Heaven is just a piece of waste paper? Are you kidding me? The rules governing the operation of Heaven and Earth are all written by the Way of Heaven."
"Hmph! He's just a petty thief, what good could he possibly write? It's all nonsense and fallacies!"
"The Way of Heaven is the standard, it is..."
Song Chen and that voice exchanged words many times.
Finally, provoked by Song Chen, the voice could no longer tolerate Song Chen's constant praise of the Heavenly Dao and his denigration of him.
That honest, simple voice said excitedly:
"What is the Heavenly Dao! Without me, no one can live! I am the root of the earth! The source of the planet!"
Unfamiliar words flooded my mind.
Song Chen quickly searched his mind for the knowledge he had learned.
But no, he had never heard of those two words before!
He opened his mouth, wanting to ask, but he found that he couldn't say those two words at all.
A seemingly honest voice spoke arrogantly:
"Are you scared? You can't even call me by name, can you? Because I am the origin of all things, you eat my food, drink my water, use my things, and you must respect me!"
Song Chen's mind raced, and he said:
"Then what can I call you? I can't keep calling you 'you' all the time. My name is Song Chen, you can call me Song Chen. Do you have a name?"
Upon hearing this name, the honest-sounding voice paused for a moment before speaking:
“I have no name, but I like your name very much. Songchen, then give me back my dust and the Spirit Spring.”
Song Chen asked sincerely:
"How can I return it to you? I am currently in a small secret realm, and the spiritual spring is indeed on the fragments of the Heavenly Dao."
Upon hearing this, the Root of the Earth sighed:
"Sigh, another secret realm. That thief from the Heavenly Dao stole my body, placed it outside the heavens, and even called this part of the land a secret realm."
Whenever this part of the earth is about to sever its connection with me, it is sent back by the Heavenly Dao, allowing me to infuse it with energy once again.
"That shameful Heavenly Dao stole my treasures and deliberately stuffed them into the secret realm! It's utterly despicable!"
The words of the Root of the Earth completely overturned Song Chen's thinking and his understanding of the world.
Song Chen could hardly believe that this was the truth of the world.
From that day on, Song Chen was no longer bored; he found a new way to pass the time.
He spends every day in this pit, chatting with the root of the earth through the shredded paper of the heavenly way.
From the roots of the earth, he learned a great deal once again.
One day, a thousand years later.
Mu Feng suddenly appeared in the Peach Blossom Paradise.
Song Chen noticed the arrival of the person and had already returned to a corner of the Peach Blossom Spring Secret Realm.
He looked up at Mu Feng and asked:
Why did you suddenly come here?
In the last thousand years, Mu Feng and his lover have both advanced to the Tribulation Transcending stage.
For them, the Peach Blossom Paradise has become a dispensable burden.
The True Spirit Spring in the secret realm was hidden by Song Chen.
Fake spiritual springs have too little spiritual energy and have long been eliminated.
For the past thousand years, Song Chen only wanted to chat and didn't want to work, so he pretended to be at the eighth level of magic and remained at the Mahayana stage.
Therefore, he had not seen Mu Feng for a thousand years.
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