Chapter 856: Blue Star Will
The only true world is rooted in the gray and silent land, absorbing nutrients and growing wantonly. Now it has become a rare holy place for cultivation, comparable to the highest heavens.
Compared with the Gray and Silent Land separated by a world, it is far inferior, but its status is higher. The meaning of its existence is far greater than its own value. Non-native creatures, even the strong ones from the other side, cannot set foot in it.
"It's still this world that makes me feel comfortable."
Bai Donglin stood on the "God-Slaying Monument" with his eyes slightly narrowed and his consciousness rippling slightly. He had completely covered the only real world, the endless dimensions, not a grain of sand or a stone, and nothing could escape his perception.
The Only True World is his birthplace, his second home, and also the carrier of the crucial "Ring of Time Paradox". It began here and should end here, and only then will it be complete.
"Huh? I didn't expect this old friend to still be alive."
Everything related to the transcendent, no matter how big or small, is reflected in his mind, which is omniscience. However, Bai Donglin is not impressed by this ability and actively blocks it. After all, it is useless against the transcendents who can threaten him. It only leaves the rest, which can bring some small surprises from time to time and is also quite interesting.
For example, now...
Bai Donglin took a step forward, crossing the dimension and time, ignoring all obstacles, and appeared in a small world in gray tones.
The Monument Realm, it is no longer appropriate to call it a small world. Its size has expanded billions of times, like a vast universe filled with an entire dark continent.
On the continent, a forest of steles stands tall. Each stele is tens of thousands of light years high and has a majestic aura. The inscriptions engraved on them sparkle with brilliant light. Different stele are filled with different wills.
The first owner of the twelfth floor, Madam White Bone, rests here forever.
The first generation twelfth floor master, Ren Wufeng, sleeps here forever.
The first twelfth floor master, Duya Miaomiao, sleeps here forever.
The first Lord of Qingdi City, Jiang Wudao, rests here forever.
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The fourth-generation ancestor of Jidao Sect, Xue Tu, rests here forever.
The first generation ancestor of Jidao Sect, the Lord of All Saints, rests here forever.
The last bell keeper of Jidao Sect—fierce and fierce, sleeps here forever.
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Ding! Ding ding——
The sound of faint bells rose from the center of the forest of steles, brushing past the endless stone tablets until it reached the end of the world. Faint Buddhist sounds could be heard, making this world seem even more solemn and dignified, and allowing the dormant will of the strong to calm down.
"Alas, after all the cycles of life and death, how few people can truly realize eternity and transcend everything?"
Bai Donglin shook his head and sighed. He saw many familiar names, many of whom were extremely talented. Unfortunately, they were all dead, either on the battlefield, in secret places, or because they could not survive the erosion of the long years and their consciousness collapsed...
What is immortality? In the eyes of mortals, ten thousand years or one million years is an extremely long lifespan, and to some extent, it can be considered immortality.
Time flies by, and one hundred and three epochs have passed since the one true world connected to the endless heavens. For those who have not yet achieved the other shore, isn't this immortality? Unfortunately, due to the cultivation system, the self-consciousness maintains the self, which leads to the possibility of self-disintegration and death even in the eleventh realm that has concluded the timeline. It is not difficult to solve this drawback, that is, abandon the self, annihilate humanity, and become a heartless and desireless dead thing. Without the consciousness of the self, it is naturally not afraid of the erosion of time.
But few people take this path. Look at the stone tablets in front of them, many of them died with their consciousness collapsed and their self-humanity was annihilated. That is cutting off their own path forward, and they will never be able to step into the eighth realm of consciousness and achieve the other shore. With their arrogance, they naturally would not do so, even if it means death.
Everyone has his own destiny, so just try your best to live your life. Bai Donglin did not feel sad for these former comrades. He was silent for a moment and then walked towards the place where the bell sound came from.
A black lotus was suspended in the air. An old monk in a black robe, with a withered figure, was sitting cross-legged on it. He held the Jidao Bell in his hand and struck it with a strange rhythm, slowly and firmly, as if it had been like this since time immemorial.
"Moro, long time no see."
clang!!
Moro's figure paused, he put away the Jidao Bell, slowly stood up, and clasped his hands together in a salute.
"Amitabha Buddha, I am Mara, a humble monk, honored to meet you, sir!"
Many creatures who walked out of the One True World have reached the other side with the support of Baiyujing, such as the Wandering Emperor, Xili Feng, the Exiled Immortal, etc., not to mention those who were close to him, but Moro was different.
After leaving the Only True Realm with the help of Bai Donglin, Moro did not stay long, nor did he think about gaining benefits in Baiyujing. Instead, he left alone and traveled alone in the endless heavens.
What is surprising is that not only did Moro not die, but he also stepped into the other side of eternity and became the ultimate existence among them, even Bai Jiange and Bai Xuanzhen were slightly inferior to him.
It is really unbelievable, and the difficulty involved is self-evident.
"How long have you been sitting here, comforting the dead souls?"
Bai Donglin's eyes were filled with surprise. Even if he was his old acquaintance, Moruo, he should not have stopped, because this Moruo was even more shocking than he appeared.
"My Lord, after obtaining the permission from Baiyujing and Jidao, I have been sitting in this world for 98 trillion years."
Mara, dressed in black, had compassion in his eyes and answered questions in a gentle voice. In the extreme darkness, it seemed that infinite light was brewing.
"good!"
Bai Donglin nodded in praise. Although this Moro's method of cultivation was strange, if he were asked to predict the next transcendent in the One True World, this Moro would at least be in the top three.
To be able to reach this point on his own, Moro is truly terrifying and can be called a monster.
"Sir, I don't know why you came back this time..."
"Just like you, in seclusion, seeking further progress."
After saying that, Bai Donglin was about to turn around and leave, but he suddenly stopped and said, "Forget it. There is still some time left, so I will discuss the Dao with you. How much you can understand depends on yourself."
Moro is an evil man who fell into a trap in order to obtain the sacred stone "Cang". He once committed heinous crimes in the ancient world of Mingyu. But to this day, Bai Donglin actually saw his own shadow in the other party.
In order to become stronger, he slaughtered many lives. Although they were all alien black disasters, when it comes to evil, Moro cannot be more evil than him.
"Thank you, sir!!"
When Moro heard this, his eyes, which were as quiet as dead water, trembled slightly, and his emotions, which had been quiet for trillions of years, actually fluctuated a little. It can be seen how much the "Tao" of Bai Donglin, such a supreme existence, means to him.
"The Intention I passed on to you was not perfect. Let's discuss it today."
To achieve transcendence, one must first realize eternity, and it is most appropriate to use the "mind" to guide Mara.
Although it is a discussion, how can Moro have a say?
After ninety-nine and eighty-one days, Bai Donglin got up and left. Moro was still deeply immersed in enlightenment and unable to extricate himself. It was estimated that he would not be able to wake up for hundreds of millions of years.
well--
A faint sigh echoes in the world of monuments, engraved forever in time and space, never to fade away.
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Qianyuan Continent, Nanyang Country, the first forbidden area in the real world - the ancestral land of the Bai family.
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Two figures had been standing on the Xiaohui Mountain for a long time. Bai Donglin arrived here first and silently looked at the three tombs in front of them, as if waiting for something.
"Big sister, second brother."
"Haha, elder sister is right. If you come back, you will definitely come here."
Bai Jiange's appearance has not changed, but his long snow-white hair is extremely eye-catching, and his sharp eyes also reveal a boundless vicissitudes of life.
"Second brother, do you need me to help?"
Bai Donglin frowned and said with some reluctance.
"No need."
"In a hundred small eras, every one trillion years, Yiyi's consciousness would collapse once, and I would revive her. She would kneel down and beg me to forget her..."
Bai Donglin opened his mouth and sighed secretly, without saying anything more. Is that true? Among every ten thousand swordsmen, there will definitely be one infatuated one.
Fortunately, he is heartless and not trapped by love. The relationship between him and Lianxin Xiaozi is not like love, but something else...
The three of them did not talk much. Bai Donglin took out incense, candles, money and paper and lit them one by one in front of the grave.
"Mom, I'm here to see you."
Today is the 105.9 trillionth anniversary of Qingying's death.
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Understand everything and cut off distractions.
Bai Donglin sat cross-legged on Xiaohui Mountain, the starting point of his practice, on the edge of a cliff, and began his retreat.
At his level, it made no difference where he went into seclusion. Cultivation environment? It was useless to him. Safety? Who in the world could hurt him in the slightest? The only true world, within the tolerance of the Gray Silence Land, Bai Donglin, as the master of Gray Silence, went into seclusion in this world, and it would not affect his amplification with the help of the Gray Silence vortex.
"My other self! Destroy——"
The first thing Bai Donglin did during his retreat was to destroy countless clones of himself in the outside world and put himself into the observer state.
Having understood the origin of the seven-colored divine light and mastered part of the power of white light, Bai Donglin now finally understands the essence of immortality and the so-called "observer state". In fact, it should be called - logical consciousness.
This involves the power of logic, which is why immortality is so powerful and unsolvable that even those who transcend cannot glimpse it.
After his self-destruction, his clone and logical consciousness now have other meanings and are the key to Bai Donglin's quick grasp of the source.
"With my will, I will transform the source of the world into the heart of heaven and earth!"
"Blue Star Will! Stand——"
boom!!
The source point is shrouded in logic and exists at the logical level. It is invincible and has no self, and cannot be infected by external forces in the slightest.
Only the immortal logical consciousness can cross this gap, enter the blue planet, and advance from surface control to complete control.
Moreover, the burden of the source points on Bai Donglin's consciousness was completely transferred to his clone, and the pressure was sharply reduced, which greatly improved the efficiency of controlling all source points.
“It worked.”
"However, this is just the beginning, and the chance of entering the source is only one billionth."
I need more of him and me.
At the same time, the heavens within the body must continue to expand, strengthening the power of the vortex in order to increase the efficiency of controlling the source and buy time.
"Original Black Light, you are the same as me at this moment, right? On the road to mastering Black Light, I have worked so hard and shed so much blood!"
'It's a pity that I have to work hard every year to make wedding clothes for others.'
(End of this chapter)