Chapter 82: It Will Be Different Ding Xiang sheathed her sword. Blood splattered...
Lilac returns the sword to its sheath.
The splattered blood spread out slowly, and the giant python with two horns on its head was split into two, from the forehead to the tail.
The sword's shadow was sharp and sharp, and it still had enough power to penetrate the snake's body, leaving a huge mark on the ground. The python died quickly and easily.
The sword intent is clearly revealed in the carvings.
If Zhang Xiangwen is a traitor, he is the disciple with whom Bai Zhao has the most different ideas; Jin Aqing is the disciple with the highest talent, who is destined to become the number one swordsman in the future.
Dingxiang is the disciple that Bai Zhao is most satisfied with and the one whose ideas are most similar to his.
——The sword is a weapon, the sword is a killing weapon.
Zhang Xiangwen stared at the scars on the ground in a daze.
He had seen Junior Sister Jin's sword intent, which was ethereal and otherworldly, and contained the mystery of the simplicity of the great way.
But no matter how many times you watch it, Senior Sister Dingxiang's sword intent is always the most terrifying one.
Like a traveler running on the ice field, the moment he sees the blizzard, the cold and murderous aura hits him.
However, Senior Sister Dingxiang is still much better than Master. At least her emotional intelligence is definitely not so low as to be on the same level as Master.
She looked over in the blood-soaked mist. "What are you standing there for?"
This was already the 21st day since Zhang Xiangwen entered the chasm. Unlike the first day when he was still full of hope, he was now terribly depressed. This was partly because he couldn't get any sunlight under the chasm, and also because -
“Does this really make sense?”
Fighting non-stop, killing those spirit beasts that were getting closer and closer to the legend, and then watching them emerge from the fog again.
Endlessly, in a continuous cycle.
"We've been fighting for so long, and none of those monsters have completely disappeared."
Zhang Xiangwen told his master about Junior Sister Jin on the day he first arrived. For some reason, there is still no effective way to dispel the fog.
Ding Xiang suppressed the murderous intent caused by the continuous fighting and smiled: "Then we have to do it."
We must continue to fight even if it is meaningless, otherwise no one will survive.
The eldest sister looked up and vaguely saw the remnants of the ladder to the ninth heaven.
It is in ruins, and every day countless fragments break off from the ladder and fall to the earth.
If you don't think about the dangers it brings, it's actually a very beautiful picture.
A galaxy-like ladder to heaven shone faintly through the mist, countless stars slowly drifting down. In this dark bottom, the starry sky was like silver pebbles, briefly illuminating the chasm.
It's like the sky river falling to earth.
If there are gods in heaven, are they also watching this desolate yet beautiful scene?
The eldest sister took two steps forward and patted the junior on the shoulder.
"Don't think too much. Just stop here for today. If you're too tired, you can come later tomorrow and rest more."
Zhang Xiangwen forced a smile and nodded.
Ding Xiang continued, "Go back and meet the new monks. The recruitment standards have been lowered this time."
In just over twenty days, there were countless casualties, and the recruitment standard finally dropped to the Jindan stage.
The world of cultivation includes the largest number of people, and below that is the foundation-building stage where one has not yet comprehended the harmony between heaven, earth, and man.
The standards cannot be lowered any further. If that day ever comes, it will only be a matter of time before the entire cultivation world is destroyed.
Zhang Xiangwen sighed.
He was even a little tired of meeting new monks.
It is very common for a monk who had just chatted with you the day before to die the next day.
There is no sunlight under the chasm. If you count carefully, the people who spend the most time together, apart from Senior Sister Dingxiang, are actually those monsters that keep dying and coming back to life.
Zhang Xiangwen didn't even have to worry about them not appearing the next day.
...How ridiculous, he thought.
*
Zhang Xiangwen was waiting at the entrance. There was no mist here, and he could see the golden sunset when he looked up.
The sun was warm, which made him feel a little better.
The absence of mist meant that the sound transmission jade talisman could be used. Zhang Xiangwen held the jade talisman and opened the forum aimlessly.
He hadn't looked at the jade talisman for a long time. The worse his mood was, the less motivated he felt.
The posts moved upwards one by one in the line of sight.
Until Zhang Xiangwen suddenly stopped moving.
[Is Tiansheng Jianxin's talent really that amazing? He easily reached the Golden Core stage after just one mission?!]
...Golden Core Stage?
...Wasn’t Junior Sister still in the Foundation Establishment Stage before?
Zhang Xiangwen suddenly felt a little panic. He just felt bored on the battlefield, and most of the monks of the same level around him left one by one with sadness.
But this is completely different from his juniors who are many years younger than him going to the battlefield.
It is only natural for seniors to go to the battlefield.
As for the younger generation... what are they? Are they just useless?
In Zhang Xiangwen's eyes, Jin Aqing was no different from a child at that age. Children of her age in the village were still at the stage of crying for hunger and asking for snacks every day.
The sound of the sails of a boat sailing across the sea of clouds could be heard from afar.
The white sails broke through the clouds, leaving a clear trace on the sunset glow, and the sea of clouds fled to both sides under the pressure of the giant ship.
Zhang Xiangwen looked up while holding the sound transmission jade talisman and saw someone standing at the bow of the boat.
In her arms she held the unique divine sword, the nameless sword that had recently ascended to the throne of the world's number one sword.
The younger sister nodded at him.
Zhang Xiangwen suddenly felt very tired, and he was enveloped by a fatigue even deeper than fighting with Xuanwu for five days and five nights.
A kind of indescribable sadness came over me.
In fact, he no longer knew whether what he had said to his master about Junior Sister Jin was correct.
He didn't want her to go to the battlefield again just to kill the enemy.
He had already seen that Junior Sister Jin did not like killing those strange beasts.
Moreover, Junior Sister Jin has only been practicing cultivation for two years!
Climbing the ladder...how far has it fallen?
*
"We have every reason to believe that the ladder collapsed for no apparent reason – it is still escaping to the outside world today, and its fragments are producing this mist."
"There are actually some similarities between being in the mist and being in the secret realm, such as the obvious features like signal attenuation."
"More importantly, and even more deadly, the spiritual energy emitted by the fragments causes the monster to continuously develop into the legendary form, making it difficult to kill."
"Also, as long as the mist exists, these monsters will be able to come back to life."
Zhang Xiangwen glanced at the Jindan stage people around him. The first group to come were all disciples from the sect, and each one looked younger than the other.
He paused.
"Unfortunately, so far, no effective means have been found to dispel the mist."
His gaze drifted uncontrollably towards Jin Aqing.
Junior Sister Jin's expression was calm, and she didn't seem surprised.
Yes, someone must have come into contact with her and perhaps asked her how she dispelled the fog.
Just got nothing.
...Could it be that Tiansheng Jianxin has some special characteristics that are still unknown in the world of cultivation?
After Zhang Xiangwen finished speaking, there was an unavoidable gasp from below.
What is the natural moat? It is the burial place of countless heroes.
What kind of monster lives in the natural chasm? The bloodline of an ancient monster remains.
If it is close to the legend, how different is it from the real mythical beast?
Zhang Xiangwen continued: "If you want to leave, we won't force you."
There were whispers, but no one said they were leaving.
The teaching philosophies of the major sects are different, but they all abide by the "Regulations on the Management of the Cultivation World" without exception.
At this time, no one wants to retreat.
Zhang Xiangwen knew this was the situation and sighed inwardly.
He said: "I sincerely hope that everyone can survive."
Survive? No one will survive.
Zhong stood in the corner, thinking calmly.
She stood here, and no one noticed that there was a cultivator in the Qi training stage here.
She wanted to hide her aura; no one would be able to detect it unless she reached the Mahayana stage and passed the tribulation.
That’s it, recruit all Jindan stage cultivators.
Then a crushing defeat.
From then on, the ladder to heaven completely fell.
The major sects that contributed the most suffered heavy losses, and the world of cultivation entered a new era.
The importance of merit has been weakened since people were unable to ascend to the heavens. Living life to the fullest and doing whatever they want have become the standard of conduct for more people. The previous management regulations are like waste paper, and even the sects that supported the implementation of the management regulations are in trouble.
Even monks who adhere to the rules of the old era will be besieged.
Zhong did not look at Jin Aqing. The other party was quite alert, and even she would probably be exposed because of the sight.
She didn't want her junior sister to know that she was here for the time being.
A black cat stood up from the sofa, raised its front paws, and stood like a human.
Zhong Zhen brought the sofa with her. It was not difficult, but it was indeed her first experience in her life.
When hiding, you have to take the sofa with you, otherwise it will be easily discovered.
The black cat was unscrupulous. Its tail was connected to the shadow, as if it could easily blend into the shadow in the next second.
Such characteristics reminded Zhong of a monster, but it was ridiculous to put such a lowly monster together with the pet of this god.
It is a completely different dimension.
With Zhang Xiangwen's departure, everyone went to look for the sect elders as arranged, and the crowd slowly dispersed.
Zhong stood there, and finally looked up at Jin Aqing's shadow gradually moving away.
In this natural barrier, Jin Aqing died five hundred and thirty-seven times, plus the one hundred and two times before, a total of six hundred and thirty-nine times.
Zhong remembered it clearly, she remembered every death clearly.
This time, it will definitely be different.
This was the only way she could convince herself, otherwise she would find it difficult to face this last chance.
Time reversal requires consumables, and Zhong's soul is about to be exhausted. This is the last chance.
She refused to accept Jin Aqing's death or the ending of becoming a ladder to heaven.
As for now, Zhong closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a new soul was in control.
Zhong Liu was confused and helpless. The surroundings were very dark and there was no one around.
In the pitch-black cave, water droplets drip from the stalactites.
“Tick-tock.”
Zhong Liu murmured, "Where did this come from? Is this still the Qingyun Sect?"
Could it be that her sleepwalking had reached this point? She had a guess in her heart, but she could only see her when Zhong came to find her, otherwise she could only guess blindly.
"You have a rich imagination." He said casually, not knowing whether it was a compliment or criticism.
Zhong Liu was silent.
On the uneven ground, her lazy sofa was placed there, with potholes underneath, and a strange cat was standing on top, supporting itself with its hind legs.
Zhong Liu slowly closed his eyes.
Maybe it wasn't sleepwalking, but she was mentally ill due to too much stress.
...Haha, otherwise how could I see such a bizarre scene.
The original owner's voice came from my mind.
【I know you have doubts in your heart, but I can't explain them to you at the moment.】
Firstly, she wanted to know what different actions her remaining soul would take when it was completely unaware of the truth; secondly, the remaining Heavenly Dao was still stopping her.
Although Zhong Liu was puzzled, he at least realized that the matter was serious and might be related to the original owner.
She asked, "Then where is this place? I can tell."
[The natural chasm is the starting point of the ladder to the sky.]
Zhong Liu: “?”
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