Chapter 78 Only between Heaven and Earth Update: 2024.10.2......
The natural chasm is at the bottom of the ladder, an insurmountable ravine. Even among monks, few are so desperate as to seek death there.
So, this was actually the first time that Zhang Xiangwen truly saw the natural barrier.
Most of the time, there are only some paper materials or blurry photos on forums, which only show a fraction of the majesty of the natural barrier.
It is like a giant spear spanning between heaven and earth, but such an existence is only the cornerstone of the ladder to the sky and the beginning of enlightenment and ascension.
"What's wrong with the Cloud Ladder?" Even though Zhang Xiangwen was already in the Nascent Soul stage, he could hardly see any trace of the Cloud Ladder.
It is said that at the moment of advancement, if you are close enough to the ladder, it is possible to see it at the moment of thunder tribulation.
Someone answered his question: "The ladder has fallen."
A bolt of thunder out of the blue is probably just like this.
It took Zhang Xiangwen a while to understand what the man had just said.
...Climbing the Cloud Ladder, isn't that the ladder to heaven that was created when the world was in chaos and ignorance? Even if it were to fall one day, it would be this world that would be destroyed first.
He thought something might have gone wrong with the ladder, but he didn't expect it to be a complete collapse.
"How is that possible?!"
The person in charge of picking him up had a calm and numb expression. Every minute and every second under the chasm was a torture for him.
"That's it."
"You are a disciple of Senior Bai Zhao. I will take you to Senior Bai later."
Beneath the chasm, the area where sunlight never shines is gloomy and cold, with a thin mist covering the air.
The guide walked ahead, his face hidden in the mist: "Be careful... those monsters are immortal."
Immortality, this word touched upon the point that Zhang Xiangwen cared about very much.
This was not the first time he had encountered this situation.
"What's the meaning?"
"That's right, those monsters that attacked us on the front lines will appear again even if we kill them."
The guide seemed to be in a bad mood, and as he spoke, he became a little angry: "One crop is harvested, and another crop immediately appears. Even leeks don't grow that fast!"
"We're here. Your master is in that cave. I won't see you off." The guide waved his hand dejectedly, turned around and left.
This kind of decadent aura is not common among cultivators, but Zhang Xiangwen is no stranger to it. Every time a large secret realm is opened, there are always people who can't hold on any longer and collapse and want to leave.
...That's about it. No one knew when the ladder collapsed. The cultivators he saw looked lifeless, without the high spirits of the Nascent Soul stage.
Just as he was thinking about it, a senior came out from the cave under the natural moat that served as his residence.
She has a face that no sword cultivator will ever forget, a face that belongs to a master weapon refiner.
Bian Zhe nodded slightly to him, left without saying anything.
Zhang Xiangwen raised the natal sword in his hand, the most common black iron sword.
It would be a lie to say that he didn't want the masterpiece of the weapon refiner, but he was a person who could not enjoy happiness. He only felt that the most ordinary sword was worthy of him.
The sword in Jiange once rang for him, but he refused it because he felt that he was not worthy of the spiritual sword.
Zhang Xiangwen walked into the cave.
The master was sitting cross-legged inside. He could see that he was cultivating his spiritual consciousness, so he didn't dare to disturb him.
When the surroundings are quiet, the sounds coming from far away become more obvious.
Zhang Xiangwen pondered in his mind: This roar should be from the Chi, and the other strong fluctuation of magic power comes from a high-level spirit beast with water spirit roots...
I just made a rough assessment and found that none of them were easy to deal with.
The natural barrier is indeed dangerous, but this is a very remote area and there shouldn't be so many ferocious beasts appearing there.
This idea added another weight to Zhang Xiangwen's guess.
Bai Zhao just opened his eyes and silently looked at his most useless disciple.
Last year was actually quite unpleasant because of that graduation report.
In his report, Zhang Xiangwen firmly denied the argument that swords are essentially killing weapons. He also used himself as an example, believing that swords should also have different destinations.
The most common black iron sword is actually very good for chopping trees and firewood for villagers.
Bai Zhao stared at him.
Zhang Xiangwen was not so patient, and his master's pressure was not concealed at all, and it was chilling.
He said, "What could hurt like that?"
The big hole in the master's body was repaired bit by bit, but it was not difficult to see the severity of the injury, which almost tore the whole person apart.
Bai Zhao snorted: "Go find Ding Xiang, I don't have time to take you."
It just so happened that Zhang Xiangwen didn’t really want to see his master.
In the way of swordsmanship, he and his master have irreconcilable differences and are destined not to be on the same path. It is strange that he has not been expelled from the sect until now.
Go find Senior Sister Dingxiang.
But before that, it is necessary to tell Master some of my guesses. After all, there are not many people who can make decisions under the chasm, and Bai Zhao must be one of them.
Zhang Xiangwen: "I've encountered this kind of strange thing before."
He briefly summarized it in a few words, then said, "If we can dispel the fog, it won't regenerate."
Bai Zhao stared at him silently: "Yes, we have guessed this." Even such a simple thing could be guessed.
"So how do you get rid of the fog?"
"It's not me, it's Junior Sister Jin. She can cut through the fog with her sword energy."
Zhang Xiangwen even asked back: "Can't you?"
Bai Zhao: "..."
Traitor!
Zhang Xiangwen didn't understand why until his master coldly kicked him out.
The sword he used was not the strange stone sword, and his talent was even less than that of a natural swordsman. He felt that it was normal that he could not do what his junior sister could do.
But he is not a fool.
...If even the master who is the best swordsman in the world can't do it, then it is obviously not a problem of strength.
Zhang Xiangwen was a little worried. Junior Sister Jin, where did you get the sword?
Things of unknown origin are always the most terrifying, just like a stone under the water, it is impossible to tell whether its edges and corners are clear.
He subconsciously wanted to send another message to Junior Sister Jin.
Send failed.
He remembered that the guide had said that the communication here was sometimes working and sometimes not.
The success rate will be higher if you send messages when the fog is less.
...As expected, I should go find Senior Sister Dingxiang first.
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Late at night, Longmen was shrouded in thick fog. This medium-sized town and the surrounding mountains were hidden in the fog.
But if someone enters the fog, they will find that the town is as bright as day.
The giant crow circled in the sky, raining fire with every breath.
In the firelight, the peasant girl huddled in a water tank.
...Many cultivators came during the day, thinking that there was some kind of "ascension of a powerful being" happening recently - she did not understand the meaning of ascension, but only knew that every time such a thing happened, Longmen would be particularly lively.
She just wanted to take advantage of days like this to make more money. After all, these monks were much easier to get along with than some of her fellow mortals. As long as she was quick and efficient, they would be willing to reward her with some gold and silver.
It is said that this is done for spiritual practice and for merit.
The peasant girl doesn't understand anything, but that doesn't stop her from working diligently to earn and save money.
But now…
The sound of legs sweeping across the ground could be heard again, accompanied by a wriggling sound.
She had seen this kind of monster before, and the mere thought of it made her shudder.
Even so, the peasant girl didn't even dare to breathe, wishing she were a piece of wood.
The feeling of fear continued to rise with the sound of the legs moving.
Peaks when the sound fades away.
It turns out that silence can be so terrifying, and just imagining it is enough to drive people crazy.
You don’t know if the monster is staring at your hiding place, or if it has already discovered you and is just enjoying the dying struggle of its prey, and you don’t know—
The other person may be right above your head.
The peasant girl looked up and met an eyeball that was clearly black and white.
The black part is darker than the thickest ink, opaque and dark.
The white part was too pale, like the broken bones exposed on the bodies of my father and mother that had been torn apart by them.
At this moment, great panic gripped her.
The next second, an ink-like smelly liquid covered his head and face.
The peasant girl did not hear any footsteps, but a hand pushed the lid of the water tank completely open.
In the reflection of a flickering firelight, the man was holding a sword in his hand, and the moonlight was flowing on the sword edge.
She heard the other party say.
"Ah—why is there another person?"
...saved.
The moment this thought came to her mind, the peasant girl fainted.
Long eyes buzzing.
You scared me.
The visitor was silent for two seconds: "It has nothing to do with me...it's really this monster that scared people."
She hadn't been out for a long time, and she couldn't control her spiritual sense well, and she didn't notice that there was a mortal hiding in this place.
She thought for a moment, stretched out her hand to form a seal, and performed a spell skillfully.
The semicircular cover covered the peasant girl, flashed twice, and disappeared from the spot along with the peasant girl.
"Let's leave it like this for now. It will automatically resolve at dawn."
The spiritual energy accumulated in this body was still too little. Zhong Liu had no sense of urgency at all, and after drawing the energy into the body, he made no further progress.
...Forget it, it was her own choice, and if Zhong Liu behaves the same as her, then what's the difference from the thousands of times before.
She originally wanted this "difference" of Zhong Liu.
The quiet moonlight, hidden behind the rain of fire, fell on the face of the visitor.
Zhong Liu usually uses this face to show a smooth expression, but the same face gives people completely different impressions.
This person didn't even have an expression, which made his face look cold and solemn like a flower on the mountain top.
Changmu didn't know what happened before and after, but for the sword spirit, it was enough to be able to recognize the sword master.
Its sword master is here.
"Zhong Liu" used his spiritual sense to scan the area and confirmed that there were no monsters before leaving.
This group of monsters is the same as always. Every time they find a way to escape from the natural barrier first.
She couldn't kill these monsters completely. There was only one person in the world who could do that.
Jin Ah Qing.
Her flames are powerful enough to burn everything in the world, including these mists.
Even "Zhong Liu", who had been reborn thousands of times, could not find a solution.
She could only kill these monsters briefly; sooner or later they would be born again from the fog.
She looked up and saw a giant crow in the sky, like the golden crow driving the sun chariot in mythology.
The same goes for this one. Unless Jin Aqing kills it personally, it will just be another reincarnation.
A long-lost memory suddenly came flooding back.
"Zhong Liu" unconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand and walked out of the farm.
She had to go find Junior Sister Jin first, although she hadn't figured out how to explain it to her yet.
Suddenly, my feet felt empty.
This untrained mortal body couldn't react at all, and "Zhong Liu" could only watch himself fall.
There was a faint sound of a crisp bell.
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