For six whole years, Wang Xuan remained silent, but in his spiritual realm, the rhythm of Tao was surging and tearing through the vast universe. He was gaining enlightenment and comprehending various scriptures.
After drinking the last bit of the tea in one gulp, Wang Xuan felt clear all over, and entered the fourth level of extraordinary human being naturally and harmoniously without any disturbance.
After the flower of vision had shone to its fullest, its petals withered. This was a change that had occurred to a divine object that was said to never wither. But soon, new flowers grew, even more brilliant. On those new petals, it seemed as if one extraordinary source after another was revealed, being born and dying.
The fog surged, and the boat set sail again. The withered yellow paper absorbed the essence of the scriptures in the sky, presenting dense symbols. It returned to its original state, left the pile of scriptures, and floated beside the boat with the flower of vision, slowly drifting away and entering the starry sea of the world.
It has been 13 years since Wang Xuan returned to the old center. After breaking through the barrier, his heart is calm and he still maintains this special state.
The extinguished fairyland, the heaven beyond the heaven, and the land beyond the world allowed him to reach a higher level. The vast and boundless extraordinary central world, the sea of stars in the present world, and the remnants of the Jedi such as Hell, the Sea of Origin, and the 36th Heaven were all waiting for him to approach.
The small cup in his hand disappeared and returned to the coffee table. However, as the boat and the Dao paper moved forward in the mist and sailed into the endless sea of stars, more and more Dao rhymes and runes accumulated on the withered yellow paper, and the teapot floated up again and poured tea into the small cup that was less than two inches high.
Wang Xuan stretched out his hand and naturally took the tea. He only took a sip and was not in a hurry to drink it all. The good tea in his hand carried the charm of Taoism. The essence accumulated over a century would become more and more, and he needed to taste it slowly.
“Deja vu.”
The starry sky is infinite, but this sea of stars is not unfamiliar. As Wang Xuan drives in, he feels more and more familiar with it.
The flower of vision sways, and on the petals, it seems as if a myth is born and dies, and the light rain falls in front, as if guiding the way forward. The Dao paper inherits the rhyme of Tao, condenses the texture, and goes in the direction of the light rain.
"Flower of Vision, you really know my wish." Wang Xuan recognized Xinghai.
This is the Pingtian Star Region, where he and Yudaoqi first landed when they came to the Extraordinary Central World. 1,356 years have passed, making him sigh at how fast time flies.
The boat in the fog seems to be moving slowly, but it actually has great speed, like an old horse that knows the way. The boat, Wang Xuan, the paper carrying the Tao, and the flower of vision appear near a planet with life.
"Haichuan Star, the first planet I visited that year. I wonder if there are any familiar people left here." Wang Xuan whispered.
In the past, this planet was still in the steam age, but now it has been replaced by a high-tech look.
There used to be a large cave on this planet, which was opened up by the broken old holy decree, but now it has long been extinguished.
The faces of Su Tong, Ling Xuan, Qi Sheng and others appeared in front of Wang Xuan. Back then, he used the pseudonym Qin Cheng to get to know them, become friends with them, and enter Pingtian Academy together.
Wang Xuan returned 13 years ago, and before that the last echoes of the myth had been extinguished for 17 years, which means that the remaining breath of the extraordinary had ended for 30 years.
Haichuan Star was only a medium-to-low-sized mythological planet back then, and was not very famous. Now there is no extraordinary person here.
Wang Xuan was a strange man from the 4th level of the sky. He could see through everything with just a sweep of his divine sense. He sighed softly, and the myth ended here.
However, the Dao rhythm of that extinguished large cave was condensing towards the Dao Paper.
He took a sip, without much reflection, but more of a nostalgia for the past.
"Huh?!" When his spiritual light covered the entire planet, he actually captured the breath of familiar people. They had become mortals, but they were very healthy.
As soon as he thought about it, he saw it. He didn't know whether he should be happy or feel sorry for his old friends. Those two people were left on this planet and could not keep up with the pace of the great migration of the No. 1 Supernatural Source.
They are Su Tong and Ling Xuan, both old friends, but they have not seen each other since they parted at Pingtianshu.
At that time, Wang Xuan practiced the "Six Tribulations of Thunder and Fire", which was said to be difficult to master and would lead to death. After Su Tong learned about it, he treated him sincerely, constantly dissuaded him, and repeatedly warned him. Ling Xuan also introduced a Taoist partner to Wang Xuan, fearing that he would have an accident and hoping that he could leave behind descendants.
"They are all very good friends. I really didn't know they stayed." Although Wang Xuan, under the alias Qin Cheng, only met them for a short time, he had a very good impression of them.
The main reason was that his identity became sensitive later on, and he rarely met Wolverine, Lao Zhang and the others, so it was naturally not appropriate for him to disturb the people he knew the earliest.
Wang Xuan had to leave Pingtian Academy at the beginning. At that time, he did not dare to have much contact with Su Tong and Ling Xuan. He just secretly entrusted Yan Que and others to secretly give the two of them the rare scriptures that could allow the true immortals to control the Tao.
The myth has been extinct for 30 years, and the physical age of the two should be close to 50 years old, but after all, their lifespan is longer than that of ordinary people. Now they are only in their 30s, and they are married and have children, a boy and a girl, both only four or five years old.
"We can probably live to over 130 years old, and may die behind our two children. We shouldn't have given birth to them so early." Ling Xuan looked at the two lively and active children in the distance, feeling doting but also a little melancholy.
Su Tong smiled and said, "If it wasn't so early, the children we are waiting for might not be the two we have now."
In the fog, Wang Xuan, sitting in a small boat, searched through his shrunken collection. Finally, he found some miraculous medicines. Ninety nine percent of them were sent out before the No. 1 supernatural source went into hibernation.
Silently, two golden fruits appeared in front of Su Tong and Ling Xuan who were watching the children playing, emitting a rich fragrance.
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