Chapter 1288: Final Chapter: A Cup of Tea, a New World
In the small cup, which was less than two inches high, the universe's starry sea was flowing and the aroma of tea was lingering, as if carrying the extraordinary central world and flowing into Wang Xuan's mouth.
The whole world became much clearer in his eyes, and his body became lighter, as if he was lightening up, removing a layer of shackles, and being purified.
He seemed to see the essence of all things. Through the extinguished fairyland, he looked up and saw dim lights in the distance. It was a real yet ethereal place that appeared and disappeared.
Wang Xuan was more peaceful than ever before. Although he saw a corner of the cloud recesses, which seemed to be a real place, in a flash of inspiration, he remained calm.
At the source of the No. 1 supernatural power, two years after the Umbrella of Eternal Silence appeared, he penetrated the umbrella and saw the lights of thousands of homes, but it was finally confirmed that he had returned to the starting point.
Now seeing the "reality" again, he is calm and thinks of it as seeing a glimpse of the future.
He drank tea, and white mist curled up in the cup, like countless stars, and sank into his mouth. It was the taste of the world, accompanied by the magnificent sight of the changing eras.
At the same time, there were scripture symbols and secret flames all over the sky, blooming at the same time and steaming on the tip of his tongue, as if some kind of essence of this era was flowing.
For a moment, there were countless wonders, and Wang Xuan's whole body was covered with peaceful light. He realized the immortal truth of the extraordinary central world, and the chapter left in the ashes was worthy of careful study.
He sat on a small boat in the mist, and at a glance, it seemed as if two thousand years had passed. He saw the past of the old center, the changes of the myth, from its official appearance to its glory, and then to its curtain call.
Wang Xuan held the cup, silent and motionless, with many feelings and endless enlightenment emerging in his mind. In the spiritual realm, he stretched his body and interpreted various scriptures and wonderful methods.
With his body and mind clear and empty, his Taoism was improving, not violently, but like a trickle of water, flowing in from all areas, making him increasingly fulfilled.
The flower of vision took root in the pile of scriptures, and every time it swayed, it brought bursts of fragrance. Countless rains of light fell on Wang Xuan, making him feel more and more detached from the world.
The scriptures filled the sky, like fireflies or star clusters, with endless flames, covering the sky, drowning the withered yellow papers, and floating forward.
Wang Xuan was neither anxious nor impatient, and his mentality remained calm. The small boat in the fog moved slowly, following the side of the paper carrying the Tao. It carried a vast amount of wonderful Dharma, and made bursts of light chanting sounds, soft and otherworldly.
The small boat in the fog carried Wang Xuan, accompanied by the flames of scriptures in the sky, illuminating the dark and vast fairyland, and passed through the sky above this extinguished cold earth.
For three whole years, Wang Xuan was in this special state of studying scriptures and seeking enlightenment. He had no voice, but only pondered and comprehended various Dharmas and Taos.
His cultivation level is continuously improving, never drastic, but steady and resolute, and certain areas are constantly being expanded.
In the fourth year, a small boat in the fog carried Wang Xuan, accompanied by a fire of scriptures and flowers of vision, into the heaven beyond heaven.
He had participated in the Longevity Fruit Festival here, fought against the Candle Dragon Clan in the Sky City Arena, and dug out the Primordial Divine Mud made from the flesh and blood of the True Saint from the Creation Garden. Then, the two leaders, Jin Ming of the Ten-Eyed Golden Cicada and Xiong Shan of the Black and White Bear Clan, followed suit and led the people of the city to repeatedly plunder the wool in the garden...
In a blink of an eye, more than 1,300 years have passed. The entire Sky City has migrated away with the No. 1 Supernatural Source, and many people are in hibernation.
The outer world where aliens can live is now dark.
Even the once magnificent Xingyue River, formed by the gathering of starlight and moonlight, is now extremely dark and completely dry. In the past, the waves were sparkling, the clam fairies were dancing, the red dragon carps were in groups, and the pleasure boats were in groups. All the people coming and going were geniuses and famous people, and the smoke and waves were vast.
The foggy boat came, bringing with it the fire of scriptures all over the sky, illuminating the sky beyond the sky again. For a moment, the grand scene of yesterday seemed to reappear, and the remaining waves of the Star-Moon River materialized, rolling up the lingering echoes of the waves before they dissipated.
Wang Xuan was neither happy nor worried, his face was calm. The past had long gone. He looked through the dark space and saw the dim light in that corner again, as if a real place was emerging.
The withered yellow paper condenses the rhythm of Taoism here, and gathers the scriptures all over the sky. The flames shoot up to the sky, illuminating the dark night sky, and the extinguished sky outside is becoming bright.
After 4 years, the paper carrying the truth began to move, accompanied by the flowers of vision. Scrolls of scriptures were suspended in the air, shining like stars in the sky, and the clusters of withered and yellowed papers flew away to a place otherworldly.
The boat followed in the fog, very steadily, as if sailing towards an unknown shore in the waves of the night.
The Land Beyond the World, the 36th Heaven, and Hell are all considered special Jedi places. They have gone away together with the No. 1 Supernatural Source, leaving only remnants and emptiness.
But here, the paper carrying the scriptures was unprecedentedly "loud". A page of paper was shaking, and the scriptures embodied and carried on it were densely packed, like a sea of scriptures surging.
In heaven and on earth, there are volumes of ancient and mottled scriptures.
“The place where the true saints live, even if the entire dojo has been moved away and it looks empty, the essential heritage is still so brilliant.”
That was the true meaning of the saints circulating. Even many chapters had not been refined or extracted, but appeared hazily near the fire and caught Wang Xuan's eyes.
This time, on one side of the boat, the sound of chanting scriptures coming from the paper carrying the Dao became louder, the sea of scriptures surged, and the scene was magnificent.
Although there was not much tea left in Wang Xuan's cup, it seemed as if it was infused with new tea fragrance. The aftertaste was endless, long and lasting, and unforgettable for a lifetime.
He seemed to see one True Saint after another performing martial arts, displaying the supreme principles of the Tao, and evolving infinite magical powers, but they were all blurry and hazy.
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