"The eighth level of the Heavenly Grade!" Wang Xuan finally reached this level. His spirit and flesh were continuously washed by layer upon layer of light. His body and soul were both transparent, and the patterns of the Imperial Dao covered his body surface.
He is now clear and detached, like a revived god or a reincarnated true saint. There is a natural Taoist charm in his every move, which is restrained yet powerful.
The light on him was dim and not dazzling, but it penetrated the fog, illuminating the entire foggy area with a soft, hazy, and incomparably sacred feeling.
Wang Xuan stared ahead, his lightning-like gaze intertwined with textures, as if transcending this era and spanning the entire time and space. He wanted to see the end area clearly.
The light source at the forefront of the fog was the place he wanted to set foot on the most. He had tried countless times to get there, but failed every time. He could never get close to it. He could see it from a distance, but could not get closer.
Wang Xuan once doubted whether it was a vision in his mind. It was not a real area, otherwise why was the distance constant and inaccessible? No matter how much he improved his Taoism, he could not get through, as if there was a foggy world between them!
If the end is illusory, the entire space is so real. In contrast, the external real world seems rotten and covered with a layer of dust.
Overall, the depths of the foggy area beyond the real world are more like a real place!
Because, standing here and watching the present world, there is always a kind of fate, a faint sadness that the ending is predetermined. Looking out, the dust-shrouded, decaying world cracks, and the desolate universe seem to have been declining for billions of years.
"This time... I actually saw something vaguely!" He was quite surprised. He tried without any hope. He raised his spiritual eyes to the limit, triggered his super divine induction, and released all his 6 levels of strength. He actually captured the real scene.
At the end of that unchanging road, with new vitality and an everlasting light, a hazy corner of it appeared when Wang Xuan's eyes were sore and about to bleed.
In the soft light mist, a small boat lies there, quiet and silent, with ripples everywhere.
"I want to see it more vividly and clearly!"
Wang Xuan's Taoism was running, resonating and resonating with this real place beyond the real world. In past battles, he rarely had such a moment when he tried his best.
The top of his head was glowing, sacred and brilliant. It was the source pool of the Imperial Way flowing out with a trickle of water, bright and untainted by dust. It was his unique pattern of the Imperial Way materializing, flowing to his limbs and bones.
At the same time, in the world after his death, more than 20 kinds of super-matter, some of which were not recorded in the existing mythological genealogy, emerged.
Wang Xuan's true body, his own Taoist rhyme, and the miraculous sight of controlling the Tao were integrated together, and his super-divine perception was further enhanced.
At the same time, it was like a lake of spiritual thoughts with a profound foundation, which instantly splashed up a crystal wave, as if a flash of spiritual light passed by, making him "enlightened".
At this moment, he captured a more specific scene in the soft light and mist at the end. If you encounter typos or omissions, please exit the browser reading mode and read on.
A small boat with a paddle lying on it, and an open scripture with fine words flowing on it. Faintly, it seemed as if there was a whisper reaching his ears, and soft words echoing vaguely in his heart.
In addition, there was a pot and a cup on the boat, with the aroma of tea wafting in the air and a thin mist rising up, which seemed real and illusory. Between Wang Xuan's mouth and nose, there was actually a fresh fragrance with the flavor of tea.
Quiet, peaceful and harmonious, a small boat is anchored on the mysterious water, as if waiting for someone to board the boat and then sail away.
Wang Xuan looked ahead of the boat. There should be a wider area there, but it was blocked by the glowing water vapor. He wanted to explore, but failed.
Even if he unsealed himself and fully stood in the 6-broken realm, he could not see through the mist. His eyes were stinging and two traces of blood oozed out. He had no choice, because that was not a mysterious area that he could explore at the moment.
It seems that only by standing on the boat and truly setting sail can you see the world ahead.
His spiritual consciousness and his Dao-transforming gaze were all directed towards the boat, and he even wanted to use the "You" technique to materialize himself there. However, this was too difficult, and he was very tired, but still could not get close.
During this process, the scroll illuminated the densely packed small characters, the murmurs, the chanting
The sound of the scriptures rang in his ears and reverberated in his heart. It was so vague that he couldn't distinguish it and couldn't hear it clearly.
However, he could feel as if there was a stream flowing in his heart and beside his ears. It was the light flowing from the scriptures, showing real ripples. This was the first time he had a connection with the end of the light source.
As for the pot and cup, the subtle fragrance of tea always lingered in his mouth and nose. Not only could he smell it physically, but he could also smell the refreshing fragrance of tea in his spirit.
"Is there really a scripture there? Or are all of these just my own understanding of Tao?" Wang Xuan fell into deep thought.
He was not excited or happy because of seeing the wonders or understanding the meaning of the scriptures. Instead, he was thinking calmly and exploring the essential issues.
After a brief thought, he focused his mind on the boat and the scriptures again. In the inexplicable ripples, his real body felt like it was being baptized. To his great surprise, the Hunyuan Divine Mud was also being purified.
He communicated with the boat and interacted with the scenery at the end of the real light source through the fog.
After a long time, Wang Xuan became tired and stopped, ending this exploration.
"Hmm?" He felt that there had been some changes in himself. It was not only because his Taoism had been raised to the 8th Heavenly Level, but also because of the baptism of scriptures in the small boat just now.
His real body, the broken body, seemed to be purer and more sacred. The trace of malice that was brought by the possession of the Hunyuan Divine Mud earlier had all dissipated.
Originally, every time he came out of the sacred mud, he had to purify himself many times, and it would take at least several days to completely eliminate the influence before he would feel at ease.
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