Chapter 883: Even if everyone dies... what does it matter to her...
Although Chen Huai'an couldn't make a sound, with his tacit understanding with Li Qingran,
Even if she only moves her lips, Li Qingran knows what she is saying.
"My current situation is... very bad."
Chen Huai'an sighed silently, his eyes becoming deep and distant.
"On Earth, the sky has collapsed."
"I have given it my all, and used up all my trump cards."
But that Supreme Lord Laozi is already a saint who has attained enlightenment.
놛's lips opened and closed very slowly, each word like blood and tears squeezed from between his teeth.
"The power of heaven and earth pressed down, and my physical body and soul... were indeed shattered at that moment."
Li Qingran gazed quietly at her master's profile.
As Chen Huai'an recounted the story, she seemed to witness firsthand the scene that shook the heavens and earth:
That enormous hand that blots out the sky, that millstone that grinds away everything, and that lonely figure that stands alone amidst destruction.
Her eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up but stubbornly refusing to fall, afraid that they would blur her vision and prevent her from seeing her master's next words.
"but……"
Chen Huai'an changed the subject, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.
"I'm still alive, I'm not quite dead yet."
"At that critical moment, a being who called himself Zhongshi will lead his master to a chess game that is independent of the world."
“A…a Zhongshi?” Li Qingran was taken aback. “A Zhongshi among the ’Zhanji’ (斩꺘尸)?”
“That’s right.” Chen Huai’an knew what Li Qingran was thinking and said with a wry smile, “I am also one of the Corpses, a lower Corpse among Corpses. One day, the Corpses will surely merge, and I will borrow the weight of my original body to break through my realm and reach the supreme Dao.”
Chen Huai'an wasn't sure what he was doing either.
But since that's what the middle corpse said, and the middle corpse no longer exists, then we'll just have to believe the middle corpse's statement for now.
"How should I describe the corpse to you?"
The reason I met you is because of the Corpse in the story. To me, it disguised itself as something called a 'System'.
Seeing the doubt in Li Qingran's eyes, he continued, "You can think of the so-called system as a merchant. I provide you with the resources you need, and you give me the supplies I need. The exchange of resources and supplies—for example, when I first met you, I used the Thunderfire Talisman to force back the demon wolf, and that was what I got in exchange for resources from the system."
Li Qingran nodded, indicating that she had a basic understanding of the concept of a system.
So, if it weren't for the middleman, Zhong Shi, her fate would indeed have been different, and she wouldn't have been able to meet her master.
"What about that chess game?"
Even though the answer is already in the mouth.
When Li Qingran asked the question, she held her breath and asked cautiously.
"I have won by half a point."
"It was both a price and a reward... The corpse sacrificed itself."
Chen Huai'an raised his semi-transparent hand and looked at the faint lines in his palm.
“He preserved my last wisp of soul and brought me here—the retreat He left behind, the Canglan Realm.”
At this point, Chen Huai'an's gaze darkened.
An escape route.
These two words sound easy, yet they carry immense weight.
Why would the corpse do this?
Is it merely to prolong the existence of the dead?
No.
Chen Huai'an knew very well.
If I were to return to Earth like this, even if I were to rebuild my golden body, even if I were to regain my peak condition...
Facing that old Taoist priest sitting high in the Tushita Palace, it was still like an ant trying to shake a tree!
Under the Holy See, all are but ants.
Moreover, among those countless gods and Buddhas, besides Laozi, there was the unfathomable Jade Emperor, and the undefeated Tathagata.
It's still far from perfect.
Having "died" once, 놛 saw many things clearly.
Arrogance and stubbornness are nothing but a joke in the face of absolute power.
But I don't regret my persistence.
Because 놛 did not know that 놛 had a way out.
Even knowing there was no way out, he still fought to the death, and no one called him a coward.
"My husband..."
Li Qingran suddenly spoke, interrupting 놛's thoughts.
She leaned forward, her delicate face pressed against Chen Huai'an's chest.
Although he couldn't touch her, the gentle fire in her eyes sent a shiver down Chen Huai'an's spine.
"Now that you've come to this vast world, don't go back to that chaotic Earth."
Her voice was soft, yet carried a hint of stubbornness and obstinacy.
"Legend has it that those who slay corpses to prove their Dao must eventually merge with their corpses."
Now that the corpse has voluntarily offered itself as a sacrifice, becoming a part of your power, you are now a more complete version of yourself.
"You possess the power of both the lower and middle corpses; the upper corpse will certainly be no match for you."
"As for Earth, Holy Planet, etc..."
Li Qingran bit her lip, a fleeting hint of selfishness flashing in her eyes.
"What's it to you?"
Her voice became a bit firmer.
"Although the Canglan Realm is only a small world, there is no Supreme Lord Laozi here, nor any monsters that we cannot defeat."
"How about we rest and recuperate here for now?"
"When Master gains greater power and becomes stronger than before, and is confident in defeating that old man..."
"Shall we go again? Or, stay in the Cangyun Realm or the Canglan Realm, and never go again!"
As long as Master is safe and sound.
As long as her master is by her side.
Even if the world is destroyed, even if everyone dies...
What does it have to do with her?
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