Chapter 846 Seven Fragments of the Sutra…
The mountain wind howled, and thunderclouds churned.
The higher you go, the colder the mountain wind becomes.
The thunder overhead grew increasingly heavy.
Chen Huai'an walked very fast on the rest of the way.
Zhang Yibai and Gu Changsheng followed behind Chen Huai'an in silence.
Looking at Chen Huai'an's retreating figure, they felt a sense of doubt and unease.
The familiar Chen Huai'an in my memory seems to be changing, like someone who has lost their memory is gradually regaining it. The memories of the past and the memories of the present are gradually merging, making that person sometimes seem like a young boy, and sometimes like an old man in his twilight years.
Every step taken.
Chen Huai'an's steps became heavier.
With each palace and statue he passed, Chen Huai'an gained an extra aura.
That aura was majestic as the sea, far less sharp and piercing than Chen Huai'an's sword intent, but it was like a forging hammer, constantly striking Chen Huai'an's soul.
Bi Yuewu remained silent.
Having reached this point, he had already understood.
As long as he follows Chen Huai'an and doesn't run around recklessly, nothing on these floating peaks will turn against him.
Otherwise, if any ulterior motives arise, or if there is even a trace of arrogance or disrespect, then the secrets hidden in these palaces are no joke.
It is true that it can kill even immortals.
Each time Chen Huai'an entered the palace, he only needed to wait outside.
After Chen Huai'an stood there in front of the statue, he bowed and took the tattered scroll.
Then the palace can be passed through normally.
He couldn't see the scenery that made Chen Huai'an stop and admire, nor could he see the tragic songs of gods forged with blood and flesh.
The fifth floating peak.
Pushing open the palace gates, a chilling aura, like the clanging of metal on metal, assaulted the senses.
There were no gods or demons enshrined inside the hall, only a huge sword furnace that seemed to have never been extinguished for thousands of years.
Inside the furnace, two stone statues embraced tightly.
The man was resolute, the woman gentle; the two were not forging a sword, but rather throwing themselves into the furnace.
They merged into one in the flames, each containing the other, making it impossible to tell whether it was the person forging the sword or the sword forging the person.
Golden characters floated on the sword-casting furnace.
"Gan Jiang, Mo Xie..."
Chen Huai'an stopped, frowned, and read the names of the boy and girl.
Gan Jiang was the swordsmith, and Mo Xie was his wife.
The golden lettering danced in the raging fire of the furnace.
[God, supremely ruthless, feeds on the heavenly source.]
They cultivate the 'path of indifference,' regarding all things as mere straw dogs; therefore, their minds are unburdened, and their bodies are indestructible.
[God commanded my wife and me to forge a vessel capable of holding God.]
We two know that ordinary iron cannot withstand divine power. The only way is through the heart.
God does not understand the heart. In their eyes, the seven emotions and six desires are all burdens, and love, hate, greed, and anger are all dust.
That night, the fire was perfectly lit. God descended, opened His enormous mouth, and demanded the vessel.
Moye laughed, and she jumped into the furnace; I laughed too, and followed her.
【With our souls united as one, unwavering until death, our obsession, named 'Utmost Love,' surged into the sea of divine consciousness.】
God has swallowed us.
Then... God fell into chaos!
[For the first time, He felt the pain of loss, the bitterness of unfulfilled desires, and... the fear born of love.]
[God fell from the clouds and became a madman who could cry, fear, and die.]
[Those who come after, remember: The divine heart is empty and still.]
Let God descend to the mortal realm. Once God experiences fear, He has a fatal weakness!
Chen Huai'an stared at the two stone statues that had merged into one, speechless for a long time.
He used himself as bait, just to transform a celestial being from an unkillable monster into a cultivator similar to the immortals of the celestial realm.
People like Bi Yuewu and Tu Fuxing are simply a few special types of cultivators.
Ordinary cultivators use "놅" to refer to true essence, while immortals use "놅" to refer to immortal essence, which is simply one dimension higher than that of cultivators.
The meaning of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie is: to kill a god, to cause the god to fall from its dimension.
To pollute God's heart with oneself and one's loved ones is too heavy a price to pay.
He, Chen, cannot do it.
If he cannot kill the god, he would rather Li Qingran stay in the Cangyun Realm for the rest of his life and never be involved in the karmic cycle of this realm.
Chen Huai'an sighed and bowed deeply to the sword furnace.
Then, he gently took the fifth volume of the sutra from the embrace of the stone statue.
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The sixth floating peak.
If we say that the zither player Shi Kuang's palace is the greatest sound that is silent.
So here, the great elephant has no form.
The palace walls were covered with seal script, but they were all blurry and indistinct, as if they had been forcibly erased by some force.
The stone statue in the hall is of a scholar.
No eyes, no hands.
Only his steel teeth were gripping a worn-out pen tightly, the tip of which pierced deeply into the blank stone tablet in front of him.
On the stone tablet, there used to be a character carved on it, but that character has been covered by bloody scratches and is no longer recognizable.
Cangjie, the historian who determined the meaning of characters.
The golden lettering carried a resolute air of annihilation.
[The divine has no form, existing between existence and non-existence; therefore, it is neither dead nor indestructible.]
To kill a god, you must first make Him exist.
I have blinded myself to see its origins; I have severed my hands to carve its true form.
Give God a 'name'.
The moment the name was etched, chaos collapsed, and God was defined.
[He is no longer the omnipotent Heavenly Way; He is merely a beast called a god!]
[Later generations: Observe Him, define Him, clarify His form. The moment a god is 'seen', He has a fatal weakness. I have condensed all my life's work into a fragmentary scripture. If you can learn even a fraction of its essence, you will have some chance of victory when facing that god. Unfortunately, by the time this method was perfected, I was already exhausted, and I don't even know if that formless and intangible thing can truly be killed by my Dao...]
[If I fail to kill them... don't blame me! Hahaha!]
The gold lettering disappeared.
Looking again at the blurry characters on the stone tablet, they gradually began to take shape.
There are only ten characters on the stone tablet.
Double Pupil, Candle Dragon, Heavenly Wu, Ruins, Lord of Soldiers.
Each name consists of two characters, and each name is followed by a fist-shaped symbol on either side.
The handwriting was chaotic, as if it had been written in a fit of madness. Chen Huai'an could almost see Cangjie biting his worn-out brush, twisting his neck, and carving these words with a ferocious expression.
He must have been enduring immense suffering.
These words, just by looking at them, can send shivers down your spine.
Chen Huai'an bowed deeply to the stone statue kneeling before the stele and took the tattered scripture.
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As you continue uphill, the wind gets stronger.
As the group stepped onto the seventh floating peak, an overwhelming imperial aura, even through the tightly closed palace doors, made Wang Shouyi and the others' knees go weak, almost causing them to kneel down.
Dark clouds loom over the city, threatening to crush it.
Bie Floating Peak is nothing more than a palace.
This place looks more like a city.
Push open the heavy palace door.
There is no decay, no ruin, and no ethereal immortals here.
The main hall, predominantly black, is so magnificent it seems otherworldly. Thirty-six black and gold dragon pillars, each requiring ten people to encircle, firmly support the dome, as if supporting the entire heavens. The surface is not covered in gold, but rather a massive, cast-iron map depicting the landscape of the entire country.
At the end of the main hall, on the ten steps leading up to the Xuanwu Temple.
A stone statue of a man clad in a black dragon imperial robe stands not on a dragon throne, but with his hand on his sword. His back is to all living beings, facing the chaotic, empty sky. His black robe flutters in the wind, like a solitary peak severing the path to heaven. The longsword in his hand, "Tai'a," though made of stone, exudes a domineering and sharp aura, as if it wants to shatter heaven, gods, and the so-called Great Dao.
[The First Emperor - Zu Long]
Chen Huai'an stood on that huge map of the prefecture, looking up at that figure.
The ancestral dragon's soul in his dantian roared wildly.
The air trembled violently, and the golden characters exploded in the void.
That was neither a sorrowful letter home nor a helpless final letter.
That was an imperial edict that shattered the heavens and would last forever.
So-called immortals are nothing more than spineless dogs wagging their tails beneath the heavenly gate.
[My mighty sword, Tai'a, does not slay ants, but only punishes the heavens!]
They lie high above the clouds, regarding the land of China as pasture and the people as food and drink.
They do not want a monarch to rule the world, but rather slaves to kneel before them and eat their food.
People say I am tyrannical, that I waste resources and burden the people? Absurd!
[I built the Great Wall, not only to defend against the Xiongnu, but also to seal off the dragon veins of the Han state, preventing even a trace of human fortune from being offered to the Heavenly Court!]
[I burned the classics of all schools of thought, buried scholars and alchemists alive, all to erase the historical records of 'gods' and sever the incense offerings of these countless worshippers!]
Under heaven, all land belongs to the emperor. Since I am here, it is not Heaven's place to act presumptuously!
I have not lost to the gods.
[I have lost to the unenlightened people, lost to the ingrained servility of 'fear of Heaven' ingrained in their very bones.]
As long as there is even one person in this world whose knees buckle and who kneels before the gods, that god will never die.
[Those who come after—] If you wish to attack Heaven, first attack its spirit!
Even gods bleed. Only those without God in their hearts can face the heavens directly.
boom--!
This domineering and unparalleled will impacted Chen Huai'an's soul.
Chen Huai'an took a deep breath and bowed to the departing figure with a gesture that was not the Daoist bow of a cultivator, but rather the clasped fist salute of a mortal.
Click.
On the high platform, the stone Tai'a sword trembled slightly.
The seventh and final volume of the incomplete scripture, a deep black light swept down and landed in Chen Huai'an's palm.
That concludes the discussion.
Seven floating peaks, seven tragic songs, seven volumes of incomplete scriptures.
Everything fell into one person's hands.
"Chen Huai'an..."
Bi Yuewu, who had remained silent and haunted all along, finally spoke.
His eyes, reddened by the scorching sun, looked at Chen Huai'an, a sinister smile on his face.
"Did you get them all?"
"Seven squares, seven opportunities."
Bi Yuewu slowly placed his hand on the array plate. Although his aura was much weaker, it still exuded a murderous intent that seemed to reveal its true purpose.
"Now that the scouting work is done."
"Then hand over the things..."
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