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Facing the annihilation thunder that struck from the sky, Master Ci had no distracting thoughts in his mind, only a calm mind.
She sat cross-legged, her mind and spirit focused.
The desire to become an immortal was no longer in his mind, only the picture of merits accumulated over the past few years was slowly unfolding.
Four hundred and twenty days after the Cang Yun era, the Cang Yun world encountered a once-in-a-lifetime earth vein disaster.
She gave up her retreat and used her own true essence as a guide to channel the violent spiritual energy day and night. The villagers still remember the skinny Taoist nun, whose hands were burned by the earth's spiritual energy until they were bloody, but she never stopped for a moment and eventually saved the people of the five continents and saved countless immortal cultivation families from collapse.
In the ten thousand four hundred and sixty-two year of the Cang Yun calendar, the cold poison swept across Beizhou.
When all the monks in Northern Continent were in a state of panic, she went alone to the source of the cold poison, collected thousands of black ice lotuses, and spent five hundred Taoist practices to refine antidote pills.
On that day, seven cultivation cities that were destined to be devoured by the cold poison survived.
A mortal stonemason who was rescued gave her a seal, but she refused it because the stone was too precious.
The four characters "Compassion and Deliverance" were engraved on the stone, which he had bought with all his wealth, and contained endless gratitude.
In the 110th year of the Cang Yun calendar, the monsters of the South China Sea invaded the coastal cultivation sects.
She used the 꽭罡水法 to induce a heavy sea tide, destroying more than 20 warships of the demon clan. That day, she exhausted her true energy and was in a coma for seven days and seven nights. When she woke up, she found that the front of her cave was filled with various resources sent by cultivators, each of which carried the gratitude of a cultivation family.
During the five hundred and twenty years of the Cang Yun calendar, the Demon Sect flourished and the five continents were shaken.
She led the Yao Chi Holy Land to fight against the Demon Sect's ancestor Xiao Fengmi. After months of fierce fighting, she was seriously injured and hid in the Ten Thousand Mountains.
When his injuries eased a little, he rushed to evacuate young monks from various sects and mortals who were fleeing.
On a stormy night, she draped her only remaining hidden robe on a mother holding a baby, exposing herself to the soul consciousness of the demon monk, leading the enemy to flee... The mother would never know that the seemingly ordinary cloth was once a precious treasure for the cultivation of Master Wuci.
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After cultivating immortals for several years, all his deeds in life flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
Some people ridiculed her for not being able to make sense of things, and forgot the merits of saving the mortals in a blink of an eye;
Some people laughed at her for being foolish, and the monks who had received her favors slandered her behind her back in an instant;
Some people accused her of hypocrisy, and questioned why she, a fellow creature of the earth, exterminated the monsters and sealed off the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
These discussions never bothered Master 냫 Ci.
In this life, even if it is like walking on thin ice, you should still follow your heart. Everything I do comes from my heart, it has nothing to do with others, and I don’t care about the opinions of others.
If there is any regret, it is only that I have not been ruthless enough to stop Junior Sister Yao Zhenren and Fen Yehe.
This was not her fault, as her cultivation had reached a critical point at that time, and the slightest movement would have attracted the lock of the rules of the earth and brought down a thunder calamity. She really wanted to do what her junior sister did, but she didn't have the strength.
Thinking about it now, perhaps it was because of his lack of decisiveness that caused the Dao to want to completely destroy him today.
“Heh…” A hint of self-mockery flashed across Master 냫 Ci’s lips.
After doing good deeds all his life, he hesitated when it came to his closest junior sister.
She couldn't hurt the sister she grew up with, and she couldn't forget her master's earnest words to take care of her sister before he ascended.
"Perhaps, this is why Taoism must be ruthless. Only by being ruthless can one be selfless."
Zhenren 냫 Ci raised his head and calmly looked into the thunder eye of the sky.
She had understood this principle long ago, so she beheaded the body and then fused the body and corpse together.
As for whether the "she" after the merger of the body and the corpse is still the original "she", it is no longer important.
“That’s all…”
A light sigh was lost in the violent roar of thunder.
boom--!
At the moment when the thunder of annihilation struck down, the immeasurable merits accumulated for countless days suddenly turned into bright golden light and rushed out from the body of Zhenren Ci!
Every living being she rescued, every selfless contribution she made, every drop of blood and tears she shed for others turned into a tiny but incomparable light. Billions of golden lights gathered around her, forming a brilliant and dazzling golden barrier.
The first thunder!
The second one!
No. 꺘!
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The golden thunder eye in the sky seemed to be filled with rage and anxiety.
Without any pause, the devastating thunderstorm poured down like a river flowing back, madly pouring down!
Chapter 10!
Even the golden thunder eye showed a hint of fatigue.
When this last catastrophe, containing the ultimate will of annihilation, fell with a bang.
The golden light of infinite merits that protected Zhenren 냫 Ci suddenly burst out!
Like thousands of endlessly rushing rivers of spiritual energy, they flowed upstream, brazenly facing the thunder that was destroying the earth!
Countless low and pious voices of gratitude suddenly rang out between heaven and earth - that was the resonance of prayers across time and space from all the living beings she had rescued over the past few years!
Her kindness was not lost.
Her hard work has not been forgotten.
Maybe someone will slander, maybe someone will despise, but if you remember everything, there will always be someone and all living things that will remember it in their hearts.
The thunder of annihilation and the golden river of merit collided with a loud bang!
There was no expected annihilation explosion. The destructive force that was enough to destroy the immortal body was disintegrated and wiped out like ice and snow melting the moment it came into contact with the vast golden light of merit! The might of the violent thunder turned into a gentle rain, pouring down. The rain was clear and sweet, containing the essence of Taoism, gently washing the body and soul of Taoist Master Ci who had reached the semi-immortal realm.
In this baptism of merit and virtue, the golden light circulated around Master Ci's body continuously.
Her body became more transparent and flawless, as if carved from glass; her soul became clear and bright, like the bright moon beside a tree, without a trace of dust.
The karmic relationship that had troubled her for countless years was gradually stripped away and purified as the golden light surged and the rain washed away.
The last bit of obsession and regret in her heart about her junior sister, Xiaoyao, also quietly dissipated like the morning mist, leaving only a peaceful and clear sense of great perfection!
“So that’s how it is…” Master 냫 Ci suddenly realized.
"Compassion is not attachment, and giving up is the great perfection. The merit of saving the world also saves one's own heart."
Buzz——
A melodious and clear immortal sound rang out from the ground, like the humming of a morning bell.
The spreading rain and golden light suddenly converged and gathered around her, transforming into a divine fairy robe flowing with immortal golden light.
In the sky, the golden eye of lightning that overwhelmed everything slowly closed and dissipated, and what appeared in its place was a cloud of auspiciousness.
The thick auspicious clouds rolled and dispersed, revealing a boundless immortal gate constructed of pure immortal light and mysterious symbols.
The immortal gate is majestic and shining, emitting a vast aura that makes all living things in awe and yearn for it.
Zhenren 냫 Ci slowly stood up in the void, without a trace of smoke or air around him, only a pure and celestial aura that was detached from the world.
She finally looked back at the vicissitudes of life on the Cangyun Realm; she finally looked at the Taoist nun disguised as Yao Zhenren; she finally looked in the direction of the Yueying Sect's flying boat and smiled, just like the girl holding the divination flag at the gate of the Yueying Sect.
Smile brightly.
The smile is so innocent.
I smiled, without any worries or attachments.
Immediately, she took a step forward, and her figure turned into a stream of light, disappearing into the open immortal gate.
The immortal gate slowly closed, but the boundless brightness and the rhythm of Taoism lingered between heaven and earth for a long time, stirring up the entire Cangyun Realm.
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One person becomes immortal, and the body is shaken.
The secluded ancestors of all the major cultivation sects and ancient families were alarmed by the strange phenomenon on the ground.
They either stood on the mountain top or sat cross-legged in the clouds, their gazes spanning thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, heading towards the place where the immortal gate disappeared.
The Zen master stood in the sea of clouds with a complicated expression, which eventually turned into a long sigh. He bowed in that direction and said, "With immeasurable merits, you will eventually achieve immortality. My kind fellow Daoist, have a safe journey..." His tone contained both admiration and a hint of indescribable emotion.
Fu Hong, the leader of the Sword Sect, stood with his sword in his hand, his eyes as fast as lightning, piercing the void. After a moment of silence, he solemnly saluted towards the void with his fists clasped. The heart of the sword was ethereal, and what he felt was the perfect state of mind of the boundless majesty and the source of compassion of the pure Tao.
There were also countless young monks who had been protected and evacuated by Wang Ci during the Demon Sect's catastrophe. At this moment, they walked out of the cave and bowed deeply in the direction of their feelings. Many of them have never even seen Master Wuci in person, but the gratitude for saving their lives has already melted into their souls.
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In the mortal world, although our perception is not as sharp as that of cultivators, the sweet rain of Tao that permeates the earth benefits all living beings.
The air after the rain is particularly fresh, the seedlings in the fields are stretching, and the grass and trees covered with rain and dew are showing unprecedented vitality.
The former site of the village that was saved by Master Ci with his true essence to dredge the earth veins has developed into a prosperous town after several generations.
In the center of the town, there is a stone statue without eyebrows and eyes, with only the vague title of "Daoist Nun" engraved on it. It was erected by descendants according to ancient legends, in gratitude to the "Daoist Nun" who protected the land with her flesh and blood.
At this moment, the rain that showered the stone statue was particularly crystal clear, as if there was a faint light flowing. Several of the oldest people in the city looked at this strange sight and felt a long-lost peace and gratitude in their hearts. They unconsciously murmured blessings to the stone statue and the clear sky.
In an ancient city in Beizhou, a carving family with an untold legacy is carefully holding a seal that is regarded as a sacred object by the family.
The four characters "Compassion Saves the World" are simple and vigorous.
There is a story passed down in the family:
Several years ago, the ancestor was an ordinary stonemason. He was saved from the most desperate cold and poisonous disease by a pill given by a female fairy.
Our ancestors spent all their wealth to find the best stone and carved this seal to express their gratitude. At this moment, this silent seal in the box suddenly heated up slightly, glowing warmly, as if responding to the peace in the world. When the head of the 눑 family felt something in his heart, he bowed deeply to the 냫 seal and the sky.
Between the mountains, spiritual beasts stop and make long and clear calls; in the deep sea, giant whales float, and the water columns they spew reflect the colorful rays of light; in the forest, spiritual plants stretch out new leaves and release more intense spiritual energy. The entire Cangyun Realm seemed to have experienced an invisible baptism, and the spiritual energy of the earth became more refined.
Longquan Mountain.
Chen Huaian looked at the closed gate of the immortal world from afar, bowed and saluted, his voice like thunder, resounding in all directions.
"Farewell to the Immortal——"
Then, it seemed to trigger a chain reaction:
"Farewell to the Immortal!"
"Farewell to the Immortal!!!"
Countless voices from all over the world added to this grand farewell.
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However……
Fairyland.
Master 냫Ci stood in an... indescribable nothingness.
As expected, there were ethereal fairy music, flying cranes, beautiful buildings, and fairy flowers everywhere...
All disappeared!
There were no towering immortal palaces, no immortal gods coming and going, and not even a trace of immortal energy could be felt.
All I see is the boundless, pure, and heart-pounding emptiness.
This "emptiness" is not darkness, but an absolute nothingness stripped of all color, form, energy and even sense of time.
It was as if even "existence" itself had been taken away, leaving only eternal silence.
This was completely different from the fairyland scenes that she had "predicted" by sensing the Dao and deducing her ascension over the past few years!
Even though she was reunited with her body and soul, and her mind was harmonious and clear, at this moment she felt a sense of loss and shock from the depths of her soul.
"This... is the fairyland?"
The voice of Master 냫 Ci did not arouse any echo in this void, like a stone sinking into the sea.
Just when this extreme silence was about to swallow her up.
Her gaze suddenly fixed on a spot not far ahead.
It's not like there's nothing there.
A figure, with his back to her, stood quietly in the center of this void.
He was a swordsman in white.
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