Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree Chapter 1104 394: Origin of the Myth, A Visit to the Moon Go

"You're asking ? Aren't you most attuned to the Dao of the Nether Sea? How co it didn't tell you?"

Hel sneered,

"Then why didn't you directly ask Chao Ge just now?"

"Oh, I rember now, when you 'passed by' Qingliu Sky years ago, didn't you trick away a core disciple of significant realm under their school?"

"The girl's hostile attitude towards Ji Jingqiu earlier might very well be due to a 'karma conflict' predestined by destiny."

Wuzhou calmly replied, "She is entangled by karma, deeply cursed by the Origin of Heaven and Earth, seeking her death in the unseen, what has it to do with ?"

Hel sneered dismissively.

"So, what is the source of myths?" Jing Qiu politely interrupted the two.

"You should pay attention to the realm across the channel, without a doubt..."

Seeing Wuzhou's intention to change the topic, he tily suppressed it and then looked at Lady La.

As for the reason, does one need a reason to suppress the Heavenly Demon?

Hel clicked her tongue.

This guy was getting increasingly discourteous with them.

He had better be able to catch up with them within a thousand years, otherwise, when she herself erges, she never cares about rights and wrongs.

"Aren't you curious about who was the first to cultivate in this world?" Hel said straightforwardly.

Jing Qiu was silent for a mont before seriously speaking, "Are you referring to my predecessor, the first Dao Ancestor between Heaven and Earth?"

Hel's lips twitched, your predecessor?

She didn't argue with this guy about shalessness and directly got to the point,

"We have always believed that the reason the Nether Sea wanders is in search of a certain place. Of course, your recent statent, looking at it now, has its reasoning too, that the Nether Sea is still responding to the heart fluctuations of beings..."

"Back to the point. We think this place is the [Land of Origin], the start of Ten Thousand Skills and also the origin of all myths."

"But Chao Ge's statent completely overturned our previous assumptions..."

Jing Qiu pondered, "Are you all looking for this place too?"

"Of course." Hel said calmly, "The Land of Origin is the source of all thods and Dao, perhaps engraved with the true thod of transcendence suitable for everyone; no one is not searching for it."

"How do you conclude that Chao Ge's statent is certainly correct?"

"We haven't concluded, just reasonable suspicion."

Hel sighed softly,

"Although Chao Ge tried the most foolish thod of proving Dao, this path does indeed lead to the true realm of transcendence."

"Although he failed, he still montarily stepped into this domain. Theoretically, in his dying state, he could even see more, 'truer' pictures than a normal transcender."

Jing Qiu was speechless; listening to this, although he was about to die, he seed to have quite a few buffs on him, even exceeding a true transcender in so aspects.

"Regardless of whether the Nether Sea is the Land of Origin or not, you currently lack the ability to explore it; what you should consider now is the realm on the other side of the channel."

Hel reminded,

"If, as we speculate, Chao Ge attempts the ultimate leap into transcendence, and ultimately fails, now stuck at the brink of death, then his realm is exposed amidst the vast Sea of Realms."

"This situation is not uncommon in the Sea of Realms, so people call it 'Whale Fall', attracting dominion figures from all over the Sea of Realms to hunt and divide."

"Whale Fall?" Jing Qiu murmured, "As a whale falls, all things arise?"

"Chao Ge invites you to go; perhaps there is truly an opportunity for you."

Hel, looking at the suppressed Wuzhou, found her mood slightly improved,

"Of course, I suggest you first talk with Cangqing; surely there's a Saint on your side who would be interested in going, like Shouzhen, who has been stepping into the realm of Ancients for years without finding a path forward."

Jing Qiu nodded, his gaze fixed on the channel entrance held in place by the Red Mist.

He naturally couldn't just recklessly enter the channel.

But to leave just like that seed a bit regrettable too.

Jing Qiu hesitated for a mont and ca to the front of the passage, sowhat curious about what supported this road, which directly linked from sowhere in the Sea of Realms to the Nether Sea's domain.

He looked into the passage, seeing nurous glowing points on the realm boundary, unsure if at the end or along the way, like countless shooting flas.

So dim, so bright, resembling stars — distant or near — like Morning Stars.

Jing Qiu faintly realized sothing.

The brilliance in the deep sky might be Morning Stars for the Great Universe, but before the channel linking the Sea of Realms, these should be realms floating in the Sea of Realms.

Suddenly.

He caught so sort of sound reverberating within the passage.

Jing Qiu slightly frowned, were other disciples of Chaohua Mountain coming over?

But soon, he realized sothing was amiss.

The sound was very long, revealing a sense of sorrow and loneliness, as if calling out for sothing, really just like the final lant of a giant whale before sinking into the deep sea.

Jing Qiu gazed inside the passage, the Spirit Light within him flickering slightly, hard to keep still.

"What did you see and hear?"

Hel noticed the disturbance in Jing Qiu's spirit, sensed the anomaly in his gaze, and asked.

Chao Ge hadn't revealed much information, so they couldn't determine whether this channel was truly an "Ancient Road" or one Chao Ge had created himself.

If it is an Ancient Road, then this road itself might hide many secrets.

Jing Qiu did not answer, continuing to listen to the almost whale-like mournful sound.

He seed to see the endless dark sky, with eerie shadows writhing, swallowing up bits of luminescence.

Behind each speck of luminescence represented desolate and decaying Great Universes.

Suppressed for countless epochs, the lonely souls and wild ghosts whispered therein.

After hearing Jing Qiu's description, Hel's expression turned icy, "Pay no heed, a group of defeated foxes dabbling in Zen, remnants of a bygone era, can stir no storms."