What Lee Ling didn’t know was that Zhou Yan could understand, and he almost knew part of the truth.
If it were in the past, Zhou Yan would definitely have tried to deduce it, would definitely have tried his best to understand the key to it.
But nowadays, since Lee Ling didn’t say it specifically, Zhou Yan didn’t ask either.
Because the process is fundantally unimportant.
Before obtaining the result, no process matters, and once the result is obtained, a tortuous process can be presented as incomparably magnificent, incomparably splendid; a flat experience can also be extrely thrilling, extrely strange and bizarre.
Because the history of the world is written by the victors.
Lee Ling sighed, but Zhou Yan was very indifferent, so calm that Lee Ling was suspicious and uncertain about it—despite the fact that Lee Ling was rely a statue body or a clone.
But sotis a clone understands itself better than the original body.
"Don’t you have any doubts in your heart? Or rather, are you no longer worried about the future?"
Lee Ling asked hesitantly.
"Doubt without gaining enlightennt only adds to the heart’s disturbance, so it’s better not to doubt; worry without being able to solve a problem only adds to the sense of limitation, so it’s better not to worry. A child may appear innocent because many things simply don’t need to be considered. Rarely being confused can sotis be a kind of wisdom, and lifelong wisdom can actually be the greatest confusion. So, I can only say that, Uncle, you are overthinking."
Zhou Yan smiled indifferently, and said.
At that mont, with calamity around the corner, when the whereabouts of the Blood Eye were unknown, Zhou Yan could still smile. This was the aura of great Creation and the montum of great Transcendence.
Lee Ling was sowhat shocked in his heart.
He most hoped to see such a situation, but also least hoped to see such a situation.
"You are better than I thought."
Lee Ling sighed.
"But I am still a waste in the eyes of the Emperor."
Zhou Yan said casually.
"But you really are outstanding."
"In the eyes of others, I am always the False Self. The in my own heart is the True Self."
"Your understanding is deep."
"If you think my understanding is deep, it ans my understanding is still shallow. When you soday find my understanding shallow, perhaps then my understanding has truly deepened."
"..."
Lee Ling smiled wryly and ultimately lost to Zhou Yan in the discourse on the Tao.
Words could not stir Zhou Yan’s heart, and rhetoric could not shake Zhou Yan’s will.
Zhou Yan was like true Transcendence, calm to the point of being terrifying.
Lee Ling hoped to see this side but was also resistant to seeing this side, thus creating a great contradiction in himself.
But this entanglent allowed Zhou Yan to once again see the contradictory nature within humanity.
Humans, any person, are after all constantly in the midst of various contradictions.
"Uncle, we don’t have much ti. I also see that you are about to complete the journey of life and beco a mummified corpse through Annihilation. Or perhaps you have long been gone, and what is revived here is only your Dao Trace manifesting as the False Self, a projection of you in my eyes."
Zhou Yan said with a light sigh.
"Perhaps, it is indeed so."
Lee Ling nodded, affirming Zhou Yan’s statent.
"Then there are so things I still want to know—back then, was it you who saved Hou Ling from Gles? If it was you, then at that ti, were you the False Self in the eyes of others, or the True Self in your own heart?"
Zhou Yan inquired, then added: "The False Self in the eyes of others, is a projection of an illusory you created through emotion, walking between Heaven and Earth, but after so things are completed, it will eventually perish."
"And the True Self in your own heart is having self-will, with the False Self existing while the heart feels, knowing all the true things about the True Self at all tis."
Zhou Yan raised his point of confusion.
He had not yet transcended, so he was still in this plane. Naturally, in this plane, there are doubts.
Zhou Yan was genuinely confused, and finding answers was Creation, not finding answers was also a fate, and no further spiritual disturbance would arise.
"I thought you wouldn’t be puzzled, you clearly were unperturbed by heart and untroubled by emotions before."
Lee Ling actually breathed a tiny sigh of relief and responded.
"Unperturbed by heart, untroubled by emotions, it’s just not wanting to live as the False Self in the eyes of others, not wanting to live for others only. As for doubts, whether they exist or not makes little difference, but since I appear here, I must be puzzled by the heart and troubled by emotions."
Zhou Yan explained.
Lee Ling nodded and replied: "That was indeed the True Self, the True Self although Immortal, the situation is not much different from what I told you before. Immortal, even within immortality, there are strengths and weaknesses, there are nine paths among Immortals, and each Immortal can only choose one path. Different paths can restrain each other and can also assist each other.
Immortality is undying and indestructible, but it can be suppressed. For example, cutting off the head and suppressing it in the Desolate Land of Beasts, pulling out the bones and suppressing them in the White Bone Domain, then planting the Immortal Divine dicine, Heavenly Destiny Tea Tree within the soul body and flesh, absorbing the divine power of the Immortal, nurturing various new races."
"Although not old and not dead, but such existence, you cannot imagine how miserable."
"It can be said that there are not many Immortals, but the battles are fierce."
Lee Ling did not hide it and explained a segnt of secret lore.
Zhou Yan’s expression did not change, these shocking pieces of news seed to have no impact on him at all.
The head in the ancient warship was a woman’s head, she must have been an Immortal.
And what grade was the Jade Flying Sword that could pierce the skull of a powerful Immortal?
Zhou Yan did not think it through either.
"Is Yanyan alright? How about Gu Xi and the others? And the Virgin, is she okay?"
"Yanyan... you might see her soon. It’s about ti for you to et again."
"As for Gu Xi and the others? The Virgin? Heh."
When Lee Ling ntioned Gu Xi and others, and talked about the Virgin, he just chuckled lightly without saying anything further.
That laugh was mocking, and also satirical.
It was a disdainful laugh, but also a sorrowful one.
Zhou Yan nodded calmly and said, "Perhaps, I understand now, though there is much I don’t, it’s enough."
"Yes, it’s enough. To live this mont longer, it’s a wonderful feeling, but unfortunately, I ultimately cannot remain. This place does not belong to . Hmm... Yanyan is coming, it followed along, you should make haste."
Lee Ling smiled, his tone indifferent, his expression calm, as if released, and as if transcending.
"Rember the core of what I’ve told you — find an ancient place, seclude yourself for deep cultivation, don’t co out for the ti being."
After Lee Ling finished speaking, his body gradually disappeared, and eventually, a statue fell from his hand into the lake water.
The statue, once vividly lifelike, suddenly beca extrely withered, mottled and decayed, and upon entering the water, transford into a clear spring, rging with the lake.
In that instant, Zhou Yan felt that the female corpses sitting in the lake all opened their eyes, seeming to look towards him.
Zhou Yan’s mood was calm, and he raised his head slightly, looking towards this world.
In the sky, movent gradually appeared, then a band of rainbow light erged within the firmant, subsequently manifesting into a spirited young girl in a red brocade robe.
She seed very young, about thirteen or fourteen, naive, yet already budding into an unparalleled beauty.
"Father King, you shouldn’t be here, flee quickly, Yanyan will take you away now."
Yanyan appeared.
She had grown up.
What an adorable girl.
What a beautiful girl.
Also, what a filial daughter.
But Zhou Yan seed to lack emotions, without any fluctuation of feelings, as if he had transcended the ordinary, his mind unaffected.
"Yanyan, no need to hurry, since we are here, let us enjoy this reunion. In the cultivation world, seizing opportunities is all about the present mont."
Zhou Yan smiled softly, his words calm.
Yanyan’s delicate and exquisite face carried an expression of worry, which even now lted her always-cold resolve, revealing past hardships.
Those sorrows, those sufferings seed to be etched like threads into her bearing, perceived by Zhou Yan.
This was a poignant presentation to the spirit, sothing only a father with insight like dust could read from his daughter’s eyes.
Zhou Yan understood, yet he no longer felt heartache or guilt.
It seed he truly was detached from the Seven Emotions and Six Desires.
"Father King, escape quickly, it, it’s coming."
Yanyan was anxious, no longer carrying the deanor or grace of an unparalleled immortal, only a daughter’s concern for her father.
"Yanyan, do not be agitated. Even if I am inadequate, I am still your mountain. At your side, your father, even if like an ant, can protect you."
Zhou Yan smiled, and then stopped looking at Yanyan, instead suddenly focusing on the Jade Flying Sword in his hand, saying; "The Flying Sword is like my heart, slash away the Blood Eye, bearing the will of Emperor Lei Yan, I command you, annihilate the Blood Eye. Even if I instantly beco decayed through the ages, it’s worth it."
"No, Father King, don’t do it! Don’t!"
Yanyan was alard and cried out, her beautiful eyes filled with endless pain and horror, she rushed toward Zhou Yan, seemingly trying to stop him from employing such ans.
But Zhou Yan had already issued the command.
And between heaven and earth, a terrifying flying sword burst forth in an endless light.
Between heaven and earth, there was light.
Between heaven and earth, there was no longer darkness.
Between heaven and earth, there was no more blood.
The ancient land shattered, the void quaked.
An unknown horror transpired, this sky once again manifested the Blood Eye, showed the face of the Blood Eye’s master, displayed that supre beauty and unimaginable entirety.
Unfortunately, once manifested, it abruptly disintegrated, vanished, and was annihilated.
Heaven and earth decayed, the sun and moon lost color.
All the female corpses in the lake rotted, turning into clear spring water.
In the spring water, at last, silence reigned, nothing existed.
And that supre beauty of the Blood Eye’s visage seed no longer able to exist, along with the Jade Flying Sword, disappearing without a trace.
Yanyan remained fixed in the void, then vanished, her eyes still carrying fear and utmost sorrow.
She deeply wished Zhou Yan could see the appearance of the Blood Eye showing its visage, but Zhou Yan could no longer see.
Zhou Yan, at this mont, wore a smile, gradually disintegrating here, as if departing this space.
"Father King, you’re so foolish, really..."
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