Chapter 3493: Chapter 1720: Di Ying Offers Fruit, Ancestral Trees Court, Three Paths Combine to Seal the Void
“Is this really the Hallmaster Dao?”
If not for those saucy comnts at the end, the Five Domains spectators might have doubted whether the sound recording bead was actually tinkered by Aunt Xiang herself.
Just find soone to mimic the voice.
Anyway, without any visuals, the cost of faking it isn’t high.
But once you consider Aunt Xiang has basically no autonomy since being controlled by Hallmaster Dao.
If it wasn’t Hallmaster Dao intentionally letting her record, the sound recording bead probably wouldn’t have appeared in the Dead Sea.
So, everything that happened must be real events.
That ans the targeting of Aunt Xiang by Hallmaster Dao was fake, but the targeting of Lord Shou is absolutely genuine!
“Look, Lord Shou’s face has turned sowhat green, I’ve never seen him show this expression before, haha!”
“Feng Zhongzui, you really have so guts to film Lord Shou at this ti, I’m afraid you’ll be pressed to death in the Dead Sea!”
“Green-faced Shou, how adorable…”
Xu Xiaoshou wasn’t actually angry.
The battle of Qingyuan Mountain pursued its own paths, he exerted all his efforts at the ti, and now it’s a light vessel passing over steep mountains.
He glared at Feng Zhongzui.
Feng Zhongzui also dared to hold firm, carrying the Dao Imparting Mirror unwaveringly, refusing to move the footage even a bit.
Xu Xiaoshou rubbed his forehead with a bitter smile: “Dao Qiong Cang is really…”
Feng Zhongzui was stunned, his toes slightly curled, which didn’t quite match the expected reaction?
Lord Shou hasn’t even stopped yet!
He paused, staring at the Dao Imparting Mirror, blinking his eyes:
“Naughty.”
Aunt Xiang stood frozen, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth.
This trouble from Xu Xiaoshou, where did he learn it from, was he born with it? Really felt like giving him a punch!
Just like Xu Xiaoshou wanting to provoke Ai Cangsheng as well.
The past deeds of Dao Qiong Cang, Aunt Xiang couldn’t endure either, it’s sothing that a re sound recording bead couldn’t erase.
But now, there are truly few left in the Five Domains who can deal with Dao Qiong Cang.
Aunt Xiang really wanted to instigate so friction between Xu Xiaoshou and Dao Qiong Cang—not that she really wanted them to oppose each other, just wished Xu Xiaoshou would beat Dao Qiong Cang up once, to relieve the hatred lying in people’s hearts.
She also couldn’t quite accept that after entering the Dead Sea, Xu Dao sohow got along well.
Those two teaming up to deal with anyone, would be too easy.
Even the Divine might sell themselves to them and even count money for them.
If they could be separated, it would naturally be ideal.
And since the image recording bead was useless, Aunt Xiang realized sothing.
Xu Xiaoshou had his own ideas, she dared not overstep in the greater sche, so she imdiately chose self-preservation:
“Xu Xiaoshou, I’ll leave the rest to you, Aunt shall leave now.”
She held Beibei, ignoring Beibei’s opinion, leaving only a last farewell, and the two shadows, one big and one small, swaggered off, so gracefully.
“Just leaving like this…”
Feng Zhongzui murmured softly, sowhat enviously.
This departure allowed withdrawal from the ever-escalating whirlpool of mighty trends, who wouldn’t be jealous?
If one could reincarnate, if one could choose a gender.
Feng Zhongzui, too, wanted to experience Aunt Xiang’s life, wouldn’t that be a unique joy!
“If I had a Divine…”
The Holy Mountain Sanctuary soon ceased their fantasies.
They didn’t have the Divine as backup, instead, there was an unpredictable major enemy like Xu Xiaoshou right before their eyes.
Staying around was purely because of the semi-saint status, or maybe to block the arrows Ai Cangsheng might launch at any mont.
The Dead Sea quieted.
Lord Shou stayed silent.
In silent monts, the Dao Imparting Mirror no longer focused on Lord Shou.
The cara unknowingly shifted aside, half towards the graceful figure leaving with a little flick of the tail, and half towards the envious and bittersweet expressions of the saints of the Holy Mountain watching Aunt Xiang leave.
The Dead Sea stayed quiet.
The Five Domains gradually quieted.
Soone silently opened their mouth, feeling a tingling on their scalp.
The world, just like a gigantic Dao Imparting Mirror, half as freedom, half as a cage.
…
“There’s not much ti left.”
Returning from the Southern Nether, with a presence standing apart, standing atop the ancient holy land, the peak of the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe ruins.
Jin Ren spread his arms, as if lying in cotton, lying in that soft void.
He seed enlightened.
Underneath him, a Space Dao Disc slowly spun out.
Dots of dazzling pearl light, penetrated into the rule of the Great Path, the scenery of the five domains instantly encompassed within perception.
The range of perception, actually, is limited.
The area the Super Tao Transformation Intent Dao Disc can affect, is also limited.
But all this, if established on the extre compression foundation of the world being ‘Shrinking Land to Inches’ by Spatial Upanishad.
Perhaps it might be sowhat ti-consuming or labor-intensive.
The range of both, could be infinitely extended!
In the bright lightning battlefield, such a technique might not be executable.
If one were to sit in Saint circle, sit at the back of the arena, then just like Jin Ren now, he almost could see ‘everything’ happening across the Five Domains.
Minor hiding lies in the wilderness.
He saw Southern Nether Dao Qiong Cang hesitating, realizing soone was watching him, quickly retracting the Heaven Secrets Curtain, seeking another hiding place.
Major hiding lies within the marketplace.
He saw Bazhun’an being supported by the storyteller, walking in the Central Region, a step with each sword seal, wherever he passed the Path Principles scattered, all bowing down.
In the east.
In the misty Sword Burial Mound, the towering Eastern Mountain reaches into the clouds, at the peak of the high mountain Sword Hemp stands tall, unchanged for ten thousand years.
And within the tomb, the warm Sword Saint with flowing sleeves raised high, dances upon the Sword Washing Pool, his theatrical voice loud and clear, echoing along passing clouds.
In the west.
Amongst the boundless desert, spots of green dot within, behind ancient temples in deep forested mountains, Bodhi loses roots.
At Cross Corner Street, the laws strictly rejecting Holy Power, Spatial Upanishad lightly enters, underground hanging tower, like an inverted Buddha.
Chaos reigned south, in perpetual disorder.
North, fissures spread, barren mountains and rivers.
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