Chapter 3721: Chapter 1805: Qianshi
Three pieces of advice, three heart-stopping monts.
The “He” in the first sentence undoubtedly refers to the dicine Ancestor, or perhaps should be called “Dog Skin Plaster”?
Super Taoization of the Life Path, not only did not eliminate the risk of “ancestor view” when Jin Ren saw the Ghost Ancestor.
On the contrary, it handed the initiative over to the dicine Ancestor?
“Ancestral God, you’re truly disgusting.”
But when Xu Xiaoshou thought about it, his mind settled. Since the dicine Ancestor chose Bei Huai.
Bei Huai’s brilliance is so dazzling, compared to which he himself is just the glow of an ant, unworthy of the stage.
The people the dicine Ancestor wishes to see, and can see, must be nurous.
“I may not be in the first sequence…”
The road ahead may have obstacles; worrying needlessly will only bind oneself with shackles, further ensnaring oneself. Just keep moving forward.
Xu Xiaoshou temporarily set aside the first piece of advice, but remained puzzled by what the Ghost Ancestor said later:
“Hua Changdeng cannot die, why?”
He truly had no clue about this.
Not to ntion Hua Changdeng’s combat strength is such that he wouldn’t die easily.
The Ghost Ancestor, as an Ancestral God who could potentially have his path “robbed” by Hua Changdeng, actually advised to “protect him” in the advice.
Is my ghost brother so ignorant?
Does he not understand the principle of nurturing a tiger to one’s detrint?
Xu Xiaoshou really wanted to take out the scythe of the God of Death, forcibly summon the Ghost Ancestor’s consciousness, and ask if his brain had been kicked by a mule.
He did indeed draw out the scythe of the God of Death.
This scythe is exceedingly exquisite, its power incredibly pure.
While the Ti Ancestor Shadow Staff, though gifted by Kong Yuhen, is protected by the power of the Ti Ancestor.
The scythe of the God of Death should be comparable, even superior.
After all, on it, Xu Xiaoshou could even perceive the Ghost Ancestor’s understanding of the “reincarnation” path, only needing to spend so ti mastering it?
But searching for the Ghost Ancestor’s consciousness yielded nothing after a mont’s search.
This scythe was rely a scythe, rely an object, with full spiritual quality but no hint of spiritual intelligence, even showing signs of suppressing the formation of “life.”
“Afraid of becoming the dicine Ancestor’s fallback, so only gave power, not daring to bestow spiritual intelligence or vitality…” Xu Xiaoshou mused.
Unable to ask for a detailed explanation of the advice, he could only put it aside, pondering if he should ask Bazhun’an later, perhaps he could gain sothing.
Next, he contemplated the third piece of advice: Do not go to Qianshi.
This was truly cause for concern!
“Ghost brother, your advice ca a bit late…”
…
Qianshi Emperor Realm.
Jin Ren had died, which made Xu Xiaoshou feel sad.
But not too sad, because Jin Ren had long split into two, advancing on two paths. When one half entered the Mournful, the other went to Qianshi.
In a sense, Jin Ren was still alive.
And at the ti, to prevent the two halves of Jin Ren from being traced to each other, the connection between the two was completely severed.
Each half of Jin Ren only maintained a faint connection of “being broken but still connected” with the original.
Thus, Jin Ren in the Qianshi Emperor Realm, under “active shielding,” was unaware of all that happened to Jin Ren in the Mournful Emperor realm.
Xu Xiaoshou dared not transmit the Mournful matters to Jin Ren in Qianshi either, as he too could be caught and his soul searched—he was also in “active shielding.”
“Qianshi is truly beautiful~”
In the Qianshi Emperor Realm, Jin Ren was still enjoying the scenery, feeling very beautiful.
Unlike the decadent style of the Cold Palace Emperor Realm’s Tingyu Pavilion, and also different from the chaotic battlefield style of the Wu Rao Emperor Realm.
Qianshi Emperor Realm was truly a blessed land of spiritual quality!
Just casually ascending, Jin Ren arrived in a valley.
The valley was not high, with lush pines and cypresses, flowers blooming like brocades at the bottom, streams babbling along the banks, with jagged cliffs and fearless fish flocking, seemingly begging for food.
“Simply breathtaking…”
Jin Ren inhaled the fresh, sweet air through his nose and mouth, and didn’t hesitate to kill all the fish that gathered around.
Because these might be Dao Qiongcang’s spies.
Though he felt these were ordinary fish, Qianshi Emperor Realm was Dao Qiongcang’s lair, and anything with eyes had to be guarded against.
“How could such a blessed land of spiritual quality nurture such a sly and treacherous person as Elder Dao the Flamboyant?”
Walking out of the valley on foot, following the stream, he arrived by a forest lake.
The lake was shrouded in misty water vapor, yet did not obscure the eyes, only adding a layer of mysterious veil to the beautiful scenery.
As if ahead was not a lake, but a great river or sea.
And where the water and sky t, and the stars rose, lay the end of the Path, potentially heaven on earth.
“Truly beautiful!”
Jin Ren had never seen such a beautiful sight.
The sky of Qianshi had no sun, no moon, only a magnificent starry sky, with starlight replacing the light from the sun and moon, eternal and perpetual.
This was a blessed land of the Tao.
Whether it was the previous valley or the current forest lake, each step Jin Ren took brought him insights.
He felt that if he just stopped, gazed at this scenery, and sat down cross-legged, he could gain enlightennt, perhaps even surpass the original.
“No sacred land for seeking the Dao surpasses Qianshi.”
He reached such a conclusion, but did not truly sit down cross-legged to seek enlightennt.
Because he ca to Qianshi with a mission, even if it was to pollute at least one mory brand of Dao Qiongcang in his lair.
“Oh no, how did I just now rember my mission?”
Jin Ren slapped his forehead, cursing his original for not reminding him. Could it be that Jin Ren who went to Mournful was more important than himself?
He was just about to step out on the Will Dao Disc, to trace Elder Dao the Flamboyant’s tracks.
A rustling sound ca from the forest trees by the lake, as soone stepped on a dead branch, making a noise, alerting Jin Ren.
“Who?”
An elderly figure hobbled out.
It was a white-haired, venerable old man, hunched over, carrying a large bundle of firewood on his back, with a dull-bladed little axe tucked at his waist.
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