Martial Cultivator Chapter 812: Fuyun

The mad daoist walked toward the island shrouded in mist ahead, but at this mont, his gaze was clear, without any trace of madness.

He walked a long way along the beach, and finally arrived at the edge of the mist. Standing there, the mad daoist did not move forward but just looked for a long ti.

The mist here was sowhat like the white fog that had once covered Rongshan Sect, but it was much lighter, giving the feeling of mist rising on a mountaintop after the rain.

“I want to leave.”

After standing here for a long ti, the mad daoist suddenly spoke, saying only this one sentence.

Back when he had crossed that Immortal Sea and arrived here, he had stayed for a long ti. Now he wanted to leave and return to the place he had been before.

"What's the hurry?"

A voice ca from the mist. "There are still many good things here you haven't seen. Aren't you tempted?"

“I just feel that sothing has happened over there. I want to go back and see.”

The mad daoist spoke slowly. Since coming here, he had cut off all contact with the outside world. Aside from knowing just now that his valued junior Yun Jianyue had beco an existence that achieved the end of Nepenthe, he knew nothing else about the outside.

“According to your calculations, those two emperors are already dead after infliction mutual injuries on each other. Now that soone from your temple has beco a great daoist sage, what changes do you think will happen over there?”

The voice in the mist was very calm. In fact, it was less calm than emotionless; it was utterly indifferent. It was as if speaking about sothing trivial, incapable of stirring any emotion.

“I just feel uneasy. Although Chen Che and the Demon Emperor are dead, that one who uses a sword is still alive. After I leave, he has almost no equal. Even Ah Yue is no match for him.”

The mad daoist spoke softly. “Although he is wholly imrsed in the sword path and does not concern himself with worldly matters, I still feel uneasy. Moreover, there is that old monk as well.”

People who leave ho always worry about those left behind, especially when even the simplest letters no longer arrive.

The voice in the mist remained silent for a long ti, then slowly spoke, “It seems you are not worried about them.”

The mad daoist was silent for a long ti upon hearing this. Finally, he said, “Indeed, I am not worried about them. That old monk has not done much in recent years and naturally will not act now. As for the one who uses the sword, even if he breaks through his cultivation realm, he will only pursue higher levels of the sword path and will have no impact on this world. What I am worried about is Chen Che’s nephew.”

“A young man.”

The voice in the mist said calmly, “Only a few years have passed. What can he do?”

Clearly, a few years ant nothing to the existence in the mist. It was like seas changing into mulberry fields and mulberry fields into seas; trivial and insignificant. Even for the mad daoist, a few years were barely worth noting. But for an ordinary person, or for that young man, or for Yun Jianyue, a few years still made a difference.

“Ah Yue can reach the end of Nepenthe, so naturally he can too. Although I have no fondness for him, considering the potential he has shown and the fact that he is Chen Che’s nephew, I cannot help but worry.”

The mad daoist’s eyes were deep and thoughtful. He did not know why, but after learning that Yun Jianyue had beca an existence at the end of Nepenthe, he could not stop worrying.

“You an that young man has only cultivated for a few years and has already beco an existence at the end of Nepenthe? Even so, he is only one person. How can he possibly change the world?”

The voice in the mist rose slightly in tone, but only a little, not much.

Sothing appeared in the mad daoist’s eyes. He looked at the mist ahead and recalled past events. Back when that Great Liang Emperor ascended the throne, people said that even if that feudal prince rose up to seize the Divine King and beco emperor, Great Liang would still be controllable. What could one person do with his strength alone?

But in reality, just a few years later, Great Liang was no longer the sa as before. That Great Liang Emperor ruled for over a decade, changing the country greatly.

People had misjudged once, and now again, the mad daoist did not want to let things beco truly uncontrollable.

“All in all I have to go kill him.”

The mad daoist was very resolute. Regarding this matter, he was determined to go through with it.

“You must understand, even if you have reached this realm, you may not be able to leave that sea. And once you do leave it, you can never return.”

The mist flowed slowly, and the voice beca strange. “Over many years, very few have been able to co here. Those who co here have no desire to leave at all. The end of Nepenthe is rely another beginning, and in this world, only in this place can one see the path ahead.”

“The end of this path is called eternal life.”

Eternal life.

The goal of a cultivator’s cultivation was nothing more than these two words. For these two words, countless people have spent their entire lives here.

“After you arrived, I advised you to enter, but you never did. And now you want to leave. Truly strange.”

The voice in the mist shifted slightly with emotion, asking curiously, “I really want to know what you are thinking.”

“Thinking a lot.”

The mad daoist said, “If I were only thinking about eternal life, I would have entered long ago.”

“I did not co here specifically to seek eternal life. I was forced to travel this way with no other choice. But now, I am going back. Farewell.”

After saying this, the mad daoist turned and prepared to leave.

The person in the mist seed as if they wanted to say sothing. But in the end, he said nothing, only a sigh drifting out softly.

The mad daoist returned to the beach and looked at the sea for a long ti.

Indeed, just as the person in the mist had said, even though he had already broken through the end of Nepenthe and reached a new realm, he still could not be certain of leaving here.

Entering was a matter of life and death, and leaving was even more difficult.

But since he had decided to leave, the mad daoist would see it through.

Those who co here originally have little attachnt to the mortal world and seek only eternal life. Once they arrive, no one thinks of leaving. Over all these years, the only one who has tried to leave is him.

But he was different. He did have attachnts. In his heart, a daoist temple still resided.

It was his place of peace.

Thinking of this, the sea beside the beach suddenly slowly surged, gradually forming into a small boat. The mad daoist stood at the bow, looking ahead, and then moved forward.

The boat traveled several dozen feet forward, and the mad daoist suddenly spoke softly.

"Fuyun."[Yes, it's the sa Fuyun as Fuyun Sect. Fuyun also ans 扶云 Supporting Cloud]

This word seed ordinary, but they were not.

Because this was the na of the realm above Nepenthe.

And in the world, very few people even knew this word, which represented the realm beyond Nepenthe.