Hong Tianbao coughed slightly.
It seed that ever since the Jiangzhou incident, the flesh plague within his body was becoming more active, as if about to consu him completely.
Suffering, tornt, pain beyond endurance.
But he did not want to die, at least not now.
’Knock knock knock’
A knocking sound ca from outside the door. Hong Tianbao dragged his weary body to the door and suddenly his pupils contracted.
In his divine thought perception, outside the door was empty.
And that knocking sound, it wasn’t a real physical collision—the sound resonated within the mind.
Hong Tianbao’s body suddenly tensed up.
Chen Qiusheng?
Or Chen Daoling?
He reached out and lightly tapped different parts of his body, silently releasing so hidden confinents.
Turning the door handle, he opened the door.
Outside the door, there was an old man.
"Who are you?"
Hong Tianbao stood tense, staring at the old man, certain he looked familiar but unable to recall where they had t.
"Zhong Mountain."
The old man said calmly:
"You may also call True Man, I co from above High Heaven."
True Man?
Above High Heaven.....
Hong Tianbao’s breath suddenly halted.
It was him!!
The one who, on that day, with one step flowers blood and fell, with a sigh snow drifted for miles, and asked the mysterious heavens above!!
"High Heaven....."
Hong Tianbao’s body suddenly relaxed.
Such a person, regardless of their purpose, was beyond his ability to resist. He stepped aside and gestured with a hand:
"Please."
Zhong Mountain walked into the room, step by step.
Substantial spiritual ripples spread from under his feet, swiftly covering the entire room.
The room transford into ethereal clouds.
Hong Tianbao swallowed, looking around the sea of clouds, above was a Taoist Palace that could be seen but was impossible to see, as if existing outside of thought and perception,
At first glance, the Taoist Palace was clearly right before his eyes, yet he couldn’t retain even a hint of its image in his mind!
Rembering this mont, moving his gaze away, he imdiately forgot it.
Thoughts, ideas, notions.
Couldn’t encompass it within.
Hong Tianbao felt horror, then looked down, seeing a flowing liquid aurora that covered everything on the ground, all that could be seen was aurora, nothing else.
"Is this... the Divine Realm?" He spoke uncertainly.
Zhong Mountain, or rather, the spiritual imprint coiled in the clouds, quietly watched Hong Tianbao, speaking softly:
"I walk the earth on behalf of the Celestial Venerate."
He pointed above his head.
Hong Tianbao looked up, saw the Taoist Palace, and once again the mory of the Taoist Palace erged.
Chilling to the bone.
He heard the mysterious True Man continue:
"The Heavenly Path diminishes excess to make up for deficiency."
"You have a strange poison within you, that is your deficiency."
"I can take this deficiency away today, but for every blessing, there is a price."
Zhong Mountain fixed his gaze on the older man,
A blessing for every price, this was a rule set early on, unchanged for anyone.
Not even parents, a blessing for every price must hold true.
Of course, the magnitude of the price is determined by one’s heart.
Hong Tianbao struggled to move his gaze away from the Taoist Palace beyond the limits of thought, once again forgetting the Taoist Palace,
Or one might say it never existed in his mind at all.
Gazing at the old man before him, Hong Tianbao felt both amazed and delighted.
He lowered his head and asked.
"True Man, what should be the price I pay?"
The True Man calmly said:
"An amount of cultivation, past experiences in cultivation, a particular trait, or even lifespan, fortune....."
"All can suffice."
Hong Tianbao’s expression changed, these things can be the price?
These things can be ’given’??
He was shocked but not skeptical.
To be above the heavens, no ability is surprising.
Cultivation? Lifespan?
No, not those.
Hong Tianbao closed his eyes, his lifespan was already limited, as for cultivation, if he lost it, what difference would curing or not curing this flesh plague make?
He asked seriously:
"Technique?"
"Yes." Zhong Mountain nodded slightly, gazing at the old man: "Technique of Breaking Limit, or your cultivation in the Eight Forms of Form and Spirit."
"Any will do."
Hong Tianbao was startled, even the Eight Forms of Form and Spirit were known?
He quickly pondered, took a deep breath:
"Then, the Eight Forms of Form and Spirit?"
"Good."
Zhong Mountain nodded, outlining light and shadow, emitting a solemn yet grand voice.
"Are you willing?"
"Willing!"
The old man nodded, smiling:
"The pact is established."
Hong Tianbao felt dazed, sensing the stubborn flesh plague within disappear quietly, vanish without a trace,
But at the sa ti, his mory of the Eight Forms of Form and Spirit was rapidly fading, until completely gone.
I..... truly no longer know the Eight Forms of Form and Spirit.
Life Light Phase, New Death Appearance, Giant Form, Blood Painting Form, up to Ancient Tomb Form!
All forgotten.
Yet the Dead Man’s Bone ford from the Life Light Phase remained.
Hong Tianbao felt his decaying body fill with vitality bit by bit, sensing his lost strength returning from the ethereal bit by bit.
He beca a Grandmaster once again.
Every mont, every second, his body grew stronger and recovered.
Raising his eyelids again, the mysterious True Man’s figure was gone, back in his own room.
A faint phrase lingered in the air.
"Above High Heaven, there is no place to leave your na now, too many evil deeds in the first half of life, why not atone?"
"The Heavenly Path, tending the deficient with the surplus."
"The Human Path, tending the surplus with the deficient."
"The Path of All Life, no more than the two words of legacy..."
The voice dissipated, too.
Hong Tianbao stood dumbfounded, feeling his gradually thriving body, pondering the words ’Heavenly Path’, ’Human Path’, and ’Legacy’.
"In the first half of my life, my sins were deep....."
He muttered to himself.
Legacy?
Hong Tianbao thought of his young disciple, a smile appearing on his face, murmuring:
"You little punk, who says I’m old, who says I should enjoy my twilight years?"
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