612: Chapter 631 Little Stone Village 612: Chapter 631 Little Stone Village This space-ti functioned once again, birds flapped their wings across the sky, vegetation rustled in the wind along the earthen paths, and traders woke from their stillness, but a look of bewildernt clouded each person’s eyes, as if they had already forgotten everything that had just happened.
Ye Xuan’s brows were furrowed, and his fists were clenched tightly, no one knew the enormous turmoil that was churning in his heart until the function of this world resud, and he had not yet recovered.
“Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor?”
“Could it be that he is Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor?” Ye Xuan muttered to himself, his eyes as deep as ancient ponds, but his clenched fists betrayed his restless emotions.
At the beginning of Heaven and Earth, Hong Jun descended, and in the Zixiao Palace, he set the seven Saint Positions, even replenishing Heavenly Dao by himself, thus making him arguably the strongest in the Three Realms.
Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor, the Creation Jade Butterfly!
If Ye Xuan had not misseen, the cyan Jade Butterfly that appeared before him just now was the legendary Creation Jade Butterfly, containing the Heavenly Dao Laws, and it even showed him the path to becoming a Quasi-Saint.
The tiless disappearance of Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor, even six Great Saints could not find his traces; the last ti Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor appeared, he was also in the Sealing God Tribulation, stopping the battle among five Great Saints.
Yet, Ye Xuan had never imagined that this Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor, who lay beyond the nine heavens, would appear before him and even grant him the opportunity to beco a Quasi-Saint, an utterly unimaginable notion for Ye Xuan.
Who was Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor?
A figure of equal fa to the Pangu God and the first among all to beco a Saint, he rged with the Dao to replenish Heavenly Dao and could represent the will of this Heaven and Earth to act, an unimaginably supre being.
Heavenly Dao is Hong Jun, and Hong Jun is Heavenly Dao.
This statent fully illustrated the status of Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor.
Looking across the expanse of Heaven, Earth, and humanity in the Three Realms, no one could compare to him.
Ye Xuan couldn’t comprehend why Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor would help him, nor could he understand what Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor’s purpose was for him, as in the eyes of Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor, Ye Xuan was less than an ant.
“Undying Immortal Scripture?
Heavenly Punishnt Halberd?”
Suddenly, a flash of Spiritual Light crossed Ye Xuan’s mind, as he mumbled sothing and made an extrely bold conjecture.
“Could it be… could it be that the Primordial Spirit is his incarnation?” Ye Xuan exclaid in shock, his eyes suddenly becoming fixed.
“No, if the Primordial Spirit truly is an incarnation of Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor, he wouldn’t have hesitated facing a Saint.
He would have killed earlier, who in this Heaven and Earth could stop Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor?”
Ye Xuan directly dismissed his own judgnt, just as he had thought, if the Primordial Spirit were indeed an incarnation of Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor, then there would be no need for such machinations, for with Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor’s status, none in the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and humanity could defy him.
“If the Primordial Spirit isn’t Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor’s incarnation, then who truly is the Primordial Spirit?”
Ye Xuan pondered bitterly, yet he couldn’t find the answer he sought.
The Primordial Spirit had always been a major concern for him, and Ye Xuan always felt as though the Primordial Spirit was secretly spying on him, yet he could find no trace of its existence.
“Phew!”
A breath of foul air expelled from Ye Xuan’s mouth, his serious expression relaxed, and his troubled thoughts were dispersed, for Ye Xuan knew that no matter how much he speculated, he could not obtain the answers he sought.
“No matter why Hong Jun the Daoist Ancestor appeared, the only thing I need to do now is to step into the Quasi-Saint Realm as soon as possible,” Ye Xuan said in a low voice, a firm look in his eyes.
“If the heart is undying, all things are immortal, True Spirit is born, can a Quasi-Saint be made?”
Ye Xuan repeatedly savored this statent, already grasping the opportunity to step into the Quasi-Saint Realm.
The aning of this statent told him that to step into the Quasi-Saint Realm, spiritual transcendence was needed.
Only through spiritual transcendence could the Primordial Spirit transform into the True Spirit, which is also a process from being an immortal to becoming a Saint.
“Heart?”
A simple word uttered from Ye Xuan’s mouth, yet at this mont it seed heavily significant to him and clouded his eyes in bewildernt as he incessantly pondered its aning.
“Where is my heart?
What exactly is my heart?” Ye Xuan asked himself, but he couldn’t find the answer he was seeking.
This appeared to be a simple question, yet the simpler the question, the more challenging it was to answer, embodied by the principle that the greatest truths are the simplest.
“Heart of slaughter?
Heart of ruthlessness?
Unbeatable heart?
Fearless heart…”
Ye Xuan walked along the earthen path under the blazing sun, not knowing where he was headed, but completely imrsed in a realm beyond words, hoping to find the answer.
Woosh!
The wind howled, dust flying everywhere, Ye Xuan walked through the storming dust until he vanished at the end of the earthen path, still desperately searching for the answer regarding the ‘heart.’
…
The fierce sun shone high, on a scorching sumr day.
A small stream flowed slowly from east to west, fish swimming in the stream sparkling in the reflected light of the water.
By the stream, several village children wearing patched clothes played and laughed; so jumped into the water to swim, others were fishing with simple spears, their voices filled with joyful laughter.
Several village girls, barefoot, stood in the water washing clothes, while a few young farrs in sweat-soaked shirts stood watching, occasionally letting out a chuckle.
On the east bank of the stream was a modest, unadorned village.
As the sun set in the west, its afterglow bathed the village in a fiery red, invoking a sense of peace and tranquility at first glance.
Cooking smoke lingered, fires were made for cooking, and within the village, the barking of dostic dogs mixed with parents calling their children to co ho.
“Ti to co ho for dinner.”
The children playing by the stream burst into laughter and then ran towards their hos in straw sandals.
“Girl, slow down, slow down.”
An elderly man, appearing to be around sixty, with a kind smile, called to a little girl running towards him.
“Grandpa, look what I caught!”
The little girl, not more than six or seven years old, was wearing clothes patched all over, and her straw sandals revealed her toes.
She held a palm-sized carp in her hand, beaming at the old man.
“Our little Zhuo Ma is really impressive, let’s go ho with Grandpa,” the old man said with an affectionate smile, gently ruffling the girl’s slightly unkempt hair bun, his eyes brimming with indulgence.
As they spoke, the elder held the little girl’s hand and walked toward the village.
Their silhouettes bathed in the sunset’s afterglow exuded an incredibly warm feeling.
“Heart if not extinguished…all things will thrive…heart if not extinguished…all things will thrive…”
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared from far along the earthen path, his steps faltering, as if lost in a mad state, rushing headlong towards Ye Xuan and the child.
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