The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 9: Leaving Soul

No matter how human civilization develops, or evolves, transforms, and practices, after all, it is constantly making choices.

Jing Jiu and Qingshan Patriarch chose different paths between themselves and the world. They both reached the highest position and the deepest realm. To put it in an inaccurate way, they are the predecessors of human civilization and the latter.

From the beginning to the end, the battle between them is static, so the waves are like eagles and the coconut trees are picturesque.

Shen Qingshan's body is already very weak, and he can only control the sword formation of all things with his divine consciousness. But his divine consciousness is really unimaginable, and the sword formation of all things controls all the rules, and neither Peng Lang nor Zhao Layue and others can touch his body.

Jing Jiu's body is perfect, but it has become his own shackles. Shen Qingshan uses the Heavenly Sword to control him. He can't do anything at all and can only sit in that wheelchair.

Two wheelchairs at the beach are like sitting on the road, but they are more dangerous than any battle. It involves the forbidden zone of the soul, the other side of the avenue, the will of the god, the fate of mankind, and even the legacy of that unknown civilization.

The biggest possibility lies in giving up.

Jing Jiu gave up his body, but successfully got up from the wheelchair and took the first step forward.

Shen Qingshan stared at the child and asked with an unusually serious expression: "What does it feel like?"

The child condensed in light and shadow should be Jing Jiu's soul. How should a soul answer questions?

"It feels...a bit weird and interesting."

The child's voice is Jing Jiu's voice, but it is a little immature.

The more important difference is that this sound is obviously not made by air vibration, but it can be clearly heard. It is more ethereal than ordinary sounds, and it is somewhat close to the fairy sound in human imagination.

"Really?" Shen Qingshan leaned forward slightly, her eyes a little complicated.

The child didn't speak any more, shaking up his left foot, and took another step forward.

The moment when the little feet that seemed to be made of clear light fell on the sand, countless thunders rang out in the sky.

Countless sword intents descended from the sky, shone with cold light, and slashed towards the child.

No one fully understands what a soul is, but one thing can be confirmed. It is an immaterial existence, or an existence that cannot be called an existence.

If it is a flying sword, it is naturally impossible to cut the soul, but those sword intents come from all things, between the real and the virtual.

There was no sound, the waves on the beach broke a few, and several white marks appeared on the child's body.

Those white traces are not material, but some kind of spatial distortion caused very small turbulent lines in the air.

The child lowered his head and looked at his body, then reached out and touched it with a small hand.

But he touched an empty space.

It is obvious that he is still adjusting to this new and unfamiliar state.

In the next moment, countless swordsmanship came from the sea, blowing on his body like a spring breeze.

The white lines were suddenly erased gently.

The meaning of sword comes from all things.

Zu Xing's everything belongs to Shen Qingshan, or it can be Jing Jiu's.

No, everything is their own, but can be used by these two people.

Jing Jiu is no longer under the control of the Celestial Sword, but just a soul, naturally able to cast a sword formation of all things. And I don't know if the connection between Divine Soul and all things is more direct or for other reasons, he can even speak the sword faster than Shen Qingshan.

Several sword intent came to Shen Qingshan's body, and flowers bloomed--Jing Jiu silently returned the sword.

Unexpectedly, he did not continue to shoot Shen Qingshan, raising his other foot awkwardly and trying to move forward again.

What's more unexpected is that Shen Qingshan's expression has never been more solemn.

The child was a little unstable on the third step, almost fell, opened his two thin arms and swayed for a long time.

It looks like dancing, so cute.

Shen Qingshan looked cold, and the wheelchair under him took a step back silently.

Why did Jing Jiu go to the wheelchair?

What is he afraid of?

The child continued to walk forward.

No footprints are left on the beach.

He walked more and more steadily, faster and faster, getting more and more excited, and he felt a little dancing.

It's like playing with a maid in Chaoge City Palace.

It's like playing with everything with one sword on Shangdefeng.

Shen Qingshan's wheelchair kept retreating, and it retreated faster and faster, leaving a clear arc on the beach.

With a soft bang, the wheelchair was blocked by a hard object, and it had already retreated to the pool.

The fish in the pool are still, as if enclosed in blue glass, and as if suspended in the sky.

Several bamboo poles were stuck in the sand, their heads hung weakly.

Huaxi sat on the small bench with her hands propped on her chin, her eyes were alienated and staring at all this in a daze.

It's not really no way to go back to the pool. With Shen Qingshan's magical powers, you can completely make the wheelchair fly like in the movie, flying over the cliff mountains on the island, over the sea, and flying over the incomplete moon.

But he knew he couldn't retire anymore.

A breeze emerged from his body, causing the bamboo poles to tremble slightly.

The fish in the pond seemed to come back to life.

There are countless tiny gleams in the waves on the seashore.

A pure and extremely powerful spirit enveloped the entire planet.

Everything gives birth to countless sword intents, like invisible raindrops filling all the space.

A young man walked out of the sky full of swordsmanship, dressed plainly, holding a hatchet in his hand, looking like a woodcutter.

Shen Qingshan looked at the child in front of him and said, "Look at who of us can go further."

After saying this, the young woodcutter stepped forward and slashed at the child's neck.

The knife fell silent, and it didn't bring out any light, as if it didn't really exist.

The young woodcutter is not a virtual image formed by the intent of a sword, but an appearance of Shen Qingshan's divine consciousness.

The sword intent of all things is fair to him and Jing Jiu, and both can be used, so now we have to see whether his spiritual consciousness is stronger, or the child-that is, Jing Jiu's spiritual soul is stronger.

The young woodcutter's knife didn't fall directly on the child's neck.

When the blade was half a foot away from the tender and fair skin, it stopped.

Countless sword lights appeared on the surface of Ancestral Star, followed by countless sword sounds.

The sound of the sword sound is endless, like thunder falling in the ears of everyone, and like the light of the sky that leaks from the clouds, on their hearts, whether it is Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui, and Tong Yan can’t bear it. This coercion fell to the beach.

Peng Lang and Liu Shisui's expressions changed slightly, and they stepped back into the sea for a few more steps, bringing up the sound of rustling water.

The skylight reflected from the sea surface not far away turned into countless thin lines, which still intersect each other, bursting into shards like fireworks.

Some of the still fish in the pool moved, and the sky light reflected by the scales was broken and brilliant. The coconut grove was no longer still, and swayed gently with the wind, shattering the sky, making everyone's eyes uneasy.

Some waves collapsed directly like thawed ice sculptures, and the white lines inside floated up, like catkins, and like a school of silver fish suddenly jumping out of the sea in the distance.

Jian Xian Ensheng wiped off the blood overflowing from the corner of her lips, turned around and looked into the depths of the sea, with a look of admiration in her eyes.

Everyone present has a similar mood to him, because everyone is a swordsman and can understand these pictures.

The waves continued to melt and began to undulate, slowly beating against the beach.

Countless sword lights continue to shine, and sword sounds continue to sound.

This planet has become a world of swords, with sword intent everywhere.

The view is endless.

It's endless.

Beautiful.

……

……

No matter how beautiful the picture is, it can't attract everyone's attention for a long time.

Ensheng quickly turned his head and looked at the pool.

Zhao Layue stared at that side even more, and never left for a moment.

Shen Qingshan was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning forward slightly, looking at the child in front of him.

The young woodman is standing behind the child, holding the hatchet in his hand, cutting it down.

The child opens his arms and seems to be ready to dance.

This picture looks a little funny, but it seems to have a lot of meaning, like some experimental drama.

Everyone knows that there are countless dangers hidden outside this scene.

Those dangers are on the island, and even more out of the sky.

This battle takes place in all places on this planet.

It is possible that a sunfish is trying to kill a silver shrimp.

It may be that a blade of grass wants to swallow a fly.

It is possible that a rock is about to fall from the edge of the cliff, smashing the snow lotus below.

It's possible that the mist in the mountains just rose and was about to be swallowed by clouds.

No one knows whether the final winner is the fog or the stone, or the shrimp.

The atmosphere in the room is getting more and more tense.

Zhao Layue's face became paler and paler.

Because the child's light and shadow are getting weaker and weaker, he gradually becomes one with the surrounding environment.

That's a sign of a loss of soul.

It is really difficult for the soul to exist alone in the material world for a long time.

Is this the price of freedom?

It turns out that this is Shen Qingshan's intention.

The wheelchair kept retreating, walking out of his consciousness in the sky full of sword intent, all to waste time.

Time is the real artifact and the thing that kid fears most.

The hatchet in the young woodcutter's hand slowly descended, gradually approaching the child's neck.

The child's figure fades away, as if it will disappear in the next moment.

The next moment, he suddenly hummed a song in a childish voice~IndoMTL.com~You are my heart, you are my lungs, you are my..."

Obviously this is a horrible nursery rhyme.

This picture is really weird.

With the chilling singing, the child's body and feet also moved.

Not dancing, but skipping rope.

There seemed to be an invisible thread in front of the wheelchair, and his footsteps kept going back and forth on that thread.

Like a naughty little grandson playing with grandpa.

With a snap.

The child jumped up and landed on Shen Qingshan's lap.

He stood on his knees, just level with Shen Qingshan.

The child looked into Shen Qingshan's eyes and said with a childish voice: "I won."