A World Worth Protecting Chapter 1177: Master’s gaze!
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Several years ago, in that Underworld Dream, Ming Kunzi once stood in front of Wang Baole's. in the eye was gentle, but his face was stern, asking Wang Baole about cultivating.
"Baole, my Underworld Sect disciple, what shall I do after attracting the soul?"
"Master, after attracting the soul, according to what Dao Heart felt at Heavenly Dao reincarnation, draw Corpse Face for the soul, determine fate, and lead the karma line, and then complete everything, and then send it to reincarnation for Heavenly Dao review. If it passes, then Start a new student. If it fails, it means that my Underworld Sect disciple cultivating is not enough."
"Goodness."
Wang Baole opened open eyes, watching the three levels world that appeared when he stepped into the light gate, and looked at this place among the endless white clouds, which existed independently, except for the white clouds, the only thing that reflected in the eye.
That is a cliff.
In front of the cliff, there is a case table.
On the case table, there is a pen.
That is an Corpse Face pen.
Looking at all this, he thought of Underworld Dream, thought of everything he had learned, and finally understood why this Netherworld Sovereign tomb was so strange.
"That's because... this place is both a cemetery, trial, and... inheritance."
"So everything here is to verify, to evaluate, to select, and to obtain disciples of Netherworld Sovereign inheritance."
Wang Baole murmured softly, and looked sideways at the Netherworld River beside him. There were countless souls in there. They stepped forward in silence, reached the cliff, and sat a few times before the case.
His eyes closed again, seeming to be reminiscing, and also seeming to be immersed, until after a while, the moment Wang Baole both eyes opened, his in the eye calmed, with a wave of his left hand, suddenly white clouds bubbling up came around, integrated into the Netherworld River beside him, and sank Among the souls in it, afterwards... bursts of induction emerged in Wang Baole's heart, and he seemed to see faces.
After a while, Wang Baole raised his right hand and picked up the pen placed on the desk. With a ray of soul light, it flew out of Netherworld River and floated in front of him. Wang Baole looked calm and serious, as if returning In the Underworld Sect that year, the outline of the soul light began.
Draw Corpse Face.
Corpse Face is difficult to draw, and it is difficult to not allow the slightest error. Because of a clerical error, it will affect the soul's afterlife. An accident will affect its own Dao Heart.
Not to have selfishness, as the brothers back then, because of that selfishness, they went the wrong way in future choices.
Wang Baole doesn't know whether he can do it well, after all... he hasn't painted Corpse Face for a long time, and even his own way is contrary to Underworld Sect.
"But it's also a karma." Wang Baole shook his head and calmed himself down, making strokes to outline the soul in front of him, gradually appearing body, appearance, and gender.
During this process, his hands did not tremble, even if he was a little strange, but his mentality was among that kind of gods. This kind of transcendence seemed invisibly causing Wang Baole to spread out all over his body at this moment. Charm.
This way is Heavenly Dao, which is the way of Underworld Sect.
A sigh, outside of this world, outside the vast Netherworld River, softly echoing, but it can't reach anyone's heart, can't reach the slightest mind of others, only outside Netherworld River, in the emptiness of Chen Qing, Long lasting.
The eyes of Chen Qing seem to be able to penetrate everything and see everything that happened in the tomb of Netherworld Sovereign.
He saw what happened before in that temple, the Wang Baole's experience, which silenced him, and he also saw that after Wang Baole left, everyone in the temple gradually awoke and entered the next level.
He also saw that on the first floor of the falling tower, there were countless killing intents around Wang Baole's. These killing intents were enough to erase the Wang Baole spirit.
It wasn't until Wang Baole that he gave up all resistance, showed his mind, and showed his kindness, and those ghosts slowly disappeared.
Similarly, he even saw the Underworld Sect cultivator that entered the first floor after Wang Baole left. Most of them were selfish and died in them.
Also in that second level, Wang Baole's draws the soul, and Corpse Face in the three levels, all these make the sigh of Chen Qing echo again.
Wang Baole, indeed, is the hope of Underworld Sect's re-emergence.
Because no one can draw the soul of the Seven Kingdoms before or after him, he is the most one, and no one can remain detached and unaffected like him, silently painting Corpse Face.
But...the deviation is different.
So all this, only a sigh, until his eyes were deeper and he saw two figures in the lower layers, moving forward with difficulty.
One man and one woman.
The female is the quasi-Underworld Child who hides her strength outside, and the male is the quasi-Underworld Child who is unassuming and has no sense of existence. These two are together at this moment. Their figure is in the eyes of Chen Qing. Slowly blending.
"The method of banning yin and yang is unified into Great Dao. I don't want to be a candidate, so I don't want to be a candidate, but I still lack a piece of... luck." Chen Qing stared for a moment, retracted his gaze, and looked at... …The deepest part of the tomb of Netherworld Sovereign.
There is a figure of coffin sitting cross-legged and meditating next to coffin.
This figure is vague, but it has a breath of vicissitudes, with the meaning of endless years, permeating this last layer, it seems that Chen Qing's gaze can be detected, this figure raised its head, opened its eyes, and separated The cemetery, across Netherworld River, faces Chen Qing.
"Master...I want the remains of Netherworld Sovereign, you don't give it, then if the younger brother goes, will you...Will you give it?" Chen Qing lowered his head and murmured softly.
This figure is the guardian of the tomb, and... his master is also Wang Baole's Underworld Sect.
His Dao name is... Ming Kunzi!
Time passed, Wang Baole didn't care about how long it had passed, nor did it consider whether anyone was in observation himself, and even ignored it. After him, he also entered the three levels.
He didn't even think about why after he entered this three levels person, there were still souls being drawn around him. After all, he was regarded as attracting the souls of the seven kingdoms of the upper level of the soul world.
These are not important.
Whether second level has no beginning and no end, the soul world continues, no matter where Newcomer is here, after seeing him one by one, they all showed a sense of vigilance, no matter if it is the appearance of people, the surrounding white clouds have appeared again The cliffs could not arouse his attention.
At this moment, Wang Baole, there is only Corpse Face in front of me.
He brushed strokes until he sketched out all the souls according to the perception that appeared in his mind, until Netherworld River disappeared from his side, these souls that he painted Corpse Face, formed a dot of light, surrounded Around him, making his whole person at this moment, rays of light is very big.
More sacred intentions emerged on him, making in the eye complicated around Newcomer.
At this time, Wang Baole's's mind slowly recovered.
"Next, I will decide my destiny." Muttered, in front of Wang Baole's, the light gate appeared on its own. He stood up and walked with one step, bringing all around him that no longer possesses death Qi, but a new one with vitality. Soul, step in together.
From beginning to end, he didn't look around him at all.
He just feels that there are two eyes, one on the top and the other on the bottom, both staring at himself. The one on the top can know who clear comprehension is, but the one on the bottom... he doesn't know.
But he could feel that as he walked layer by layer, the call, the kind of traction, became clearer and clearer, and faintly, after entering rays of light and entering the next layer, his heart still A little more kind and familiar.