The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 11: Downstream and upstream
If you are willing to day and night, you still have to fight day and night, so that eternity is longer.
According to the truth, Jing Jiu should leave after thinking about that sentence, but he didn't get up and still sat by the river in a daze.
Leaving Qingshan is to find the grindstone. Now the monster bones in the Demon Prison are gone, and the monster bones at the bottom of the Soul Gathering Valley have become dust. Where should I go?
He is still the person who ignores world affairs. Some subtle changes have taken place after all. For example, he occasionally leaves Qingshan, and there are often people around him when he travels, whether it's Gu Qing, wintering, or Zhao Layue. , Now I'm not used to being alone, and I feel a little boring.
He didn't take out the bamboo chair. The temperature on the lava river was too high and there would be fire at any time. It would be a shame if a bamboo chair burned.
He didn't take out the porcelain plate either. I don't know when he started playing sand making games.
He suddenly stood up, put away his white clothes, and walked into the magma, with the universe front quietly following behind.
He was not frustrated by the shock of tens of thousands of years. He decided to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river, burning himself to fire, but just wanted to take a bath.
The flaming lava was like golden water. He was lifted from the river and poured it on his face, and then dripped down his body, splashing hundreds of sparks on the river.
Unless it is the Yanggang fire produced by those Taoist furnaces and immortal-level magic weapons, it is difficult for him to be hurt by flames, including these hot and terrifying magma.
The temperature of the magma is extremely high. When he closes his eyes, he can feel the scorching hotness, and he feels a little pain in his body rare, and then he feels refreshed.
Steam baths don’t make any sense to him, nor massages. He didn’t expect to find similar pleasures in the river of fire today.
Jing Jiu felt very comfortable, so he simply lay down in the magma, resting his head with both hands, looking at the sunset glow pattern on the rock wall of the cave, a little fascinated.
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Many ascetics actually didn't want to understand that there is actually no inseparable connection between ascension and longevity.
Ascension does not mean longevity. Those former immortals who left Chaotian Continent may have died long ago.
Longevity does not necessarily have to soar. According to Jing Jiu's observation, the Yuan tortoise on the top of Tianguang Peak can live for at least tens of thousands of years, or even longer.
Longevity is to live.
Soaring is to get out.
To live and go out is to constantly find new pleasures.
This kind of fun includes but is not limited to the enjoyment of life instincts. It refers more to discovering knowledge you don’t understand, laws you haven’t touched, and unknown worlds you haven’t imagined. So bathing in the magma, soaking in the magma like a hot spring is also one of nature.
According to Jing Jiu's behavior, even if he occasionally has this kind of fun, he won't stay in this kind of fun for too long.
Because this novel experience can still be calculated, which is expected.
Today he lay in the magma for a long time.
Before entering the ground, he sat by the wild lake all night.
At the beginning of the Tongtianjing by the East China Sea, he looked down for a long time.
It's all because of hesitation.
Before the trip, he had calculated that it should be difficult to find a suitable monster bone at the bottom of the Soul Gathering Valley, and it may even be a little dangerous, but it is still here.
Because this is very close to the abyss, there is the underworld.
He is reluctant to go to the snowy field because it is dangerous, and he is even more reluctant to go to the underworld because it is also dangerous over there.
According to the truth, he shouldn't hesitate at all, just turn around and leave, why should he lie in the magma at this time, watching the sky full of sunset in a daze?
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Few people know what Jing Jiu likes.
Liu Shisui only knows that he likes to lie on a bamboo chair, so no matter whether he is in Tianguangfeng or Guocheng Temple, he has not forgotten to plant a few bamboos to make it easier to repair the bamboo chair.
Gu Qing only knows that he likes to watch the snow, so every year when the snow falls, he will take the initiative to move out of the Taoist Temple with Yuanqu, leaving a good position near the window to Master.
Zhao Layue only knows that he likes to have long black and smooth hair, so she refuses to do it, but still insists that he comb her hair.
But even the three of them didn't know what Jing Jiu really didn't like.
There are many things he doesn't want to do. It's because he is lazy or feels meaningless, but it doesn't mean he doesn't like it.
For example, if he doesn't eat hot pot, he just thinks that this action is meaningless. It doesn't mean that he doesn't like hot pot.
In Shangdefeng, when the brother and Yuanliu were eating hot pot, he liked to sit and watch.
This habit has persisted until now.
Now, he likes to watch Zhao Layue eat hot pot.
In the countless restaurants in Chaotian Continent, there are white soups that he looks down upon.
Only the winter will know the answer.
The thing Jing Jiu dislikes the most is to owe people.
Whether it is love or money or something else.
After the smoke disappeared, in the distant outside world, there was still a breath of staleness in his body.
That is unfinished cause and effect, unfinished fate.
Ascension failed because of these, he naturally disliked it very much.
So since his rebirth, he has paid great attention to these aspects. He has tried to make up for what he owed in the past, but he has got some new debts.
The biggest creditor is the Hades.
In the Demon Suppression Prison, the Emperor of the Underworld passed on his Soul and Fire, and he promised to help the Emperor of the Underworld find an inheritor, and pass the Seal of the Emperor of the Underworld and the Emperor of the Soul and Fire to that person.
Thirteen years have passed, and he has not been able to finish this matter yet.
He put the cosmic front into the universe, closed his eyes, and sank under the magma.
The density of magma is so high that ordinary people cannot sink if they are not burned to ashes, but they are naturally different.
He followed the lava river to the distance, like a stone.
More than ten miles away is the place where the river forks. One river goes up and one goes down.
Follow the current and upstream, the river will make its own choices.
Is this irresponsible drifting along with the flow or what the monks of Guocheng Temple like to say, or is it lazy?
Maybe Jing Jiu himself didn’t have an answer. He could only clearly feel that as he got deeper and deeper in the magma and the temperature around his body got higher and higher, his right hand became a little softer, and this was right. Is what he wants.
He floated along the lava river for a long time, and one day he bumped into something suddenly, opened his eyes and found that it was a wall blocking the way.
This wall is transparent.
The magma river encountered the wall and couldn't move forward, surging back and forth, forming countless small whirlpools, giving birth to countless flames, which looked like thousands of stove eyes.
If you go back to the ground, you can only see the sky, not the wall, so this is underground.
Jing Jiu walked to the transparent wall with his hands on his back, looking into the distance.
The wall is so high that it stretches for an unknown number of miles, and there is no end in sight.
There is a dark abyss.
On the other side of the abyss is the underworld.
If you want to be the leader of the Orthodox sect of Human Race, being strong is a necessary condition, but it is not all. You must also take a lot of responsibilities and pay a lot of price for the Human Race, such as guarding the passage between the human world and the underworld.
The sects with a long history and famous reputation in Chaotian Continent have their own passages guarded by them.
Wuenmen guards the passage at the bottom of the Wanshou Mountain, the Tongtianjing by the East China Sea is jointly monitored by Shuiyue An and Guocheng Temple, and Yimaozhai is guarded by the Qianli Wind Corridor.
Zhongzhou faction has the highest status, the strongest strength, and naturally the greatest responsibility. Canglong incarnates in the demon prison to guard Chaoge City, and at the same time is responsible for the channel to the bottom of the Gathering Soul Valley.
This transparent huge wall that stretches for an unknown number of miles should be the seal of the Zhongzhou School. Judging from the breath it radiates, it is indeed extremely powerful and indestructible.
The Qingshan Sect does not have a passage to the underworld, because the waters in the south are abundant and the cracks in the ground are filled, but it also paid a lot.
If the Zhongzhou faction pays the powerful magic weapon and formation required for the trapping of the beast and the seal, the Qingshanzong pays the sword and blood.
Jing Jiu stood in front of the transparent huge wall with his hands on his back, staring quietly at the abyss over there.
Thirteen years ago, the Emperor Underworld was also gazing at the abyss quietly through a transparent and unbreakable barrier.
At that time, the eyes of the Emperor Hades were full of nostalgia for his hometown, but his eyes were much more complicated at this time.
His gaze crossed the abyss and landed in the underworld far away.
The landform of the underworld is similar to the sky here, and there are steep mountains, but there is no sun, and the light is extremely dim, and it can only be illuminated by ground fire.
A slightly bright river winds through the mountains, bringing light and hope to life on both sides of the bank.
Jing Jiu retracted his gaze and looked at his right hand.
After soaking in the lava river for so long, his right hand became softer.
He kept his hands behind his back, but he was kneading the index finger of his right hand with his left hand.
The index finger didn't seem to have changed much, but it was sharper, and it was about to recover to the level when it was intact.
Jing Jiu stretched out his index finger and pointed to the huge transparent wall in front of him.
The transparent wall seems to have no thickness and no elasticity.
This sounds very ordinary, but when you think about it, it is a terrifying thing, it can even be said to be unimaginable.
I don’t know what formations the former immortals used when the Zhongzhou Sect sealed this place 30,000 years ago, and how many magic weapons they consumed.
With a soft sound, Jing Jiu's fingertips fell on the transparent wall.
Feeling the feedback from his fingertips, he raised his eyebrows, and his sword intent suddenly broke out.
Thousands of extremely subtle and fierce sword intent radiated from his body, swirling around like willow leaves blown off by the wind.
The black stones under my feet were cut into pieces, and numerous cracks appeared on the surface of the magma in the river, which could not be bridged.
Even when he confronted the ancestor Xuanyin in the Guocheng Temple, he did not enter this state, and when the monk crossing the sea attacked, he was affected by the immortal urn.
Since rebirth, this is the first time he has truly shown his strongest appearance.
In an instant, his face became extremely pale.
There was another soft snap.
His fingertips seemed to pierce the transparent wall, and nothing seemed to happen.
If you look with the naked eye, even if you look at his finger, you won’t see any changes.
Jing Jiu is a little tired, this finger seems to have exhausted his sword essence.
He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and started practicing.
The transparent huge wall in front of his eyes clearly showed the abyss and the farther underworld, like a giant painting, waiting for him to wake up and admire it again.
After seventy breaths.
The lava river suddenly faded, and a shadow came out of nowhere and fell on him.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the side of the huge transparent wall.
The smell in that shadow is very cold and strange, he is no stranger.
This is a projection of a certain underworld figure.
The Underworld now wants to influence Chaotian Continent, most of the time it can only be done in this way. At that time, Zhongzhou sent Yuan Ying elder Wei Chengzi to assassinate Zhao Layue but failed. On the way to escape, he was killed by the shadow of the third disciple of Master Ming. Qingshan disciple Jian Ruoshan privately investigated the murder of Zuo Yi and died in a ruined temple outside Jianli City. In the same way.
This great figure of the Underworld is very powerful, and his realm is far beyond the current Jing Jiu. It is not too difficult to believe that his shadow wants to kill Jing Jiu.
But there is no fear on Jing Jiu's face, not even vigilance.
He already knew that the other party would show up.
Because he called the other party.
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"Who are you?"
On the other side of the huge transparent wall, someone appeared at some point.
The man squinted his eyes, his face without eyebrows was flooded with colored light, but he still couldn't overpower his clothes.
He is wearing a royal blue dress, the color is very bright, and it looks very eye-catching against the background of black and white and faint fire.
The underworld has no blue sky, no green field, only boring black, white and gray tones. The clothing of ordinary people is generally of this color. Only the nobles with high status are eligible to be colored.
At the time when Jing Jiu first saw the Emperor of the Darkness in the Summoning Prison, the Emperor of the Darkness was wearing colorful clothes.
The color of this person's clothes is so eye-catching, naturally, he has a very high status in the underworld.
This person got the message from Jing Jiu, and he was able to come here through the abyss in the time of seventy breaths. The speed is really amazing.
I haven't seen it for three hundred years, and it's really stronger.
Jing Jiu thought about this, feeling a little bit emotional.
The man's expression was low, and he exuded a powerful breath.
Like most people in the underworld, he is also very short, only about four feet tall, but at this time, as the breath emanates, it makes people feel extremely tall, as if even this transparent giant wall is Can't stop him.
With such a powerful breath, there are not many people in Chaotian Continent, I am afraid that they are at the same level as Liu Ci!
Jing Jiu said: "Since you know the origin of the mosquitoes, you should guess who I am. I don't believe Taiping hasn't told you what happened in the Demon Suppression Prison."
The man looked at Jing Jiu quietly and asked, "Who are you anyway?"
Jing Jiu said: "I am the one who holds the seal."
Mosquitoes.
The seal.
The man was silent for a long time and asked: "Your Majesty is still alive?"
Jing Jiu shook his head.
The man said: "If your majesty is dead, why is there his soul fire in the mosquito?"
Jing Jiu said: "I said, you should know that I was by his side before he died."
The man looked at the quiet river Styx below the abyss, and was silent again for a long time, and said: "Hand over the Seal of the Underworld, I will not kill you today."
Jing Jiu said, "Do you think I should be afraid of you?"
The man raised his head and stared into Jing Jiu's eyes, his voice said without emotion, "Do you know who I am?"
Jing Jiu said: "Of course I know that you are a master. I know some other things, do you want to hear it?"
For example, three hundred years ago, you were almost hacked to death by someone.
Yes, this blue-clothed man with an unfathomable aura and the same level as Liu Ci is the strongest underworld master now~IndoMTL.com~ He quietly looked at Jing Jiu and suddenly asked: "What do you want?"
Jing Jiu said: "There is the soul fire of the Emperor of the Underworld in that mosquito, which is enough to show your legitimacy and can help you to calm the disputes of the Underworld. Check it out."
The Underworld Master narrowed his eyes more severely and said, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Jing Jiu said, "This is what the Emperor Underworld confessed to me before his death."
Master Ming said with a blank face: "Your Majesty went down to the world and never came back. Do you think this kind of thing might happen again?"
Jing Jiu said: "If the new emperor does not get my approval, the seal of the underworld will not return to the underworld."
The underworld master said: "If this is the case, then you are kind to my underworld, but...what do you want?"
The same problem as before.
Jing Jiu said to the Underworld Master: "Have you ever considered joining forces with Qingshan, except for Taiping?"
The Hades smiled and said, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Jing Jiu said: "I said that I know many other things, for example, you are a disciple received by Taiping in the Mingbu."
Hearing these words, Underworld Master's expression changed slightly.
Jing Jiu continued: "According to the entry age, you should be after Liu Ci and Yuan riding a whale, so you are a junior."
The Underworld Master narrowed his eyes into a line, and said: "Since you know the relationship between me and the real person, do you want to persuade me to join forces with Qingshan?"
Jing Jiu said calmly: "I am very good at persuading his disciples to betray him."
(End of this chapter)
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