Silence...
Ultimate silence! So quiet it reaches the bones.
Qing’s brain went blank, not even knowing what to think at this ti.
After a mont, he spoke: "Why... haven’t you killed ?"
The Tao Master laughed heartily, an open-hearted laugh: "Because you are still useful!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed, Qing’s face changed abruptly. A vortex appeared on his chest, and in an instant, like a black hole, it sucked him in.
The air was silent.
After doing all this, the Tao Master turned to look at Emperor Luan: "Not entering the Immortal Sovereign State? Isn’t holding back like this uncomfortable?"
This Emperor Luan could have long entered the Immortal Sovereign State, but he had always been suppressing it.
Emperor Luan shook his head and smiled: "Predecessor, you’re joking, entering or not at this ti, what is the aning?"
As he spoke, his aura slowly rose, breaking through from the Fairy People Limit to Immortal Sovereign. It stopped at the mid-stage of the Immortal Sovereign realm.
Then he shook his head with a bitter smile.
He indeed hid sothing big, acting as a Seal Emperor to detect a little clue about this world.
Hiding so ans was not about seeking survival in desperation, just leaving a backup. But now it seems, it was wishful thinking.
The ti was too short... he was not yet two hundred thousand years old! An Immortal Sovereign under two hundred thousand years old, even placed within the entire spaceti, is among the most excellent batches.
If given another tens of millions of years, he would definitely be able to uncover the truth of this world, and then—lead the entire Sealed Emperor Great World in surrender early!
Recognizing reality, how could it be so awkward? For an emperor, surrendering is the hardest yet simplest.
...
The ti turbulence had no fixed shape, Su He only felt the sky spinning and the earth rotating.
The left side of ti was pulling his left arm to eons ago, the right side was about to take him to ten thousand years ago, and the middle wanted him to return to the present...
No wonder ordinary people can’t survive here—even for ordinary Immortal Sovereigns, it’s hard to survive!
Unless they can be like the Dragon tribe ancestors, protected by a Boundary Lord.
This place had temporal voids in every direction; going through one would be like entering the true world.
But in fact, each void is lethal, and none can truly be entered.
Like a loach slipping through a hole in a colander, thinking it could escape and ascend to heaven, not realizing below is a boiling oil pot!
No wonder even dragon fish exhaust all ans to borrow their mother-in-law to enter the real world. Even White Spirit can only enter but cannot exit.
Su He settled in the ti turbulence, carefully sensing where White Spirit was. She was faintly perceptible, but the sensation was intermittent and dense, seemingly nowhere yet everywhere.
Unable to find!
Every segnt of ti bore her aura, yet none truly had it.
Could she have been dismbered by soone?
As Su He pondered this, he saw a shadow flash before him. He flickered and grabbed it, shattering a fragnt of ti, and a piece of turtle scale shard fell into his hand.
Not a real scale, but a fragnt of the puppet ink turtle’s scale, the shard bearing writing.
"Going to die..."
White Spirit’s writing, the strokes were weak, using all her strength to write it.
Su He’s scalp suddenly tightened, his hair standing on end. A murderous aura erupted from him, even dispersing parts of the ti turbulence around him.
Su He’s eyes flashed with killing intent, searching all around, and he saw another piece of broken scale floating over.
"Going to die, going to die... really going to die, little man, if you don’t co to save now, you’ll be missing a wife..."
Su He...
This girl, even at such a ti, could still be so cheeky? He gripped the scale tightly, followed a faint sense, and traversed countless turbulence, pursuing forward, and saw another piece of scale.
"This ti really going to die!" The words were extrely sorrowful, but on the back of this scale, there was another line: Oh? Found sothing interesting, wait a mont before dying—" This line suddenly beca cheerful, the writing no longer bore the near-death aura, but was full of vitality!
Su He: "..."
Su He retracted his killing aura and carefully sensed the aura in the ti turbulence again. He hadn’t found White Spirit, but the scales he collected were increasingly nurous.
Amidst the turbulence, there was no sense of ti, perhaps outside three to five years had passed, or maybe just one or two months.
The inner world’s cycle of reincarnation had unconsciously condensed into reality. Su He’s hand already held more than twenty scale fragnts, but all were fragnts. It seed that girl shattered the scale and scattered it around, ensuring Su He would eventually find them with sufficient numbers.
At Su He’s level, this is no longer a matter of probability, but a certainty.
As long as Su He encounters a ti turbulence, he will surely discover the scales! White Spirit wants him to trace back to where she is using the scales?
Su He was silent for a mont— that girl overestimated him! While he has a body full of power, he dares to fight the Dragon Fish now, but doing this kind of tracking is a challenge for him, isn’t it?
Su He stands quietly, carefully feeling the scales, which bring a trace of positioning ability, but... to Su He, it’s almost useless!
It rely improved from a score of twenty to twenty-five, still far from passing.
Su He’s Divine Sense unsympathetically swept across the scales.
No use! Absolutely useless!
Yet, judging from the reactions of White Spirit and Tai Zu, it seems that Su He should not have any trouble finding her in the ti turbulence.
Could it be that one needs to truly master ti?
That seems a bit unrealistic! They shouldn’t be overestimating Su He like this. Su He is still far from truly mastering ti— not even an Opening Heaven Seven-fold might be able to achieve it!
Su He remained silent, having collected four Turtle Shells, yet his gaze turned a bit solemn.
Besides White Spirit’s aura, there was also the scent of Dragon Fish on the Turtle Shells. It wasn’t sothing White Spirit actively spread; it was shattered by the Dragon Fish.
The battle has never stopped!
"Turtle Kid, how about— we go back and call for backup?" the Toad suggested within the Intention Orifice.
Su He shook his head: "If Senior Brother could co, he would have co with us. Right now, Tai Zu might find it hard to leave Di Mountain."
Those Dragon Turtles are in urgent need of treatnt.
"Then what should we do?" the Toad asked.
That fellow White Spirit, crying out about dying must be extrely safe, with nothing happening.
But the other scales he found recorded two or three serious matters— detailing the Dragon Fish’s characteristics, guessing its weaknesses, speculating on its Divine Skills, strong points.
This is a very bad status! It’s like she’s arranging her affairs. A White Spirit without her playful nature makes one truly worried.
That girl’s situation might not be good!
Su He exhaled deeply: "My groundwork isn’t enough, and I can’t find White Spirit based on the clues she left— since I can’t find her, I won’t look for her! Let her co to find us!"
"Hmm?" the Toad was puzzled.
Su He laughed: "I can’t sense her location, but if I make a big move, she should be able to sense where I am, right?"
Su He laughed heartily, taking a step forward, and suddenly, the Opening Heaven Qi rose from his body.
The Toad was imdiately startled: "You, want to open the heavens? The River of Samsara just solidified and hasn’t reached its limit yet!
Is it not a loss to open heaven at this mont?
Yet Su He chuckled: "Green Flower, don’t you think this world is too unfair?"
Toad: "Hmm?"
Su He smiled, the River of Samsara fully gathered, opened the inner world cycle. Would there erge Spirit Wisdom spirits by now?
By that ti, so might reincarnate into the Mortal World or live like mayflies, live shortly in haste, while others strive beastly to survive. So reincarnate into the Netherworld never seeing daylight, others are born in the Heavenly World. The immortals live forever, coexisting with the heavens and the earth.
They are equally inner world living creatures, equally Su He’s people. Why is there such a vast difference— this is not the Palace of Yama managing Samsara, reincarnating by rit.
At this mont, the inner world treats each True Spirit randomly. So beco insects at random; so might randomly beco Immortals.
A lifeti of hard work cannot match a favorable birth.
"Green Flower, have you seen the advice from my mother-in-law?" Su He asked.
The Toad shook its head, being a frog, it doesn’t like reading.
Su He laughed: "Mother-in-law said, the moon waxes and wanes, and water spills over when full. Opening an inner world is much the sa, there is no truly perfect inner world— perfection is always montary, like Instant Brilliance! It is the flawed that endure. As long as it doesn’t weaken my combat power, it is a good world!"
A flawed cycle of reincarnation is the true Samsara. Opening heaven now, preventing any True Spirit’s luck from being defiant, ascending to the heavens to beco an Immortal in one step.
All living creatures should be treated equally in face of the Immortal Path, starting from zero and cultivating step by step upward.
How can one rely on bloodline?
Perhaps mother-in-law also kept a wise precaution? Living creatures— so helpless! Born too high, their pursuits are also heightened. Born as an inner world Immortal, what should they pursue?
The Toad blinked, looking at Su He with incredulity. A fellow purely ascended by bloodline, denying others from ascending in one step through bloodline?
Too shaless, isn’t it?
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