Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies Chapter 53: The sun rises and the world becomes bright

This ti, when Jiang Wang saw Zhang Yong, the other party could be said to have undergone a drastic change.

It is normal to have such changes after a sudden incident.

But... there is always a feeling that sothing is not right.

Just like when he saw him outside the Tianfu Secret Realm, although he appeared introverted and timid, which was in line with the identity of a descendant of the declining Wang Clan.

But he always felt uncomfortable for so reason.

This "discomfort" does not an that Jiang Wang has any opinions or negative impressions of him.

On the contrary, he had a good impression of Zhang Yong at that ti.

It's just that he subconsciously felt that sothing was not quite right, not natural enough.

It's like there was sothing off about his state at that ti. And now, this Zhang Yong, who looks haggard and lifeless, guarded and in pain, gives Jiang Wang a strange feeling that this is the real him.

There is no logical reason, just a direct feeling.

Anyway, since he judged that there is temporarily no possibility of recruiting Zhang Yong, Jiang Wang decided not to stay here and waste any more ti.

The Yang Kingdom is located in the northwest of the Qi Kingdom. The driver is skilled, and the horses pulling the carriage are swift.

With the reputation of the Zhongxuan Family, the carriage traveled smoothly without any obstacles.

Jiang Wang sat in the carriage, closed his eyes, and cultivated.

...

In the city of Fenglin.

Almost all vitality has been extinguished, except for a faint spark of life burning on a withered body.

It's unknown how much ti has passed.

It seems that ti has lost its aning in the city of Fenglin, and the only thing that can prove the passage of ti is the almost endless graves behind this person.

He buried everyone alone.

He rembered that this should be the territory of the Wang Clan.

Huh, which place in the city of Fenglin does he not know?

How many years has he lived here?

mory is truly a tornting thing.

Linghe trudged through the ruins.

The erosion of the gloomy aura should have taken his life long ago, but for so reason, he still held on.

That breath is not the breath of breathing, but the aura floating in the Tongtian Palace, a distinct mixture of dark yellow and profound yellow.

Linghe didn't know that it was the rit aura brought by the "Supre Salvation Sutra" he used to save the deceased.

The color of the heavens and the earth, both profound and yellow.

He only knew that he was still alive.

Since he was still alive, he had to do sothing, and finish it.

He was a persistent and determined person.

It was precisely because of this persistence and determination that his cultivation never fell too far behind.

Linghe couldn't count how many corpses he had buried and how many graves he had built.

He just kept moving forward, seeing the corpses, burying them for peace, and chanting scriptures to save them.

Like this, over and over again.

He walked to the most remote corner of the Wang Clan, where the most neglected mbers of the clan lived.

But Linghe didn't care about these things. He never cared about wealth, poverty, nobility, beauty, or ugliness. He was the "kind-hearted person" in Zhao Rucheng's mouth.

Strangely, it seed that there were the most dead people here.

They did not die from natural disasters, but from so powerful force. They were killed almost instantly without any resistance.

Linghe licked his dry lips.

He started digging a pit.

Burying along the way, building graves.

There was a small courtyard in front of him. Unexpectedly, most of the houses in the city of Fenglin had collapsed in such a large-scale disaster.

Only this small courtyard remained intact.

But it was still desolate.

Linghe pushed open the door and walked in. The first thing he saw was the decaying corpse of an orange cat.

The stench of the corpse was nothing to him. He had already gotten used to it these days.

What made him uncomfortable was the state of the orange cat's death—it seed to have been dismbered by soone.

This cruelty made him frowned.

He thought for a mont, dug a small pit, buried the cat, and chanted scriptures for it.

Linghe continued to walk forward and entered the bedroom, where he found the body of Wang Changxiang lying on his back. Due to his successful cultivation, the body had not yet decayed.

The expression on Wang Changxiang's face was sothing he had not seen on anyone's face during his journey.

That expression seed to be not too painful, but rather... relieved?

Linghe didn't think too much about it. He picked up Wang Changxiang's body, carried it out of the room, and then dug a pit in the yard to bury him next to the orange cat.

After finishing all this, he turned around and looked around. Under the recliner in the yard, he found a book that had fallen to the ground.

It seed to have been dropped halfway through by soone, but it fell hastily.

The owner of the book probably didn't have ti to pick it up.

Linghe walked up and picked up the book, looking at the cover.

The book cover seed to be made by the owner of the book himself, very ticulous and neat. On the cover, it was written in a dignified and calm font—"The Sutra of Salvation".

Linghe couldn't help but sit down on the recliner and started reading the book.

He was too tired, but the physical exhaustion was not unbearable.

What was truly unbearable was the pain in his heart.

Every corpse he buried with his own hands seed to be telling him that those experiences were not nightmares.

They were real and irreversible.

Perhaps there was a way in the scriptures to solve the spiritual emptiness.

Although the Sutra of Salvation itself does not contain any magical techniques, as a scripture and a Taoist classic, it is the core scripture of the Penglai Island lineage.

Its full na should be "The Supre Dongxuan Lingbao Incomparable Sutra of Salvation".

This sutra is known as the leader of all scriptures, the origin of all laws, and the source of all things and all laws.

Reciting this sutra is said to be able to eliminate natural disasters, protect emperors, and dispel poisons, to save the people, and to protect both n and won, granting them eternal life.This is a scripture of preaching, not a fundantal cultivation scripture, so it's not top secret.

Its original version certainly possesses boundless divine powers, but the copy has no such miracles.

The real value lies in the mysteries of heaven and earth expounded in the scripture. Those with wisdom may be able to glean sothing from it.

Since ancient tis, there have been Taoist priests, Great Scholars, and Zen masters who have devoted their lives to studying scriptures without practicing divine powers.

And these learned individuals, who have exhausted the secrets of the classics, often gain great wisdom and divine powers in a sudden enlightennt. They ascend to the pinnacle of the Transcendent in one step, and their stories are passed down as beautiful tales. The most update n0vels are published on NoveIＦire

It is said that those who can fully comprehend the "Du Ren Jing" are known as "Noble beings of the Immortal Dao, with boundless salvation, opening the eight gates, flying to the heavens. They understand the prohibitions of sin and fortune, the cause and effect of fate. They universally accept enlightennt, reincarnating from death to life. They are reborn and heard in all heavens."

Of course, this is just a rumor, and no one has really witnessed it.

However, the fundantal cultivation scripture of the Penglai Island lineage, the "Gao Sheng Tai Shang Yu Chen Jing", truly possesses boundless divine powers.

It ranks alongside the "Zi Xu Gao Miao Tai Shang Jing" of the Jade Capital Mountain lineage, the "Hun Yuan Jiang Sheng Jing" of the Da Luo Mountain, and the "Kai Huang Mo Jie Jing", as one of the strongest cultivation thods in the world.

The special thing about the scripture that Linghe obtained is the annotations of the original owner.

In his view, the owner should be an old Taoist priest who has exhausted his studies, and for so reason, he lived leisurely in the Wang family's land. This person has a very profound understanding of the Taoist scriptures. His writing is plain and distant, capturing the charm of the Taoist door.

There are so concepts that Linghe does not agree with, but he has to admit that the other party has a point.

However, the further he reads, the more he can feel a faint sense of oppression.

"Perhaps, after reading the scriptures to a certain extent, he had already foreseen today's tragedy?"

The thought lightly passed through Linghe's mind.

He picked up a dead leaf as a bookmark, took this Taoist scripture with him, and left the courtyard.

It was ti to continue the work of saving the deceased.

He decided to read two pages of the scripture every day, expound his understanding, and compare it with the annotations.

This would be one of the rare interesting things in the difficult days ahead.

If he could still survive, that is.

Joyful Text.