Baziba had never t Xu Qing.
When their gazes collided across the void in an instant, the heart of this Tibetan Secret leader clenched tightly, as if gripped by an invisible hand—that feeling was indescribable, like the karmic thread of past and present suddenly tauten, and the bell of a destined confrontation resound unfalteringly, everything becoming clear.
Since ng Chixing suffered a setback in the spiritual duel with Xu Qing and retreated to Qingzang for hard cultivation, Baziba knew this fated battle was bound to co sooner or later.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the world is vast and boundless, mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, city-states, spending a lifeti hard to traverse; but for those standing atop the pinnacle of life levels, this heaven and earth are woven into a narrow spider web by invisible threads.
The true essence of life has never been about length—even Peng Zu, whose lifespan rivals the southern mountains, compared to eternity, is but a drop in the ocean, fleeting in the blink of an eye. To Baziba, those monts of dazzling brilliance in life are a thousand tis more precious than long years of diocrity. And only by colliding with strong ones of the sa level can life burst into its most radiant light.
As the leader of Tibetan Secret, Baziba shoulders not only his own cultivation but also the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the entire Tibetan Secret sect and the faith of countless Buddha's sons and monks.
As an individual, he can calmly accept failure, regarding it as tempering on the path of cultivation; but as the symbol of Tibetan Secret, he cannot afford to lose, nor can he lose.
Back in the days, he stood before Kublai Khan, using exquisite Buddhist Law to defeat Quanzhen Sect, winning supre glory for Tibetan Secret—that battle was not only for personal cultivation realm but also for the future of the sect.
Now, Xu Qing as the hope for Quanzhen Sect's revival has co seeking him, Baziba cannot avoid it. This is the cycle of karma, the arrangent of fate.
Looking at the calm-looking Taoist before him, Baziba felt a tinge of envy: envying ng Chixing's carefreeness, able to face defeat openly, turning setbacks into nutrients for cultivation, striving towards the ultimate Great Dao with undistracted focus.
Reflecting on himself, however, he's burdened by the rise and fall of the sect, the worldly honor and disgrace, unable to truly pick up and let go.
These thoughts flashed like lightning through Baziba's mind, and imdiately, his aura drastically changed.
Seeing his pupils suddenly contract into needlepoints, golden Buddhist light spewed from his head; strangely, strands of ink-colored lines seeped into the Buddha light, seeming like Brahma script or spell, perating a mysterious and dangerous aura. In the instant their gazes t, these ink-colored lines transford into countless rays as thin as cow hair, wrapped in strong Divine Sense power, piercing into Xu Qing's brow like arrows.
This was by no ans an ordinary martial arts attack, but the Tibetan Secret supre Spiritual Technique "Heaven and Earth Transformation"—this cultivation technique uses Divine Sense as a blade, directly dissecting the opponent's heart and soul, constructing an unbreakable cage of karma in the Spiritual World, once trapped, one is plunged into eternal samsara, hard to escape.
Xu Qing felt as if ten thousand-jun hamr exploded in his mind, the scenes before his eyes fragnting and reassembling like a kaleidoscope.
When his consciousness gradually cleared, he was startled to find himself in a realm of Hongng Chaos: looking down, his limbs and bones had disappeared, only a wisp of consciousness attached to a tender green sapling. Dew drops still clung to the leaf, the roots buried deep in moist soil, surrounded by boundless void, only above, the Chaos Qi surged like tides.
"Is this...one of my lives?" Xu Qing's consciousness felt a mont of surprise, but soon cald down.
As a cultivator, he has long realized the cycle of cause and effect, just never expected that one of his past lives would be a plant. The sapling quietly grows in the chaos; here, ti loses its aning: countless millennia pass, the leaves turn from tender green to deep blue, the branches gradually grow sturdy, the roots spread like dragons until reaching the ends of heaven and earth.
He could distinctly feel the Hongng Purple Qi within the chaos, each wisp like exquisite nectar, nourishing his Spiritual Sense, making his consciousness stronger through the sedintation of ti.
Unknowingly, the sky suddenly splits open a huge gap, like the fissure at the initial Heaven and Earth Opening: three giant golden birds emitting lava-like brilliance flutter over, their claws clutch stars, tails sweeping clouds, precisely the Three-legged Golden Crow from ancient mythology, bearing the sun across the sky. The leading golden crow cries a long call, its sound echoing throughout the Chaos Space, landing directly on Xu Qing turned ancient tree's branches, starting to weave a nest with fragnts of stars and clouds. When the crow's beak let fall the first drop of Heavenly River Water onto the branch, Xu Qing felt a burn transcending pain—that wasn't the scorching of mundane fire, but the Heavenly Dao Laws tempering his Spiritual Sense, the Hongng Purple Qi reshaping his essence.
"Three-legged Golden Crow...Fusang Wood..." ancient mories flickered across Xu Qing's Spiritual Sense.
In legendary tales, the Fusang Tree at the East Sea is the divine tree connecting heaven, earth, and human in the Three Realms, ten golden crows flying from here each day, carrying the sun across the sky. At this mont, every piece of material used by the golden crow to build the nest bore the primordial laws from Heaven and Earth Opening, each wing flap marking the scale of ti and space in the void.
When the nest was completed, the Chaos Qi bubbled like porridge, transforming into a sky full of stars, the enormous red sun rising at the center was the first ray of Yang Essence from Hongng's original judgnt.
In the instant the three crows bore the sun, the Fusang Wood suddenly erupted with ten thousand golden lights. Golden flas burned from branch to root, yet didn't destroy this ancient divine tree, rather like a Phoenix's Nirvana allowing its Spiritual Sense to constantly transcend.
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