Reflecting on the terrifying power of Yin Tianxia, Mr. Wen also felt a twinge in his teeth, as if he had recalled so unpleasant mories.
"However, the person you’ve found truly has so thods, managing to hide his fate without a trace. It seems he is also soone from my Dao."
Mr. Wen recalculated whom Yun Wuyue had recently t, but the result was still a blank.
All information regarding Qingyu was thoroughly obscured, completely invisible; even Feng Jiu, who was related to Qingyu, could not be calculated.
"Since the items have been delivered, I shall take my leave," Yun Wuyue did not wish to stay any longer and prepared to leave directly.
"Uh-huh," Mr. Wen gently nodded. "Tell your Master that on the sixth day of the sixth month, I will perform the ritual."
"I understand."
Yun Wuyue’s figure gradually vanished, leaving Mr. Wen alone, standing in the courtyard.
Gently flipping through the pages recorded with "Sky-Cleansing and Mysterious Technique," Mr. Wen’s eyes were filled with both emotion and reminiscence, as if, through these pages, he could trace back to the distant years.
"Master, we are finally about to begin our confrontation..."
Countless images swirled in his mind like a carousel, the years of his early life flickering before Mr. Wen’s eyes. Then, the reminiscence ceased in darkness.
"Everything is ready, and the east wind has arrived. Let see, Master, just what kind of ga you have been playing all these years!"
Mr. Wen swept his sleeve and entered the house.
Past events were now unreachable. From several decades ago, the master and disciple had already beco irreconcilable, and now, Mr. Wen would appear as an enemy to his own Master.
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Holy yet vague, demonic yet dense, two completely different energies rged into one, surprising in their harmony. There lacked the secular transcendence of Daoist energy and the utter vilification of demonic qi. The fusion of the two energies created an extrely sacred qi chanism, echoing within Qingyu’s mind and spirit.
Suddenly, Qingyu entered his own Sea of Consciousness. On that calm and boundless sea, Qingyu sensed a sacred energy flowing in the sky.
"This energy..."
It was profoundly revered and intensely desired by Qingyu, causing him to look upward.
Then, he saw...
It looked like black wings unfolding in the sky.
"Whew—"
His mind suddenly cleared, and Qingyu awoke from his Sea of Consciousness.
In his hand, the Demon Control Token gradually retracted its brilliance, but Qingyu had not forgotten the scene he had just witnessed.
"It is indeed terrifying..." Qingyu looked at the black token in his hand and sighed silently.
If it really ca down to it, Qingyu was not afraid of the qi chanism within the token unleashing its power, especially since he had previously defeated Bai Jiangshan, who was assisted by this qi chanism.
However, if one were to delve into the origins of this Qi chanism, it would be sowhat dangerous. For to do so, Qing Yu would first have to open his mind and imrse himself within this strand of Qi chanism to comprehend its mysteries.
This thread of Qi chanism was incredibly weak, so weak that Qing Yu could only fully open his mind to catch a glimpse of the origin’s tail hidden within the weak Qi chanism.
Thus, if any crisis were to arise, Qing Yu would naturally bear the full brunt of it, much like the wings that had unfolded over his Sea of Consciousness just monts ago.
"I always feel like I’m courting death, just like the Grandmaster who studied ’Death Country Annals,’" Qing Yu remarked.
The Grandmaster was the one who had studied the autobiography of the Death God, ’Death Country Annals,’ and then underwent a drastic personality change, going mad. He began to see himself as the Death God, transforming from a towering figure of righteousness into a villainous boss.
The tamorphosed Grandmaster, now better described as an avatar of the Death God, had been completely assimilated by the Death God.
"If I were to beco engrossed in this Qi chanism’s mysteries, perhaps I could end up like the Grandmaster," he mused.
Although this strand of Qi chanism and the ’Death Country Annals’—personally penned by the Death God—were worlds apart, Qing Yu was no grand figure like the Grandmaster. If one were to compare their relative strength levels, the Grandmaster’s original strength lingered at the very peak of the Divinity Realm.
Even such a formidable figure had been assimilated as part of the Death God. Qing Yu’s studies of Emperor Qi Tian, who was on par with the Death God, held profound dangers indeed.
However, despite saying this, Qing Yu still firmly clutched the Demon Control Token in his hand and did not give up.
The energy of Saint and Demon, contradictory yet mutually transformative, wasn’t this quite similar to Qing Yu’s harmonization of Yin and Yang? If he could grasp even a bit of the mysteries related to Emperor Qi Tian lingering in this Qi chanism, even if just a little, it could make Qing Yu’s future path much smoother.
"There is a saying, ’To hear the Dao in the morning is to die content in the evening.’ Qing Yu is greedier; he chooses both. Although such greediness is likely to lead to death by the sa trait, Qing Yu’s pursuit does not allow him to halt before this difficulty."
Qing Yu again imrsed his mind, embracing the thread of Qi chanism to fathom its mysteries.
Outside, as Qing Yu’s comprehension deepened, the Yin and Yang Qi around the Heavenly Giant Statue oscillated and subtly rged.
Should these two Qis completely rge, Qing Yu’s training in the Earth Dominating Technique would essentially be complete, clearing all obstacles to the Peak of the True Pill Realm.
"Your Majesty, the Yin and Yang Qi separates and rges intermittently. It seems Daoist Qingyu is also nearing a bottleneck, but it’s unknown whether he will break through imdiately or delay it."
In front of Taihe Palace, after Cold Eunuch had closely observed the changes in the atmosphere around the statue, he reported to Feng Jiwu.
As a seasoned Divinity Realm warrior well-versed in Martial Arts, even if this Yin and Yang Qi didn’t align with his style, Cold Eunuch could easily discern the subtleties.
His Majesty had suddenly asked him to observe the anomalies around this statue, but to Cold Eunuch, it seed like just a routine change in Qi chanism, completely normal.
"Is that really all it is? Just encountering a bottleneck..." Feng Jiwu’s expression was inscrutable as he gazed at the Heavenly Giant Statue, muttering to himself.
As Qing Yu’s Tribulation Slave, Feng Jiwu had a deep connection with his fluctuations. The recent upheaval in ntal state was indeed stunning, but there was also a highly stimulating emotion entwined within it.
Feeling it once again, Feng Jiwu could still sense the excitent in Qing Yu’s heart and the unknown changes within the Qi chanism. It indeed seed to be developing in a favorable direction.
"Your Majesty, please don’t worry. Daoist Qingyu is a remarkable person and should co out unscathed," Cold Eunuch assured His Majesty, a Divinity Realm warrior having to overpraise a True Pill Realm martial artist against his better judgnt.
However, considering Daoist Qingyu’s previous extraordinary actions and the construction of the miraculous Heavenly Giant Statue, he indeed qualified as a remarkable person.
No wonder His Majesty, with the empress close to giving birth, was not worried about her but rather anxious about the changes in Daoist Qingyu.
Cold Eunuch’s inner thoughts were unknown to Feng Jiwu. However, he did recall that his empress’s expected due date was approaching.
PS: Due to so urgent matters that ca up at eight o’clock, I had to stop writing halfway and go out to deal with them. There are still so matters that I need to wrap up. Hence, there will only be two releases today, and four tomorrow.
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