sbdcsierra Chapter 543 Wet, Rainy
Chapter 543 Wet, Rainy
Li Changxiao walked on a long road without any purpose, recalling his feelings and insights in his heart. The barrier of refining emptiness seemed to be right in front of him.
The dark and solemn bricks and tiles are piled high, fitting together perfectly, reaching up to the sky.
He knew hundreds of methods of refining the void, some of which were even as good as breakthrough methods like the "Ten Divine Essences", but for this step, he had to rely on himself, so he moved very slowly.
When Yuanying entered the spirit transformation stage, it was like thousands of troops breaking through the city gate. Now, when the spirit transformation stage entered the refining void stage, it was like a single person crossing a high wall and crossing a natural chasm.
It seems that as the spiritual energy is exhausted, the gap between realms becomes smaller, but the barriers between realms become thicker. The road to defying the heaven is full of ups and downs, thorns and thorns, and each step is more difficult than the next. From the Nascent Soul to the God of Transformation, the Ten Divine Essences showed their power and broke through the "city gate" in one fell swoop. Now, he has reached the natural moat called "Lianxu". However, looking around, the natural moat is turbulent, boundless and endless, just like the road under his feet, which is white and has no end in sight, and he doesn't know where to go.
In the blink of an eye, a high black wall appeared on the chasm. There was no end in sight above or below, and no boundaries on the left or right. It seemed like the end of everything.
How difficult it is to climb over high walls and cross natural ravines.
When I got here, I was even more impressed by the first person to arrive here.
There is no precedent here, so I'm afraid some people will think that this is the end of the road?
Li Changxiao could only walk slowly. He knew everything was ready, but he didn't know how to take that step. He had gained enough insights. Although it seemed that it had only been a few decades since he last came out of retreat, it was a few decades after his spiritual energy was exhausted. The Fire Land, Dayu, and the Dream God had all contributed to his path. In terms of insights... he had already reached that point.
But it seems that it hasn't arrived yet.
Li Changxiao stopped and looked at the dark high wall and the tiny white clothes. They were so vivid and so hopeless. However, he still had to leave.
The Tao is under your feet, and only under your feet.
Five hundred and twelve years of seeking change.
Li Changxiao was walking in the bleak autumn land, feeling bored. He heard that there was a kind of fish in a lake that was extremely difficult to catch, so he made a fishing rod and sat on the shore of the lake.
He fished from autumn to summer but still caught nothing. Finally he left cursing. After taking only two or three steps, he saw a thirteen-year-old boy take a line with a hook, throw it into the water, wait for an incense stick of time, and then pull it hard.
The fish took the bait, and the child laughed happily. Li Changxiao gritted his teeth, sat back in his original position, fixed the fishing rod that had just been broken, and planned to try again.
It was another year from summer to spring. The three-year-old boy had grown into four years old and had grown a lot taller. He no longer fished but went into the water to catch fish.
I caught a few and brought them back for dinner for my parents. When I passed by the strange angler who was unshakable, I secretly threw one of the caught fish into the other person's wooden barrel filled with water.
There was a pop.
The bucket that had been dry for so long finally had a living creature. It was only two feet in size, but it became more lively, with fish splashing and water splashing everywhere. Li Changxiao looked at the child's back as he left, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Was he being given alms?
well...
Let's grill fish tonight.
After seeking change for 514 years, Li Changxiao finally admitted that he could not catch the fish. He also had something that he could not get, so he simply stopped forcing it and left with his rod.
Not long after, the child came to the lake again and saw the fisherman sitting there alone. He didn't know when he had left. He felt a little melancholy, but it was soon overcome by the joy of catching the fish.
"Xiao Jiang'er, your father's legs are healed!"
The child was tumbling in the water when half of the boys from the same village came running over happily.
original…
The fisherman was named Xiao Jiang'er. He had a disabled old father at home. At such a young age, he went fishing just to get some food.
"Really? My dad is fine?" The child climbed ashore and looked at the person who came excitedly.
"Really, really! Your mother is crying with joy!"
"How did you get better? I remember I didn't have money to hire a doctor."
"It seemed like... with a gulp, it was suddenly healed. Oh, who cares? It's healed if it's healed."
……
Five hundred and sixteen years of seeking change.
Even though Li Chang smiled and paid attention to the subtle details, wandering in the dust, he gradually felt that the general situation in the world had changed. This year, at the turn of summer and autumn, there was suddenly a lot of thunder in the sky, and major earthquakes of varying degrees occurred in various places.
The river water was boiling, the sky was collapsing, and the ground was turning over. It lasted for an unknown period of time, and the people lived in panic. Li Changxiao woke up from his sleep, looked up at the sky, and frowned.
A great war was breaking out at a higher place that he couldn't see. The last time such a war broke out was before the great reform, when he and Zhao Qing met...
It is a fragment of the Heavenly Dao that dropped.
The top powers in the world fought to seize the throne. It was said that the battle between the top powers was mysterious and unfathomable. Being an outsider, one could not understand or see clearly. Sometimes a word, a raised hand, a frown, was the scene of a great battle and the danger.
It is difficult to predict when it will start and when it will end.
The sky is dim and the earth is heavy.
This situation lasted for half a month before it gradually returned to normal. Li Changxiao was sitting in the well and watching the sky. Although the terrifying power was gradually disappearing, the war might not have stopped.
……
Five hundred and nineteen years of seeking change.
Another Ten Thousand Immortals Summit is approaching, and this year's conference is very special. Many powerful people who have never appeared in public seem to have been inspired and are going to attend the meeting.
The meeting was lively, with major issues discussed, and those at the forefront of reform were also eligible to attend. Li Changxiao decided not to go, because he kept walking and stopping, and he didn't know where he was going, and he would not be able to catch up if he went again.
Five hundred and twenty years of seeking change.
Li Changxiao met an old man who was over 200 years old and died of old age. His death... seemed to reveal a corner of the cruel and helpless truth.
Since then, many people who tried to prolong their lives through reforms have died at the age of 50.
In the autumn of that year, Li Changxiao moved into a manor. The old man in the manor was a Yuanying cultivator. After learning that Li Changxiao was a cultivator, he got up from his sickbed, took his hand, and told him about cultivation, expressing his endless reminiscence.
Among his brothers, he was considered to be the longest-lived, but he still could not escape the disaster of short life. He was still unable to get over it and could not accept it. As talented as he was, he eventually died on his sickbed.
Li Changxiao passed away the next day, and three days after his death, the old man also breathed his last.
It started to rain heavily.
A lady from a rich family went out for a walk. When she saw the sudden rain, she cursed and put up her oil-paper umbrella and rolled up her skirt. A young man raised his hand and covered his hair with his wide sleeves. A scholar who was going to take an exam took down his bamboo box and held it in his arms. A merchant closed the curtain of his carriage and asked the coachman to find a place to park the carriage...
They were of all shapes and sizes, but all got wet.
Li Changxiao stopped, paused, and lowered his head.
Another inconspicuous ant was drowned in the puddle under his feet.
(My wrist hurts a bit, and I don’t have much saved, so I may have to write less in the next few daysヾ(??ヮ??)?”)