Tianwei Chapter 363: Departure (4)
I was shocked by what the Taoist said.
How do you fight for it?
The old Taoist looked at me with a firm face: Only I can do it, and only I can do it.
You want to... I suddenly thought of the method he mentioned before, and my mind suddenly buzzed: No! You can't...
You don't need to meddle in my affairs. The old Taoist said coldly, then looked at the two Jiuqiu disciples: When will it start?
Anytime.
I don't agree! I said loudly.
The Taoist priest turned around and looked at me. He had no expression on his face, just staring at me. As he stared at me, I slowly lowered my head. I knew I couldn't stop him, and there was no reason to stop him.
What's wrong with you two ? What are you going to do? Fanran glanced back and forth between me and Laodao, asking in confusion.
I lowered my head, my voice a little dull: He wants to transform himself into the Five Classics and hold up the whole world.
This, how is this possible... He suddenly opened his mouth.
If it was before, maybe the old Taoist really couldn't do it. But now, he has the foundation of immortals, which is essentially no different from the five elements of energy that exist in the void. In this regard, we can say that the Black Mountain Old Demon is the same as the immortals. It's just that the Black Mountain Old Demon first had an energy constitution, and then the will was born. After the immortals have the will, they transform their bodies into energy.
All the roads in the world eventually lead to the same path, because this path was set by heaven.
It is precisely because of this that the old Taoist has the possibility of absorbing energy and transforming it infinitely. With the support of this countless energy, it is not a fantasy for him to spread the Five Classics World to the entire reality.
But as the saying goes, when the will is dispersed throughout the world, only instinct remains. At that time, the old Taoist is equivalent to being dead.
If you must do this, eat the fairy fruit, maybe...
It's no use. The old Taoist looked at me and shook his head slowly: Have you forgotten where my life came from? Have you forgotten that there was a place for me in the reincarnation of the underworld? If I can't become an immortal, even the immortal fruit can't save me.
The old Taoist's words made people despair. If even the immortal fruit could not prolong his life, then what other treasures in the world could do it?
Become an immortal?
Becoming an immortal would only make him die faster.
You guys go and prepare, give me a week, and we’ll start in a week, said the old Taoist priest.
The two disciples of Jiuqiu responded at the same time, then bowed to the old Taoist, turned around and left down the mountain.
Remember... Lao Dao's voice rang in my ears: We live not for ourselves, but to live up to ourselves. I want you to live.
At that moment, my heart began to tremble, and even my body began to tremble.
A week is not long, it can be said to be very short.
During this week, the old Taoist did not walk around. He sat cross-legged on the platform at the top of the mountain, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.
This was to elevate his spirit to the peak state, to better fit in with the world, and to infer the entire process of the Dao. He couldn't make any mistakes, because the result of a small mistake would be death and the end of the world's last hope.
And during this week, a lot happened.
The overlap of heaven and earth became faster this week. It seemed to sense something was wrong, so it sped up desperately. The sky, which was originally several thousand meters away from us, had dropped to less than two thousand meters on the fourth day.
There are no more thousand-meter peaks on the earth, so all the mountains above this number have collapsed.
Every day, dust is spreading, and every day, people are in panic.
Many practitioners died because they could not bear the huge pressure, and many ordinary people committed suicide because they could not bear the oppression of the world's destruction. The final chaos was revealed at this moment. However, the lives taken away in the chaos were not others', but their own lives.
I have used Taoism to check Yuanling County. The leaders of the three Miao tribes are now gathered there with their disciples. No one is panicking. The young people just stare at the sky with confused and frightened eyes.
The old men also had confusion in their eyes, and their faces were filled with heavy emotions. They looked at the young men with reluctance and regret, because they were the kindling of life and the source of water for passing on the magic of the great god Poyou.
In the courtyard, the old man from Yuanling sat on a small stool, holding a large bowl in his hand, and Yang Zongxu stood quietly beside him holding a wine jar. The old man drank the wine quietly, and when he finished, he held out the bowl for Yang Zongxu to fill.
He drank for a long time until he looked like a burnt shrimp.
Master, do you think we have reached the end? He turned his head and looked at the old man on the recliner.
The old man still lay there, he did not reply. Yang Zongxu beside him suddenly burst into tears, he hugged the wine jar, crying like a child.
The old man from Yuanling did not scold him, but just moved the stool closer to the recliner. Then he held the wine bowl, drunk, and asked cheerfully: Master, you always say that the great god Poyou blesses us, but you also saw that the great god Poyou is gone, and he can no longer bless us. But... heh...
The old man started laughing, and as he laughed, he started to cry.
I cried heart-wrenchingly and hysterically.
But…but why did you go with him! Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you even say a word to me! He cried and suddenly threw the wine bowl on the ground, stood up and cursed: I am your f*cking disciple! You brought me up to this day! I! I, I…
I miss you, Master... He knelt down beside the recliner and buried his face in his hands. Tears flowed down his palms and dripped onto the ground.
Only then did he truly look like a man in his seventies.
The crying sound lingered in the yard.
The sad atmosphere made me want to cry even though I was far away.
I was a little shocked. The old man on the recliner passed away?
This, this... is too sudden.
There is an old saying that goes, there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
When watching their faith collapse and dissipate, how many people can still live tenaciously? He is a centenarian, not a young man.
When the great god Poyou ascended to heaven, when his lifetime of faith was shattered at that moment, he did not struggle, nor was he angry.
I still remember that he just waved his hands to his disciples and sighed: Go back.
Master... Old Man Yuanling’s crying voice spread from the yard to outside.
Led by the elders, all the people of Sanmiao and Geman stood up and knelt down facing the yard. They knocked their heads deeply on the ground, their whole bodies trembling uncontrollably, they were all filled with the same sorrow.
I have never understood why these strange people in Xiangxi value that old man so much.
Some things can only be understood if you know the truth.
I took back the Dao Fa and did not go to pay my respects. Because I believed that the old man Yuanling would not want me to do so. His strength was like that of a child. The one who spoiled this child was the old man on the recliner.
So, I shouldn't bother him.
On the fifth day, the sky dropped even lower, less than 1,500 meters. This distance was extremely uncomfortable even for me. The Five Elements Mountain was shaking constantly, as if it could no longer withstand the pressure.
The oppression between heaven and earth reached its maximum level at this moment.
If it goes any lower, no one can bear it. When the distance between heaven and earth is less than a certain point, everything in the world will explode. At that time, energy will be extremely compressed. When even energy cannot withstand the pressure and explodes, chaos will come.
This is a theory similar to the Big Bang origin of the universe in science, and perhaps it is true.
I know we can't wait any longer.
The old Taoist still needs time to adjust his condition . Without reaching his peak, there is a high possibility that his transformation into the world will fail.
We still need time...
Time...is the most precious thing.
On the platform at the top of the mountain, a cloud of smoke suddenly emerged out of nowhere, and then Grandpa Shi’s figure appeared in the smoke.
Grandpa Shi! Why are you here? I hurried to greet him.
Come to see you. He looked at me with a smile and asked: How are you? Are you okay?
Well... I was about to answer, but when I looked up at the sky, I couldn't help but sigh: It can't be considered good.
Haha, being alive is a good thing. Grandpa Shi smiled and said: Your mother came to see me and she said you succeeded and she failed. But who is the winner in the end, only God knows.
She went back? I asked in astonishment.
No. Grandpa Shi shook his head: She just came to see me, maybe because she was a little depressed after the failure. You know, the most lost people want to see their close ones, which will give them some comfort.
I nodded silently. The closest person?... To her, that person is not me.
She also said that if you succeed, she will try harder to live. Grandpa Shi said: Not for anything else, just to see your despair. She wants to see you regret, to see you understand what is right and what is wrong.
Do you think I was wrong... I looked at him.
I don't know. Grandpa Shi shook his head: The difference between right and wrong varies from person to person, because we are not gods and cannot speak from such a neutral position.
What you said is a bit like what the old Taoist said. I said.
Grandpa Shi smiled, glanced at the old Taoist sitting cross-legged next to him, and asked: What is he doing?
Adjust your state, prepare to transform into the Five Classics, and hold up the world to buy time, I replied.
Oh? Grandpa Shi looked at the Taoist priest with some surprise, then turned back and said: It seems that you already have a plan.
I nodded, then sighed and said: There is just too little time. I'm afraid we won't have the opportunity to complete our plan today.
Time? How much time do you need? Grandpa Shi asked.
I glanced at the old Taoist: It will take at least two days.
Hehe, here I come...
Um. Eh? I immediately realized: You?
I'll try to get it in two days, Grandpa Shi said with a smile.
How can you? This is impossible... No one can resist for two days.
Yes, no one... Grandpa Shi looked over my shoulder and looked further away: Therefore, the sky should not be blocked by humans alone.
A loud rumbling sound suddenly spread between heaven and earth.
The entire earth was shaking, and countless mountains were trembling as if they were afraid of something. The chaotic dust covered the sky.
I was shocked and didn't understand where the vibration came from, but I heard Grandpa Shi murmured beside me: I heard the call, it's time to go home...
