Chapter 743
"Why did you give up this body? We need to figure out what I am."
Jing Jiu's eyes fell on the stream between the distant peaks, which really looked like a golden whip under the sunlight at noon.
"I am not the upstream and downstream of a river in the past life and the present life. To describe this cause and effect, there is an interesting metaphor in Zen Buddhism."
He retracted his gaze and raised his right index finger.
With a snap, a sword fire ignited at the fingertips.
"Like this fire, if you use it to ignite a wooden stick, and then use the fire on that wooden stick to ignite another wooden stick, and continue to burn like this, then the flame on the last wooden stick and the flame at my fingertips at this moment, are they the same flame or different flames?"
There was no sound among the peaks.
Ah Da was lying in Zhao Layue's arms, looking at the flames at Jing Jiu's fingertips, narrowing his eyes slightly.
This saying of Zen is easy to understand, but it is not particularly suitable for Jing Jiu's situation.
Sure enough, he then asked, "If this is a related but different flame, what color am I now?"
When different things are burned, the color and brightness of the flames will be different. For example, the flames burned by sticks, coals, swords and paper are naturally different.
Jing Jiu doesn't like this, or I don't like this continuation of me.
He said to Ping Yongjia: "So I have to take off my clothes, give up my Taoist body, and throw away the wooden stick."
Ping Yongjia understood.
This is what separates him from all things.
This is Qing'er flying out of the Qingtian mirror.
This is Xue Ji giving up this world.
No sticks or coals, no swords or paper, only flames.
That is the realm Jing Jiu pursues.
But now he has not reached that state, so who is he?
"I am the point of all my causes and effects."
Jing Jiu said this sentence again.
He looks out into the world.
The practitioners among the peaks all felt his gaze.
The peaks of the Qingshan Mountains also felt it.
The owner of the restaurant in Yunji Town in the distance felt it.
Jing Li in Chaoge City felt it.
The blue bird on a certain branch felt it.
The Zen son in the small temple felt it.
Gu Qing in the sea felt it.
"By chance, we met here, and there we are."
Jing Jiu looked at Zhao Layue, but it seemed like he was looking at the whole world.
The whole world is extremely quiet.
Everyone was waiting for him to say his last words before ascension.
No one knows what he will say.
Thinking about it, it must be extremely beautiful.
He said, "Let's go."
A sword light shot up into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, we reached the extremely high sky.
In the next moment, he entered the void.
Jing Jiu was no longer on the ground.
Seeing the sword light leaving quickly, Chen Xueshao thumped the armrest of the wheelchair lightly, and said with regret, "You just left like this?"
She couldn't stand up and could only sit in a wheelchair. Everyone among the peaks had already stood up.
People looked at the sky intently, a little excited and a little nervous.
This sword light can be seen in all parts of the Chaotian Continent. Countless mortals walked out of their homes and looked into the sky with dazed or excited expressions.
If Xue Ji's departure is not counted, this is an Ascendant welcomed by the human race after many years, how can everyone not be nervous? Logically speaking, Jing Jiu has now mastered the Sword Formation of All Things, and his realm is unimaginably high. Ascension is a matter of course, but the problem is that the way of heaven is supreme. The stronger the ascension person, the more severe the catastrophe will be. More importantly, no one forgot...he had already failed once.
The heaven and the earth sensed that countless groups of thunderstorms were born in the thunderfield, spinning at an unimaginable speed, moving closer together, and finally formed a huge vortex of thunderstorms, facing the sword light. Looking from the ground, the huge thunderstorm vortex looked like a big weird eye, coming towards the ground with unimaginable coercion.
The strong wind howled, and countless flying sand and rocks were born in Yunji Town and the neighboring Zhou County. The mortals ran to avoid it, not daring to look at the sky again.
The practitioner's eyesight is very good, seeing that the bright filaments in the thunderstorm vortex are actually unimaginably thick lightning, he can't help but be shocked, thinking that even if it is a huge object, it will be wiped out when encountering such a powerful lightning. There may be tens of millions of lightning in this thunderstorm vortex, how can Jing Jiu break through?
Click! A lightning was summoned and fell from the thunderstorm vortex, accurately hitting the sword light.
There was a burst of exclamation in the green mountains and peaks.
Zhao Layue and others looked at Ping Yongjia as fast as they could.
Ping Yongjia looked blank and shook his head repeatedly, expressing that he didn't feel anything.
The lightning did not have any effect on the sword light, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Dozens of lightning bolts fell on the sword light and scattered separately, without causing any harm to Jing Jiu.
Seeing this scene, the practitioners in the Qingshan Mountains finally relaxed a little, and saw an even more terrifying scene the next moment.
The thunderstorm vortex turned faster and faster, as if the entire sky was spinning, and the tens of millions of lightning bolts in it kept converging and merging, becoming bigger and bigger, until finally it seemed to become a mountain of lightning condensed, emitting extremely bright light!
When the sky began to spin, those practitioners with lower realms couldn't bear it anymore. They were disgusted and wanted to vomit, so they had to sit cross-legged and meditate to recover.
When all the lightning condensed together and radiated bright light far beyond the sun, most practitioners couldn't stand it, and all lowered their heads, not daring to take another look. Immortal Guangyuan and other strong men stared at the picture in the sky with extremely solemn expressions. This lightning bolt might turn everything in the world into nothingness. Can Jing Jiu bear it?
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Jing Jiu was getting closer and closer to that extremely bright piece of lightning.
His face was illuminated extremely brightly, as if it was also glowing.
The unimaginable coercion and blazing light seemed to ignite the void.
Such a terrifying catastrophe has never occurred in history.
"I am indeed the strongest."
At such a tense moment, he suddenly had such an idea.
There is no problem with this statement logically, but it is too hot-blooded and strong, as if he was the kid who just entered Qingshan.
When the vast majority of ascenders encounter a catastrophe, they will choose to avoid or hold on until the final test of the heaven is over, and the catastrophe will dissipate on its own.
Jing Jiu would not do this.
He didn't do that last time.
The problem is, even if he can control everything with a single sword, what should he do now that there is nothing in the Void Realm?
The whistling wind suddenly appeared in the eternally silent void.
It was the air he called from below, and the cloud that came with it.
Countless clouds and mist were drawn into filaments, and came to his body like a sword, piercing towards the extremely bright lightning above!
When he ascended last time, he cut the sky with one sword.
During his ascension this time, he opened the sky with ten thousand swords.
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Countless streaks of lightning and sword lights brighter than lightning appeared in the sky, intertwined together to form an extremely dense network of light.
The world became extremely bright, and even the deep sea became transparent.
What is shocking is that the lightning that emerged from the vortex of the thunderstorm also had a sharp edge, as if they had turned into swords, but instead of slashing at Jing Jiu, they looked back towards the sky!
"Using the Heavenly Tribulation to fight the Heavenly Tribulation... Is this also possible?" The shocked voice of Shuiyue Nunnery Master came from the small sedan chair with the green curtain.
Bu Qiuxiao said with emotion: "Whether it's lightning or thunderstorm, isn't everything a property?"
Cao Yuan said thoughtfully: "It turns out that the so-called Dao of Heaven is also a part of our world."
The thunderstorm vortex that occupied the entire sky disappeared like this, and the blue sky reappeared in front of everyone's eyes, but those sword lights were still there.
Those sword lights are electricity, clouds, and air. They are criss-crossing and flickering in the sky, like countless meteors that will never fall, forming a very beautiful scene.
Tens of millions of sword lights gradually faded, disappearing into Ah Da's cold eyes.
Ah Da was in Zhao Layue's arms.
Back then when Immortal Jingyang ascended, Zhao Layue carried Yin San's body and walked out of Yunji Town without even looking at it, and today she didn't miss it at all.
Looking at the thousands of floating clouds coated with a gold border, and seeing those disappearing sword lights, she remained silent.
Even if you don't come back, I can go out to find you, but what if I can't find you?
Ascension is life and separation, and it is also death.
She quietly experienced the feeling between life and death.
A weed grows at the foot.
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This world is so dark, like the body of a corpse dog.
This world is so cold, like Xue Ji's hometown.
At the moment when thousands of sword lights disappeared into the monster's eyes, a space distortion suddenly appeared in this dark and cold world, and a breach appeared.
A beam of light flew out of the opening at an unimaginable speed, and then stopped suddenly, revealing Jing Jiu's figure.
He looked back to where he came from.
Nothingness.