Chapter 476 Courtyard

This is a majestic place beyond this world, a place that is truly lawless and unrestrained.

Like Shi Hao, Ye Fan, or "that person" who created the strange tribe, if they want to enter the realm of transcendence, without exception, they must step into the transcendental realm of the local world.

There is no concept of time there. It can be seen at the same time as those who stepped in from the ancient times, the present world, and the future. There is no concept of space there either. It transcends eternity, the avenue, the universe, and all time and space. It is omnipresent outside the universe and chaos.

The past, present, and future of the trilogy are all within the thoughts of the transcendent. With a glance, everything is annihilated and everything is reproduced.

No matter how many years pass, this place is just a moment, always at a node, without the concept of time and space.

And the innate qi where Wang Heng is located is a completely independent new area, parallel to the transcendental realm.

As early as when he attacked the Way of Sacrifice, the innate qi began to attack the realm of transcendence, and wanted to evolve into this supreme realm. During this period, he encountered all kinds of obstacles in that area.

In the end, the innate qi overcame numerous difficulties and made the ultimate leap, successfully paralleling that area, and no power could suppress it anymore.

Wang Heng stood in the innate qi, feeling this incomparable and majestic power. Under this great power, the Way of Sacrifice was nothing at all. No need for a glance, just a thought could make it disappear into ashes and die without a burial place.

If he killed back at this moment, the will of the plateau and the torrent of the ancestors of the mummy would all be annihilated, just a group of insignificant ants.

But Wang Heng did not do this. His eyes were deep and calm, falling on the transcendental realm of the local world. In an instant, in a glance, the light was eternal, as if he saw through everything.

He saw a node, with several light groups sinking and floating, which belonged to the transcendental journey of Shi Hao, Ye Fan and others.

When Wang Heng sacrificed everything, they might still be offering sacrifices to the Dao, or the Immortal Emperor, or even not yet born. However, from the perspective of the Transcendental Realm, which has no concept of time and space, they have always been there. No matter when they set foot, they are in that eternal and unchanging time node.

Of course, Wang Heng's perspective is unique. No creature can open up a supreme place like him that is comparable to the local Transcendental Realm.

In Wang Heng's eyes, there are no more mummy ancestors, plateau will, etc. For the Transcendent, they are just clouds and smoke in the past and are not worth paying attention to.

A lot of history has been fixed and ended before it has begun.

His eyes are high and far, and his perspective is rising layer by layer, gradually reaching an incredible height, which even the Transcendent cannot catch up with.

At least, it is difficult for the local Transcendent to trace back in this way.

Wang Heng is a bystander who sees farther than the local Transcendent.

He saw the true reincarnation, which is the reincarnation of the Transcendent level.

Before Shi Hao and others stood in the realm of transcendence, there were other creatures who had set foot there.

For example, "that person" who left ashes and ten diseases and created a strange tribe.

Wang Heng saw that he rose all the way, defeated all obstacles, sacrificed everything, and finally, transcended.

In the vast world, he was the only one standing in the realm of transcendence, overlooking the past, present and future.

He resurrected everything in a thought, and all the people and things that had passed away were reborn and presented in front of him.

This creature couldn't help crying. He had lost too much along the way to this point, and now he finally found everything.

Until here, everything was normal.

He spent a carefree and beautiful time with his relatives and friends, which greatly comforted his devastated heart.

However, as time went on, this creature still had some problems.

His Tao heart was slightly shaken because of something.

Are the relatives and friends who passed away and the relatives and friends who were resurrected in his thought really the same group of people? Once a question takes root in a person's heart, if there is no answer, it will grow wildly and uncontrollably.

In order to verify the answer to this question, "that person" began a series of experiments.

However, the result was cruel and heartbreaking. With a thought, he copied his relatives and friends thousands of times, and placed them in thousands of different worlds, allowing them to develop, and he participated in them or not.

In the end, this creature could no longer tell which was true, which was false, and which were the real relatives and friends.

Or perhaps, they had already died completely and could never be resurrected, and everything now was just a product of his own entertainment, created to satisfy his emotional needs.

"I just want you to come back." He murmured to himself, with tears in his eyes.

It is unimaginable for the transcendent to cry.

Seeing this, Wang Heng sighed in his heart. No wonder this transcendent would get sick. This problem is unsolvable. The deeper you delve into it, the more terrifying it is. To be promoted to a transcendent, this creature's Tao heart is naturally solid. However, a thousand-mile dam collapses because of an ant hole. The appearance of a gap will trigger a chain reaction.

Sure enough, what happened later was just as Wang Heng expected. "That person" first suspected that his relatives and friends were completely dead, and then questioned the whole world.

When he was promoted to a transcendent, all the worlds were shattered, and the world today is the result of his restoration.

Finally, the Tao heart of this transcendent was shaken, and some things gradually collapsed.

In the end, he directly annihilated everything, watched with his own eyes the world he created was destroyed in his own hands, and then destroyed the world where tens of thousands of relatives and friends lived.

In the blood and fire, his eyes changed, no longer the same as yesterday.

A transcendent shook his faith in this way and planted the seeds of disaster.

In the end, "that person" came to a plateau. There was nothing special about this plateau. The only feature was that it was high, much higher than the world.

Once, he restored a prosperous era with his own hands, and now, he buried another prosperous era with his own hands. He was tired. He wanted too much, or maybe he wanted nothing and wanted to throw everything away.

Now, he came to the plateau, opened up a simple yard, and lived in it.

"Cough!"

Suddenly, the transcendent felt a sharp pain and itching in his chest, and then he coughed up a pool of black blood with strange substances.

He was very surprised. Would a creature at his level also get sick? Otherwise, how could he cough up such terrible black blood?

He wanted to find the root of the disease and solve it, but there was no solution. The black blood was like a rootless duckweed, and even the transcendent could not find the source.

The person in charge was confused, but the bystander was clear. Wang Heng knew that the root of the disease was in his Tao heart. His Tao heart collapsed and he could not control the power of the transcendent. Therefore, all kinds of shocks occurred. The black blood was the first symptom, but it was definitely not the last one.

"That person" searched for a long time but did not find the root of his disease, so he had to give up. He lived in the courtyard, planting flowers, making tea, and playing the stone piano every day, leisurely and quiet.

However, his symptoms became more and more serious.

At first, he coughed up black blood, and then his body was rotten in many places, pus flowed, some golden, white...

In addition, the rotten places would also be filled with gray mist, and some places even grew red hair.

"Cough... cough..."

"That person" coughed continuously, his face was pale, and his body was getting worse and worse. He couldn't help frowning. What happened to him? Was he sick? But he couldn't find the root of the disease, and there was no one to help him. In the whole world, he was the only one standing in the realm of transcendence.

Until one day, he sighed and said to himself weakly: "Will I... come back?"

Then, this creature went out and refined the bronze ancient coffin on the plateau. He refined three layers in one breath, wrapped layer by layer, implying the past, present and future.

When the three-life bronze coffin was successfully refined, he suddenly shook his body and turned his head to look behind.

There, an indescribable innate qi emerged, accompanied by the breath of reincarnation that made the transcendents shudder.

This is transcendent reincarnation, not ordinary reincarnation.

Then, a tall figure walked out of the qi and came to the front of this creature.

"Ahem..."

He covered his mouth and nose, where a lot of black blood flowed out, looking very scary.

"I haven't seen a fellow for a long time." He rarely smiled on his pale and weak face, but it was a little scary, and many parts had rotted.

Wang Heng did not respond, but looked at him with some pity.

"I am already terminally ill and there is no hope. I am very happy that you are here. Please come to my humble abode for a chat." As a transcendent, even if he is very ill, he is still a transcendent. There is no need to say more about many things.

Wang Heng nodded and followed him into the small courtyard.

It is located next to a lake. In the center of the lake, there is a lotus. Under the guidance of the transcendent, it has long evolved into the lotus of eternal reincarnation.

Wang Heng, who rose from the next reincarnation, did not pay attention to this lotus. He opened up a perfect world and has been growing in the fields. He did not take the initiative to contact the strange tribe.

In the courtyard, a stone millstone lay horizontally, a flower took root, withered and turned into seeds, and then grew again, over and over again, with various layouts, just like a farmyard.

"That person" invited Wang Heng in, and then took out a stove, lit a faint fire, and boiled tea leaves.

During this process, he kept coughing up blood, and all kinds of strange substances flowed out of his body. There were a total of ten diseases, all of which were extremely fatal to the transcendent.

Soon, two cups of hot tea were served. Although "that person" was already on his deathbed and the strange substances on his body were extremely concentrated, this cup of tea was still fine. After all, he had not burned himself with the tea stove, and the tea stove was still a tea stove.

"Please!"

He stretched out his hand to signal, and Wang Heng did not refuse. He raised the teacup and put it to his lips to taste it.

This cup of tea was nothing at first, until it came to Wang Heng's throat, he tasted the bitter taste, tasted a creature from birth, to standing at the peak, to the collapse of the Tao heart, and terminal illness. The bitterness and joys and sorrows in it made him at the same level feel the same.

The transcendent, while extremely powerful, is also accompanied by terrible risks.

Once there is a problem with the Tao heart, it is easy to get sick like this creature, and then fall.

Getting sick is so strange to the cultivators, as if it is only the privilege of mortals. Once you step into the path of cultivation, you will no longer have the concept of getting sick. However, after reaching the peak of cultivation and becoming a transcendent, you will get sick, which can be regarded as returning to nature.

Wang Heng put down the teacup, looked at the transcendent who was coughing while drinking tea, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Now, no one can help, this creature is completely hopeless.

"Daoyou..."

He wanted to tell this creature his views on the secret of life and death, but he didn't know how to start for a while.

Finally, Wang Heng said it out. This was the root cause of the ten diseases that this creature had.

"This problem is really hard to explain. Even if we stand in this supreme realm, we can't explain it clearly." The creature was very happy to hear Wang Heng talking to him about this issue. After all, it was the first time that someone discussed it with him after countless years. This was equivalent to a discussion of the Tao. How many times can there be such a discussion between transcendents in the world? It was really rare.

The two talked for a while. Regardless of other things, Wang Heng admired this creature very much. His journey of rise, his path, and his Tao were so amazing and peerless. It was a pity that in the end, he plunged into an unsolvable circle and consumed himself to death.

"That person" played the piano for Wang Heng again. In the courtyard, a seed was buried deep in the soil. It broke out of the ground in the sound of the stone piano, grew roots and stems, and formed flower buds. It bloomed stunningly, and then withered and died, and turned into a seed again. The previous beauty seemed to be just a flash in the pan.

"Flowers may bloom again, but people will never be young again. Daoist friend, please take care of yourself and don't follow in my footsteps." In front of the stone zither, "that person" coughed up blood and whispered.

"I really should go. Thank you for the song." Wang Heng stood up, bowed to him, and said goodbye for the last time. Then, the innate qi emerged, and his figure gradually dissipated. A transcendent force wiped out everything. There was no trace of him and no causal residue in the entire ancient history, as if he had never come to this world.

"Cough!"

Seeing his fellow Taoists leave, "that person" couldn't hide his disappointment in his eyes. It was not easy to find someone who could talk to him, but he just left like that.

But immediately, he was relieved. Wang Heng was just a passer-by, not belonging to this transcendent reincarnation that was about to pass away. It was rare to be able to overcome endless obstacles to come here and talk with him. What else was there to regret?

He smiled slightly, which looked very strange under the reflection of the strange substance, but in fact, he was simply happy.

Then, he chiseled out a stone pot, took out the tea stove for making tea, and lay in the tea stove without any worries.

As the fire of transcendence burned faintly, the transcendent in the tea stove and the ten roots of his illness were all burned to ashes.

An invisible big hand controlled the tea stove and poured all the ashes into the stone pot without any error, put it in the smallest coffin of the three-life bronze coffin, and then buried it on the plateau, everything was silent.

The end of one transcendent reincarnation means the beginning of another transcendent reincarnation.