The Path Toward Heaven

That mountain range blocked the sinister sea wind and huge waves, leaving only rain and sunshine to the world beyond the mountain.

On the other side of the mountain is a dense forest, which looks like fine fluff when viewed from a high altitude. Outside the forest is a fertile field, and the grassland is like a green felt.

This place is thousands of miles away from Chaotian Continent, but Fu Sijian seemed to have been here before, without any hesitation, he landed from a high altitude and flew towards that continent.

The southernmost mountain is getting lower and deeper into the sea, where countless waves are born, and countless seabirds are flying there to prey, and the sound of chirping is very ear-piercing.

Firth Sword hangs quietly in the shadow-like flock of birds, the tip of the sword faces the forest on the land far away, and the body of the sword is covered with a light layer of frost.

Flying between the Void Realm and the Thunder Field at such a speed, even the Immortal Sword will be somewhat damaged.

The flying birds here are no different from Chaotian Continent, but the types of trees in the forest are completely different. The brown trees are about a hundred feet tall, and the blue leaves are very broad. It looks like a fan that can only be used by giants. Hundreds of leaves are surrounded by layers, with a fruit in the middle.

The shell of the fruit is translucent, with a touch of pink, which looks like a huge lotus flower.

The sea breeze blew past, making noises, and the edges of the green leaves danced like waves.

Accompanied by a clear rubbing sound, those lotus-like fruit shells fell down layer by layer, revealing the picture inside.

There are several human beings on each lotus flower, holding thin spears with metallic luster in their hands, watching the Forth sword on the sea vigilantly.

These people are somewhat different from the humans in Chaotian Continent. They have beautiful faces, even better-looking than practitioners, with slender limbs. I don’t know if there is a difference between men and women. They also have translucent, cicada-like wings, which are somewhat similar to Jingmei in the fairy tales of Chaotian Continent.

A person who seemed to be the leader walked to the front and watched Furth Sword say something sternly.

Firth Sword didn't respond.

The Jingmei leader frowned slightly and said a few more words.

The two spirits flapped their wings and flew towards the mountain behind the forest, presumably to seek help somewhere.

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Suddenly many dark clouds appeared in the blue sky, thunder and lightning roared, but no rain fell.

The spirits on the tree shouted joyfully, appearing very excited.

Hundreds of lightning bolts kept falling on that mountain range, occasionally bursting into dazzling sparks, and most of the time they disappeared without a sound.

The ground suddenly shook violently, and an unknown number of monsters escaped from the woods, and jumped into the sea in terror.

The sea gave birth to huge waves, and the seabirds flew away in fear, leaving a distant shadow on the sea.

The spirits on the tree were not afraid, they still shouted happily, looking at the mountain range in the distance, their eyes were full of awe and worship.

The mountains are gradually rising. Is this an earthquake? Is that mountain about to collapse?

No, that mountain range stood up.

It turned out to be a giant.

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Giants are tall.

When he stood up, those dark clouds were blown away by the strong wind brought up by his huge body, and the thunder and lightning naturally disappeared without a trace.

His head was about to touch the porcelain blue sky, and it gave people the feeling that if he tiptoed a little, the sky would break into pieces of blue porcelain.

There were nicks and scorching marks on the giant's face, which looked a bit vicissitudes, as if it had gone through all kinds of suffering.

His eyes were clean, full of innocence and curiosity like a child, and when he saw the Forth sword on the sea, he smiled again.

The spirits in the woods sensed the giant's emotion, put away the thin spears in their hands one after another, and returned to their respective lotus flowers.

The giant hooked his fingers at Firth Sword, and his movements seemed a little slow.

Firth Sword flew high into the sky, and flew in front of the giant after flying for a while.

Compared with the giant, it is like a speck of dust, almost impossible to see.

The giant turned his head to look at Firth Sword, a little surprised and a little puzzled.

Aga?

There was a strong wind again in the sky.

His voice exploded like thunder, even towns thousands of miles away could hear it.

What the giant meant was: Why didn't you leave?

The year before I fell asleep, I said goodbye to you. I still remember that I was a little sad at that time. Why did you come back again?

The Forth sword vibrated at high speed, making a humming sound, and then began to fly at high speed in front of the giant, drawing various circles, just like a wild bee flying, but it was infinitely more complicated.

The giant understood the meaning of Firth's sword, opened his mouth in surprise, the smile in his eyes dripped like honey, and his raised eyebrows slowly moved up and down.

Aga.

His deep voice fell on the sea, like hundreds of sperm whales shouting collectively, setting off countless waves.

Firth Sword didn't stay any longer, turned his head and flew towards Chaotian Continent, the speed became faster and faster, and soon disappeared into the sky.

The giant walked towards the sea, and countless huge waves were born in the sea. The reef was crushed and turned into mud, changing the color of the sea water.

Half an hour later, the giant came to the deep sea.

The deeper you go into the sea, the deeper the sea is. The sea here is hundreds of feet deep, and it has already submerged the giant's knees.

The giant continued to walk forward, and when the sun appeared above his head, a black shadow appeared in the sea ahead.

That shadow is the Luoshen Trench, an extremely deep submarine canyon. It is said that there is a hidden passage leading to the underworld, but it has never been discovered. The water flow is extremely complicated, there are terrible storms all the year round, and there are countless terrifying monsters in the sea.

It is indeed very deep here, and the sea has already flooded the giant's neck.

Looking at the sea in front of him, the giant was a little nervous. Although he would not be drowned, he was still a little scared.

Immediately afterwards, the giant came up with another idea, it was rare to encounter such deep water, should he take a bath here?

But the things my friend told me haven't been done yet, so let's keep going.

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From dawn to dusk, giants walk in the sea like moving mountains.

The fish and monsters in the sea, and the birds in the sky, looked at the shadow from afar, and avoided it in horror.

The giant couldn't run, because his head would easily go into the void, and it would be uncomfortable not to breathe air.

If he ran faster, he might even leave the sea directly and jump into the minefield.

The feeling of thunder hitting the top is not good, he knew it since he was a child, and the marks on his face are the proof.

His footsteps were a bit slow, but fortunately each step was far away, and just as the setting sun was about to set, he finally arrived at the destination of this trip.

It was an archipelago shrouded in fog.

The giant had been here before, and he knew that the fog was strange, and he could not blow it away, nor fan it with his hands.

He even tried to pour the seawater on the islands with the palm of his hand, trying to disperse the fog, but he still couldn't do it.

The giant thought for a while, then walked to the north, and came to the great whirlpool.

He grasped the hard mountain on the bottom of the sea with his left hand, and reached into the whirlpool with his right hand to feel for a long time, and found a ten thousand year old tree.

The ancient tree had been soaked in sea water for countless years, its branches and leaves were all broken, leaving only a thick trunk.

The ancient tree is about a thousand feet long, but it is like a small stick in the hands of a giant.

The giant returned to Wudao, shouted into the distance, and then sat down in the sea, holding the ten-thousand-year-old tree, looking down at the islands from a height.

The scene on the island was faintly visible, some practitioners were yelling something in horror and pointing at the giant.

The giant ignored it and continued to guard the fog island, but felt a little bored and wanted to sleep, so he yawned.

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(I wish you all the best tomorrow, just like Jing Jiu’s giant friend, crossing mountains and seas, facing the wind and waves, riding the victorious long drive, overlooking the earth, holding a stick in hand, the best!)