The Path Toward Heaven

If you are willing to fight day and night, you still have to fight for the day and night, so that the eternity will be longer.

Logically, Jing Jiu should leave after thinking about that sentence, but he didn't get up, he just sat by the river in a daze.

The purpose of leaving Qingshan is to look for the sword sharpening stone. Now that the demon bones in the Demon Town Prison are gone, and the demon bones at the bottom of Soul Gathering Valley have all turned into dust, where should we go?

He is still the person who doesn't care about world affairs, and some subtle changes have finally taken place. For example, he will leave Qingshan occasionally, and when he travels, there are always people around him, whether it is Gu Qing, Guo Dong, or Zhao Layue. Now he is not used to being alone and feels a little boring.

He didn't take out the bamboo chair. The temperature by the lava river was too high, and fire would splash out at any time. It would be a pity if the bamboo chair burned.

He didn't take out the porcelain plate either, since he didn't know when, he seldom played the game of making sand.

He stood up suddenly, put away his white clothes, and walked into the magma, the universe front quietly followed behind.

He was not discouraged by the shock of tens of thousands of years, decided to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river, and burned himself on fire, he just wanted to take a bath.

The fiery red magma was like golden water, he picked it up from the river and poured it on his face, then flowed down his body, splashing hundreds of sparks on the surface of the river.

Unless it is the Yanggang fire produced by those Taoist furnaces and immortal magic weapons, it is difficult for any flame to hurt him, including these fiery and terrifying magma.

The temperature of the magma was extremely high. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the scorching heat. His body felt a rare slight pain, and then he felt refreshed.

Steam baths meant nothing to him, and neither did massages. He didn't expect to find similar pleasures in the underground river of fire today.

Jing Jiu felt very comfortable, so he simply lay down in the magma, resting his hands on the back of his head, looking at the sunset pattern on the stone wall of the cave ceiling, a little lost in thought.

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Many ascetics actually don't understand that there is actually no inseparable connection between ascension and longevity.

Ascension does not mean longevity, those previous generations of immortals who left Chaotian Continent might have died long ago.

Longevity does not necessarily mean ascending to the sky, according to Jing Jiu's observation, the Yuan Gui at the top of Tianguang Peak can live at least tens of thousands of years, or even longer.

Longevity is to live.

Ascension is to go out.

Living and going out are all about finding new pleasures constantly.

This kind of fun includes but is not limited to the enjoyment of life instinct, and more refers to discovering knowledge you don't understand, laws you haven't touched, and unknown worlds you haven't imagined. So bathing in magma, soaking in magma like a hot spring is also a kind of nature.

According to Jing Jiu's behavior, even if he occasionally has this kind of fun, he won't stay in it for too long.

Because this novel experience can still be deduced and expected.

Today he lay in the magma for a long time.

He sat all night by a wild lake before going underground.

At the Tongtianjing by the East China Sea, he looked down for a long time.

All because of hesitation.

Before he left, he had calculated that it would be difficult to find a suitable demon bone at the bottom of the Soul Gathering Valley, and it might even be a little dangerous, but he still came.

Because here is very close to the abyss, and there is the underworld.

He didn't want to go to the snowfield, because the snowfield was dangerous, and he didn't want to go to the underworld, because it was also very dangerous there.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't hesitate at all, just turned around and left. Why did he lie in the magma at this time, staring at the sky full of sunset in a daze?

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Few people know what Jing Jiu likes.

Liu Shisui only knew that he liked to lie on the bamboo chair, so he did not forget to plant a few clumps of bamboo no matter in Tianguang Peak or Guocheng Temple, so that the bamboo chair could be easily repaired.

Gu Qing only knew that he liked to watch the snow, so every year when the snow fell, he and Yuan Qu would take the initiative to move out of the Daoist Hall and leave the good place by the window for Master.

Zhao Layue only knew that he liked her long black and smooth hair, so she refused to do it, but she still insisted that he comb her hair.

But even the three of them didn't know what Jing Jiu really didn't like.

There are many things he doesn't want to do because he is lazy or feels meaningless, but it doesn't mean he doesn't like it.

For example, if he doesn't eat hot pot, he just thinks the action of eating is meaningless, which doesn't mean he doesn't like hot pot.

Back then at Shangde Peak, when his brother and Yuan Liu were eating hot pot, he liked to sit by and watch.

This habit has survived until now.

Now, he likes to watch Zhao Layue eat hot pot.

In countless restaurants in Chaotian Continent, there are white soups that he despises.

Only Hua Dong knows the answer.

What Jing Jiu dislikes the most is to owe people.

Whether it's love or money or something else.

After the smoke disappeared back then, in the distant outside world, his body still had a stale breath.

That is the unresolved cause and effect, the unfinished fate.

The failure of ascension was because of these, and he naturally disliked it very much.

So since his rebirth, he has paid great attention to these aspects, trying to make up for what he owed in the past, but he has added some new debts.

The biggest creditor is Hades Emperor.

In the Demon Suppressing Prison, the Emperor of the Underworld passed on his Soul Fire Control, and he promised to help the Underworld Emperor find a successor, and pass on both the Underworld Emperor's Seal and the Soul Fire Control to that person.

Thirteen years have passed, and he still hasn't been able to finish this matter.

He put the cosmic front into the universe, closed his eyes, and sank to the bottom of the magma.

The density of magma is very high, and ordinary people cannot sink if they are not burned to ashes, but he is naturally different.

He flowed far away along the lava river, like a stone.

More than ten miles away is the place where the river diverges, one river goes up and the other goes down.

With the flow and against the flow, the river will make its own choice.

Is this irresponsible drifting or what the monks of Guocheng Temple like to say, or is it lazy?

Maybe Jing Jiu himself didn't have an answer, he could only clearly feel that as he got deeper and deeper in the magma and the temperature around his body got higher and higher, his right hand became slightly softer, and this was exactly what he wanted.

He floated along the magma river for a long time, and one day he suddenly bumped into something, opened his eyes, and found a wall blocking his way.

This wall is transparent.

When the magma river encountered the wall, it couldn't move forward, and turned back in agitation, forming countless small whirlpools, giving birth to countless clusters of flames, which looked like thousands of stove holes.

If you go back to the ground, you can only see the sky, not the wall, so this is the ground.

Jing Jiu walked to the transparent wall with his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance.

This wall is so high that it stretches for an unknown number of miles, with no end in sight.

Over there is a dark abyss.

Beyond the abyss is the underworld.

If you want to become the leader of the righteous sect of the human race, being strong is a necessary condition, but it is by no means all. You must also take on many responsibilities for the human race and pay a lot of price, such as guarding the passage between the world and the underworld.

Those sects with a long history and prominent reputation in Chaotian Continent all have their own guarded passages.

Wuenmen guards the passage at the bottom of Longevity Mountain, Tongtianjing by the East China Sea is jointly monitored by Shuiyue Temple and Guocheng Temple, and Yimaozhai guards Qianlifenglang.

The Zhongzhou faction has the highest status, the strongest strength, and naturally the greatest responsibility. Canglong incarnates as the Demon Prison to guard Chaoge City, and at the same time is responsible for the passage at the bottom of Juhun Valley.

This huge transparent wall stretching for an unknown number of miles should be the seal of the Zhongzhou faction. Judging from the aura it emits, it is indeed extremely powerful and indestructible.

The Green Mountain Sect does not have a passage to the underworld to guard, because the south is full of water and the cracks in the ground are filled, but it also paid a lot.

If the Zhongzhou faction paid for the powerful magic weapons and formations needed to trap and seal the beasts, what the Qingshan sect paid for was swords and blood.

Jing Jiu stood in front of the huge transparent wall with his hands behind his back, quietly staring at the abyss over there.

Thirteen years ago, the Underworld Emperor was also quietly gazing at the abyss over there through a transparent and unbreakable barrier.

At that time, Emperor Hades' eyes were full of nostalgia for his hometown, but now his eyes are much more complicated.

His gaze traveled through the abyss and landed on the extremely distant underworld.

The landform and sky of the underworld are very similar to this side, and there are also steep mountains, but there is no sun, and the light is extremely dim, so it can only be illuminated by the fire from the ground.

A slightly bright river meanders among the mountains, bringing light and hope to life on both sides of the river.

Jing Jiu withdrew his gaze and looked at his right hand.

After soaking in the magma river for so long, his right hand softened a little.

He kept his hands behind his back, but he was actually kneading the index finger of his right hand with his left hand.

The index finger didn't seem to have changed much, but it was actually sharper, and it was almost back to its original state.

Jing Jiu stretched out his index finger and pointed towards the huge transparent wall in front of him.

That transparent wall seemed to have no thickness, nor any elasticity.

This sounds ordinary, but when you think about it carefully, it is a terrifying thing, and it can even be said to be unimaginable.

I don't know what kind of formation was used by the previous generation of immortals when the Zhongzhou faction sealed this place 30,000 years ago, and how many magic weapons were consumed.

With a soft sound, Jing Jiu's fingertips landed on the transparent wall.

Feeling the feedback from his fingertips, he raised his eyebrows, and a sword intent burst out all over his body.

Thousands of extremely subtle and sharp sword intents emanated from his body, swirling around like willow leaves blown down by the wind.

Several black rocks under his feet were cut into pieces, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the magma in the river, which could not be healed.

Even when he faced Patriarch Xuanyin in Guocheng Temple, he didn't enter this state, and when Du Haiseng attacked him, he was affected by the fairy talisman.

Since his rebirth, this was the first time he truly showed his strongest appearance.

In an instant, his face became extremely pale.

There was another soft snap.

His fingertips seemed to be pierced into the transparent wall, but nothing seemed to happen.

If you look at it with the naked eye, even if you look close to his finger, you won't see any change.

Jing Jiu was a little tired, this finger seemed to have exhausted his sword essence.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to practice.

In front of his eyes, the huge transparent wall clearly showed the abyss and the further underworld, like a giant painting, waiting for him to wake up and appreciate it again.

After seventy breaths.

The magma river suddenly turned pale, and a shadow emerged from nowhere and landed on him.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked beyond the huge transparent wall.

The smell in that shadow was very cold and strange, and he was no stranger to it.

This is the projection of a certain dark figure.

The Ministry of the Underworld now wants to influence the Chaotian Continent, and most of the time it can only be done in this way. Back then, Zhongzhou sent Yuan Ying elder Wei Chengzi to assassinate Zhao Layue but failed. On the way to escape, he was killed by the shadow of the third disciple of Mingshi. Qingshan disciple Jian Ruoshan secretly investigated the case of Zuo Yi's murder, and died in the same way in the ruined temple outside Jianli City.

This big man from the Underworld is very powerful, and his realm is far beyond the current Jing Jiu. I believe that it is not too difficult for his shadow to kill Jing Jiu.

But there was no fear on Jing Jiu's face, not even vigilance.

He already knew that the other party would appear.

Because the other party was originally called by him.

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Who are you?

On the other side of the transparent giant wall, a person appeared at some point.

The man's eyes were squinted, and colored light streamed across his browless face, but it still couldn't overwhelm his clothes.

He was wearing a royal blue dress, the color was very bright, and he was very eye-catching against the background full of black and white and faint fire.

There is no blue sky, no green fields in the underworld, only boring black, white and gray tones, and the clothes of ordinary people are usually in this color, and only the nobles with high status are eligible to wear them.

When Jing Jiu first met the Underworld Emperor in the Town Demon Prison, the Underworld Emperor was wearing colorful clothes.

The color of this person's clothes is so eye-catching, so naturally he has a very high status in the Underworld.

This person was summoned by Jing Jiu, and he was able to travel across the abyss to come here in seventy breaths. The speed is really astonishing.

It's been three hundred years since I've seen him, but he's really stronger.

Thinking about this matter, Jing Jiu felt a little emotional.

The man's expression was slightly gloomy, and he exuded a powerful aura.

Just like the vast majority of people in the underworld, he is also very short, only about four feet tall, but now with the breath coming out, he feels extremely tall, as if even this huge transparent wall is about to be unable to stop him.

With such a powerful aura, there are not many people in Chaotian Continent, probably at the same level as Liu Ci!

Jing Jiu said: Since you know the origin of the mosquitoes, you should guess who I am. I don't believe that Taiping didn't tell you what happened in the Demon Town Prison.

The man looked at Jing Jiu quietly and asked, Who are you?

Jing Jiu said, I am the bearer of the seal.

mosquito.

Xi.

The man was silent for a long time, and asked, Your Majesty is still alive?

Jing Jiu shook his head.

The man said: If His Majesty is dead, why is there still his soul fire in the mosquito?

Jing Jiu said, I said before, you should know that I was by his side before he died.

The man looked at the quiet River Styx below the abyss, remained silent for a long time again, and said, Hand over the Emperor's Seal, and I won't kill you today.

Jing Jiu said, You think I should be afraid of you?

The man raised his head, stared into Jing Jiu's eyes, and said in an emotionless voice, Do you know who I am?

Jing Jiu said, Of course I know you are a master of the underworld. I also know something else, do you want to hear it?

For example, three hundred years ago, you were almost hacked to death by someone.

Yes, this blue-clothed man with unfathomable breath and the same level as Liu Ci is the strongest underworld master in the Underworld.

He looked at Jing Jiu quietly, and suddenly asked, What do you want?

Jing Jiu said: That mosquito has the soul fire of the Emperor of the Underworld, which is enough to show your legitimacy and can help you quell the disputes in the Underworld. You should hurry up and choose a suitable heir to the throne, and send it to the world for me to see.

The underworld master narrowed his eyes even more, and said, Do you know what you are talking about?

Jing Jiu said, This is what the Underworld Emperor told me before he died.

The Master Ming said expressionlessly: Your Majesty went down to the world and never came back. Do you think this kind of thing might happen again?

Jing Jiu said: If the new emperor does not get my approval, the Seal of the Underworld Emperor will not return to the underworld.

The underworld master said: If this is the case, then you are kind to my underworld, but... what do you want?

It's the same problem as before.

Jing Jiu said to Master Ming: Have you considered joining forces with Qingshan, except Taiping?

The underworld master smiled and said, Do you know what you are talking about?

Jing Jiu said: I said that I also know many other things, such as you are Taiping's disciple in the Underworld.

Hearing these words, Master Ming's expression changed slightly.

Jing Jiu continued: Based on the entry age, you should be behind Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, so you are the junior.

Master Ming narrowed his eyes and said, Since you know the relationship between me and the real person, you still want to persuade me to join forces with Qingshan?

Jing Jiu said calmly, I'm very good at persuading his disciples to betray him.