The Path Toward Heaven

The stars are getting farther away, the light is gone, the surroundings are dark, and there is no sound. Ordinary monsters such as Daixu and Halftail have long gone to nowhere. They think they are far enough away from the space crack of the Skyfire Industrial Base, and they cannot go there in a short time to cause trouble for the fleet.

The problem now is that the dozen or so broods seem to have the ability to travel through space for a short time in the sea of ​​dark things. Although the speed is very slow, it is difficult for him to get rid of them, or if they can't get rid of them for a long time, those broods will catch up again, such as this time.

The dark energy in the sea of ​​dark matter is smaller than a blood thumb, smaller than a spore, and exists like a neutrino. It is reasonable to say that neither the ascender nor the monitoring equipment can perceive it, but the cold, silent and full of desire for destruction endows it with a sense of existence. Driven by the tentacles of the brood, it seems to become a black wind, gently swaying his monk's robe.

The sleeves of the clothes are light and gradually broken, like flowers in the process of withering.

Monk Huanxi quietly looked at the invisible dark world, raised his right hand and slowly moved a rosary.

This action seems ordinary, but it is a bit like picking a lighter, and there seems to be a crisp sound in the empty and silent universe.

More than three hundred golden flames shot out from his body, passed through the tattered monk's robe, and instantly rolled up into a golden fireball in the weightless universe, wrapping him, blocking the dark breeze, and burning to death the blood spores and spores hidden in the gaps of the monk's robe.

The burnt blood and spores fell like ashes on the Great Nirvana, and then were sucked in by the slowly flowing surface of the metal plate, and entered the side grid in the middle, deepening the black gold-like color inside.

It's very far away, let's find a way to come back. Zeng Ju's voice sounded from Huanxi Monk's consciousness. He didn't know how the seven-generation sage of one Maozhai managed to send information to such a far place, and it was a completely different world.

The Rejoicing Monk looked through the burning golden fireballs and landed on the broods approaching again, and responded: These broods have more obvious self-awareness than we have seen before, indicating that they may have a commander.

The meaning of this sentence is very clear, he still firmly believes that Xue Ji is here.

Yes, he left the Lieyang battleship, and was watched by millions of eyes through the cracks in space and came to this dangerous dark world. Apart from taking away those troublesome beast hordes, his real purpose was to find Xue Ji in the sea of ​​dark things.

He wants to find her, help her, and surrender to her.

There is no space mark in this dark world, and he cannot know his position. Naturally, he can't talk about any direction, but he has never deviated.

The problem is that it has been a while since he came to the Sea of ​​Dark Things, and he didn't find any trace left by Xue Ji, so should he kill one of the broods in front of him and try to attract her attention? Monk Huanxi quickly dismissed his thoughts. To His Majesty, such an ordinary brood nest is no different from ants. It is meaningless to kill them. It may be useful to kill another dark man here.

With this thought in mind, he continued to head into the depths of the sea of ​​dark things, and those broods naturally followed. Just floating in the sea of ​​dark things, I don't know how many days. Zeng Ju's voice has never sounded again, which means that he has really left the human world, and I don't know if he will have a chance to go back.

This normal level of brood cannot threaten the Joyful Monk, the real trouble is the Sea of ​​Dark Things itself. The impregnation of dark energy on the golden body and the attack on the Zen mind are all the time. Even though he is the ancestor of the Zen sect, his mind is as firm as a stone, and he has a body protected by Buddha fire, he has seen many illusions.

The description or speculation of the extraterrestrial demons by the practice community of Chaotian Continent makes sense.

Monk Huanxi found himself on the official path of Moqiu. There were no patients on both sides of the official road seeking medical advice, only starving people lying down in the barren fields, because there was no Guocheng Temple at that time, and he had not yet studied medicine, and naturally there were no medical monks.

The next moment he found himself on the battlefield in the northwest, where the imperial army was fighting with the rebels near Lengshan Mountain, and some evil cultivators were fighting with the masters of the orthodox sect on the high mountains in the distance. He was a powerful general, but he could only watch from a distance, not daring to take a step closer there.

Next he becomes a swordsman. The general who had enlightened himself on the battlefield kept his name hidden. He wanted to go to Qingshan to learn kendo secretly but was exposed by the fairy master at Nansong Pavilion. Fortunately, Qingshan swordmaster took pity on him and did not punish him.

Later, he went to Qianlifenglang, braving the strong wind like a knife, and walked for a long time with willows in his arms before reaching the thatched huts. Until many years later, he couldn't figure out why the lotus flowers on the lake pressed his skirt so tightly when the wind was so strong there.

The teacher was promoted, and he left Yimaozhai to go to many places, and finally returned to Moqiu and built a temple.

The starving and impoverished people on both sides of Moqiu's official road were replaced by helpers from various states and counties, and the official road was full of horse-drawn carriages.

There were more and more medical monks in Guocheng Temple, and he could finally rest for a while, so he went to Baicheng to resist the beast tide in Snow Country, and lived there for hundreds of years.

After a long period of two thousand years, he returned to Guocheng Temple, sat down on the spot, became a golden Buddha, and came here.

According to what was written in that novel, Guocheng Temple is still the same Guocheng Temple, Yimao Zhai is still the same Yimao Zhai, and the small temple in Baicheng also has descendants. There is one of his pagodas in the pagoda forest of Guocheng Temple. Although there is no his ashes inside, of course it is placed at the front and the best position.

All this made him very pleased.

Of course he knew it was all an illusion.

It's just that there is no audience or readers in the sea of ​​dark things, so there is no need for him to say this.

He always thought that he was a farmer, but he was lucky and met many noble people who were willing to help him, so he was able to get to where he is today. There are too few descriptions of this aspect in the illusion, and it is not clear, which shows that he came up with it himself, not an objective fact.

He opened his eyes and woke up, those golden flames spewed out again, pushing the broods farther away.

The Buddha also has fire. With these fires, he can drift in the sea of ​​dark matter for a long time. Because of the great nirvana under his feet, this time even lasts for hundreds of years. The problem is that the universe is vast and the sea is endless. When will Xue Ji be found?

Now that he is far away from that crack in space, he doesn't know which direction to go back. If he still can't find Xue Ji, he can only float here, like swimming in the sea under the thick ice layer. Only by being extremely lucky to find an exit can he surface, otherwise he will be suffocated one day.

This kind of situation reminded him of many, many years ago, when the number of medical monks in Guocheng Temple exceeded 200. In addition, he did not rest for more than 70 days, and finally cured or sent away the seriously ill patients on both sides of Moqiu's official road.

Those wounds were like tides, once again filling the fields outside Guocheng Temple. He was a little puzzled when he was tired. After asking a few times, he found out that there was a beast tide in the snow field. He thought this was not the solution, and he should deal with the beast tide first, so he went to Baicheng.

In Baicheng, he killed many snow country monsters, including those powerful humanoid guards, but found that these monsters were born in the ice and snow, and there was almost an endless supply.

It was no surprise that he was defeated by Xue Ji's Xiaoyuan, and he was broken into a golden body without even seeing the opponent's face. His Zen heart was about to be broken, and he was blown away from the ice peak.

When he woke up in the sea, he had already sunk to the deepest bottom of the sea—the golden body has great benefits, but naturally there are also some inconveniences.

You can touch the sand with your hands, but the rough feeling is not very clear, because it is too deep and the sea water is too cold.

His injuries were too severe to use his Celestial Eye, and all he could see was darkness.

After resting on the bottom of the sea for a few days, he regained his energy a bit and tried to float up. It took him a long time to reach the surface of the sea, but he found that there was an endless cover above him, and he couldn't break through it now.

After trying a few times, he rationally chose to give up, and just floated under the ice, letting the sea water take him along.

He didn't need to breathe, and just floated under the ice for many days, his face became paler and his surface skin became more and more wrinkled, even a bit like the face buried in the clouds that Tong Yan saw when he broke through the black battleship. Of course, he at that time and he at this time did not know that scene.

At that time, he only thought of one word.

So strong.

Xue Ji is so strong.

From then on, he seldom referred to her as Xue Ji, preferring to call her Queen.

Or Your Majesty.

Or Her Majesty.

Float, float, float, his pride and self-confidence... Just like that, it's gone.

Like a floating corpse, he was pushed by the ocean current, rubbed against the ice surface, and went deeper and deeper toward the north of the snowy sea.

The ice layer became thicker and thicker, even as thick as tens of feet, and his pale and deformed face could no longer be seen from above. He could no longer see the light on the ice, and the world became dark again, as if he had returned to the bottom of the sea.

His injury didn't get worse, nor did it get better. He couldn't break through the ice at all. If he kept floating like this, he would die one day.

Just like him floating in the sea of ​​dark things at this time.

One day, he suddenly saw a light in front of the dark world.

The desire to survive and the pull of a breath in the dark made him rejuvenate, and he tried to swim there.

That light is really the light of the sky.

A naturally formed crack appeared in the tens of feet thick ice layer, but everyone knew that it could not have formed naturally.

Monk Huanxi floated to the lower edge of the crack, stretched out his hand to grab onto the ice, summoned Nirvana with the last of his spirit, and then lay down on his stomach.

Da Nirvana staggered towards the ice with him on his back, like a thin old horse dying.

With a soft snap, the Great Nirvana landed on the ice, throwing out some ice shavings. It took him a long time to calm down, and he turned to look at the sky. The smile that had just appeared on his face was replaced by extremely complicated emotions in an instant.

There is a snow mountain in the sky, either the lonely ice peak deep in the snow field, or a very ordinary, not very high snow mountain, with a cliff on the side of the mountain.

Xue Ji stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at him quietly.

He has never seen Xue Ji with his own eyes, but he knows that she is.

There was no irony or contempt in Xue Ji's black eyes, only curiosity and interest.

Monk Huanxi has never communicated with her, but he firmly believes that she cannot be a violent, bloodthirsty monster who wants to destroy everything. Otherwise, how could she let the sea of ​​ice separate, let the light of the sky descend, summon herself to come, and let herself live?

Regardless of his injury and fatigue, he just raised his head like this, looking at her intently and seriously.

She just looked down at her.

I don't know how long it took to look at each other, maybe only a few days, maybe a few years.

Boom.

Xue Ji suddenly made a sound.

The Joyful Monk understood what she was saying—if you don't wake up, you're going to die.

What does it mean?

Could it be that those things hadn't happened and were all just his imagination?

Huanxi Monk suddenly felt very sad, then really opened his eyes and woke up.

There was still darkness in front of him, not the bottom of the Extreme Northern Snow Sea, but the bottom of the Sea of ​​Dark Matters.

The dozen or so broods were not far from him, slowly waving their tentacles.

Somewhere farther away, there was an extremely powerful and evil will, which traversed tens of thousands of kilometers of cosmic space and enveloped his body.

Only then did Monk Huanxi realize that he had woken up from the previous illusion and entered another illusion.

The impregnation of dark energy is only part of the reason, the fundamental reason is that powerful and evil will.

That will comes from the highest brood - the Dark One.

The other party almost dragged him into the abyss of consciousness. If he hadn't woken up, he would have sunk deeper and deeper into that illusion, staring at that delicate figure between the ice and snow cliffs for a longer time, even forever, and then he would have died naturally.

After Monk Huanxi understood this, his first reaction was not vigilance and fear, but relief.

——It turned out that His Majesty was reminding himself.

What happened that year did happen, it was not my imagination.

The question is who awakened himself from the illusion?

Is it Your Majesty?

Or the Majesty in my heart?