Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1992 Huitian's Origins
Chapter 1993

It rained harder and harder.

At first, it was just a fine, cold rain, but now it has turned into a torrential black curtain, with thousands of murky rain lines stretching endlessly, weaving an impenetrable net between heaven and earth.

Amidst the deafening sound of rain, there was the sizzling corrosion of raindrops falling on the Heavenly Mirror, like countless poisonous insects frantically gnawing at it, making one's heart tighten.

Liu Qinghuan looked up at the endless darkness above, her fingers clenching slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

The little stone monkey, Huitian, has been gone for more than half an hour and has not yet returned.

The once lustrous and brilliant radiance of the Heaven and Earth Mirror has dimmed considerably due to the relentless erosion and scouring of the rain.

"Master," Yue Qian's voice suddenly came through divine sense: "This rainwater contains not only extremely strong corrosive properties, but also sealing power, which hinders the flow of magical power, so you must not let the rainwater touch you at all!"

Liu Qinghuan frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "How are your injuries now?"

"It's alright, it's just that my magic power is a bit low."

How could a single drop of rain have such a huge impact?

Liu Qinghuan lowered her eyes, looking warily out of the protective barrier.

The murky black water on the ground had already overflowed and accumulated to a depth of more than a hand's width, with an eerie dark light shimmering on the surface.

The corpses of those sinister ghosts that had previously pursued them had long since been completely melted away, leaving not even a trace.

And he was trapped on this tiny, solitary rock.

This forbidden area is protected by extremely strong anti-flight restrictions, making it impossible to ascend to heaven;

Beneath their feet lay stagnant, poisonous rainwater that could corrode bones and melt gold, with no way to escape underground;
All around were strange, incredibly tough rock walls that could heal themselves; there was no way out but a dead end in all directions.

The only consolation is that the Void Eater swarm is progressing relatively smoothly.

The swarming insects were relentlessly attacking the rock face, their tiny, cracking sounds filling the air. With their sharp teeth capable of devouring anything, they had carved a hole more than three feet high and half a foot deep into the seemingly indestructible rock.

The self-healing speed of this rock wall is truly astonishing. The gnawed stone layers flash with silver light and are visibly crawling and healing.

The Void Eaters had no choice but to unleash their full power, relentlessly gnawing away. As soon as one became exhausted, another would immediately take its place, not daring to rest for even a moment.

If you slack off even slightly, all your previous efforts will be in vain.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

A clear and urgent cry suddenly pierced through the thick curtain of rain.

Liu Qinghuan turned her head and saw a small, pale golden figure rushing towards them like an arrow shot from a bow, breaking through layers of dark rain from the depths of the rain.

Hui Tian's yellow fur was soaked to the bone by the rain, making him look like a drowned monkey, but his eyes were still as bright as stars. He ran and jumped around, showing no signs of being eroded by the rain.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!" Liu Qinghuan immediately called out to stop them: "You're soaking wet, dry yourself off first before you come over."

With a flick of his finger, the suspended Heaven and Earth Mirror immediately shimmered with light, and a shimmering white light screen instantly extended out, precisely enveloping Hui Tian, ​​who had rushed forward, forming an independent isolation barrier.

Hui Tian obeyed and immediately covered his head in the light screen, beginning to shake his body wildly.

Fine raindrops splashed from its fur, hitting the inner wall of the light screen and immediately producing a sizzling sound and wisps of black smoke, making one's scalp tingle.

However, this poisonous rain, which could instantly erode the protective aura and melt away the Yin Core of the ghost, did not even harm a single hair on Hui Tian's body.

After it shook off the moisture, Liu Qinghuan removed the outer layer of the insulating light barrier, allowing it to jump onto the rock beside her. She then asked, "So, did you find anything on this trip?"

"No." Hui Tian spread his hands and said, "The wall is too high, I can't climb it all." He then made a downward pressing gesture and pouted.

"It's alright." Seeing its appearance, Liu Qinghuan comforted it gently, "The anti-flying restrictions here are extremely strong, so it's perfectly normal that it can't climb up."

He then changed the subject and asked, "Did you find any trace of those ghosts that were chasing us earlier?"

“They’re dead, they all died from being soaked.” Hui Tian took out a few clitoral hoods from his bosom.

The clitoris was corroded and pitted, and two of the most damaged ones crumbled into powder with a "crack" as soon as they were pulled out.

“It seems that nothing can survive in this place,” Liu Qinghuan said, then thought for a moment, “Those ghosts must have been chasing me, but ended up getting trapped here by accident.”

He possesses the Heaven and Earth Mirror, a swarm of Void-Eating Insects, and a small stone monkey completely resistant to rain erosion.

Liu Qinghuan's gaze fell on Huitian, and doubts arose in her heart once again.

He still couldn't figure out what kind of ancient immortal stone this thing was, that it could be truly impervious to water and fire, and untouched by any evil. Not only could the poisonous rain that could corrode bones and melt gold not harm it in the slightest, but even all kinds of bewitching and soul-disrupting spells were completely ineffective against it.

He had asked several times before, but Hui Tian himself was confused and couldn't explain his origins.

It only remembered that when it first developed a faint wisp of consciousness, it was inside a giant rock in a boundless wasteland. Countless years passed, the sea transformed into mulberry fields, the wasteland changed hands, and even the surrounding mountains and rivers crumbled and were rebuilt several times, yet it remained trapped in the rock, unable to give birth to anything.

Until an old monk passed by, picked it up, and placed it in front of the Buddha.

For countless years, the old monk would sit before the stone every day, communicating with it through his spiritual senses. He not only preached to it but also gave it the Dharma name "Huitian," and instructed all his disciples to respectfully call it their senior brother.

Later, the old monk passed away peacefully when his lifespan was exhausted, but the scriptures he left behind had already been engraved into Huitian's soul, word by word.

Later, the Buddhist temple suffered a devastating tragedy. The entire ancient temple was forcibly sealed inside the Haotian Purgatory Tower, and the temple itself was thrown into the dark and sunless Stone Buddha Cave. Apart from Huihai occasionally coming down, it had never had any contact with the outside world again.

When Liu Qinghuan broke into the Stone Buddha Cave and brought it out, it had only been less than a hundred years since it broke out of the stone, and it couldn't even speak coherently.

However, he could recite the scriptures the old monk had taught him fluently, even though he didn't understand their meaning. He also learned many of the Buddhist supernatural powers left behind by the old monk without any teacher.

"Squeak! The rain has stopped! The rain has stopped!"

Huitian suddenly shouted, leaping up from the rock, pointing his claws at the sky, and excitedly jumping around on the spot.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly snapped out of her daze and looked up at the horizon.

"It's finally stopped." He drew his sword, ready to help the Void Devouring Insects.

"Let's get to work while the rain stops."

……

Outside the battle platform, all the cultivators craned their necks and stood on tiptoe to look at the platform. They were so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks, itching with desire, wishing they could rush up to the platform to see what was going on.

"What's going on inside? It's been over an hour, and there's still no movement. I'm so worried!"

"That's right! I wonder how Dao Kui is doing, whether he's fallen victim to the old ghost Xuan Yin's poisonous hand..."

"That's not right. How can it be that Dao Kui was poisoned? It's clearly that Xuan Yin Old Ghost was slightly inferior, isn't it? Look at him, ever since he was hit by Dao Kui's sword that pierced his heart, he's been sitting there without moving an inch!"

A cacophony of voices rose and fell from the crowd, all arguing about the battle unfolding inside.

In the center of the battle arena, a huge, tattered banner blotted out the sky, its surface hanging down like a black curtain, completely obscuring the scene inside.

No one could see anything inside; they could only see the figure of the Xuan Yin Ancestor sitting cross-legged on one side of the banner.

His clothes, both front and back, were already soaked with gushing blood, large patches of dark red that were extremely glaring.

His wrinkled old face was as pale as a dead man's, devoid of any color.

He wanted to go and check on Dao Kui's current situation, but he felt somewhat powerless to do so.

His natal Dharma form had been broken, and the piercing sword strike had left him severely injured. He could only sit here and focus all his energy on healing himself.

Fortunately, Xuan Yin wasn't too anxious.

That man's strength truly lived up to his reputation as a Daoist master, actually managing to force him to this point! But no matter how powerful he was, after a while, he would just turn into a puddle of spring water!

This Spring Water Pouch, capable of eroding the Dao and transforming the spirit, is a primordial treasure he obtained through painstaking scheming and means. Once trapped inside, one will find it difficult to escape the death trap of having one's Dao extinguished and one's soul destroyed.

Therefore, there is no need for him to take any action now. He only needs to wait a few more hours, and that arrogant Daoist chieftain will be completely destroyed along with his magic weapon, physical body, and soul, leaving not a trace behind.

With this thought in mind, Ancestor Xuan Yin calmly closed his eyes and regulated his breathing. He circulated his cultivation technique for more than two hours before he could barely suppress the surging injuries within his body and staggered to his feet.

He had only intended to glance casually to see if the Daoist had turned into a pool of black water, but that one glance startled Xuan Yin so much that he could no longer care about his injuries and his figure flashed into the broken banner.

Looking down from the opening of the bag, the Daoist priest, who should have been reduced to nothingness, had the Heaven and Earth Mirror above his head and black and red rainwater overflowing from his feet.

He stood steadily on a black stone carved from the wall of the bag, tall and elegant, his clothes neat and tidy. He showed no signs of injury whatsoever, let alone being corroded by the rain. Not even the hem of his clothes was wet.

Ancestor Xuan Yin's heart sank, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

In the spring water bag, a round of rain falls every hour. Judging from the depth of the water on the ground, at least two rounds have already fallen.

After two rounds of rain, he should have been reduced to a pile of bones by now, but this person in front of me didn't even look a bit disheveled!

His gaze instantly fell upon the Heavenly Mirror above Liu Qinghuan's head, and a storm raged in his heart:

This magical artifact is definitely not simple!