ninety thousand miles

Chapter 712 Flow
The past, present, and future—a myriad of possibilities—intertwine and churn in the river.

Li Chuan's gaze swept lightly across the river. When his gaze lingered on a particular scene or figure, the scene in that tributary would become bright and stable. But when he looked away, the scene would distort, split, and return to chaos.

He followed the lines of cause and effect, and the lines of reverse cause and effect, ultimately arriving at the same ending—

The calamity's energy shattered the boundary, the Abyss of the Heart exploded once more, and a blinding curtain of light surged forth like a tidal wave, its colossal surge destroying all laws. But in the end, a silent, profound darkness swallowed it all, once again dominating this world.

"Two choices."

Yingfeng's voice flowed into his ears.

"Our first choice is for me to join forces with you to help Weng Xian achieve his wish."

“Impossible,” Li Chuan said.

"The second option is to trigger the calamity energy and cause the Heart Abyss to explode right now."

"And the third one?" Li Chuan asked.

Yingfeng said to herself, "I prefer the first option."

"He devoured your path, and you want to help him instead? Have you been possessed?" Li Chuan withdrew his gaze from the river and looked at Ying Feng again.

"To align one's own path with the Heavenly Dao—such a feat is beyond the power of the Upper Realm to repeat. Most of those immortals who achieved Dao have already perished, including me. You've seen it; I'm merely clinging to life. As of now, only Immortal Weng remains capable of influencing the Heavenly Dao." Yingfeng's tone was devoid of any emotion.

"Relying on the Tai Su Domain?" Li Chuan asked.

Yingfeng nodded, "I was in the midst of it, and that's why I was able to see all the changes and the truth. He must have tried to interfere with the Heavenly Dao's judgment using the Tai Su Domain, and he succeeded."

"Is it to prevent cultivators from ascending to immortality?" Li Chuan asked.

“Perhaps,” Yingfeng said. “Wengxian’s Tai Su Domain contains enough possibilities to constantly clash, merge, and reconcile.”

“I think… the moment Weng Xian realized that there was a gap in the Heavenly Dao, he made up his mind. He did not place his hopes on his descendants or his enemies. He only believed in himself. He was determined to do what no one before him had ever done, to reach a realm that no one before him had ever reached, to break free from the shackles of the Heart Abyss, and to go to a wider world.”

“He devoured my path. Therefore, I was able to see him break free from the abyss of the heart. So, I was able to help him achieve his wish without any reservations.”

“Even if he gets what he wants, he might not necessarily turn against that light or the gods and demons. He colluded with other races, used their power, and sacrificed the entire world to benefit himself. No matter how you try to beautify his words and deeds, you cannot deny this fact: he is a sinner,” Li Chuan said, his tone as calm and emotionless as Ying Feng’s.

"Do you have a third option?" asked Yingfeng Zhenxian.

Li Chuan said, "I want to mend the gaps in the Heavenly Dao."

“You’re missing something,” Yingfeng said.

“Time,” Li Chuan said.

“That’s right,” Yingfeng said.

Li Chuan said, "It's not too late now. If we can stop Weng Xian now, we'll have more than three thousand years. I will go to the Nine Thousand Miles High to mend the gap in the sky."

“It’s impossible to stop now; he has reached that point. Weng Xian’s power is to use the false to become the true, which is why… he is able to accommodate so many paths.” Ying Feng said.

The light of the nine stars shone on the eleven ferry crossings.

"Why should the lower realm forget the great calamity of gods and demons?" Li Chuan asked. "If the Xuanmen knew what they would face 30,000 years later, perhaps everything would be different."

“Jiufeng believes that would lead to certain death,” Yingfeng replied.

“I don’t agree,” Li Chuan said.

“That’s already beyond redemption,” Yingfeng said.

“I also disagree; we’ve reached a dead end,” Li Chuan said.

Yingfeng's voice flowed like a river, "Because what you have seen and felt so far is all an illusion that the immortals have painstakingly maintained. Once Haotian, Guihong, and Songfengzi, the three immortals, are no longer able to maintain the balance of the cycle of heaven and earth, the illusion of peace will shatter in an instant. Then, the calamity energy will surge out, and countless demons will be born in the surging calamity energy. The chaotic world will come and last for thousands of years. After the chaos, everything will end."

"Then comes rebirth. The rebirth of this world." "This world is not afraid of that light; it can repeat itself infinitely, even incorporating that light into its long and eternal cycle. What is afraid is us."

She said, "Therefore, I hope there is someone who can transcend. It could be an immortal. Before he merges the past 30,000 years ago with the future 3,000 years later, countless immortals will try to stop him, but after he achieves this, many immortals will stop."

“But that’s not what I see,” Li Chuan said.

He stretched out his hand, and the river condensed into a crystal, floating in his palm.

Within the crystal, there is a mountain, the Locust Mountain.

Inside the Temple of the Divine Warriors, the Locust Mountain that Li Chuan had seen appeared within the crystal. A drop of water pierced the sun, slid onto the Locust Mountain, and transformed into a wisp of shadow, which continued to accumulate and expand until it enveloped the entire main peak…

The main peak broke.

"This is the beginning of everything," Li Chuan said.

Then, a figure appeared in the crystal, seemingly ordinary, yet extremely imposing.

“Tian Su.” Ying Feng recognized the person.

At this moment, the countless tributaries no longer displayed the myriad aspects of time and space and the rise and fall of all things, but instead transformed into countless fragments related to Tian Su, revealing the roads he had traveled, the scenery he had seen, and the battlefields he had fought on...

The river trembled with a hum, making the crystals shine even brighter.

Finally, everything froze at the moment when Tian Su stood under the shimmering white light curtain, looking back at Zhongshan.

“Okay,” Yingfeng said.

Li Chuan understood that these words were not spoken to him, but rather to the ancient immortal Tian Su, traversing countless times.

Yingfeng released her fingertips lightly, and the twelve Bodhi beads flew towards Li Chuan along the ripples of the river, falling one by one into the Bodhi beads in his hand.

“Li Chuan, I’ll give you time,” Yingfeng said.

The final Daoist energy from the Bodhi bead surged into Li Chuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Return to One.

In the endless journey, sparks exploded, and water flowed out in all directions like boiling liquid light.

The seawater of the Golden Flame Sea filled up again and burned. The blue lotuses that bloomed in the crevices of the seabed turned to ashes in the flames.

The fat cultivator and the others looked down and saw Li Chuan standing on the burning sea, striking the Heavenly Sound Pot again and again.

The gentle, melodious sound of the teapot continued to spread outwards.

When reviewing the past, one should turn one's head and look towards the eye of the ocean tide.

The seawater of Jiuhai rippled with the sound of the kettle.

"Second Brother." Pang Sanqian poked the second brother, who was staring blankly with his hair hanging down.

Gong Er blinked. "What's wrong?"

"I think I heard my elder brother's kettle sound."

Gong Er listened intently, "No, it must be your imagination... No, I heard it, it's the sound of Big Brother's teapot!"

surge.

Li Chuan indifferently traced the character "涌" (yong, meaning surge) in the ripples of the teapot's sound.

(End of this chapter)