ninety thousand miles

Chapter 714 Drizzle
As the divine bird shattered, the cultivators in the Golden Flame Sea also fell to the sea surface. In the end, the Heavenly Wheel transformed into a transparent membrane, protecting the cultivators within it.

Li Chuan stood in the full moon, the leaves of the divine tree gently fluttering beside him.

He struck the teapot, and in the ripples of that sound, on the path of death, he drew the pattern of "life".

New laws rapidly emerged from the ashes of that path. Countless points and lines quickly connected and merged, forming loops that ran end to end. Past, present, and future—countless possibilities across all timelines—were displayed within these loops.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a thin mist quietly appeared above the newly formed laws. The mist silently weaved and stitched itself into the structure of the laws, gently bending them, and silently passing through pre-laid traps. Within these traps lay endless cycles; once trapped, one would exhaust all their power in the endless loop.

The newly formed laws sensed the crisis. In the scorching seawater, they expanded rapidly, and a large number of disordered and conflicting structures surged out, breaking through the fog and briefly opening up pure paths.

Finally, after countless small-scale probing attempts, the two forces collided head-on.

Amidst the seawater and the calamity, countless structures collide, entangle, manipulate, and counteract each other; induce, replicate, and oscillate; peel away and collapse...

In that still instant, Weng Xian and Ying Feng had already exchanged blows countless times.

Within the burning seawater, new laws gradually coalesced, condensing into a seed of the Dao.

However, obvious cracks appeared on the surface of this newly formed seed of Dao.

Li Chuan made his move again.

The radiance of the full moon swallowed the starlight and fell upon the newly born seed of the Dao, causing the leaves of the divine tree to fall continuously in its glow.

At the same time, the twelve Bodhi beads scattered from his hand, forming twelve recursive whirlpools in the seawater, condensing the various possibilities derived from the Dao Seed into twelve Dao Rhymes.

Return to One.

The twelve Daoist principles are condensed.

The cracks in the seed of Tao slowly healed under the influence of this force, and new shoots broke through the soil.

"Ninety thousand years ago, I obtained a withered branch at the birthplace of an ancient behemoth. I meditated on it day and night, and after twenty-three thousand years, I ascended to the upper realm. I cultivated there for another ten thousand years and finally attained the position of a true immortal."

Yingfeng's voice flowed across the burning sea.

"On the day I ascended to heaven, I left that withered branch in the mortal world and gave it new life. And today, it has given me new life once again."

The path is about to be completed, and nothing can stop it now.

"It is a key."

Upon hearing this, Weng Xian decisively withdrew his power, transforming it into a sharp nail that pierced the night.

Weng Xian cut through the ripples of the teapot's sound, swept past Li Chuan, tore apart the full moon, and nailed straight to the intersection of the nine stars' tail.

The radiance of the laws flickered uncertainly, and the essence of enlightenment was condensed within them.

Li Chuan had no choice but to avoid the attack and took several steps back. After regaining his footing, he looked up at the Nine Stars, continued to knock on the Heavenly Sound Pot, and held the Butterfly Spirit tightly in his hand.

Fine points of light appeared around the nine stars, and the Dao nails guided the Dao path and the ever-gathering calamity energy, connecting them along an invisible trajectory to form a huge net.

The thin paper that had been slightly rolled up in the whole world is gradually flattening out.

The ferry crossing stretches into the endless void, and a door quietly appears at the far end, where the sea and sky meet.

Behind the door was that beam of light.

Door……

key……

Li Chuan sensed that the butterfly spirit was trembling, as if trying to escape. He moved his hand, and the butterfly spirit calmed down. But he knew that this was only temporary.

The world has changed. Weng Xian can bypass all established laws and influence everything in the world through that subtle change.

What can counteract this is the newly born path that emerged after the change.

A path that has decayed cannot be repaired. Similarly, the broken way of Heaven cannot be repaired.

Unless a new path is born, a new great path is forged, and a new Heavenly Way is established.

The Bodhi beads returned to Li Chuan's hands.

Li Chuan understood what Ying Feng wanted to tell him, and he also understood why Ying Feng had never thought of using the Bodhi Beads to repair her path when she was hiding in the secret realm.

She had been waiting.

Finally, that opportunity arose.

After helping Yingfeng regain her life, there was little he could do left. His vision was filled with constantly shifting dots and lines. Various clues converged in his mind.

Weng Xian has descended to the mortal realm. Chi Lin must have descended as well, along with Yu Hai, the Yu Hai who disappeared from Youxi Valley, who is also hidden in this world.

The door has appeared. The key is in his hand. Weng Xian, Chi Lin, what a cunning scheme. If Ying Feng hadn't been reborn, he would have become the final link in Weng Xian's plan.

All emotion vanished from Li Chuan's eyes once again.

The sound of the kettle continued.

Yingfeng's voice rang out once again.

"Therefore, I know better than anyone what truly exists beneath the Cangwu Wilderness. I have communicated with that voice, and in its whispers, I saw the primordial darkness, the primordial life, and the primordial consciousness. This is also the beginning of my journey."

At this moment, the outer shell of the Dao Seed disintegrated like shattered stars, and endless light and fire intertwined, rotated, and stretched inside, rapidly constructing a magnificent skeleton, feathers, and wings.

A pair of sky-supporting wings that stretched across 30,000 miles of void tore through the burning seawater.

The jade skeleton and the source of consciousness, hidden in the shadows of the sea, were lifted up by this force and vanished into the foam of the waves without a sound, as if they had never existed.

Her eyes, as beautiful as the sunset, slowly opened.

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

"Okay," Li Chuan solemnly agreed.

The divine bird took flight and flew towards the net where the nine stars converged.

……

As the night was drawing to a close, it started to rain.

Raindrops fell obliquely in the starlight.

Rain falls into the sea, dissolving into countless tiny specks of light. The island's reefs are soaked by the drizzle, and moss and young grass greedily drink in the moisture; the rain seeps into the ground of the Cangwu wilderness, and life quietly spreads from the depths.

The villages were gently embraced by the rain and mist, and the rain washed the bluestone slabs clean in the depths of the streets and alleys.

The fine rain, traversing all realms and falling across the fields, gently seeped into every crevice of this broken world.

(End of this chapter)