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Chapter 1692 The Seeker's Obsession
The White Bone Sect was quiet.

Everything is in order and back to normal.

Even the sect's God of Hedao began to wake up from his trance, with a hint of doubt in his heart. After carefully thinking for a long time, he did not find anything unusual. He could only keep the doubt at this moment deeply in mind and continue to practice.

No one knows that beyond cause and effect and space, the terrifying murderous intent is surging like a tide, rolling and boiling.

"These two people,"

"How do these two people know my whereabouts?"

Jiang Ding whispered coldly.

This time when he came to the upper realm, he carried out the highest standards of lurking from beginning to end. He never slacked off once, did not touch any cause and effect, and even the flow of time was greatly smoothed out, making it difficult for even the gods to find him.

If the protection of the fortune-suppressing treasure is taken into account, even the near-immortal beings may not be aware of his existence.

however!
Even with such a high level of concealment, it was still discovered by two Hedao gods, two weaklings below the gods.

This was simply terrifying, and it made one feel so violent and murderous that one almost couldn't help but want to silence the person instantly.

Past friendship?
The Great God of Love does not count, and I have no friendship with him.

In the past, the way we get along has always been that you work and I pay you, and both parties are just doing business, and there is no friendship.

Qingyun Divine Lord and Han Lin have a certain degree of friendship. In the past, the two sides have been like gentlemen, with their relationship almost being equal.

What is equality?

It's okay if it's just ordinary interests, you can make concessions and be humble.

But fellow Taoist, since you have taken the initiative to interfere with my path and affect my life and safety, please die!
Because I believe that if you were in my shoes, you would do the same.

This is equality.

Every cultivator must strive for his own path.

Since Han Lin took the initiative to affect the life safety of the Great Sun Sword Master, he must face the counterattack of the Great Sun Sword Master. This is the natural law of nature.

At one point, the two men almost died.

And death will inevitably occur instantly.

Below Daozi, no one can resist Chunyang Jianzi's deliberate sneak attack. Even if they have a celestial level life-saving backup, it is useless.

But at the last moment, Chunyang Swordsman hesitated.

"These two people,"

"Something's wrong!"

"There's something very wrong with them."

Jiang Ding whispered coldly: "They can vaguely judge where I might appear. Besides, their strength is increasing too fast!"

"Now, he has already reached the level of a disciple of an immortal sect."

"It's not that their foundation has reached the strength of a disciple of an immortal sect, but that they have the strength gained with the help of treasures or some kind of trump card. This is too weird. They are two anomalies..."

"Odd number..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Ding couldn't help but remain silent.

In the past, the great masters of the eight immortal sects of the previous generation often called him an anomaly, meaning beyond common sense.

But now, unexpectedly, I have also seen anomalies.

These two people must have incredible treasures and opportunities!
However, what is both abnormal and logical is that Da Ri Jian Zi does not have any greed or desire to seize anything. The pride in his heart does not allow him to do so and become a demon cultivator who kills people for treasures.

"My sword,"

"I can pick everything in the world, even immortals!"

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

He would never execute any living being that had not violated the laws of the immortal sect, and would never violate his own principles. Otherwise, even if he obtained a great opportunity, his swordsmanship would also come to an end, and he would no longer have the pride of swordsmanship.

And the immortal...

Jiang Ding inexplicably knew that there should be no external force in the world that could make a person become an immortal.

If you lose all the pride in kendo in your heart, then you will lose everything and sink completely.

"That's all..."

"Since you are an outlier and you didn't choose to take action at that time, then forget it."

Jiang Ding sighed.

His figure left the White Bone Sect and disappeared.

The risk level of this place has increased and it is no longer safe. We need a safer place, or at least a long way away from here.

It's just that it's an anomaly...

Anomaly…………

Before we knew it, more than a thousand years had passed.

The central area of ​​the Leiyangtian Sword Realm, in the Yanglei Area.

Two Hedao casual cultivators were being chased by a sword cultivator of the Leiyang inheritance. They fled vomiting blood, with wounds all over their bodies. In the end, they managed to escape with the help of a teleportation array that had been set up in advance.

Nearly a hundred years after the two separated to find places to heal their wounds, they finally reunited.

They looked at each other and could see the anxiety in each other's hearts.

"The upper realm is becoming more and more dangerous now."

"There's a fight between the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm and the Thunder Sun Heaven Sword Realm, there's a war between the Heavenly Beast Garden and the Seven Killings Immortal Palace, and I heard that there's also unrest among the Immortal-like races... There's simply no place that can be peaceful!"

The dark-skinned young man said indifferently.

The White-Faced God at the side did not answer his question, but walked firmly towards the gate of an unremarkable Void-Refining Sect called the Black Sword Sect. He stopped at the Sutra Library and saluted respectfully.

"Bye,"

"Tianjun!"

There was no response and he did not stand up.

After a long time, change direction and repeat the process.

There was no miracle, and as had happened countless times over the past thousands of years, one wondered if the two of them had gone crazy.

He has gone mad because he has no hope.

A few years later, the white-faced god stood up, sighed softly, and gestured to the dark-skinned young man.

This time, the dark-skinned young man did not say anything sarcastic or complain. He sighed and said, "Are you in the early or middle stage of Hedao?"

"How long has it been since your cultivation level changed?"

"Cultivation..."

The White-Faced God remained silent for a long time.

"In the middle stage of He Dao, there has been no change for ten thousand years. I have fallen into a bottleneck. This is the fate of our broken foundation. Even if we have many adventures, it ends here."

"That's what a casual cultivator is like. He has reached the limit of his life."

"Compared to the billions of creatures in the Beiyuan small world tens of thousands of years ago, we are much better off. We really shouldn't be unwilling to accept this."

“Perhaps, I should find a place now and establish a Taoist sect. Even if I cannot achieve immortality, maybe one of my descendants will be able to achieve immortality.”

"Countless years ago, the Pure Yang Patriarch of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm should have been in the same situation as us now, right?"

"This can be considered a different kind of immortality."

The Great God of Love has deduced and experienced countless times, but all of them point to a bleak outcome.

It’s so difficult to be a heavenly being.

The Supreme Immortal Sect is so terrifying.

Even though he had countless chances, he never succeeded once. It was as if he was destined to exist, and the nodes of fate were blocking his way. He could not bypass them at all. If he did, he would die instantly.

Fate has reached a dead end.

"To seek another kind of immortality..."

The dark-skinned young man was stunned.

A wild boy from the mountain village back then, has come this far, should he be satisfied?

An alternative kind of immortality, although the body dies, the sect and the inheritance will continue, and there will still be people who care about it millions or tens of millions of years later. Can such a slim hope fill the unwillingness in your heart?

Countless thoughts appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Just give up?
"Goodbye..."

"Little uncle!"

The dark-skinned young man faced one direction, saluted in a hoarse voice, and remained motionless.

This scene inexplicably reminded him of the first time they met. They were both teenagers, both mortals, and they glanced at each other inadvertently in that dilapidated temple.

It was quiet.

The dark-skinned young man continued like this for several years. He slowly stood up, looked at the person next to him, and felt sad.

"Here, not here."

"Let's go..."

The White-Faced God was about to say something when his body suddenly shook and he revealed a look of ecstasy.

(End of this chapter)