I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 577 Zedi Grassland
The Heavenly Sword pierced through the poisonous miasma, transforming into a streak of light and flying away in a straight line.

Jiang Wen and Lü Shiming each displayed their unique skills, following Tian Ji as they sped towards the edge of the Black Mountain Forest. Neither dared to delay, for in such a place, a single misstep could cost them their lives.

The imposing remains of the deity kept them on the edge of their seats for a long time. Even Jiang Wen, who was well-traveled and knowledgeable, was deeply shocked.

The remains of the giant spirit, the desolate jungle, the starless sky, and the undead wandering in the deep forest.

What exactly is this Black Mountain? Why has he never heard of it before? Jiang Wen pondered, deeply puzzled. Even though he had crossed time and space to reach Taicang, conquering the eight wastelands and four seas, and ruling over billions of lands in the Great Wilderness, he had never heard of, or even seen, Black Mountain.

If such a strange forbidden zone existed in the land of Tai Cang, it was impossible for him, as the second-in-command of Tianyuan City, not to know about this place.

True Dragon Candlelight, the Four Heavenly Venerables of the Righteous God Path, and the Giant Spirit God's Corpse in the Black Mountain.

This is no coincidence.

Even the statues in his divine sea are connected to these things.

Thinking of the statue, Jiang Wen suddenly remembered someone.

He contemplated how to control his physical body to escape the Black Mountain Forest, and a wisp of his consciousness entered his divine sea. In this rippling sea of ​​consciousness, a serene woman in white sat quietly beneath a divine statue.

"You've come," the woman said.

"You guessed I would come?" Jiang Wen asked.

“I am no different from you; I am a product of you,” the woman said again. “I can see everything you do outside, but you cannot know everything I do here.”

"So you should know what I'm going to ask." Jiang Wen listened to the woman's words, staring intently at her. Although she was an incarnation of his, they were now two different people.

The woman looked at Jiang Wen, then shook her head.

"We are one body; what you do not know, I also know?"

“But you are not me now,” Jiang Wen said again. “You know me, but I don’t know you. You should understand what I mean.”

"..." The woman remained silent for a moment, then rose to her feet like a lotus emerging from water. She walked slowly towards Jiang Wen, their eyes meeting just inches apart. Her cold eyes revealed no emotion, colder than ice. If an ordinary person were to meet her gaze, they would soon feel a chill run down their spine.

Jiang Wen didn't care, no matter how cold those beautiful eyes were.

“I know you think there must be something unusual about me being the statue. But I can only tell you that I was born in a state of confusion, only gaining consciousness upon seeing the brilliant seven-colored light. I am not a primordial deity, born with innate knowledge. As for the giant spirits outside, I have no way of knowing. If you come to ask me about the statue, I'm afraid you've come for nothing.” Jiang Su withdrew her gaze, her words carrying a hint of helplessness.

She knew the original's temperament; without explaining, she feared she wouldn't be able to escape. But there wasn't much of a secret involved; she, born from the statue, didn't possess much knowledge. She knew her origins and had the original's memories. If there were any differences to consider, then she was completely different from the original from the moment of her birth.

Jiang Su was chosen by the original self, so from now on she will be Jiang Su. She is no longer Jiang Wen's incarnation, nor is she Jiang Wen himself. She is simply Jiang Su, formerly known as Lu Xueqi.

“I was overthinking it,” Jiang Wen sighed. “It’s just that the secrets in this Black Mountain are too outrageous, so I can only look for more clues. You should know what the Giant Spirit God means in classical mythology. That corpse seems to be a mythological figure from our world. So I’ve always felt that this otherworldly realm might have some connection to our world.”

“That true dragon Zhuming once told me that I had the Dao Fruit Venerable Position, but I have never understood what this Dao Fruit Venerable Position is. The Giant Spirit God and Zhuming definitely came from the same place, but unfortunately Zhuming was unable to explain it either. That’s why I wanted to ask you, simply because you were born from a divine statue.”

"I'm not as powerful as you think; all I know is the origin of my birth. But I have a feeling that when your idol changes again, you'll understand many things," Jiang Su said softly, her icy expression softening considerably. In just a moment of heart-to-heart talk, the barrier between them disappeared.

Jiang Wen was surprised to hear that his idol could change. Gazing at the idol standing in the sea of ​​gods, he vaguely heard celestial music and phoenix cries. Just like when he went to Li Family Village to create the idol, that celestial music still lingered in his mind.

Listen more closely, and the celestial music fades away.

Jiang Wen stood in the sea of ​​gods for a long time, calming the surging emotions in his chest.

"Perhaps, it's not the right time yet." Nodding to Jiang Su, he prepared to leave the sea of ​​consciousness.

As she was leaving, Jiang Su pulled him aside and asked with a hint of anticipation, "When do you plan to sever your three corpses?"

Severing the three corpses is a crucial path to sainthood. Only by eliminating the three corpses can one take a further step on the path to sainthood.

When Jiang Wen established the method of severing the three corpses, he was borrowing a method from classical texts. Little did he expect that later sages would also use this method to sever the three corpses and achieve a higher realm.

However, he is still one step away from severing his three corpses, and this step is not so easy to cross. He understands Jiang Su's meaning: he wants to use his three corpses to leave the Divine Sea and thus become an independent individual. If it weren't for this method of severing corpses, it would be extremely difficult for Jiang Su to escape the Divine Sea.

"After things are settled in the capital, I may be able to reach the realm of a sage. At that time, I will definitely use the method of severing corpses to let you out," Jiang Wen promised. "You must protect my divine sense and not let any evil spirits escape in."

"Don't worry, I understand," Jiang Su nodded in response.

After speaking, Jiang Wen left the Divine Sea.

After regaining his senses, he realized that he and Lü Shiming had arrived outside the Black Mountain Forest.

"So they've come out?" Jiang Wen looked at the boundless black grassland in the distance and stopped walking. He waved his sleeve at the Sky Fencing Sword in the distance, and the Sky Fencing Sword turned and flew back.

With the contents tucked into his sleeve, Jiang Wen stood on the hillside overlooking the scene.

This seemingly lush meadow is actually the skin of a decaying corpse, with asphalt-like mud surging beneath the green and yellow grass blades.

Each blade of grass is covered with barbed, dark red hairs, and the sticky secretions from the tips of the hairs gleam with a phosphorescent, eerie green in the twilight.

The sound of the grass swaying in the wind was like the grinding of bones, and the grass roots wove a net underground. From the occasional bulge, there was a muffled sound like a drowning person scratching at a coffin.

Seven-colored miasma flowed along the tips of the grass, condensing into glassy dewdrops in the morning, evaporating into thorny rainbow mist at noon, and forming a spiderweb-like poisonous web at night.

The seemingly flat surface conceals whirlpools. Occasionally, a stray pebble will stir up a three-foot-high tongue of mud, from which a half-melted beast skull will emerge, its blood-red roots sprouting from its eye sockets and frantically devouring the light.

A layer of rainbow-colored oil film floated on the surface of the puddle, which upon closer inspection turned out to be the carcasses of millions of poisonous mayflies.

The vines hanging from the withered reeds resembled a gallows, with undigested bird feathers and scales curled up in the swollen sacs at the ends.

When the light of ignorance pierced through the thin mist, the entire swampy land glowed with a corpse-like fluorescence, and bone-like crystal pillars emerged from the depths of the mud, their bodies covered with sucker-like holes, spewing out a putrid gas carrying spores.

This is not a benevolent place, but a deadly trap that devours people.

Jiang Wen even had a vague feeling that this grassland was more dangerous than the deep forest.

(End of this chapter)