I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 663 Tiankeng
Stepping onto this sacred land again, one finds oneself surrounded by the vast expanse of black water.

The once turbulent lake surface fell into calm, as if the great wind and waves had never existed, which was truly amazing.

"I don't know how much time has passed." Jiang Wen looked at the still silent and desolate scenery of the holy land, thinking that he had stayed in this holy land for quite a while. He had experienced many strange things, but in the end, the gains were not small.

As he walked along the road toward the River of Wanderings, what he saw along the way surprised him somewhat.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Su asked curiously, "Taixu, what did you discover?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that the scenery of this holy land seems to have changed a bit." Jiang Wen stared at the crimson withered grass growing at his feet, a hint of interest in his eyes.

He pointed to the ground, and several clumps of withered grass flew into his hand. He showed them to Jiang Su, then pointed at the withered grass and said, "Can you tell what's different about them?"

Jiang Su glanced at the withered grass, a slight feeling stirring within her. In the end, she shook her head, indicating that she didn't quite understand the difference between the two.

“When I came, this withered grass looked like this. But it didn’t have this new look.” Jiang Wen pulled a tender green sprout from the scarlet withered grass and let it rest in his palm. “This is a desolate place, how could there be new life? But this new sprout is different; it contains vitality.”

"So, Taixu, you believe this desolate place is changing?"

"No, it's already changing. Perhaps it's because we've completely absorbed the divine blood from the Five Internal Organs Heaven and Earth, and the source of the black water no longer flows out to pollute this land, that these withered grass clippings can undergo such a change." Jiang Wen lowered his palm, letting the grass clippings dance in the air. Sensing something, he could faintly perceive a wisp of spiritual energy quietly flowing into the sacred land.

The heart is the master of the five viscera and six bowels, the abode of the spirit. It is the ruler of the body and the master of the mind, issuing commands without receiving commands from anyone else.

Therefore, the heart is also known as the monarch organ.

Even among the gods, the heart is the sovereign of the five internal organs.

Therefore, their actions within the inner world of the filth also happened to affect this sacred land. Even this fallen immortal was somewhat affected.

Although he didn't know how things would change, Jiang Wen felt that things were generally moving in a positive direction.

The polluted ginseng fruit tree was removed, and the boundless lake of divine blood was purified. The black water has no source and is unlikely to change for at least a century.

The heart that transformed into an island is still full of spiritual energy, and it will likely change the environment of the entire blessed land.

"That's good news." Jiang Wen told Jiang Su what he was thinking, and the woman smiled and nodded gently.

“What Taixu has done is of great good, and all living beings in the Hundred Streams should offer sacrifices to you.”

"Let's forget it, I can't afford it," Jiang Wen waved his hand and laughed. "Besides, I'm not that interested in becoming a god through incense offerings. I'd rather follow my own Golden Core path."

Jiang Suxing followed the path of achieving divinity through incense offerings, and she naturally understood the limitations of this path. Hearing Jiang Wen speak like this, she couldn't help but sigh slightly.

“Taixu is right, the path to godhood through incense offerings is indeed nearing its end. If I could, I would not want to take this path.”

“You have already used the ginseng fruit to rebuild your physical body. If you wish, you can certainly resume your cultivation of the Great Dao. However, having given up the path of becoming a god through incense offerings, your strength is likely greatly diminished, and it won't be easy for you to recover,” Jiang Wen said.

"My cultivation came out of thin air, so it doesn't matter if it's damaged," Jiang Su said quietly. "After all, one becomes a god through incense offerings, and that requires incense offerings to continue. If one day no one worships me anymore, my cultivation will also be greatly damaged, and even my soul will be difficult to stabilize."

"That's the best way to think. After a few days, you can return to the temple and focus on your cultivation there. From now on, the affairs of opening the temple and receiving pilgrims will be entrusted to you," Jiang Wen said with a smile, revealing his thoughts.

Jiang Su was of the same lineage as him, so it would be ideal if she could take charge of the Taoist temple. He wouldn't have to worry about those demons causing trouble anymore; after all, a reliable person was still needed.

Although Yan Gongli was reliable, she was somewhat lazy by nature. She didn't care much about those troublesome fox spirits, or even her own cultivation.

I wonder how everyone has been lately. Speaking of which, Jiang Wen misses everyone a little.

With a beautiful woman by your side on the road, the journey will naturally be much faster.

While chatting with Jiang Su, Jiang Wen discovered that she was still very different from himself. Although they shared the same origin, she was ultimately a deity born under the influence of incense offerings. The goddess that people envisioned was appropriately embodied in her.

To put it simply, Jiang Su was merely a deity incarnation who inherited some of Jiang Wen's memories. Passing through a dense, ancient forest of withered trees, they came upon the ruins of a village in the distance. The two moved swiftly, covering the hundred-odd zhang (approximately 333 meters) in the blink of an eye.

Arriving at the ruins, Jiang Wen looked around but saw no trace of the undead.

Walking along the path into the mountains and forests, after several twists and turns, we soon came to see the small village.

The village was quiet, as if no one was there.

Stepping inside, the village was utterly peaceful. The hustle and bustle of the past was gone, and not a sound could be heard.

"Nobody here?" Jiang Su asked doubtfully.

"I don't know where they went." Jiang Wen glanced around, taking in every detail.

There were no signs of disorder in the village, so it couldn't have been ambush. Everything, from tables and chairs to farm tools, was orderly. It was unclear why these people, who didn't need to eat, would use farm tools.

The room was orderly, and it didn't seem like someone had left in a hurry.

It looks like the whole village went out to visit someone, and not a single person was left.

“Since they’re not here, let’s go,” Jiang Su called out.

“No.” Jiang Wen shook his head, pointing to a dried bloodstain in a corner not far away. “There must be some secret hidden in this village. We should go and take a look.”

"But do you know where they're going?"

“I have a solution,” Jiang Wen said with a smile.

Although divine sense cannot be used in this sacred place, some secret techniques can still be performed.

Jiang Wen then took out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve and placed it in his palm. He chanted, "Heaven and earth, yin and yang, all living things, by my decree, with this talisman as my witness, with this incense as my guide, I summon the soul here, to quickly reveal its form. So be it!"

After the incantation, the origami transformed into a flying crane, hovering in the air and flapping its wings.

"So that's the kind of magic." Jiang Su smiled. "I had forgotten."

"It's just a few tricks." Jiang Wen pointed at the flying crane, which flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.

The two followed behind, traveling all the way.

Traveling at a distance, about a hundred miles from the village.

The further you go, the more desolate it becomes, with blood-like streaks of substance congealing on the bare earth.

Jiang looked up and saw towering mountains like a forest.

Although he didn't know where he was, he could sense that something was wrong. Although it was a mountain range, it had a feeling of hell.

With a slight frown, Jiang Wen summoned the Four Symbols Sword Formation to protect the two of them.

As you enter the mountains, you see rugged, scarlet rocks.

After jumping onto a mountain peak a hundred feet high and looking down at the mountain range, Jiang Wen was also somewhat shocked.

Amidst the vast mountains, a crimson sinkhole emerged. Its size was unknown, stretching endlessly.

Within the sinkhole, countless corpses lay scattered. Jiang Wen couldn't count how many people, or rather, how many corpses, were contained within.

(End of this chapter)