Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 495 The Door That Can't Be Returned

The only city in Liulitian floats above the clouds and shines brightly under the sunlight, hence the name "Liuli City".

Xu Yuanchang had seen all kinds of cultivation cities and was no longer surprised by this.

There are mountains and water in the city, waterfalls falling from the sky, and cranes and strange beasts appearing and disappearing.

He stayed in the 300-li city for more than ten days, going in and out of teahouses and taverns, strolling around treasure shops, bookstores and sundry shops, and rejected all kinds of group approaches. He kept to himself with the image of a pale-faced scholar and was familiar with all kinds of customs and practices.

A seemingly inconspicuous old man walking on the street might be a powerful person in the Ninth Heaven who is famous in the area.

Or maybe he was just an ordinary seventh-floor monk who appeared on the surface, or an explorer who came to try his luck.

Xu Yuanchang never judged people by their appearance, nor did he belittle himself. He went his own way. On a rainy morning, he descended from the clouds and headed north, avoiding various spatial layers, fractures and cracks. He traveled during the day and rested at night, and it took him five days to reach the Miaowang Peninsula.

There are large and small rocky hills along the coast for thousands of miles.

The tides rise and fall, and the beach is covered with golden sand.

There were many monks sitting cross-legged on top of the mountains, some gazing towards the sea, some closing their eyes in deep contemplation, and some dancing and chanting.

Every occupied hilltop is protected by defenses, and some rocky hills also have pavilions, attics, stone forts, etc. built on them.

Xu Yuanchang knew the rules of this place, that is, the strong can arbitrarily expel other cultivators who arrived earlier and occupy the selected hill for themselves. In order to compete for the advantageous "wait-and-see" practice hill, fights occasionally occurred, but they must not arouse public anger.

He randomly chose a low hill in the middle, as all the other good locations were occupied.

"Please let me go, fellow Daoist. I have chosen this hilltop first."

Two men flew in from the left at a low altitude. One of them was a monk in blue clothes. He very "politely" reminded the white-faced scholar who had landed on the top of the mountain and was preparing to set up the formation.

Xu Yuanchang didn't expect that such a bad thing would happen to him. Is it true that good people are bullied?

He just doesn't like bullying people. In the eyes of some guys, he seems cowardly. He will never tolerate any monk who dares to bully him and will just grin.

"Leave far away!"

The blue-robed monk and his companions were furious.

However, the next moment, a stick sword suddenly stabbed the blue-robed monk from behind without any warning.

A brilliant blue light suddenly burst out from the blue-robed monk's body. Anyone who dared to fight for strength and victory here was not an easy target. Although he protected himself in time, his back still felt like it was hit by a mountain.

The huge penetrating force caused the blue-robed monk to stagger and spit out blood, with his eyeballs bulging out.

Another man in tight clothes was startled. He felt several rays of light surrounding him. He protected himself first and quickly begged for mercy: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, fellow Taoist, please calm down. We will leave now."

The sword shadow that suddenly appeared behind him disappeared quietly.

The strong-suited man was sweating coldly on his back as he encountered a powerful and bad-tempered man.

The blue-robed monk was completely enveloped in a rapidly spinning translucent golden bell. Runes appeared on the bell and several dragon shadows swirled around. He then bowed and apologized: "I was blind and offended my fellow Taoist. Please forgive me for this one time."

Xu Yuanchang admired how quickly these guys admitted defeat, which was much faster than his own failure in using swords.

"Each of you leave a treasure behind."

The two men quickly expressed their sincerity in making apology, put down their treasures, and retreated into the distance.

They didn't dare to stay in Miaowang Peninsula any longer, fearing that they would encounter other troubles when they encountered a bandit who was well versed in the rules of survival in the Great Wilderness Mountains and pretended to be a pig to eat a tiger.

Xu Yuanchang collected the two treasures and decided to be a villain to the end. He looked at the hills on both sides where people were watching the excitement, pointed to the right casually, and said, "Please make way. I'm not in a good mood today. I need to change the environment."

On the hill on the right was an old man in black. He cursed the two guys who had caused the trouble and made him take the blame. After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, he felt that he could not beat the pale-faced scholar. He laughed and said, "It's an honor. Hu also wants to change his position. Please come up, fellow Taoist."

He bowed in a very solemn manner, put away his formation equipment, left the hilltop, and flew towards the empty hilltop in the distance on the right.

The monks on several nearby hilltops stared straight ahead at the sea, not even slightly moving in the direction of the scholar.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter to you, just hang it up high, everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door.

Xu Yuanchang looked normal. He set up a formation on the top of the mountain and released his clones and fire spirits to guard secretly. He took a cushion and placed it on the reef. He sat cross-legged facing the sea, his eyes fixed on the "Miaowang Gate" that was faintly visible between the sea and the sky.

According to legend, the magical portal hidden in the sea is "different people have different opinions".

Some people have been watching for decades and suddenly have an epiphany and break through the bottleneck; some have learned mysterious magical powers and secret techniques from it; some have seen their inner demons grow and their cultivation be ruined; some have wasted their time and wasted their years, and there are many strange things going on.

However, there are still a lot of people coming to watch.

Those cultivators who can cultivate to the seventh floor or above all believe that they are blessed with good fortune, so why would they give up so easily?

Xu Yuanchang stared at it for a while, but nothing happened.

He closed his eyes, circulated his mind and slowly adjusted his breathing to eliminate the invisible evil energy in his body.

He adjusted himself to a state of tranquility. Half an hour later, he felt calm and at ease, without any desires or requests. With the breeze around him, he slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at the Miaowang Gate vaguely visible on the horizon.

His eyes were empty as if nothing was in sight, reflecting the ever-changing clouds in the sky.

After a long time, the whole world became vast and boundless, with only him left.

I have nowhere to rely on, and I feel like it's floating in the air, as if it's real or unreal.

People come and go on the Miaowang Peninsula, but time is eternal and keeps flowing.

……

Take a leisurely look at Qingping Hall.

Zeng Xiyue rushed into the side hall like a gust of wind and shouted, "Grandpa, guess what day it is today? If you guess correctly, you will be rewarded. If you guess incorrectly, you will be punished."

She pestered Uncle Xue to travel to the five ancient cities in Yuxu Territory.

With the protection of Uncle Xue with supreme magical powers, she boldly took the starry sky teleportation array and walked to the edge of the dangerous area, satisfying her curiosity for adventure.

It has only been less than twenty years since he returned to the sect from Yuxu Territory, and he does not usually practice seriously.

When she came back, her mother was just about to go into seclusion, preparing to reach the seventh level.

Her father was busy with sect affairs and didn't pay much attention to her practice and study.

Zeng Wanglou put down the ancient medicine book in his hand and guessed with a smile: "You picked up a treasure? The black spirit came out? Your Madam Liu came back from the flower world? ... None of them, that's hard to guess. Grandpa, accept the punishment, do you want the elixir or the treasure?"

"You can make a wild guess. For example, the master warned me not to break through within 150 years."

Zeng Xiyue excitedly gave the indication, she had been counting the days on her fingers.

"Oh, it's due today. Time flies."

Zeng Wanglou suddenly understood, and asked with a smile: "Then why don't you go into seclusion and break through quickly?"

Zeng Xiyue turned around proudly, her skirt fluttering like flowers, her whole body shining with light, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth swarmed towards her. By the time she stood still, her elixir had been shattered and she had achieved Nascent Soul, and in an instant she was promoted to the fifth level of cultivation.

She had waited too long for this moment.

Zeng Wanglou was amazed at what he saw. The little girl was so talented, he had never seen such a girl before.

Fortunately, the sect master restricted Xiyue from breaking through for one hundred and fifty years. Otherwise, at such a speed of advancement, she would have almost comprehended the power of rules and reached the seventh level.

More haste, less speed. Without the experience of life, cultivation will be a castle in the air. Zeng Wanglou advised: "Xiyue, you are at the fifth floor stage, you need at least a hundred years to settle down, don't rush forward too quickly."

"Then I'm going to go out and play. I'll go to Wuliu Mountain to find Aunt Nie and go to the Flower Realm to find Lady Liu. Otherwise, it'll be too boring."

The little girl took the opportunity to act coquettishly and negotiate conditions.

For her, practicing Buddhism was too easy; reading and writing were troublesome.

"Okay, okay, stop shaking. You can go out to play, but you need someone to lead you. You can't ride the cross-border teleportation array by yourself."

Zeng Wanglou didn't want to use the old method to restrict the development of the little girl's talents, so he smiled and agreed.

At this time, a talisman light flew over. He took it and looked at it, then said with a smile: "Come on, Grandpa will take you to see someone. He is your new second uncle. His cultivation path is quite difficult. It took him nearly 1,400 years to ascend from the lower world. You, a girl, are in a blessed place but you don't know how to appreciate it."

"Who? Good God, this is too long ago."

Zeng Xiyue already knew that her parents, grandfather and others had all gone through hardships to ascend to the upper realm from the lower realm.

The older generation often taught her to "endure hardship and stand hard work", and she has calluses on her ears from hearing it so much.

She did not have any empathy for "suffering" and felt that practicing Buddhism was too easy. Is it really that hard and difficult?
She once suspected that her father and her mother were just trying to endure the hardship.

Zeng Wanglou flew to the main peak with the little girl, with a look of admiration on his face, and said to himself: "Dong Xing has no aptitude for cultivation, none at all, it's really not easy!"

He seldom admired someone. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he had once instructed the young Dong Xing when he was just a mortal.

"what?!"

The little girl's eyes widened with shock.

I immediately felt that the second uncle whom I had never met was an extremely ruthless person.

Landing in front of the Dudengshan Hall, he followed the old ancestor into the hall. The hall was filled with noise and all the high-ranking officials in the sect were present. They surrounded an old man in a green robe with a weathered face, and exclaimed in admiration.

"Brother, Master and Senior Brother are not in the sect?"

"Master has been in the Sinking and Floating Region for fifty years, and we don't know when he will return. Senior Brother is currently busy, and it will take another twenty or thirty years before he can go out and travel."

Zeng Shanlang explained in a low voice, feeling quite pleased that his fellow apprentice brother was able to ascend to heaven before his lifespan ran out.

When Dong Xing saw the old man wearing a gorgeous crown coming in, he quickly stepped forward and bowed, "Disciple Dong Xing, I'm here to greet Master Zeng. It's been over a thousand years since we last met, but you're still as charming as ever."

"Get up quickly."

Zeng Wanglou stretched out his hands to support her, and laughed, "You have created a miracle, your master will be proud of you!" Pointing at the little girl, he said, "That is Shan Lang's daughter."

"Xiyue pays respect to Second Uncle-Master."

"Okay, okay, brother, there is someone to take over your legacy."

……

In Yuxu area, thousands of miles east of Hengfeng ancient city, there is a void sword cave.

Yu Fengwu's whole body was filled with sword energy. She swung her sword in mid-air, like a flash of lightning across the sky. "Puff", she killed the last hundred-foot-long giant beast that rushed towards her. Watching the beast shatter into black gas and dissipate, she stood on the bare mountain top and slowly retracted her sword energy.

"The power of the sword's heart condenses into rules, and the rules condense into the origin."

Murmuring, sitting on the ground.

She secluded herself for decades, experienced the brink of life and death many times, and simplified everything she had learned.

I finally touched the surface of the Dao of Transformation and understood the relationship between the origin and rules that my master had explained before.

Observe the realm of swords in all things, and understand the way of swords by observing the heaven and earth.

Once she consolidates what she has gained from the sword cave, she can go to the sinking and floating area and travel through the nine heavens.

She had over-thought the poison of the origin of Shintoism. Her sword energy was like a curtain and her sword heart was unmatched. No matter what kind of poison it was, such as the divine spell or the soul-losing spell, she could break it with one force and without fear.

……

Miaowang Peninsula, rocky hilltop.

Xu Yuanchang was immersed in the vast years of heaven and earth. For fifty years, he remained as calm as a rock, unaffected by wind, rain and time. Finally, he saw an ancient circular gate with four legs and three holes, standing tall and upright, gradually becoming clear from the rolling clouds.

As if receiving an invisible call, Xu Yuanchang stood up and walked through the clouds towards the legendary Miaowang Gate.

Each step was several miles long, and golden ripples appeared under the feet.

Xu Yuanchang maintained a trace of clarity in his heart, and let the invisible divine light of creation linger around his soul.

Both his master and Mu Xiaoxiao had warned him not to get lost in "Miaowang Forgetting the Dao", otherwise he would sink into becoming a spirit that did not know the way home, wandering in Miaowang Gate until the long years dissipated between heaven and earth.

The danger and opportunity of seeking the truth are often only a fine line apart.

After walking for a long time, we finally approached the towering ancient gate, with auspicious clouds floating in the air and fairy music in the distance.

Xu Yuanchang felt the omnipresent fluctuations of Taoism and the rise and fall of mysterious and indescribable inspiration. Deep down, he wanted to sit down and ponder and comprehend it carefully, but he couldn't.

The ancient gate is a thousand miles wide, and there are monks meditating on many auspicious clouds, bathing in the brilliant light.

He knew that those monks who were obsessed with Taoism would hardly have a chance to leave his sect.

This is a world where it is difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Carrying the will of heaven.

His master had told him that it was very simple to awaken a person, all one had to do was entangle him with the power of rules. The divine light of creation was actually a kind of fire of rules, but most of the awakened cultivators were unwilling to leave, and some could no longer leave.

The destination of wonderful hope is not to leave heaven and earth.

Xu Yuanchang also met a few monks who were wandering outside the door like him, and the two sides nodded and smiled at each other.

Being immersed in the fluctuations of Tao, even if one does not comprehend them, the benefits to a cultivator will be self-evident if one stays there long enough.

Wandering among the rosy clouds, Xu Yuanchang suppressed the inspiration that was constantly rising in his heart. He didn't know how much time had passed before he met a woman in tattered clothes under the ancient gate.

"...I can't go back. I can't go back to Wuliu Mountain. I really can't let it go."

The woman muttered in a low voice, attracting the attention of Xu Yuanchang who was passing by.

He had seen many cultivators who had turned into spots of light and fallen. He carefully identified the woman's decayed appearance and blurted out, "Ling Fangchen, Senior Sister Ling!"

Unexpectedly, the senior sister who had been missing in Wuliu Mountain for more than a thousand years was trapped in Miaowang Gate.

The woman sitting cross-legged on the auspicious cloud raised her head and asked hesitantly, "Who are you? I have no impression of you."

Xu Yuanchang couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Senior Sister Ling was in a very bad condition, and he was in a dilemma whether to save her or not.

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(End of this chapter)