Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 460: The Yellow Millet Dream Peach Blossom Spring Second Master's House Appears a Murderous Corpse! (4.8k, please read on)
[When you slowly open your eyes, you seem to fall into a dreamland. ]

[Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest, with no other trees in it, fresh and fragrant grass, and colorful fallen petals. ]

[At the end of the peach forest, there is a gurgling stream. Going upstream, you can suddenly see the dark green mountains. There are fertile fields in the mountains, shaded by mulberry and bamboo trees, and a clear pond, which makes you feel like you are in a world away from home.]

[Everywhere is filled with abundant vitality, even richer than in Bianjing. ]

【Mistakenly entered the Peach Blossom Spring? 】

[As you approach, you see a pond with a bright red peach forest growing beside it. Ripples on the water reflect the sunset in the sky.]

[When you come back to your senses, you will understand that this is Mr. San's destiny, "The Yellow Millet Dream".]

[Five years of borrowed time? Living in this paradise? ]

【At this time!】

[The eighth sword intent in the Niwan Palace suddenly moved strangely, as if it was about to break out.]

[Your mind moves slightly, and a sword shadow appears from the void. ]

[These are the nine swords that Master Er gave you when he ascended to heaven. You have already mastered the skills of the first seven swords.]

[Only this eighth sword can never be defeated. ]

[On the grass, the sword figure seemed different from before. ]

[The originally hazy outline gradually solidified. In the past, it was like seeing flowers in the fog or peeping at the moon in the water, but now I see the gathering and dispersing of clouds and the surging of clear air. ]

[From now on, the air currents gather like white clouds, and a clear figure, a handsome young man in white clothes, steps out from the white clouds.]

[She is dressed in white, like a pear tree in the courtyard, with her hair tied up high, her black hair floating in a ponytail, cinnabar on her forehead, and her eyes are clear and moist under her sword-like eyebrows. She does not look majestic, but has a sense of transcendence. ]

[Your eyes moved slightly. This is the Yang Spirit left behind by Mr. Er, and it has reappeared in this "Peach Blossom Spring".]

[The young man in white was also a little surprised, looking at his hands, "Is this... the third brother's dream? Sure enough, the fate is related to the practice and mentality."]

[“Third brother, I have always wanted to have a secluded place similar to the Peach Blossom Spring, but how is it possible?”]

[The young man in white lowered his eyes to examine himself, his fingertips brushing the fluttering corners of his sleeves, "It turns out... I am in a dream!"]

[“Is it the Yang God that I left behind in the human world?”]

[The young man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly chuckled: "So that's how it is. You have even calculated this step. No wonder you asked me to leave the true meaning of the Nine Swords in the Xie Family Grand View Garden."]

[He raised his head to the sky, the sword in his sleeves humming faintly: "Even if I can't cut open the gate of heaven, you have already prepared a backup plan... Ah Hong, you really have good intentions."]

[You understand in your heart that the nine swords you were taught in the Grand View Garden were all prepared by Senior Xie Hong.]

[The young man in white turned his head and looked over, his eyes seemed to be filled with flowing clouds: "Don't misunderstand, I am not his real self. I am just a wisp of residual memory, supplemented by a complete sword art inheritance."]

[A half-inch sword light condensed on his fingertips, and he said in a calm tone, "I don't know your name, but since you can understand my sword intent, you must not be an ordinary person."]

[“I have long vowed that if I were not a great cultivator and could not become number one, I would rather be buried in a grave with my sword skills.”]

[Before he finished speaking, the young man in white had a sword condensed by his soul in his hand: "This remnant soul can last for about three years. Can it comprehend the eighth sword?"]

[The boy turns into flying flowers all over the sky, "It depends on your luck..." "Pay attention!"]

[You are still pondering the meaning behind Mr. Er's words, when you suddenly see the figure in white turning into a sword and rushing towards you.]

[In an instant——]

[Before the sword reaches you, eight layers of afterimages have already appeared in the air, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, like thunder chasing lightning. You don't even have time to use the substitute of the "Yin Fu Jing", your body has already disintegrated inch by inch in the sword's will, and has been completely destroyed by the sword's will.]

【Then, the line of origin was regrouped not far away. 】

[It seems that you are in this dream, like a soul, and you can be reborn with a thought, without pain, without exhaustion, and without death.]

[Mr. Er stood with his sword on his back, his sleeves fluttering, "Now it's not the original sword intent, only the moves. In this dream, I am close to the realm I was in sixty years ago."]

[He lightly raised the tip of his sword, and a peach blossom split into eighty-six petals.]

"Try to defeat me!"

[You were slightly stunned, and you were close to Mr. Er from sixty years ago.]

[A decade ago, Mr. Er had already condensed his life force, and his three-foot sword made all the cultivators in the world bow their heads.]

[You think back to the scene when the Third Master and the Second Master fought, and you understand more and more - the realms of the ten sects in the world are already a world of difference to ordinary cultivators.]

[Just like using a whisk to sweep away mosquitoes, you can kill them with a flick of your fingers. ]

[Mr. Er raised his sword again, and the "Wind Sound" move from the Nine Swords' true meaning suddenly appeared.]

[Before the sword light arrives, the sharp sword intent has crossed the space and is approaching! ]

[Your "Yin Fu Shu" spell, the substitute just appeared——]

[The three sword intentions in the white-clothed boy's hand suddenly merged into one, transforming into a sword light as bright as the moonlight - "Demon Slaying Sword"]

[Your mind was shaken, and your body was annihilated. ]

[When he regained his focus, he saw Mr. Er leaning against a peach branch, picking up a petal nonchalantly: "What do I see in you? Is it because your eyes are blurry?"]

[You look helpless, "Come again!"]

[The sword flashes suddenly, and before three rounds have passed, you have been defeated by the sword.]

[The young man in white made a sword flower and sneered, "He only cares about the beginning and not the end, what a reckless man."]

[“Come again!”]

[This time, he barely lasted five moves, but was defeated by a single sword strike. ]

[“Oh, you’ve learned to protect your back this time.” The young man flicked the sword’s tip with his fingertips. “It’s a pity that the front is wide open.”]

[“Come again!”]

[“Tsk, a piece of peach branch is enough to get rid of it.”]

[“Come again!”]

[The boy yawned: "My talent is average..."]

[“Come again!”]

[“Never mind. I’ll give you one hand… you still need to practice.”]

[After more than ten repetitions, the sword condensed by the spirit had long been replaced by a dead branch. The young man in white leaned against the peach tree, his eyelids half closed, looking uninterested.]

[You take a deep breath, veins on your forehead throbbing faintly——]

[I suddenly miss the silent sword shadow from the past. Didn't you say that Mr. Er was as cold as a sword and as thrifty as words? ]

[Time stands still in this paradise, and the setting sun always hangs in the sky. ]

[You notice that the spiritual energy flowing through the peach forest is several times purer than that in the outside world, and every breath you take is like drinking nectar.]

【You mark the date under the peach tree.】

[Where the sword passed, ninety marks of sword marks were left on the tree trunk, all of the same depth.]

[You are not a foolish person, you naturally understand that with Mr. Er's current state, it is like an ant trying to shake a tree to defeat him.]

[Only when you practice and reach the ninth level of martial arts and your soul reaches the level of Yang God, will you be qualified to hold the sword in front of Mr. Er.]

[So after a few competitions, you should stop when you see that you are ahead and turn your attention to the word "cultivation".]

[Although the Yuan Shen was becoming more solid, it still could not touch the barrier of the Yang Shen realm.]

[You ask Mr. Er, "What is Yang Shen?"]

[The young man in white is teasing the fish in the pond with a peach branch. He plays in this Peach Blossom Spring every day, or just watches you practice out of boredom.]

[But this place is also strange, as if it really exists, the fish in the pond and the peaches on the trees are all real.]

[He raised his eyes lazily after hearing this: "My remnant soul... doesn't have any relevant memories, only a few sporadic insights, which are the result of natural development and accumulation."]

[Mr. Er drew a circle and said, "Yang Shen is a last resort for Fang Tianyu. You can understand it this way."]

[You frowned in confusion: "Is it a last resort? When the Yuan Shen is cultivated to the extreme, isn't it the Yang Shen?"]

[The young man in white rarely put away his distracted look, and the peach branches on his fingertips suddenly blossomed with a few spots of crimson: "In the Taoist "Zhonglu Chuandao Ji", Yangshen is defined as "a god of pure yang without yin". It is the state of existence when the cultivator has gone through the process of refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, and refining spirit into emptiness, and the original spirit is condensed to transcend the physical body."]

[“The combination of Xuan Dan and Yang Shen in martial arts is in line with the Taoist dual cultivation of life and death—Xuan Dan is the foundation of life skills, and Yang Shen is the culmination of sex skills, which is the achievement of life.”]

[“In the final analysis, it is still… a helpless act.”]

[You seem to understand something. You also feel that after the ninth level of Xuandan in the physical body, there should be more levels, but it seems that there is a restriction. ]

[After reaching the third level of martial arts, the true qi in the body begins to change. Instead of producing true qi in the dantian, true essence is produced to nourish the body.]

[However, this also has a drawback, that is, although the human body is mysterious, it is impossible to produce true energy continuously. ]

[A well cannot always have water, it cannot be inexhaustible!]

[Therefore, once a warrior enters the third realm of the martial arts, it is like encountering an insurmountable chasm. No matter how powerful you are, you can still crush mountains and rivers with your fists or crack the earth with your feet. In the end, you cannot escape the human limit of ninety years.]

[To break this shackle, one must turn to the way of cultivating the primordial spirit, and use the spirit to nourish the body, so as to extend one's life by several generations.]

【The reason why all the masters of the academy and the old monsters of the ten sects in the world can live for more than sixty years is because of this method. 】【"But this is not the right way after all, it is like drinking poison to quench thirst. The second master sighed slightly: "For three thousand years. No, perhaps even longer, all the living beings in this world have been searching hard, and finally walked out of the path of cultivation... the method of condensing their own destiny. "】

[He suddenly chuckled, "But it is still like floating duckweed without roots, ultimately it is all in vain, and you cannot achieve immortality."]

[“When I was thirty, I had already touched the end of this world. Only then did I realize that the world was incomplete, lacking something that could truly nourish the body and soul.”]

[Mr. Er looks at you and says, "Perhaps, the world outside the sky will be different after ascending!"]

[“Or maybe, this world will change again!”]

[After listening to this, you pondered for a moment, will you ascend? ]

[The breeze blew past, and the peach tree rustled. Ninety sword marks of the same depth and shallowness appeared on the rough trunk.]

【A full one hundred and eighty!】

[You suddenly feel your sea of ​​​​qi churning, and there seems to be a sound of tides in your body. 】

[The Dantian Qi Sea, which was originally like a clear pond, has now turned into a vast lake, and the true essence is surging in the meridians like a tide - this is a sign of success in the eighth realm of martial arts "observing the sea". ]

[To be able to watch the sea means that one has a huge amount of true essence, which can be condensed into a pill again. ]

[With a slight movement of his mind, his primordial spirit leaped out of his Niwan Palace. His previously illusory spirit body now solidified like jade, casting a faint shadow in the sunset.]

[When the soul has a shadow, it means the Ziwei Hengjie has reached its peak. ]

[Sure enough, your talent in Yuanshen cultivation is higher than that of martial arts, and it is always faster than martial arts.]

[“Huh?” Mr. Er looked at you with complicated eyes and whispered, “This kid’s training… is too fast!”]

[The young man in white said nonchalantly, "Your cultivation has improved again, which is cause for celebration. How about another competition?"]

[You gladly accept the challenge, and a golden Buddha light suddenly blooms around you. ]

[A three-meter-tall Buddha statue rose from the ground, and the newly opened lake of true energy in Dantian surged, making the Buddha statue more solemn and magnificent than before. It was a full three meters high, like a small building.]

[Suddenly, demonic energy surged, and you clenched your right hand, and a long spear wrapped in dark evil energy appeared from the void.]

[Buddha's light and devil's flames intertwine around you, forming a strange balance - the golden light is compassionate, the black energy is eerie, but they are unexpectedly integrated.]

[Mr. Er clapped his hands and laughed, shaking off the peach blossoms on the tree: "Using Buddha as the skeleton and transforming the devil into the blade? It's quite unique."]

[He flicked the peach branch with his fingertips, and a clear sword sound rang out: "It seems that when martial arts in the world reach their extreme, all methods ultimately come from the same source!"]

[“Attention!”]

~

Xie Mansion.

Xie Yuan, along with several martial arts masters who were at the third level, sneaked into the Xie family.

"Damn it, what happened to the Xie family?"

“It’s haunted.”

Xie Yuan prepared to go to the Grand View Garden to see how the old lady was doing.

The old lady still doted on him very much.

After passing through three moon gates, the pavilion on the lake of the Grand View Garden comes into view.

The lake was filled with white koi carps, and the stench of decay mixed with the smell of rain rushed straight into the nose.

Suddenly there was a splash of water, and a huge creature slowly rose from the lake.

It was... a mass of flesh as high as three stories, with a bluish-white color like corpse wax, and it seemed to be a human stomach.

The head was too small and was buried in the stomach.

The legs were too short and were stuffed into the stomach.

Dozens of corpses were stuck to her swollen belly like birthmarks. There was a maid's purple face and a young master's broken neck. As the mountain of flesh kept floating in the lake, there was a sticky splashing sound.

It emitted an incomparable stench, and Xie Guan vomited immediately.

But the sound coming from the ball of flesh was hoarse, vague and barely discernible.

"Son, where are you?"

It's creepy, like scratching the ground with fingernails.

However, Xie Yuan recognized her. This was Old Madam Xie.

He sighed. Almost all the nine major families in Bianjing were like this in the past few days, and no one knew why.

It was as if a demon had entered their body and they all turned into ferocious corpses.

Fortunately, these monsters seemed to be trapped by invisible chains and could not leave the house.

The Zhuge family was even more terrifying, with no one left alive.

However, there are still some people among the nine major surnames who have not been affected, and they are all remote and direct lineages.

Thanks to his mother's arrangement, Xie Yuan lived with the Zhang family, so he was lucky enough to escape the disaster.

Among the nine major families, most of the remote branches have already planned to evacuate Bianliang.

The gates of the academy were closed, and many ministers disappeared overnight.

What happened? No one knows.

The people of Bianjing closed their doors in their homes, and the streets were deserted, with no one to be seen.

Today, bad news came from Bian Jing again. On the Jiangnan Road, the two pillars of the Li family and their 600,000-strong army were defeated by the Red-Eyed Army.

Now, the Chimu Army is less than fifty miles away from Bianjing.

Bianjing could no longer be defended.

"Let's go find Brother Guan."

Xie Yuan withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the wriggling mountain of flesh in the lake.

Several people walked quickly along the bluestone path, passed through the corridor, and headed straight for the Xie family's west garden.

When they arrived at the gate, everyone suddenly stopped.

"What... is this?" Xie Yuan was stunned.

The small courtyard where Xie Guan lived was shrouded in a layer of light as thin as a cicada's wing, which seemed to be there and not there, like smoke or fog.

The light film completely isolates the entire courtyard from the outside world.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, but his fingertips seemed to penetrate into the void and passed through without any hindrance - he could clearly see it, but he could not touch it.

Upon seeing this, several martial arts masters behind him began to circulate their true energy, and their sword and knife energy whizzed out, but no matter whether it was the sharp chops or the powerful palm power, they were all like a drop in the ocean, not even a ripple was caused.

"Strange..." Xie Yuan frowned and walked around the courtyard several times, trying to find a flaw.

But no matter from which angle you look, the scene in the courtyard is hazy and unclear, as if covered by a layer of gauze, and even the outline is difficult to discern.

After a long while, he finally sighed and shook his head.

"Forget it. I can't get in."

"Brother Guan...you can only hope for the best."

Xie Yuan left with a few people.

When leaving from the southwest gate of Xie's house, a twisted tall black shadow suddenly blocked the road.

Xie Yuan's face turned pale instantly.

There is an old lady transformed into a meat ball in the Grand View Garden, and there is another monster lurking in the Second Courtyard!

That was definitely not a simple ball of flesh, but three intertwined corpses: at the top was Xie Yuan with disheveled hair, who could be vaguely recognized as Madam Zhao, but she no longer had the gorgeous appearance, and now had a green face and fangs.

Hanging below was a haggard middle-aged man, with a baby without facial features sandwiched in the middle.

The three corpses were twisted and entangled like mating vipers, emitting a disgusting stench.

What's even more terrifying is that this monster moves as fast as a ghost. It has been lurking in the side courtyard of the Xie family and is now following the scent of a stranger!

The three martial arts masters brought by Xie Yuan attacked immediately, but were shocked to find that ordinary swords and knives could not hurt it at all, and the corpse was harder than pure gold.

The spewing corpse fire will ignite anything it touches, and the waving claws can easily tear apart the protective qi.

The three of them covered Xie Yuan's escape.

"Master, hurry up and leave as long as you are out of Xie Mansion. This kind of monster dare not go out of the wall."

Amid screams, the three guards were torn to pieces alive.

Xie Yuan ran for his life but was caught up at the gate of the mansion. One of his legs was torn off and he barely rolled out of the threshold of the Xie family and onto the street.

Mrs. Zhao squatted on the wall and didn't dare to come out. She let out an unwilling scream, her scarlet eyes fixed on the dying Xie Yuan on the street.

But there is nothing I can do!
(End of this chapter)