You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 506 Rescue
In the early spring drizzle, a young man named Jiang Qiu, wearing a green gown, stood by the lake. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, as if he was the toughest tree in the mountains, unmoved by the wind and rain. His black hair was slightly wet, sticking to his thin face, adding a bit of fragility, but without losing the manliness of his fortitude.

His eyes were like the moon in the autumn water, clear and deep, as if they could see through the deepest secrets of people's hearts. His thick eyelashes trembled gently, and every blink was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, rippling the surface. His eyes were focused, as if he was staring at the blurred shadows of the mountains in the distance, revealing his desire for the unknown world and his determination to explore.

On both sides of his face, his long eyebrows were slightly raised, making him look both childish and heroic. His nose was high and his lips were slightly upturned, revealing a barely perceptible smile, which showed his expectation for the future and his calm confidence.

Although he was dressed simply, his calmness and elegance could not be concealed in his demeanor. His slender fingers gently stroked the willow branches beside him. His movements were gentle and skillful, just like a scholar walking out of an ancient painting.

The surrounding environment formed a sharp contrast with him. Raindrops on the lake surface stirred up circles of ripples, willow trees on the shore swayed gently, and tiny catkins drifted like snowflakes. All of this seemed to be carefully arranged for his appearance, and he, in this painting, became the most vivid stroke.

It was completely different from the old appearance seen before. Yes, after he came to the third heaven, he continued to age with the passage of time. Even when he finally arrived at the holy land of the demon clan, he was already very old and almost at the end of his life.

But now it seems that he has returned to the situation when he had just been promoted from the second level. In other words, his experience over the years was actually an illusion.

From a certain perspective, the third heaven is an illusion. In fact, there are not so many monsters, nor is there a so-called holy land. This is the illusion itself. The so-called goal of finding the fourth heaven is the result derived from the illusion.

Now, Jiang Qiu understood: "The test of the third heaven is actually the illusion itself. Those who have advanced over the years must walk out of the illusion if they want to continue to upgrade. Those who cannot walk out will be trapped in a cycle and will never be able to get out for the rest of their lives."

Thinking of this, he cleared his mind and followed the trajectory of blood binding to find the location of the Nine-tailed Fox, One-tail, and Axiong.

Soon, he closed his eyes and found the result.

A woman with nine snow-white tails growing from her hips. She has a pair of black, shining eyes that seem to be able to see through the hustle and bustle of the world and directly see into people's souls. Whenever the night falls and the stars twinkle, her eyes are like the brightest stars in the night sky, flashing a deep and mysterious light. Her eyelashes flutter like a fan, and every blink seems to be telling an unknown secret.

Her eyebrows were slender yet gentle, like willow leaves gently lying on her lively eyes. When she was deep in thought, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, like fallen leaves in autumn water gently stirring the tranquility of the lake; and when she smiled, a hint of smile rippled between her eyebrows, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, sparkling.

Her face seemed to be born to complement these eyes, with skin as white as snow, a straight nose, and rosy lips. However, the most attractive thing was her eyes, which were an indescribable expression, with the purity of a girl and the charm of a mature woman, as if it was the perfect combination of moonlight and roses.

She stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, the breeze gently brushed her long hair, her posture was as graceful as a willow branch swaying in the wind, showing the softness and charm of an oriental woman. A lavender dress fluttered gently in the sunset, complementing her ethereal temperament. The surrounding scenery seemed to have become her beautiful foil, and she was the most moving part of this painting.

As Jiang Qiu led him, the other party emerged from the boundless illusion, and then gradually opened his eyes. The moment he saw Jiang Qiu, his confusion was swept away, and he even revealed a hint of sadness: "Master."

In her illusion, Jiang Qiu's figure could not be seen. Not every illusion of the demon clan was beautiful. From her perspective, there seemed to be no story worth reminiscing about.

It is also the template of the Fourth Heaven, but she may be just an ordinary demon who has wandered around and lost her master, waiting for someone in her dream to take her away to the Fourth Heaven. She has experienced this reincarnation thousands of times, and it was not until now that she was finally brought out and met the master she missed day and night again.

Even the cold-hearted nine-tailed fox could not forget the boy who had led her out of the primitive ancient forest. The bond between them had already surpassed blood. If she lost Jiang Qiu, she would be lonely for the rest of her life and die alone.
Since she couldn't go back to the Second Heaven or even the First Heaven, she had to either move forward or stay here until she died. There was no turning back.

A person's loneliness is an incurable poison.

Jiang Qiu rubbed her head and comforted her: "It's okay, I will take you to the fourth level."

After so many years of illusion cycle, he gradually felt sad about his experience with the Nine-tailed Fox and others. Although he always fantasized about things with [Snow], as the illusion woke up, the memory faded away again. Now he was just melancholy that everyone was experiencing the illusion, the third heaven, alas.

Then, he started looking for the next person, Yiwei.

She is like an exquisite painting, quietly displayed in front of the world. Her eyes are dark and deep, like the stars in the night, shining with the light of wisdom. Her eyelashes are like a fan, gently sweeping across, and every blink of her eyes reveals endless charm. When she stares at you, there is both expectation and determination in her eyes, as if she can penetrate your soul and understand everything about you.

Her eyebrows are like the outline of distant mountains, slightly raised, showing both heroism and feminine beauty. There seems to be a story of thousands of mountains and rivers hidden between her eyebrows, and every slight raise of her eyebrows can arouse endless reverie in others.

Her face is like a finely crafted work of art, with fair and translucent skin that seems to reflect the blush of peach blossoms. Her nose is straight and delicate, and below it is a pair of lips as delicate as roses. When they open slightly, they seem to exude the breath of spring. Her posture is soft and powerful, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, showing both flexibility and elegance. Her long hair falls down like a waterfall, and every strand of hair seems to contain the essence of moonlight, exuding a faint luster.

She was in an elegantly decorated study room, with bookshelves filled with all kinds of books. The fragrance of ancient books and the faint scent of tea intertwined to create a quiet and intellectual atmosphere. She wandered in this sea of ​​books, and every time she flipped through it, she seemed so serious and focused, as if the whole world was slowly unfolding in front of her, and she only needed to touch it lightly to appreciate the mysteries in it.

The whole world is just in the palm of his hand. Jiang Qiu pulled lightly, and the tail woke up as if from a dream, and emerged from the illusion. It was in a trance for a moment, and then shouted the word "Master".

Compared to the illusion, it is naturally better for her to continue to the fourth heaven, because the third heaven is illusory and there are no living people. The too much suffering she saw was very tormenting to her mind.

Looking back to the time when I first entered the third heaven, I thought that my reputation as the Nine-tailed Fox God had been extinguished in the first heaven, countless believers had died, and the world was cleansed again.

At that time, in the First Heaven, in the desolate ruins, the statue of the nine-tailed fox stood alone. Its once magnificent figure was now only broken and broken, and its stone skin was eroded by the years and weathered into a mark of time. The nine tails, once flying in the sky, now can only hang quietly, as if carrying endless sorrow and secrets.

The afterglow of the setting sun casts a long shadow on the statue. The nine-tailed fox's eyes seem to still have a trace of its former brilliance, but more of it is confusion and sadness about this desolate world. The statue is surrounded by scattered stones and withered vegetation. The weeds are untrimmed and grow willfully, almost submerging it.

The air was filled with the smell of dust, and occasionally the wind blew by, blowing up the dust and spinning around the statue. The nine-tailed fox seemed to be recalling the prosperity of the past, the temple fairs that belonged to it, the prayers of believers, and the innocent laughter of children, but now, everything has dissipated in this dead silence.

As night fell, the stars in the sky began to twinkle. The moonlight sprinkled on the statue, casting a mysterious veil on this abandoned world. The nine-tailed fox statue looked even more desolate in the night. It seemed to be waiting for something, perhaps hoping that a glimmer of life would appear again.

However, it seems that this desolate place will never be able to regain its former bustle and vitality. The legend of the nine-tailed fox has faded from people's memory, leaving only this lonely statue and the echo behind it that is gradually fading away in the long river of history.

This was the scene I saw for the first time in the illusion cycle. I don’t know how many times it cycled before the memory of it gradually faded away. Until now, I have walked out of it and am immersed in the scenery of the holy land.

Yes, surrounded by mountains, there is a forgotten holy land of the demon race. It is far away from the hustle and bustle, spring-like all year round, and picturesque. A clear stream meanders through, the gurgling water seems to be telling an ancient legend. Clusters of exotic flowers and plants grow by the stream, they emit a faint fragrance, refreshing.

Looking up, towering old trees stand in the mountains, and the leaves rustle in the breeze, as if telling the story of the years. The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of mystery to this holy place. Not far away, a small and exquisite waterfall pours down from the cliff, splashing water. Under the sunlight, the water splashes with silver light, like bright pearls.

In the center of this holy land, there is an ancient altar with exquisite carvings on it. Each pattern is lifelike, as if telling one mysterious story after another. There are rows of stone benches around the altar, which are covered with moss, making them look ancient and mysterious.

Next to the altar, there is an open lawn covered with colorful flowers, which are blooming in competition, as if holding a grand flower banquet. On the lawn, several butterflies are dancing among the flowers, their wings shining with colorful light, adding infinite vitality to this holy place.

In this holy land of the demon clan, you can feel the charm of nature and the vitality of life. Here, you can forget the troubles of the world and enjoy the baptism of nature. This holy land of the demon clan is like a bright pearl, quietly hidden in the mountains, waiting for the arrival of those who are destined to come.

Yiwei later gave up the idea of ​​going to the Fourth Heaven, and lived a cycle in the holy land, but in fact, she still had expectations for the Fourth Heaven. Unfortunately, her power was not enough to save the situation, so she could only wait for her master, Jiang Qiu, to come.

Now, Jiang Qiu was relieved. After all, he had found one person. The only one left was Ah Xiong, the bear demon who had shown him the illusion and had been with him since the beginning.
Her eyes are like a deep lake in autumn, gleaming with gentle luster. Her eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings, and every blink stirs up ripples in the heart. The corners of her eyes are slightly curved, as if telling endless secrets, making people want to find out. When she smiles, the corners of her eyes will rise slightly, and her eyes seem to bend into a crescent, full of dreamy tenderness.

Her eyebrows are long and strong, like the outline of distant mountains, providing a perfect frame for her eyes. Her eyebrows are sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, like the ever-changing scenery, always making it hard to guess what she is thinking. When she is concentrating, she will frown slightly, as if thinking about some profound question.

Her face was white and smooth, like the finest porcelain, without a single flaw. Her cheeks were slightly rosy, like a newly blossoming peach, which made her lovely aura inadvertently revealed. Her hair was soft and shiny, gently fluttering in the wind, adding a bit of agility and elegance to her beauty.

She was wearing a simple and stylish dress, and her skirt swayed gently as she walked, revealing a touch of casual elegance. Although she looked lively and cheerful, she had an indescribable melancholy temperament, like a dark cloud in the clear sky, which made people curious and pity.

She was in a green sanctuary, the sun shone on her soft face, giving her a golden halo. Surrounded by soft music and occasional whispers and laughter, she seemed to be in her own world, isolated from the world.

This girl is like a bridge between reality and dreams. Her cuteness is not only in her appearance, but also in her unique temperament and inner depth that are unforgettable.

Sadly, the picture is fading.
(End of this chapter)