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

Chapter 507 The Fifth Heaven
The images collapsed in the memory, and the story about Ah Xiong that he had seen in the illusion of the holy land of the third heaven also revolved around.

In the waterside gardens of Jiangnan, stone bridges span clear rivers, soft tunes can be heard from the deep alleys, and the sound of ancient operas floats in the air. In the misty rain, black-sailed boats sway quietly on the bluestone road, and oil-paper umbrellas bloom in the rain with a different style. Between the pavilions and towers, flowers and trees are lush, and the scenery of lakes and mountains complements each other. The sound of books is loud, and the sculptures of various shapes and forms are lifelike, as if telling ancient stories.

However, in this picturesque landscape, there is a female character whose figure gradually becomes blurred, as if washed away by rain, and slowly disappears from people's memory. Where she walked, the flowers lost their former beauty, and ripples appeared on the lake. Her departure took away a touch of freshness in the garden, leaving only a faint sadness and endless silence.

In the rural landscape, with the chirping of orioles and the buzzing of butterflies and bees, the village with mud walls and thatched roofs seems particularly peaceful. There are thousands of miles of fertile fields, thousands of hectares of good farmland, and terraced fields. There is a vitality in the remote countryside. The blue brick and tile houses, the curling smoke from cooking, the sunset and the sunrise, the back of the water and the mountain, the abundant fruits, the scenery is picturesque. Here, she was once the most dazzling star in the golden rice fields, but now she can only shine in people's memories.

In the city, cars come and go, pedestrians are like ants, traffic is like a tide, tall buildings stand in a forest, and neon lights are dazzling. In this bustling and noisy city, she was once the most moving scenery under the bright starlight. But now, her figure seems to be swallowed up by the hustle and bustle of the city, gradually disappearing in the crowd, leaving only a faint fragrance drifting in the wind.

In the ancient capital, the alleys are mottled, moss covers the ancient stone roads, and the accumulation of history and culture can be seen everywhere in this city. The echo of the bell tower reverberates between the broken city walls, and the simple and unsophisticated buildings tell the story of the years. She was once a part of this city, but now she has been forgotten by time. Her memory is like a mural eroded by time, gradually losing its color.

The park garden is beautiful, lively, unique and ingenious. The white pagoda stands tall, the cruise ship leisurely paddles across the lake, and the octagonal pavilion quietly watches over the green grass. Flowers of various shapes and forms compete for beauty, and tourists are crowded and shoulder to shoulder. She was once a rare flower in this garden, but now she has faded from people's sight, leaving only traces of withered petals.

Modern buildings tower into the sky, square houses, tiled houses, blue bricks, red walls and tiles, majestic and magnificent. In the veins of this city, she was once a unique landscape, but now, her figure is lost in the forest of steel and concrete, like a drop of water merging into the sea, silently.

The shopping malls and shops are lined up in a bustling and noisy place, where people are looking for what they need in life. The dazzling array of goods, the bustle of the morning market, and the hustle and bustle of the farmers' market are all symbols of the vitality of this city. She used to be a customer in these shops, but now she is gradually blurred in the flow of people, as if she had never existed.

The streets and roads are crisscrossed, and the traffic is huge, stretching out under people's feet. The straight roads, the curved alleys, and the winding paths are all roads leading to different worlds. She once left footprints on this road, but now, with the wheels rolling over, they have turned into dust and drifted away with the wind.

The narrow alleys and lanes, the decaying old capital, the sea capital of Beijing dialect, the eight alleys under the imperial city, are interwoven in this city. She was once a shadow here, but now she is gradually disappearing in the long river of time, leaving only a touch of sadness.

The sculptures and stone carvings are lifelike, the sand sculptures, bronze sculptures, wood sculptures, stone sculptures, shell sculptures and reliefs are huge and lifelike. The stone tablets and stele forests are moving and spectacular. She was once one of these sculptures, but now she is gradually blurred in people's sight, like a statue erased by time, losing its original luster.

The doomsday disaster came, earthquakes, thunder and lightning, wind, rain, water, fire, frost, snow, cold, tsunamis, sandstorms, drought, heat, famine and other disasters swept in like a punishment from heaven. She struggled in the disaster, and her former beauty and sorrow turned into dust in the disaster. Her figure became fainter and fainter under the shadow of the doomsday, and finally dissipated in the endless chaos.

In this world, her existence seemed like just a dream, and when she woke up, she was no longer there.

Jiang Qiu was in a daze for a long time, but unfortunately he could not find Ah Xiong's breath anymore. It seemed that the other party had fallen into reincarnation again, while he had already jumped into reincarnation and could not go back.

Meanwhile, the Third Heaven was changing. In that ancient era, the world was full of mystery and unknown. The legendary Tongtian Road was a road leading to the divine world. It rose slowly from the human world, like a giant white dragon, winding towards the vast sky. On this day, the sky changed strangely, and the clouds seemed to be torn apart by divine power. The Tongtian Road suddenly appeared, magnificent and majestic, as if the distance between heaven and earth had been brought closer overnight.

Countless beings looked up at the sky, their hearts filled with awe and yearning. The appearance of the road to heaven was not without reason. It was a reward for Jiang Qiu and others for escaping the cycle of the third heaven illusion. The scene at this moment was so shocking that all words seemed pale and powerless in front of it.

In the sky, the clouds are changing and colorful, like a huge brocade scroll slowly unfolding in the air. And Tongtian Road, this road constructed by light and illusion, seems to have magic, luring people to walk towards it step by step. The shadows of those illusory monsters are moving forward, their eyes are firm, their clothes are rustling, and they are moving towards the starting point of Tongtian Road step by step.

In this magnificent scene, each demon tribe seemed small and fragile, but their courage and determination were like sparks, shining brightly in the vast sky. Some people prayed by the roadside, some sang ancient war songs, and everyone was preparing for the upcoming challenges in their own way.

At the end of the road to heaven, a brilliant light can be seen faintly. It is the symbol of the fourth heaven and the ultimate goal of all those who set out on this journey. No one knows what will happen on the road to heaven, but they all understand that this journey will be the ultimate test of their will, strength and faith.

The wind was surging, the thunder was roaring, and it seemed as if the whole world was playing music for this great moment. Tongtian Road, this mysterious and solemn road, was waiting for those brave men who were not afraid of difficulties and were willing to fight for their ideals to embark on this unprecedented journey.

Jiang Qiu, the Nine-tailed Fox and One-tailed Fox could no longer take Ah Xiong away, so they had to go as a group of three. After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally saw the scene of the fourth heaven.

In the fourth heaven, there was a chaotic mist between heaven and earth. In the endless darkness, one could occasionally hear low roars, as if some huge creature was sleeping in it. There was no sun or moon in this world, only a few flashes of lightning that occasionally illuminated the dead land.

There are no plants, no animals, and no signs of life on this land. Only those strange-shaped rocks and the gray sky seem to be telling the desolation of this world. From time to time, a few raindrops fall from the gray sky and hit the hard ground, making a crisp sound. In this world, it seems that time has lost its meaning. Everything is still, as if it is eternal. In this chaotic world, there is a small cave. There is a clear pool of water in the cave, and there is a small lotus in the pool. The lotus looks particularly beautiful in that chaotic world, as if it is the only hope of the whole world.

Although this world is chaotic and lacks vitality, there is warmth and hope in that small cave. That warmth and hope, like that lotus, will never disappear.

Looking up, in the distant sky, time and space seemed to have split into countless cracks, through which one could see the flowing galaxy and the twisted void. The sky was no longer a peaceful blue, but had become a turbulent realm filled with mysterious power.

Endless vortices of time and space rotate slowly, they are like the oldest secrets in the universe, hiding the passage to other worlds. Each vortex emits a faint light, which interweaves together to form a colorful picture.

At the center of these vortices, there seemed to be some powerful force gestating. They were sometimes bright and sometimes dim, like a sleeping beast breathing. The surrounding air vibrated slightly because of the fluctuations of these energies, as if the whole world was trembling for the upcoming changes.

The stars in the distance seemed to be affected, their light began to become unstable, sometimes flickering, sometimes disappearing in the chaos. And the clouds that were originally floating freely in the sky were now also caught up in this chaotic force, they were pulled and twisted, and finally turned into pieces.

Under such a sky, the creatures felt an unprecedented panic. They looked up at the whirlpools, their hearts filled with doubt and anxiety. No one knew how these whirlpools were formed, and no one knew what consequences they would bring.

However, at this moment, a brighter light suddenly burst out from a vortex, piercing through the clouds and illuminating the entire world. All creatures stopped and stared at this scene. Under this light, they felt an inexplicable peace, as if all fears were dispelled by this light.

As time passed, these time-space vortices gradually stabilized. They no longer spun violently like before, but slowly floated in the air, quietly guarding the world. The sky also returned to its calm and deep blue, as if nothing had happened. But the creatures knew that the world had changed because of those mysterious vortices.

In that violent world, the boundless desolation stretched to the horizon, and the withered vegetation twisted and stretched toward the sky like a frightened nightmare. A suffocating dark red mist filled the air, as if even the air contained ominousness and blood.

The cracks in the ground seemed to be torn apart by a giant beast, and countless broken stones were scattered all over the ground, sharp and cold. The wind roared wantonly in this dead land, rolling up dust, like countless wronged souls crying in the night. Thunder and lightning, without a trace of warmth, pierced the sky like a sharp sword, illuminating the darkest corner of this world.

Jiang Qiu's mind was shocked, as if he had arrived at the second heaven, but it was not quite the same as that one. It seemed that every whirlpool here could be entered, so he chose a whirlpool and entered his soul into it. As a result, he saw a new world, a small secret realm of violent elements.

In the center of this violent land, there stood a huge black shadow. It was a giant tower made of countless thick iron chains, with its top touching the clouds, as if it was competing with the gods. Between the iron chains flashed dark blue runes, which were symbols of the rules of this world, and also shackles that bound freedom.

In the distance, intermittent heavy drumbeats were heard, accompanied by wild shouts and shrill horns. A tribe was holding some kind of evil ceremony. In the blazing fire and the shadows, they could be seen offering the flesh and blood of the living as sacrifices to the ruler of this world - a being with a blurred face but exuding a terrifying aura.

In this world, every creature seems extremely ferocious. They are either huge beasts or monsters of various shapes. Their eyes are full of desire for life and pursuit of death. Even a breeze may hide deadly danger.

In this land, everything seems to have lost its original color, leaving only the naked instinct of survival. Creatures struggle to survive in this endless chaos, and every breath may become their last sigh.

However, in this violent world, there is still a faint ray of hope. It is a lonely traveler. Although his figure is small, he is determined to find a way out. There is an unyielding light in his eyes, as if telling the world that no matter how dark the darkness is, there is always a glimmer of hope waiting for those brave hearts.

This is the secret realm that Jiang Qiu saw. He has no influence on this world, it is as if he saw an illusion, but he somehow feels that he can find Ah Xiong through this method, and even go to the fifth heaven.

Yes, the method to go from the Fourth Heaven to the Fifth Heaven is not obvious, so you must find it through your own method area, just like the Fourth Heaven.

However, the fourth heaven had entered into an illusion at the very beginning, but it was not the case now. Every world in the vortex was the so-called source of the illusion, and it also carried the method to go to the fifth heaven.

Jiang Qiu began to explore
(End of this chapter)