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

Chapter 517: Breakthrough in Guixu

Being in the fourth heaven, in this observation state, Jiang Qiu did not sense the passage of time, or rather, the passage of time of Aqiu in the illusion was the passage of time he could sense.

And as time passed, he watched Aqiu walk all the way from the Southern Wilderness to Guixu, killing countless monsters along the way, and making countless progress in his cultivation.

When Aqiu arrived at Guixu and met a woman, Jiang Qiu himself was stunned: "Why do I feel a little familiar?"

Aqiu, who had already cultivated to a very high level, saw a woman in the broken time and space of Guixu. There seemed to be a vague shadow of a nine-tailed fox behind her, and her demonic aura was incredibly strong.

At that time, the dusk was getting darker, and a nine-tailed fox quietly appeared in the deep bamboo forest. Its pupils were like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with brilliant and deep light. Its eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, and every gaze made people feel mysterious and charming. Its black and smooth hair swayed gently in the wind, and its nine tails were as shiny as silk, and every move revealed elegance and nobility.

It walks lightly on the bluestone path, each step is as light as if it is afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the forest. There is a subtle melancholy between its slender eyebrows, as if it is pondering an unsolved mystery. The occasional glances in its almond-shaped eyes are like spring water, which makes people intoxicated.

At this moment, it stood under the moonlight, reflecting the mottled light and shadow, and its figure seemed like a noble princess. Although it was in the wilderness, it exuded an aura that could not be ignored. The nine-tailed fox had a delicate face, and between its eyebrows, there was a trace of otherworldly temperament, as if it was an elf that walked out of an ancient book, stepped on the fragments of time, and came to this world.

Its eyes were as sharp as torches, scanning the surrounding environment, but they were also smart and gentle, as if it was looking for something, or waiting. The nine-tailed fox was calm and confident, showing a calm and unhurried confidence. Even in the depths of the dense forest, it did not hide its brilliance.

Finally, it met Qiu's eyes, and a strange feeling rose in its heart. Then, in the early spring, it turned into a girl, standing quietly under the tree. Her eyes were like a deep lake, shimmering in the sunlight. The breeze blew, and the pink and white petals gently fell on her black and shiny long hair, as if unwilling to disturb this quiet moment. There was a slight arc in the corners of her eyes, revealing a hint of gentleness and intelligence, as if she could see through the deep lake of people's hearts.

The girl's eyebrows are long and soft, like willow leaves gently covering her talking eyes. Her gaze is focused and far-reaching, as if she can penetrate the chaotic world and capture the purest things. Her face is delicate and her skin is as delicate as cream, which complements the surrounding sea of ​​flowers and shows a temperament that is not worldly.

Wearing a light blue dress, the girl stood elegantly and calmly, and her every move revealed her natural nobility and calmness. Although the world around her was full of noise and impetuousness, she seemed to have her own pure land, making people want to get close to her and explore the world in her eyes.

In contrast, Aqiu, a young man who has undergone a transformation, also showed his extraordinary charm.

The sun shines obliquely at the entrance of Guixu. In the mottled light and shadow, the young man stands beside the ancient well. His figure is thin, but as straight as a pine tree. His black hair is slightly curly, but it can't cover his deep and smart eyes, as if he can see into the deepest part of people's hearts. His eyes are a gentle ocean, but also a sharp blade, which always makes people remember them at first sight.

There is an unyielding tenacity between Qiu's eyebrows. Under his sword-like eyebrows are a pair of deep and focused eyes, which often reveal his curiosity and desire for the world. When he stares at a problem, his eyes seem to be able to penetrate the appearance of things and get to the essence. When he smiles, the gentleness in the corners of his eyes is like the warm sunshine in spring, which makes people feel extremely at ease and comfortable.

His nose was straight, and his lips were well-defined yet soft. Whenever he opened his lips, the air around him seemed to come alive. Although he still looked a bit immature, his future handsome outline could be vaguely seen.

Wearing simple white clothes, the boy could not hide his natural temperament, which seemed to be innate, simple yet noble. He stood there like a quiet landscape, attracting the attention of passers-by.

At this moment, he was looking into the girl's eyes, as if he was looking for the answer from deep in his heart. Those eyes seemed particularly bright at this moment, as if there was a glow flowing in them, which was the hope and dream for the future, and the determination and courage to challenge himself.

Qiu asked his first question: "Who are you?"

He knew that the other party was waiting for him here, probably with some kind of mission, and he just happened to be there.

And that familiar feeling is not without reason, the other party must have come here with some sense of destiny
The girl smiled slightly, as if she had finally seen the person she was waiting for: "My name is Ah Qing. I met the Nine-tailed Fox God here hundreds of years ago. Later, I inherited her legacy and have been practicing until now. I am waiting for you to come."

Yes, she was the girl who almost died in Guixu before. If she had not met the Nine-tailed Fox God and obtained his inheritance, she might not have seen Aqiu again now.

Of course, the reason why she had to wait for Aqiu was because the Nine-tailed Fox God told her to do so. She believed in the Nine-tailed Fox God, and her life was equivalent to the life given by the other party, so what was wrong with doing something?
But now her power is already extraordinary. It can be said that there are only a handful of great demons in the whole world who can match her. Her realm has transcended the illusion and she is almost leaving this world.

Unfortunately, I can’t leave. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because all the gods have fallen.

She was left with no one to turn to and could only obey the orders of the Nine-tailed Fox God.
I returned to this Guixu land. In Guixu, Broken Time and Space is a world torn by countless cracks. It is like an abandoned puzzle, lost in the endless nothingness. The scenery here is strange and changeable. The sky is full of twisted clouds, which seem to be twisted by an invisible force, forming spiral vortices. The sun and the moon seem to have lost their original positions, sometimes appearing in the sky at the same time, and sometimes disappearing completely.

The earth cracked open endlessly, as if it was a passage to another world. Some strange plants grew on the edge of the cracks. Their leaves were as hard as iron, but they could sway in the wind, making rustling sounds. The flowers of these plants were even more colorful, but no one could identify their species. Occasionally, a twisted wind would sweep across the land, rolling up dust all over the sky, making the entire broken time and space tremble.

In a corner of this time and space, an ancient stone bridge spans a huge crack. The stone bridge is dilapidated, and every stone slab records traces of history, but there are still brave travelers crossing it, looking for lost secrets. On the other side of the stone bridge is a land forgotten by time, where there are weathered stone tablets and ancient trees engraved with mysterious runes.

There is a strange atmosphere in the air, which is a mixture of countless unknown energies, sometimes forming light spots visible to the naked eye, flashing a faint light. Under the illumination of these light spots, some creatures can be seen shuttling through the broken time and space. They may be lost travelers, warriors driven by fate, or explorers who just want to get a glimpse of the truth of this world.

The broken time and space is full of unknowns and dangers, but also contains endless possibilities. Here, every moment is eternal, and every breath may be the last. In this world, only the strongest can travel between the cracks and uncover the deepest secrets of this Guixu.

Then, Ah Qing found some answers, and only by waiting for Ah Qiu would he have a chance to go further. Who Ah Qiu was was all guided by the Nine-tailed Fox God.

Now, he finally met Qiu, and then the two began to practice and explore according to the secret method of [Nine-Tailed Body].

Jiang Qiu's consciousness gradually faded away, and he seemed to see the end of this illusion coming to an end, and his sight returned to the fourth heaven.

In this forgotten land, endless yellow sands are flying all over the sky. The former glory and prosperity are now only ruins, as if whispering the glory of the past. The sky is gloomy and covered with dark clouds. From time to time, lightning flashes through the sky, and thunder roars through the clouds, like the gods roaring in anger. In the desolation, withered old trees stand upright, their branches eroded by wind and sand, but they still stretch tenaciously towards the sky, like a watchman silently witnessing the changes of this land.

In the distance, the peaks and mountains are vaguely visible, their tips seem to pierce the clouds, full of traces of time.

A dry river runs through the entire fourth level of ruins. Dry scars crack across the riverbed, recording the ruthlessness of time.

Obtained Ah Qing's inherited power and broke through to the highest realm in Guixu.

Ah Qiu seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff in a bloody wasteland, his fingers touching the weathered basalt. The surface of the rock was covered with honeycomb-like holes, and there was a slight stinging pain in the fingertips - it was the corrosive substances left by the ancient god's blood gnawing at the skin. In the distance, the sky was always suspended with a dark red halo, like a solidified sunset, or like a blood scab nailed to the sky.

The sandstorm was rolling thirty miles away, and it was not just the red sand that was rolled up. Countless broken pieces of armor reflected strange silver light in the air, and occasionally a half-broken bronze halberd could be seen rolling in the air. These war relics played strange music in the wind, sometimes weeping and sometimes making the clanging sound of metal clashing. Three-legged vultures circled at the edge of the sandstorm. Their bronze beaks could peck through black iron, but at this moment they only dared to wait until the storm subsided to enjoy the torn sandworm corpses.

The ground suddenly trembled, and Aqiu quickly took three steps back. The sand in front of him collapsed, revealing a bottomless crack. Dark purple vines rose from the cracks, their thorny tentacles dancing wildly in the air, and the man-eating plants at the end spewed out sour mist. This was the bone-eating vine, whose roots could extend deep into the earth to absorb the remaining energy from the bones of gods and demons. Aqiu pulled out the star sand from his waist, and the silver-white powder fell instantly. The vines screamed like a crying baby and quickly retracted into the ground.

A long howl came from the northwest. On the horizon, seven peaks of white bones pierced the bloody sky. They were the watchtowers of the Skeleton Mountain Range, formed by the interlaced ribs of ancient beasts. Whenever an eclipse came, a faint green phosphorescent light would light up in the depths of the mountain range, turning the entire sky into an emerald river of the underworld. Legend has it that the beheaded god of war was buried at the bottom of the mountain range, his heart still beating, and every beat would cause new wounds to crack in the ground within a hundred miles.

Aqiu walked around the bubbling poisonous swamp. The scales of some creatures floated on the surface of the black water. The edges of these diamond-shaped scales were as sharp as knives, reflecting a rainbow-like halo under the bloody sky. Suddenly, the water surface exploded, and the shadow of the nine-headed snake lizard flashed by. The head on the far right still had scorch marks from being burned by lightning. Its vertical pupils swept across the position where Aqiu stood, and finally chose to dive into the deeper darkness - there were the remains of ancient monks sleeping, and the rotten flesh and blood had a fatal attraction to the monsters.

The wind suddenly stopped. The air became as thick as honey, and tiny drops of blood condensed on the surface of the skin. This was a sign of the coming of the black storm. Aqiu quickly found the half-buried basalt tortoise shell, a fossil of this giant creature that could withstand the most violent elemental turbulence. While curling up in the concave part of the tortoise shell, Aqiu saw the sky in the southeast cracking into spider web-like patterns, and purple-black thunder poured down like a waterfall. Ghost knights riding nightmare beasts vaguely emerged in the thunder, their rusty chains dragging star fragments, plowing burning furrows in the wasteland.

When the world returned to silence, a tiny gnawing sound came from the tortoise shell. Peeping through the gap, the moonlight grass was growing wildly. These silver-blue plants feed on the residual energy of thunder, and the fluorescent veins on the leaves form ancient runes. Aqiu picked the fullest leaf and held it in his mouth. The cool juice slid into his throat, and a distorted star map suddenly appeared on his retina - this was the revelation left by the ancient astrologer, guiding the path to the Obsidian Rift.

When the darkness before dawn was thickest, Qiu arrived at the Weeping Canyon. The rock walls on both sides were covered with human-face-like protrusions, and those twisted faces kept oozing salty liquid, which gathered into a river of tears at the bottom of the valley. The wooden boat for crossing the river was made of cursed wood, and the soul-guiding lamp hanging on the bow imprisoned three hundred vengeful spirits. The ferryman was wrapped in a moldy shroud, and ghost lights jumped in his empty eye sockets. When the wooden boat reached the center of the river, a huge shadow suddenly emerged from the water, and some kind of tentacle covered with suction cups gently brushed the bottom of the boat. The ferryman struck the gong, and countless struggling souls suddenly floated on the surface of the river, temporarily forcing the indescribable existence back.

The moment we landed on the east coast, the sky was torn into a golden wound. The rising sun struggled at the end of the wasteland, but its light was cut into pieces by the black miasma rising from the surface. Aqiu saw the sand dunes a hundred miles away moving - they were not sand dunes, but rock-armored earth dragons that had been sleeping for thousands of years turning over.

The crystal clusters on its back reflected the sunlight, casting prismatic spots of light on the clouds. Several fire-feathered falcons took the opportunity to swoop down, using their sharp beaks to accurately peck at the crystal-eating ants that escaped from the gaps between the dragon's scales.

It seems that after going through these illusions, one will have the power to surpass the Demon King of Nether City and find the final answer.
(End of this chapter)