The Word of Heaven

Chapter 208 The Promised Land
The river formed by magma is still flowing slowly, and sparks jump out from it from time to time, illuminating the belly of the mountain.

Gu Zhuo walked in the dim light, heading towards the boulder that was jumping, his steps were a little slow.

He was thinking about something and feeling a little bored.

Boredom is annoyance.

He wondered whether he was paying off a debt in this life or for some other reason, why did things keep happening one after another endlessly?

Or maybe all of this was the seed he had planted back then, otherwise why would it haunt him like this and keep repeating and verifying the Zen theory of cause and effect?
Time may not be able to drown all problems.

The problem is that Gu Zhuo has no memory of having come to the wilderness or done anything.

"Aren't you going to ask me?" he said suddenly.

Wang Ji was slightly startled and said, "Me?"

Gu Zhuo nodded.

Wang Ji understood what he meant, referring to what the temple master said earlier. He shook his head and said, "You are just a friend of mine, not someone else. Why am I asking you about those old things from many years ago?"

After a moment of silence, Gu Zhuo said, "That's right."

Wang Ji paused and said, "And there is a kind of true compassion in the world."

Gu Zhuo said: "Cut it off once and for all."

Wang Ji said: "What a pity, it's too difficult."

Gu Zhuo suddenly laughed and said, "Yes."

After a few words of casual chat, his steps became faster and no longer leisurely.

Yu Yang followed behind the two people and could not hear any sound, because those words could not reach his ears at all, so he could only make blind inferences and guesses, which made him more nervous and frightened.

He could vaguely sense that... the young man carrying the sword was indeed extremely powerful and was undoubtedly a person who had achieved immortality, but the one who could really make the decision at this time was the leader of the Tianming Sect who was doing business with him.

I don’t know how long it took until I reached the end of the road.

Dozens or even hundreds of long lava rivers converge here, and then fall down the cliff to form waterfalls.

The scattered light is like countless fireflies dancing on the rock wall, but eventually they break their wings and disappear without a trace.

Beyond the cliff seemed to be an infinitely quiet abyss. There was no flame sprayed out by the falling magma, and even if one looked into it, there would be no response.

The abyss never looked back.

Gu Zhuo didn't care at all.

Dozens of feet above the abyss is a huge rock that is no different from a heart. It is still beating at this moment, but the frequency and number of beats have become very slow.

The emotion conveyed here is undoubtedly solemn.

Gu Zhuo no longer looked into the abyss. He raised his head slightly and looked towards the boulder.

Half a minute later, he suddenly asked Yu Yang: "Can it be stronger?"

Yu Yang whispered: "Yes, but the cost of doing so will not only increase exponentially..."

He couldn't continue speaking because he didn't know how to accurately describe what the situation was.

Gu Zhuo didn't ask any more questions.

"Then let's talk business."

His voice was exceptionally calm: "The ritual method."

Yu Yang nodded to indicate that he understood, but he did not say anything. Instead, he closed his eyes.

The next moment, the huge rock suddenly started to move and was no longer quiet.

As it changed, the originally calm magma river suddenly boiled, and a part of it was extracted from it, forming dozens of pens held in the hands of the same will, which jumped into the air outside the cliff and wrote a scripture of nearly ten thousand words.

The scriptures shone brightly, making the surrounding cliffs glow red, as if one was in a red lotus hell.

The scorching hot breath hits me in the face, and late autumn suddenly returns to midsummer.

Along with the heat wave came the smell of blood.

The smell is so pungent that it goes straight into the mind, and a scene suddenly appears before one's eyes.

——The vast and silent wasteland is being exposed to the scorching sun. Countless corpses are thrown casually on the ground. The soil is a rich brown color, not dazzling, but just a numb silence.

At the end of the sight, there is a small mound rising abruptly, and for some reason, it is brewing a strong black.

That's not black, it's endless mosquitoes and flies.

Swarms of mosquitoes and flies made deafening buzzing sounds, shattering the scorching sunlight and burying themselves deep in the hill made of the skulls of the savages. They were diligently carrying out a great project - digging out honeycomb-like veins in this hill.

Countless things like memory fragments came through this tragic scene and the piercing buzzing sound that made one's scalp numb. The scriptures that Gu Zhuo witnessed were no longer limited to words, but he penetrated deeply into the true meaning.

When faced with this kind of situation, an ordinary practitioner at the spiritual cultivation realm would inevitably be greatly shocked and terrified.

Gu Zhuo has nothing to do with the word ordinary.

He watched all this quietly, silently enduring this cruel scene that almost ravaged his mind, and suddenly recalled the statement about breaking through the realm and keeping the intention that he had heard not long ago.

——To temper the body, mind and soul with the blood and fire on the wasteland is the best in the world.

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A long silence.

There is no time in the lonely mountain, only the indistinguishable morning and evening glow.

Yu Yang had already opened his eyes, but he lowered his head and did not read the sacrificial scripture. His gaze was fixed on the magma that could not reflect his appearance. It was unknown what he was thinking.

Wang Ji’s thoughts had already drifted away.

There are countless laws in the world, but he only seeks a sword, so he doesn't care about the scriptures forged by the barbarians with blood and fire.

Compared with this, what the master said to him before was more interesting.

Just as he was thinking deeper and deeper, and was about to touch a certain hidden boundary, his mind suddenly moved.

Wang Ji subconsciously looked at Gu Zhuo, then was stunned and speechless.

Gu Zhuo slowly opened his eyes.

As he met this world again, the magma suddenly burst into countless sparks, blooming as brilliantly as fireworks.

Amidst the myriad of starlight, he looked as if he was slightly tipsy from drinking fine wine, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

Wang Ji was very surprised, then helpless and disappointed, and asked with a sigh: "Did you get anything?"

Gu Zhuo nodded and said, "It's worth the trip."

Wang Ji said meaningfully: "It seems that I can still meet you before I die and see a different scenery."

Gu Zhuo was very puzzled, looked at him strangely, and said, "Isn't this a certainty?"

Wang Ji was stunned for a moment and burst out laughing.

Gu Zhuo said: "Before I came here, I really didn't expect that I could walk this distance in this way."

Under normal circumstances, during the stage of nourishing the spirit to accepting the intention, practitioners must spend a long time carefully polishing their own realm. There is no shortcut at all.

Relatively speaking, there are very few practitioners who are stuck at this stage and unable to move forward.

Wang Ji felt frustrated upon hearing this, and wondered what kind of messed up cultivation speed was this?

His expression remained very stiff and he asked casually, "What are you going to do next?"

Gu Zhuo didn't say anything.

As he spoke, the sacrificial scriptures floating above the abyss began to disintegrate and fall like rain.

The picture is beautiful.

The two people standing in front of the cliff watched quietly until the rain stopped.

Gu Zhuo's voice then sounded, answering the previous question.

"Keep what you said."

Wang Ji felt bored after hearing this and said, "Then I won't join in the fun."

Gu Zhuo looked at him and said, "I'll return the favor to you."

Wang Ji was slightly startled and a little surprised, but didn't ask any more questions and just said hello.

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Leaving that isolated peak, the wind and snow come again.

At that time, the morning light was shining through the clouds, illuminating a bunch of flying snow and reflecting a few pedestrians.

Gu Zhuo seemed to have finished what he wanted to say and stopped chatting with Wang Ji, remaining silent and alone.

The king's sacrifice does not matter.

For many years, he has never left the wheelchair. Today he has a rare opportunity to go out and relax. Whether it is to see the scenery, take a walk or something else, it is a good thing for him.

He really enjoyed the feeling of walking on the snow, but he also regretted that this was the incarnation of his soul and he could not feel it all more realistically.

At a certain moment, Gu Zhuo walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped.

The strong wind blew his robe, cutting like a knife, bringing pain.

It kept falling like this, passing through the clouds and fog, and then met some old trees growing on the cliff.

So he was attracted by the dark cave next to him, but it was gone in a flash and he had no chance to meet it.

To the bottom of the mountains.

Gu Zhuo looked at the ground that was about to approach and snapped his fingers calmly.

There was a snap.

There was wind blowing upstream, counteracting his downward momentum and stabilizing him.

Gu Zhuo tapped his feet lightly in the air, and his figure suddenly moved forward, passing through a dark canyon.

Then his feet landed on the snow-covered valley floor, or on the frozen lake, and the lingering cold mist instantly submerged his figure completely.

This is one of the most feared climates for practitioners deep in the wilderness.

The cold fog appears to be ordinary and thin, and can be dispersed with a wave of the hand, but in fact it can penetrate into every pore like water, submerging every corner and crevice of the practitioner's body and soul.

By the time the practitioner realizes what is happening, it is often too late to reverse the situation, and they can only watch themselves turn into an ice sculpture.

Even the barbarians who have lived in this bad land for many years avoid it and are extremely panicked.

Yu Yang followed Gu Zhuo closely, took a quick look at the land, and lowered his head.

To bury your head is also to bow your head.

He closed his eyes, not letting any emotion show, and prepared to hear those words.

As expected, Gu Zhuo said as he wished: "It's here."

Yu Yang didn't remain silent for a moment, and said seriously: "I understand."

From an objective point of view, there was no emotion in his tone at this time, neither anger nor unwillingness.

Even if the other party offered the worst piece of land in the mountains in exchange for the secret method that the barbarian had spent countless efforts on for hundreds of years, he would still be as obedient as a tamed sheep - not even a house cat that would scratch people when it was cornered.

Gu Zhuo knew very well what Yu Yang was thinking.

It doesn't matter.

He walked forward calmly, and when he reached the center of the lake, he turned around and looked around the valley.

Finally, his gaze fell on Wang Ji's eyes and met theirs.

Wang Ji was a little curious.

Gu Zhuo said: "I'll need your help later."

Wang Ji thought it was really not over yet, and said, "Okay."

Hearing this, Gu Zhuo closed his eyes and said something silently.

This statement is unknown.

Only the sky knows, and the earth knows.

Everything can be heard.

then.

The valley welcomed a spring after countless years.

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It was not a short or long process.

All changes are visible to the naked eye.

At the first moment, the cold fog suddenly drifted away into the distance and no longer lingered on the ice, like a huge wave clearing away.

Then comes the wind.

The wind rises and the snow goes away.

The ice surface formed by the frozen lake water is exposed to the sunlight, emitting a breathtaking azure color. The cracks hidden in it are so charming, like the most exquisite works of art.

The stone located in a corner of the lake turned out to be black, just like the soil next to it, exuding a tender and strong sense of new life, making it difficult for people to look away.

As the snow line continues to retreat, the sunlight that shines here is no longer cold, but the golden color it brings is so warm.

A soft sound.

It turns out that the ice is cracked.

Under the sunlight, the ice surface, which was several feet thick, melted silently, allowing the spring breeze to stir up the lake water.

Yu Yang was stunned.

He looked up, his eyes full of disbelief, and turned his body in astonishment, constantly examining and gazing at the tremendous changes that had taken place in the valley. He felt that this must be a dream.

Suddenly, he lost his footing.

The lake water touched his body, not embracing him gently but drowning him.

The cold water poured into his mouth and nostrils, bringing a bone-chilling chill that instantly woke him up, but he still couldn't believe this was real, so he let his body continue to sink to the bottom of the lake.

Then, he raised his head in the lake, squinted his eyes with hope and panic, and looked at the sky rippling by the lake. The sky was so blue, and the sunlight was so gentle, like a dream.

Yu Yang had seen the sky countless times in his life, but he had never seen such a beautiful sky.

Is it true that there is such a piece of porcelain blue among the mountains?
Just when he was addicted and unable to extricate himself...

A fat fish swam over slowly, curiosity flashing in its small eyes. It pecked his cheek gently, then quickly turned around, patted its tail and walked away, its disgust obvious in its expression.

Yu Yang was stunned again.

Countless emotions rose up from his heart, turned into moisture in his eyes, and were drowned by the lake water, leaving no trace.

He wanted to burst into tears, but the cold lake water had already poured into his mouth, drowning out his ecstasy.

He wanted everyone to know that there was such a spring deep in the mountains.

Even if I die at this moment, I can still be happy about it.

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Above the lake.

Gu Zhuo never left the center of the water, standing with his hands behind his back.

Wang Ji looked at his profile with an extremely complicated look in his eyes.

Gu Zhuo said: "I'll return the favor to you."

After a moment of silence, Wang Ji shook his head and said, "Now I owe you a favor."

With his level of attainment, how could he not see the mystery in this scene?
For him, this is also a great and unprecedented opportunity.

"No need."

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "I said this is how to repay a favor, that's how it is."

Wang Ji looked at him and wanted to say a lot.

However, when the words came to my lips, every word became so heavy that I couldn't bring myself to speak.

Gu Zhuo said: "Actually, this doesn't mean much to you, there's no need to act like this."

Wang Ji suddenly sighed.

Gu Zhuo was puzzled and asked, "What happened again?"

Wang Ji looked him in the eyes and said seriously: "You are really not a human being."

Gu Zhuo didn't want to talk.

"Do not misunderstand."

Wang Ji said word by word: "I'm really not scolding you, I'm saying that you are a god."

Gu Zhuo was silent for a while, then said, "Then you should just scold me."

Wang Ji was stunned for a moment, and asked in shock, "So you have such a bad habit?"

"…Are you stupid?"

Gu Zhuo was too lazy to pay attention. He turned around and walked towards the shore on the lake water.

He changed the subject naturally and said, "What I need your help with is the formation. Don't let any messy people find this place."

"it is good."

Wang Ji was still dwelling on what happened earlier, and asked, "Is it not okay to be a banished immortal?"

Gu Zhuo said: "It's a bad omen."

Wang Ji thought about it and said, "I think it's great."

As they were talking, they had already reached the lakeside.

The conversation continues.

"Where's the good?"

"That person once wrote a poem."

"That person?"

"Listen to me first... In the White Jade Palace in the sky, there are twelve towers and five cities. The immortal touches my head and ties my hair to grant me immortality."

"First of all, this sentence was not written by the person you said, then?"

Gu Zhuo looked towards Wang Ji.

Wang Ji smiled and said, "If you were an immortal, why wouldn't I let you touch my head in exchange for immortality?"

Gu Zhuo was speechless.

After a moment's silence, he didn't say that sentence after all.

——How could there be a banished immortal who couldn’t even survive for ten years?

It won't help, so why bother talking?

At this moment, Yu Yang finally emerged from the lake, with an expression of joy that he could not contain.

He stared into Gu Zhuo's eyes, his whole body trembling, his voice so excited that he couldn't control himself: "I... I, I..."

The same word that is repeated over and over again contains gratitude and praise, respect and worship, madness and insanity.

Even if Gu Zhuo asked him to die at this moment, he would be willing to die without hesitation.

“It’s just a business.”

Gu Zhuo's voice was as indifferent as usual: "That's all."

Having said this, he stretched out his left hand to the side.

Wait a minute before the king offers the sacrifice.

Gu Zhuo held it.

Draw your sword.

A sword intent instantly enveloped the entire valley, leaving no gaps.

The next moment, an array formation was carved by the sword intent, penetrating deep into the stone walls of the valley, sharing life and death with it.

When the formation is broken, the valley is destroyed.

The whole process takes no more than half a quarter of an hour.

Snapped.

The sword is sheathed.

Gu Zhuo put down his hands, his eyes revealing unconcealable fatigue.

After all, it was too much of a stretch for him to do such a thing at his current state, and the burden was too heavy.

"It's time for you to go, too."

He said to Wang Ji: "If you don't leave now, the entire Northland will really be in chaos, and it will be difficult to resolve the situation."

Wang Ji said indifferently: "It won't be a problem for me anyway."

Gu Zhuo said seriously: "But I don't want to have too much to do with you."

Wang Ji thought that you have done a lot of bad things in your life, so he agreed with disdain and said, "Goodbye."

Gu Zhuo said: "See you in a few days."

The words stop here.

Wang Ji threw Qiehan up.

Gu Zhuo caught it.

When he looked again, the even carefree and unrestrained young man had disappeared, as if he had never existed.

He looked up and saw the clearly visible straight line in the sky slowly disappearing along the path he came from.

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Yishui, Jiangxin Island.

When the old man in the wheelchair uttered the word "wait a minute", the thick fog that had covered both sides of the river for more than a hundred years suddenly dissipated, and the world suddenly became quiet.

Chaos ensued.

In a very short time, the news that the Supreme Elder Yishui had drawn his sword was passed on by all forces at the fastest speed to all the important figures who needed to know the news.

Even the local Sky Patrol, who were more loyal to General Wang, did not dare to delay for a moment and directly used the extremely expensive communication formation to let the Divine Capital know about the matter first.

Countless people raised their heads, and even though their necks were sore and aching, their eyes were still fixed on the trace left by the sword in the blue sky.

Even more people followed him as quickly as possible, hoping to witness with their own eyes the first move of the world's swordsman and to find out why he moved, even if the place they were heading to was deep in the wilderness.

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General's House.

General Wang stood in front of the study window, also staring at the sword mark.

After an unknown amount of time, he sensed his elder's return from the depths of the wilderness, retracted his gaze, and murmured, "Metamorphosis..."

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The entire north was in turmoil because of this and was no longer peaceful.

The island in the middle of Yishui River is no exception.

Hundreds and even thousands of small boats stood on the river, showing the utmost respect.

The sword marks in the sky gradually faded and disappeared.

The fog rose again.

It conceals the pavilions, towers and scenery on the island.

An extremely cold voice followed.

"All of them are gone."

then.

No one dared to ask even a single question, and the huge scene collapsed in an instant.

Deep in the fog.

Wang Ji lowered his head slightly, tapped the armrest of the wheelchair, and calculated silently.

Soon, he came to an accurate conclusion.

The next section of the journey out of the wasteland will be very difficult for Gu Zhuo.

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When the sword mark on the azure sky had not yet disappeared, the entire wasteland was silent.

The barbarians knelt in fear, the evil demons bowed their heads and trembled, and the traveling merchants were in a daze.

Not until the sword intent dissipated into nothingness did people wake up with a trembling voice and look up with infinite awe.

then.

A strong thought came to my mind.

What kind of thing could even move the Yishui Grand Elder, who had sat in meditation for a hundred years without drawing his sword?

This must be an unparalleled opportunity!

Perhaps the real opportunity has been taken away by the one who drew the sword, but as long as there are some scattered benefits left, they must be extremely precious to ordinary practitioners.

This thought grew like a demon in the heart, spreading continuously in everyone's heart.

It was like a wildfire in late autumn, which instantly ignited the entire wasteland.

Whether good or evil.

No matter whether you are a barbarian or a fool, you cannot stay out of it.

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The eagle soars in the sky.

As it passes through the thin clouds, looks down, and prepares to find food.

It was naturally shocked by the scenes on the earth.

What appeared in its eyes were not countless ant-like black spots, rushing towards the mountains like a tide.

Instead, it is a valley without wind or snow, with green mountains and clear waters among the mountains.

It subconsciously adjusted its posture, began to descend in altitude, and started to move forward.

The closer it got, the more it realized that this was not an illusion, but a real beauty.

Someone caught its eye.

He was a handsome human man who seemed a little tired and was sitting by the lake in the valley.

For some reason, it naturally developed a strong liking for this man. After circling in the air for a while, it finally chose to land, carefully landing next to the man.

Just at this moment, a voice came into its ears, very gentle.

This is the voice of the human man.

"Hello."

"My name is Gu Zhuo."

(End of this chapter)