Chapter 1129 - 1035: There Are Originally No Paths in the World
The small mountain village.
It’s already evening, and the village is bustling.
“Just finished the New Year and now we can eat delicious food again!”
“Let’s start the feast, start the feast!”
“So many delicious foods!”
A group of children surrounded various game, joyously making a ruckus.
The villagers have all gathered.
“Wow, this big wild elephant, it’s been many years since we’ve seen one… The wild elephants we ate back then had even nicer tusks!”
“What a big snake, it’s perfect for making snake soup… Come here, Bai Qian, you wanted the snake gall, right? I’ve taken it out for you!”
“There are plenty of chicken wings, enough to make a whole pot…”
Uncle Zhang, Auntie Wang, and a group of people have started cooking.
As usual, Li Fan took it upon himself, and the disciples listed various delicacies.
“Over in the Grey Mist Sea… the True Ancestors really are extinct.”
Blood Ancestor Blood Heaven looked at the scene before him, somewhat stupefied.
“We’ve hunted the entire world…”
“Nine Laws succeeded on the Ascendant Path, the Grey Mist Sea annihilated…”
Now, they all knew what had happened outside.
So, each one of them felt somewhat dazed.
The Grey Mist Sea… how powerful it was, having gone through a golden age, witnessing Four Sights continuously, numerous overlords…
For the Ancestral Mist Realm, the Grey Mist Sea was regarded as a true behemoth, their strengths not even on the same level.
But now, the Ancestral Mist Realm had completely turned the tables.
“In our village’s dining table, just a few more dishes, but outside, it is the survival of a whole world…”
Demon Ancestor Wuye couldn’t help but sigh, saying:
“This small mountain village… it’s too terrifying.”
Everyone’s expressions were also complex.
Those so-called True Ancestors outside, calculating endless ages, what does fighting and killing amount to? A mere thought in this small mountain village could decide their fate.
This feeling, simply surreal.
“The feast begins!”
Finally, all the meals were ready.
Everyone sat down to eat.
The scene was extremely lively; a group of lunatics, once again erupting in a fierce battle over scallions, ginger, and garlic!
Because this time, the village basically didn’t slaughter chickens or pigs; the ingredients were all True Ancestors from the Grey Mist Sea… they simply looked down on such materials!
It was far from the village’s spices.
“Little Li said these lunatics had improved, that they should be sent away, but I feel like they haven’t recovered yet…”
Second Elder was somewhat puzzled.
Uncle Zhang also said:
“Yes, something does seem off…”
And the group of lunatics fighting over the scallions, ginger, and garlic, upon hearing this, suddenly paused.
“We’re… going to be sent away?”
Luo Xingchen was stunned.
“Ah… what kind of place is this? In our prior life, we were fostered by the End of Myriad Paths, that we could stay here for a while this lifetime; it’s already against heaven’s chance, enough.”
Buddha Ancestor was quite resigned.
“Right, with the accumulation during this time, even if we go out, I’ll soar to the skies!”
“That makes sense… wait, shouldn’t we take advantage of now and grab more to store up?!”
One by one, the lunatics, realizing that food was becoming limited, couldn’t help themselves and began a frantic scramble!
…
After dinner.
Everyone gathered together to drink.
With alcohol taking effect, soon, Li Fan’s disciples were slightly tipsy.
“Following the Four Sights, comes the Realm of the Dead Shadows…”
Nan Feng murmured to herself, her thoughts entering the Path-Scenic Land, moving forward along her own path of the musical Dao.
On her musical Dao path, immortal lights blossomed, saintly radiance flickered, divine melodies arose.
Following the path to its end, suddenly countless epochs of illusions appeared around her.
In one vibrant world where immortal light lingered, it seemed that just by stepping inside, one could achieve immortality, touching the forbidden Immortal Path.
In one Wildlands, forebears were struggling, battles repeatedly erupted, terrifying Qi Cultivators chasing celestial bodies, yet ultimately bleeding to death.
In one ocean of music, where celestial melodies overlapped, musical notes converged into various phenomena, incredibly astonishing.
…
These are reflections of various epochs and spaces!
Her musical Dao path, connected to countless epochs of the dead shadows.
At this moment, Nan Feng could step into any of these epochs of the dead shadows.
However, it was extremely dangerous; most of the epochs of the dead shadows had already completely vanished, linking one’s own path of Dao to them, at worst, would destroy oneself, die and vanish; at least, would cut off the forward path, trapped within the dead shadows for life.
Why were there countless overlords in the Grey Mist Sea, but extremely few True Ancestors? It’s because, from the countless epochs of the Dead Shadows, finding the true passable Dao was just too difficult.
“Countless dead shadows… which path to take?”
Nan Feng was in deep thought.
However, at this moment, she suddenly seemed to hear from the depths of countless worlds of the deceased, a gentle whisper:
“Throughout all ages, eternal darkness prevails… there is no path to tread.”
This faint murmur, as if traversing through the ages, resonated in the passage of time, whispering into the ears of every being, seemingly revealing the true essence of the world!
Nan Feng was instantly stunned, because, she found that this voice… was exactly like her master’s!
What was going on?
Could it be… words that the master once left in the passage of time?
No…
But a certain premonition began to rise in Nan Feng’s heart.
This whisper did not seem like words lingering in time, but rather, seemed like a sound of the current age.
But…how could that be possible?
At this moment, she fell into deep confusion.
And she was not the only one.
The other disciples were also venturing forward along the path of the Dao.
Zi Ling, Long Zixuan, Lu Rang, Dugu Yuqing, and others…
All saw the chaotic light and shadow in the Path-Scenic Land, with scenes from ages past unfolding before their eyes, ready to step inside.
But they all heard the same whisper, the same murmur.
Throughout all ages, eternal darkness prevails… there is no path to tread!
“No path to tread… why do I feel like this is a message to all the beings under the sky?”
“It’s the master’s voice…”
“What exactly is going on?”
They were all puzzled.
At this moment, Zi Ling opened her eyes, having finished her drink, her face flushed and her large eyes somewhat hazy, she looked at Li Fan and asked:
“Master… did you whisper something to us?”
Li Fan was busy stroking a cat and drinking wine. Hearing this, he couldn’t help but smile and said:
“No, not at all.”
Was Zi Ling drunk and hallucinating?
Zi Ling said, “Oh… I thought I heard you say, everywhere is dark, there’s no road to walk on…”
A road?
What kind of hallucination was that…
And everywhere is dark with no road to walk on… Could it be that Zi Ling has been reading books by Lu Xun?
That style, absolutely Lu Xun’s…
However, it seems there are none of his books in my study… just miscellaneous books rewarded by the system.
Li Fan did not think too much about it, slightly tipsy, he chuckled and said:
“There is inherently no path in this world… but where many pass, a path is made.”
Hearing this, Nan Feng, Zi Ling, and the others suddenly seemed thoughtful.
“There is inherently no path in this world… but where many pass… a path is made…”
Dugu Yuqing murmured to himself, and a spirit of solitary bravery suddenly rose in his heart, he whispered:
“If there is no path through all ages… then it starts with oneself… forging a path!”
In the Path-Scenic Land, his thoughts transformed into a Divine Sword, annihilating thousands of lingering shadows!
The deceased shadows of ages past, all were useless!
The remarkable paths of the past ages might have been many… but he abandoned them all to tread a new path of his own!
In an instant, the shadows disappeared rapidly in his Path-Scenic Land, turning into a sky full of light rain.
And Dugu Yuqing, with a single thought, his sword intent soared and he literally smelted the dark Path-Scenic Land into a path of the Sword Dao, stretching endlessly forward!
He… shattered the deceased shadows and established his own Sword Dao!
“I… have succeeded.”
Dugu Yuqing murmured, at this moment, he truly passed the Realm of the Dead Shadows, qualifying as a supreme overlord!
“I have successfully blazed a path of the Sword Dao…”
Dugu Yuqing looked at the path beneath his feet within the Path-Scenic Land, extremely thrilled.
But, just at that moment.
At the end of the path, there suddenly arose a laid-back whisper:
“There is inherently no path in this world, I walked it and others followed, thus a path was made…”
Dugu Yuqing was instantly stunned.
This voice… was still, exactly the same as the previous one.
Both seemed like the master whispering…
“Master… still at the end of the path?”
Dugu Yuqing’s mind was a bit disordered…
“This world… doesn’t have any new paths… are they all paths trodden by master??”
He was stunned.
Believing that severing all shadows with a single sword was his true heart, his own path, he never imagined that at the end of the path, his master’s voice would still echo!
But then, a chilling possibility suddenly crossed his mind…
Could it be wrong… at the end of the path… is it the master???
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Good night