Chapter Thirteen: The Aura of Desolation
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The night moon is silent, the sky is filled with thick black clouds, covering up the dim and lifeless cold moonlight, plunging the entire earth into a hazy night.
"Dong! Dong! ——"
In the distant towering mountain peaks that pierced the clouds, a loud evening bell rang out across the sky, like a flood pouring down, along the rugged and strange rocks, ancient pines competing with each other in their weirdness on the surface of the mountain, rapidly spreading out in all directions.
"Turn off the lights!"
"Turn off the lights!"
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A long, full-bodied shout echoed through the lush and verdant peaks, amidst the reverberating echoes that filled the mountains. The rows of cottages below, flickering with weak candlelight, suddenly plunged into darkness.
In the quiet house on the mountain top, a cold and solemn atmosphere prevailed. Wen Ya quickly washed her hands and feet with spring water and extinguished the oil lamp.
Although it's already time to sleep, Wenyu got into bed but didn't plan on sleeping. Instead, he continued to cultivate the Nameless True Qi technique, a habit formed after eight years of persistence!
In the darkness, Wen Ya's eyes were tightly closed, his expression solemn, and he sat cross-legged on the hard bed board, his hands clasped together in a strange finger seal at chest level, repeating a steady and powerful breath.
A faint, extremely weak light flickered on his body surface with a soft glow. Wen Ya's body seemed to be shrouded in a hazy layer of red light, and the crackling sound of bones continuously came from inside his body.
A warm current flows all over the body, through the limbs and hundreds of joints, nourishing the bones, washing the meridians, and tempering the muscles... finally flowing silently to the middle of the chest, about two inches below the navel.
In the Dantian Qihai, a thread of white gas is woven and entwined, forming a ball-like object about the size of an ordinary person's thumb, suspended there, floating and hovering!
Then, Wen Ya sat cross-legged in stillness, immersing himself in the vastness and profundity of the "Nameless True Qi".
Time flies, and three hours have passed in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't until midnight that the lonely crescent moon hung high in the dark night sky, its gentle and cold light once again pouring down from the heavens. It was then that Wen Ya slowly came to from her meditative state.
As soon as he pushed open the paper window, a blast of cold air hit him in the face, causing Wen Ya's body to shudder involuntarily!
The air on the mountain is humid and exceptionally cool, inhaling into the lungs, feeling much more comfortable.
As far as the eye can see, under the dark and mysterious veil, layer upon layer of mountain peaks are rendered by the bright lights, with majestic and magnificent grandeur. At the top of the towering mountains, ancient and majestic palaces and buildings are stacked one after another.
"This is still just the outskirts of 'Zhēn Zhāng Zōng'!" Looking at the hazy moonlight, in the distance, those magnificent palaces standing tall in the darkness, Wen Ya's heart was filled with infinite yearning and admiration.
How vast and mysterious this world is!
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The moonlight is like water, a crescent moon quietly emerges from the thick clouds, gently sprinkling a piece of pure silver light.
Wen Ya stood with his hands behind him, in front of the yellowish-brown cowhide paper window, his cheeks bathed in the faint moonlight, his eyes flashing with a hint of strange light, quietly gazing up at the mysterious starry sky without any worries.
Endless void above, the stars across the sky follow the ancient and mysterious trajectory, slowly rotating again and again. The mysterious and unparalleled power is fully displayed in the void, powerful and breathtaking, yet perfectly harmonious...
Suddenly, his consciousness was dazed for a moment, and he stood still on the spot. As if he had turned into a boulder or a large tree, without any signs of life, yet giving people an intangible, illusory and wonderful feeling...
His eyes were as dark and deep as a quiet pool of water, with an endless array of strange colors rippling to the surface.
"Boom......" A shocking thunderbolt seemed to flash through his mind, a mysterious and profound feeling rose in his heart.
Suddenly, a gleam of insight burst forth in Wen Ya's mind!
In a daze.
In the deepest part of Wen Ya's soul, within the endless void, there was a quiet and desolate expanse, devoid of anything, like the primordial chaos at the dawn of creation, vast and boundless, yet empty and hollow.
Suddenly, a clarity emerged, and the magic god's appearance, which was deeply engraved in the soul, reappeared, suspended in the void.
"In ancient times, there were extraordinary people who emerged from the heavens and earth. They were skilled at wielding immense power, capable of lifting mountains and filling oceans, shifting the sun and moon. Every hair on their body corresponded to a celestial phenomenon, every pore was like a star in the universe, constantly changing and flowing. They could communicate with heaven and earth, and gather with ghosts and spirits. Their power was vast, but because they lived far from human society, hiding in remote wilderness, people called them 'Wu'."
A demon god suspended in mid-air.
Face blurry, amidst flames that flicker in and out of sight, can't see clearly, transforming without bounds. Fiery red hair, outside the body layers of black flames dance and change, soaring to the sky and burning fiercely, transforming into various forms: angry, majestic, gentle, violent, resolute... like a virtual and illusory true form.
A fiery red flame surges, the demon god with one face and eight arms, steps on two dragons, his left foot slightly raised, making a gesture of stepping into the void. The central hands stretch out to the middle finger, ring finger, and little finger, then use the thumb to press down on the pinky, crossing both hands in front of the chest, forming the three-worlds mudra that represents subjugation of past, present, and future.
The six things held in his hands are a sword, spear, staff, rope, bow and arrow.
Its entire body is emitting a hazy seven-colored divine light, with 365 suns, moons and stars revolving around it. The lights are vaguely condensed into 365 different mysterious symbols, only to disappear without a trace in the next moment!
One breath, one inhalation, life and death are inseparable; all mysteries and wonders naturally form the universe!
"All phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; they should be viewed as such."
Wen Ya's spiritual will has now entered a state of returning to simplicity and truth, transcending the mundane, being born together with heaven and earth, and becoming one with all things in a profound and mysterious realm!
This feeling was extremely strange, as if he had already completely merged with the demon god in front of him.
"This is truly an existence like the master of creation, supreme deity, with the power to dominate the present, past and future, invincible in the vast universe."
In heaven and on earth, I alone am supreme!
The demon god on the "Lu Ge Pan Jie Mo Hei Ka Zhuo Zhou Gang" is essentially a thought, a thought that has traversed thousands of years, almost eternal and indestructible. It has a profound power that penetrates to the marrow, and only descendants with the same bloodline can have the opportunity to merge and open it up!
Gradually, Wen Ya's heart became as calm as water, as if he had entered a spiritual realm of 'forgetting oneself and the world, merging with heaven and man', an ineffable wonderful feeling suddenly gushed forth in the deepest part of his soul.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and in a daze, with a "click" sound, it was as if some kind of hidden shackle deep in the blood vessels was suddenly broken.
A fine, ancient aura similar to silkworm silk enveloped Wenyu's entire body, surging through his limbs like the unstoppable floodwaters of the Yellow River.
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