Chapter 50: Direct Pointing to the Original Mind
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He departed into the blue sky, his Taoist robe was like snow, his body contained the rhythm of the Tao, without being tainted by a single thread of worldly dust.
The stream gurgles, with golden carp jumping up and down. The two people stand silently, both of them standing in front of the stream, without a word.
Looking ahead at the Qingyun Peak shrouded in sacred mist, Qi Tian seemed to see a figure of an old man. It was an old Taoist priest in white robes, standing at the summit of the mountain. The mountain wind howled, but it couldn't move his clothes. The icy water vapor hid the frost, but it couldn't freeze a single hair on his head.
In front of Lao Dao, a young boy stood, the boy could not withstand the mountain wind, his body was trembling with fear, and his short hair had condensed into tiny ice crystals.
"Zitian, do you know the meaning of standing at the summit?"
"The mountain peak is where one stands higher than others."
"Yes, I am already standing in a place higher than others. From here, you can overlook the lives of all people and even see their fate."
"But Master, I don't understand. Here, all I see is fog. I can't see anything below the mountain, neither the living beings nor their destinies."
In the midst of the two eyes, two golden yin-yang fish emerged, with a hint of sharpness emanating from them. The two yin-yang fish rotated along two different paths, and for an instant, there was a sign of fusion, but it vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Yes, at first, I could see nothing, neither the multitude of beings nor their destinies."
"What?"
Yun Fei was taken aback and looked at Qi Tian.
Shaking his head, Qitian said: "I couldn't see the fate of all living beings. Now, I still haven't seen it, and their destiny, I also haven't seen. Master, I think I've finally understood what you meant back then."
"What is it?!"
Yun Fei stared intently at Qi Tian, and in this moment, he seemed to understand something, as a golden yellow sword light shone through his eyes.
"Sharp words pierce the heart, directly entering one's soul, seeking a clear conscience!"
Sharp words pierce the heart, but I ask for a clear conscience!
He muttered two sentences, and the flying sword light flashed brightly, with two sword lights almost bursting out. At this moment, Qi Tian's original sharpness was slowly retracted, not completely retracted like before. Now, every moment, there is a faint layer of sharpness protecting his body. He relaxed his suppression of the innate sword body, and the sharpness naturally flowed, making him feel that every muscle and bone in his body was trembling. The sharpness flowed through them, and every strand of flesh and blood was stronger than before, like divine iron, like a dao sword, with an invisible great momentum rising up faintly.
Beyond a thousand miles.
The originally walking Buxing Tian suddenly stopped his footsteps, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes. In an instant, he revealed a smile and said: "Directly pointing to the heart, opening up the grand situation? It seems that the time won't be too long."
Behind the Sword Peak Mountain
A waterfall cascades down like a dragon, hanging down for hundreds of feet. In front of an ancient pool, on top of a huge bluestone, a Taoist lies with his head on a wine gourd, emitting thunderous snores.
Suddenly, the snoring stopped, and the Taoist opened his sleepy eyes, with a slit at the corner of his mouth. Then he closed his eyes again, and the snoring started once more, like thunder rolling.
Qingyun Peak mountain foot.
Ming Bing Dao Ren sat cross-legged at the edge of a ten-zhang void, and at this moment, nearly a thousand people had gathered at the foot of the mountain. Apart from the 417 disciples of the fourth generation, there were also several hundred disciples of the sixteenth generation.
Almost a thousand people were divided into dozens of groups, and Jin Quan was now standing in the largest group.
Xuan Bing Sect had nearly a hundred people, each and every one of them exuding an aura that was not weak.
The Seventeenth Generation's Eight Peaks' leader, apart from Bu Qing Tian, the seven people of Yun Bi Rong had already arrived. They were scattered among the Seven Clans, which ranked only second to the Xuan Bing Sect. Moreover, many of the Sixteenth Generation disciples were also present, yet they couldn't overshadow the splendor of these seven individuals.
The seventeenth generation of Baifeng's leader had once suppressed the sixteenth generation's junior fellow disciples, and among the sixteenth generation's disciples, he was also quite famous.
"It's Bai Qingtian, he has arrived!"
Someone whispered, and the eyes of all the tribes converged. A young man walked slowly, his Taoist robe was like snow, every step he took was three feet away, but it was as if he was strolling in a leisurely courtyard, with a hint of Taoist rhyme overflowing from him.
The green sky arrived, and Ming Ice Road looked at it with a glance, then closed his eyes again.
He didn't join any group, standing alone in a corner with nobody daring to approach him, as if it was a taboo.
Half an hour later.
The various disciples of Zufeng have arrived one after another, and almost everyone is present now.
Ming Bing Dao Ren opened his eyes, just about to get up, when suddenly his gaze condensed, and a mysterious aura spread out, drawing everyone's attention, looking towards the distance.
"Two of Jianfeng's men, how dare you come here!"
"I heard they had a fight with Master Jinquan of the Xuanbing Sect before and suppressed the 17th generation of Qinshan."
"Qin Shan has already entered the realm of recognizing gods, his combat power is among the top fifty in the 17th generation, yet he was suppressed by Master Jinquan?"
Some people don't believe such rumors, asked the news.
"Who would have believed it? This is what I saw with my own eyes, the First Heaven Sword Body's sharpness was unmatched, a single finger poke at close range pierced through Jinquan Shixiong's palm and suppressed Qin Shan."
"Actually pierced through Master Jinquan's palm!"
"However, Jinquan Shixiong later wanted to exert his Taoist power to suppress it, but was driven away by Bu Qingtian. Jinquan Shixiong had said that in order to suppress the Xiantian Sword Body, one would need to use extremely powerful Taoist power to forcibly crush it. The Xiantian Sword Qi originated from ancient times and possessed the majesty of a sword immortal, unlike those of recent times."
Before long, the two Qitian arrived, and many disciples felt some changes, but they couldn't say clearly, only some of the 16th generation with deep cultivation changed their faces, revealing an unbelievable expression.
"Directly pointing to the mind, the great opportunity is open! How can one possibly reach such a state?"
"Jian Feng has been suppressed all along, and recently, his innate sword body has also been suppressed. How can he break through the situation!"
"This person's momentum is vast and open, directly pointing to the original heart. From now on, they will have nothing to worry about in their actions. Such a person, even among the sixteen generations, can be counted on one hand. Their future achievements will definitely not be low, and they will surely rise to prominence and sit firmly at the top of our Qingyun Sect."
When Qi Tian and the two of them thoroughly approached, these sixteen generations of disciples also sensed this momentum from Yun Fei's body, although not as thorough as Qi Tian, but also not far off.
Many people were speechless, and Qitian was just fine. The Pre-Heaven Sword Body had given birth to a half-immortal like Xuanjian Upper Person who could compare with the Dragon Gate Realm, but they knew Yun Fei and understood his temperament. Unexpectedly, he also had such great momentum, many people couldn't accept it, thinking that heaven's will was playing tricks on them.
Deeply gazing at Qitian for a moment, Ming Bing stood up, swung her sleeve, and a huge ice boat suddenly descended onto the ground.
The ice boat exuded a cold aura, over 300 meters long, with dragon patterns carved on its surface. A deep and profound Taoist rhythm emanated from it, causing many disciples to feel their hearts tremble, as if the ice boat could crush them instantly.
"The disciples of the various peaks ascend the ice boat!"
The Taoist master spoke up, drowning out everyone else's voices, his words clear and audible.
Once aboard the ice boat, they would have to head to the Demon Prison, with no turning back. Some of the disciples were hesitant, having heard about the dangers of the Demon Prison, but thinking about the benefits, many people gritted their teeth and disregarded life and death.
Xuan Bing taught everyone to board the ice boat, and Jin Quan looked at Qi Tian with cold eyes. Some disciples pointed at him beside him, all pointing at Qi Tian.
Waiting for numerous tribes to board the ice boat, Bu Qing Tian finally set off. His body overflowed with Dao rhyme, as if he had sunk into the Great Dao, with a transcendent demeanor. For more than a year, no one had seen him take action, his combat power had reached the realm of transformation, and was unfathomably deep.
Finally, it was the turn of the two Qitian. Everyone's eyes converged, but were diverted by the initial momentum of Qitian's birth, as if no gaze could land on the two. Seeing the two board the ice boat, all the groups withdrew their gazes and stopped looking at them.
Ming Ice Path person fell in front of the boat, he stood with his hands behind his back, Xianfeng Daogu, all over his body was shining with a faint, ethereal glow, like an immortal being banished to the mortal world.
"Get up!"
The icy boat's cold air suddenly retracted, and a thunderous sound rang out. The entire ice boat instantly floated into the air and rose towards the ninth heaven. (New book rankings have been blasted to sixth place, ten steps begging for recommendation votes! Sword friends who haven't collected it yet, please collect it, ten steps thank you!)
