Cultivating with Symbiosis Panel

Chapter 828 456: The Depictor of Hell

"Rustle!"The torrential rain poured down in buckets.

In an instant, the hole spilling blood and bones was washed into a barely discernible mud, flowing away with the constant water currents.

This guy is actually at the Nascent Soul stage.

But unfortunately, there are differences even among Nascent Souls.

For Cultivators, whose knowledge equals their level of cultivation, this is particularly true—Li Ye had long lost count of the wonders he had witnessed.

Killing a Nascent Soul was indeed easy.

No difficulty at all.

The torrential rain wasn't dispelled by his power; instead, it continued to pour down, merging into the earth.

"You…" Senior Sister Liu gathered her courage behind him: "If I can die under your axe, it would be my honor."

Li Ye turned around calmly.

The Treasure Lotus Lamp appeared out of nowhere.

Suspended quietly at his side, its bright yet compassionate light couldn't seem to dispel the pouring rain.

"You cannot die under my axe."

"Death is truly the simplest thing. Do you think that guy could die so easily?"

Li Ye smiled slightly, bathed in light.

Then Senior Sister Liu saw a wisp of gray power in the midst of the flames, seemingly out of place in this world, surge up from the mud, flowing towards the white bones and blood.

In the blink of an eye.

A fox, its fur drenched by the rain, appeared.

It stared blankly around.

Completely unable to understand why it was alive again?!

Then—

"Slash!"

The axe fell once more.

The fox died again.

Then the water surged upwards once more.

The fox lived…

The fox died.

Hmm, indeed, the power of the River of Cosmic Light is truly very useful, able to fix a creature's form for a short time, no matter how dead it is, it can return to its original state.

Unless power surpasses the River of Cosmic Light, otherwise, it is an endless cycle of life and death—quite literally.

But the pain does not disappear.

Just like the Hell Path once said.

Suffering is perpetual; even death cannot end it.

"You bastard!"

"Slash!"

"Aaaaah!"

"Slash!"

"Immortal…"

"Slash!

"..."

"Slash!

The fox went from mustering courage to pleading, finally unable to resist, its eyes losing luster, all in a matter of moments.

Li Ye did not think that slow torture was a good thing, nor was a swift death one continuous thread of endless suffering.

"…Have you vented enough."

At this moment,

A beam of starlight descended directly.

No power, only a gentle voice.

Like that gaze from the Heavenly Dome, crossing unknown distances, quietly watching over you night after night.

Not the Ancestor Master.

But Li Ye's master.

True Man Suoxing, oh no, should be called Taoist Suoxing now.

The Star Daoist in this life.

"Alas, I don't even know why I wanted to vent." Li Ye, not shy before his master, sighed: "I just felt that this matter was awkward, suffocating me.

If only I had told you at the time, if only I had this power, would this still have happened?

Senior Sister Liu is at fault, but aren't we also at fault?

I even think the Ancestor Master is at fault, if it were me, even if I had to risk everything, I would crush these Hell Path fiends one by one!"

The starlight grew brighter, draping over him like a Taoist robe, with a silken warmth.

"Yes."

"We are indeed at fault too."

Taoist Suoxing said, "Our fault lies in arrogance. The Four Seasons Sect is grand, yet always cares about this and that.

Even when the balance of power shifts, we can indeed turn the tide.

We should have used thunderous means to sweep away the filth.

Restore the world to its clarity."

Li Ye nodded repeatedly.

Honestly, he was indeed thinking this way now.

"So Original Senior Brother wants to transfer these powers to you." His master continued, "Strength and the freedom to follow one's mind is the essence of our Four Seasons Sect.

As long as we are strong enough, naturally someone will speak for us.

The world admires strength.

Just like those Academy Daoists, they can write whatever they want, after all, Great Scholars will interpret for them.

Many things they themselves don't even realize have such depth."

Li Ye shook his head: "But I really don't want these powers. In our sect, isn't it the talentless ones who stay at home? I don't want to be entangled in these trivial matters every day.

I'd rather do whatever I want with my friends.

A person of the mountains, yet not confined by the mountains, but having long ascended to immortality."

His master approvingly said "Hmm" and continued:

"Exactly."

"In truth, the authority of the Four Seasons Sect is so supreme that even if a pig were placed on the sect leader's throne, it would wield immense power and strength."

"Do you know Original Senior Brother's current cultivation?"

Wait, why suddenly use a pig as a metaphor?

If I were prepared, I would surely record this for you.

Then let the sect leader hear what you're really saying.

"Golden Core?" he tested.

"No."

"Foundation Establishment?"

"No."

"..."

"Could it be no cultivation at all?"

"Correct!"

His master's starlight burst into fireworks beside Li Ye, celebrating his finally getting it right.

"Your uncle, in truth, is a mortal."

"..."

This truly was something Li Ye did not expect.

So much so, his axe dropped to the ground.

Needless to say, the old argument about lifespan, a mortal's perspective, vitality, and overall vision truly cannot compare with a Cultivator, because the insights are indeed different.