Cultivating with Symbiosis Panel

Chapter 825 454: No One Can Enter_2

How many side paths must one take among them.Even that Yang Ke Dao You of Qiongguan Mountain can't calculate it out.

Because the future is already fixed.

All the roads are merely choices that lead toward the future.

But."

At this point, Su Xing closed his eyes for a moment:

"Exactly two hundred and thirteen years ago, the rest of them and I all sensed that something had gone wrong with the future of the Tao Furnace Realm, and we couldn't tell whether it was good or bad."

"Because a soul entered that world."

"He's a variable we can't compute, and I don't know whether things will head in a good direction or a bad one."

Normally, when faced with this kind of situation.

That existence of Qiongguan Mountain who guards the Light-Reflecting Ten-Directions-Worlds Array should have taken action.

Wiping him out directly is the best option.

Regardless of whether the outcome would be good or bad, killing him outright is the most appropriate.

"But you discovered you actually couldn't make a move?" The nine-colored light flickered, as if that existence were blinking in thought.

"Yes."

"Even the Light-Reflecting Ten-Directions-Worlds Array couldn't erase Li Ye."

"At the time I even considered going down to the lower realm personally… but after seeing his innate talent, I gave up."

"I sealed everything away, stopped discussing it with the other Dao friends, and just quietly watched over him, until he finally walked up in front of me."

Su Xing's lips curved slightly upward.

"Fortunately."

"Fortunately I didn't do that back then."

"Otherwise where would I get such a perfectly pleasing little disciple's disciple?"

The nine-colored light dimmed a little.

This meant he couldn't remain here long.

It also meant he had nothing to do with the Gnostic School.

"So what future did you see later?"

Hearing this.

Su Xing stretched out his palm.

In his palm appeared a tree that could be said to be as luxuriant and sprawling as a world; its branches and leaves were so many they were almost impossible to see clearly.

If every branch was a Dao friend's world…

Then Su Xing could practically pull out a whole bunch of Dao friends to come help him beat people up anytime, anywhere, and every single one of them would definitely be no simple character.

And at the very center of that tree there was a single branch.

It was hard to say whether it counted as fully formed or not.

Anyway, it gave off a strange sense of being unable to develop, as if it were born frail and sickly, and even if it grew up it would still be skinny and small.

Yet this was precisely the "future" of the Tao Furnace Realm that Su Xing had once observed.

It still existed.

Which meant the future of the Tao Furnace Realm still existed as well.

It was just missing something.

The nine-colored light could sense that it urgently needed some specific thing, yet had never gotten it, to the point it had begun to grow impatient, restless, and unstable.

"Oh."

"Then no wonder."

"Your little disciple's disciple must have some kind of indescribable talent on the Spirit Plant path, right? Why didn't you suspect this was the authority of a Chaos Demon God?"

He really couldn't understand what these younger-generation Taoist brats were thinking.

Isn't this the answer written right on the question sheet?

If such an obvious yet special talent doesn't count as a chaos authority, then what does?

Su Xing shook his head. "Impossible."

"Because I have some guesses as to what it actually is."

"What is it?"

"…Do you have to ask so directly? You're at least a Heavenly Venerate!"

The nine-colored light said righteously, "I'm not. I'm only a manifestation of the Heavenly Venerate's consciousness."

"…You must never say that out loud!"

Su Xing felt like his head was about to explode.

This was actually something one could casually blurt out?

If word got out in the Upper Realm, who knew what kind of uproar it would cause.

"So what is it?" After exposing himself, the nine-colored light simply stopped pretending: "Think of me as whatever you like, it doesn't matter. My thoughts are all circulating within the Heavenly Venerate's sea of consciousness anyway.

He truly dotes on your little disciple's disciple and those kids.

He's even thought about sending down his Primordial Spirit to the lower realm; doesn't that already sufficiently demonstrate how special your lineage is in his eyes?"

No wonder the Eight Trigrams is a Great Dao.

Su Xing suddenly understood what his little disciple's disciple had meant.

How could even a wisp of the Heavenly Venerate's consciousness be this curious?

He really wanted to say it.

But unfortunately, he still couldn't.

So he simply began changing the subject this way and that, dragging things out until the nine-colored light could no longer remain in the lower realm and directly returned to the Celestial Palace.

Only then did he wave his hand. "Have a safe trip!"

"If you dare, just don't come to the East Pole Longevity Realm!"

The nine-colored light left behind this sentence and vanished.

Only then did he realize that this guy had been talking with him for so long, yet hadn't said a single useful thing.

Su Xing didn't care in the slightest about this bit of "threat."

The real Taiyi Suffering Celestial Lord would never treat him like that anyway.

If it really came down to it, he could still ask Monkey Bro to step in.

Although Monkey Bro was now serving in the Buddhist Sect as the Victorious Fighting Buddha, his seat as the Great Sage Equalling Heaven was still there, personally recognized by the Great Heavenly Venerate.

"Time to go see how the disciple's disciple is doing."

Su Xing entered the deepest part of the palace halls.

He first soothed the Beaver a bit, then his figure dissolved into a wisp of green smoke.

In an instant he entered an extremely special space.

If one had to put it a certain way.

This was where the True Spirit of the River of Cosmic Light truly resided.

Back then, in order to find this place, the few of them had really racked their brains; that brat of Qiongguan Mountain even broke seven or eight Eight Trigrams Plates, and Miye's sword was damaged, before they finally found it.

And then.

Naturally they "persuaded" the River of Cosmic Light with great kindness to split off a bit of its origin.

After all, although Mediation Creation was said to be able to create all things, his skills weren't yet refined; he was far from being able to hand-sculpt the essence of the River of Cosmic Light.

If they wanted to open up an entirely new river in the Tao Furnace Realm, they really needed that bit of essence.

In the end, things went quite smoothly.

The greatest strengths of the River of Cosmic Light were time and endurance, but the few of them had long since gathered the Three Flowers at their crowns and the Five Qi Chaoyuan; their rank, if one had to say, was already approaching that of those twelve Golden Immortal seniors.

Naturally, they could "negotiate" quite smoothly.

As for the fact that afterward, because the carpet they wanted to lay kept getting bigger, and because some things needed to be buried in place, they came here one time, two times, three, four, five, six… that sort of thing.

Well, that just turned into habit.

Coming here felt as relaxed and at ease as going home.

He even waved a hand:

"Yo!"

"Long time no see, old friend, did you miss me?"

The River of Cosmic Light: "..."

If I could curse, I'd have long since wished you an early ascent to Bliss.

There was no response.

Because the River Spirit of Cosmic Light was currently busy messing around with Li Ye.

It was a… small world.

Inside, rain fell eternally without cease.

Everywhere stood some structures that looked like pavilions yet were straight and utterly without aesthetic, as if they'd been carved out: buildings.

Li Ye was holed up in a room inside one of those pavilions.

The room wasn't large; the floor was covered with a thick carpet, all sorts of things were scattered everywhere, and there was a dog, several Beavers, a Phoenix, Magnolias…

In short, all kinds of Spirit Pets were lying on the carpet.

And Li Ye himself?

He was lying on the bed in the room.

Mouth lazily chanting, "One dumpling, two dumplings…"

And there really were dumplings hopping past in front of him.

Su Xing: "...?"

For a moment he wondered if Li Ye had gone insane from stress. That would really be unbearable; he'd definitely have to ask that elder who'd granted him the measuring ruler to help.

But upon closer inspection.

It didn't seem so.

Because within that world, Li Ye's expression was content, his movements relaxed as never before, and he even seemed a little lost in it.

Su Xing's pupils shrank.

He was about to barge in.

But he was actually blocked!

That heavy curtain of rain cut off everything; even he couldn't enter, yet it was continuously absorbing Tribulation Qi and Resentment Qi, along with the River Spirit of Cosmic Light's loneliness.

These merged to shroud the whole world.

A world of wind and rain belonging to him alone, never to cease.

What made him feel even more at a loss was.

The River Spirit of Cosmic Light was standing right in front of him, looking at him gravely.

Blocking his way.

"This is my good friend's home. You're not allowed to enter!"