Cultivating with Symbiosis Panel

Chapter 822 453: It Must Be an Illusion

In the River of Cosmic Light.Li Ye saw the dam built by the beavers.

Hmm.

It truly was a "dam" now.

Constructed along the river, the glazed radiance shone brightly in the murky waters, clearly revealing the flow of water within the dam.

The beavers lay comfortably atop the dam.

Enjoying the sunlight that wasn't there at all.

This scene made Li Ye feel a bit dazed.

It had indeed been a long time since he had felt such ease.

Back in the little courtyard, he too watched the beavers frolic and roll on the dam, caring only if there would be warm sunshine the next day—or better yet, rain instead of sun.

"Chirp chirp?"

The beavers immediately noticed Li Ye's presence.

Even as ancient beings, in front of Li Ye, they knew when to climb his legs or snuggle.

Anyway, they surrounded Li Ye with their fluffy, chubby bodies, bringing an uncontrollable smile to his face.

"Sigh."

"When will you ever grow up?"

Yes, he said it like that.

But Li Ye preferred them to remain this way forever.

As long as they liked it, as he hoped, and he could protect them for eternity, what's the harm?

Growth is painful.

The beavers noticed his thoughts, their tiny eyes rolling before they pulled Li Ye into the dam.

The dam was incredibly large.

It was no less impressive than a palace.

The beavers seemed intent on making it grand inside, unlike their usual narrowly passable passages.

It was clear...

"Made for me?"

"Chirp!" They raised their heads proudly.

"Thank you so much, I really like it." Li Ye looked at this palace-like structure, clearly sensing the power flowing within it.

This place… is suitable for cultivating a divine technique.

The "Nine Songs"' Ritual Soul.

It's that technique that creates a "Sacrificial Altar," where all Spiritual Qi is isolated, allowing a cultivator to control a Spirit Domain.

Long ago, Li Ye thought it was a sophisticated Dharma Method that used one's power to repel other spiritual powers—many spirit domains were like that, which broke easily when meeting abnormal forces.

Bullying the weak is easy.

But why need such abilities to bully the weak?

Even now, Li Ye could casually find over ten thousand ways, each more brutal than a cat playing with a mouse.

But upon truly mastering it, he realized.

Oh!

It was not a spiritual power forming the spirit domain.

But time itself.

The Sacrificial Altar only vanishes at time's end, thus power also dissipates at time's end.

Only when the cultivator exists as an "anchor point"

can they stand firm within it.

However, this Dharma Method has serious requirements.

For instance,

it requires having witnessed sufficient flows of time to engrave the Sacrificial Altar within the divine sense.

No wonder the senior brother could learn it.

Being born from the Ruo Wood's spirit, of course, he had enough time elapse, possibly more historical than many families.

Before, Li Ye couldn't learn because he did not have any time flow.

But now it is different; the time flow here is as turbulent as a river, soaking in it briefly likely satisfies the requirements for this Dharma Method.

Yet still.

He was more curious about what the beavers wanted him to see.

He followed the beavers.

Quickly reaching the lowest level of the dam.

This place had already delved into the River of Cosmic Light's… sediment.

What flowed was not riverwater.

But millennia upon millennia's, no, thousands of millennia's sediment, that gray sediment sticking to the dam's glazed surface, pressuring Li Ye.

Even though he knew the dam created by the beavers was surely safe.

The bottom is the dam's most crucial part; if anything went wrong here, the entire dam would surely collapse.

But he was just afraid.

Yes.

Afraid.

Afraid of the gray flowing sediment around, the constant pressure, and the solitude and desolation exclusive to time.

"Why?"

"Am I afraid?"

"I actually..."

Li Ye felt water droplets on his cheeks.

Those bits, tinged with golden light, like the purest spring water, fell to the ground, shattering into countless pieces.

He was actually crying!?

What made him feel uncomfortable was this filling solitude and sadness permeating around him, making his eyes sour, his tears uncontrollably flowing.

The more he cried, the more comfortable it felt.

As if crying could wash away the long sadness.

He didn't want to stop crying.

"…"

I've seen a ghost.

No, maybe seeing a ghost is harder.

If a ghost approached now, it would probably be exorcised by his radiant light, unable to approach.

"So why?" he looked at the beavers.

Curiously tilting his head: "Why can't I stop crying here?"

"Because you must accept this sorrow."

This time the beaver didn't chirp or act cute.

Instead, it spoke:

"Master, do you know? Immortality is a curse."

"For a being as emotional as you, it's even more of a curse."

"You will watch us pass away, see everything you care about vanish, watch as those left by your side dwindle, and eventually, even those who resemble old friends won't appear."