The daily life of a max-level immortal cultivator

Chapter 240 The Way of Heaven

Liu Jun glimpsed the source of the accumulated snowflakes within Tao Li's body.

It was indeed brought here, or rather, it has existed since the creation of the Primordial Continent.

And what it relies on is the "core" that was used to create this world, which is also her natal sword - Yougu.

After learning about this, everything made sense.

Why does her dantian automatically fill up without her ever needing to absorb spiritual energy? Why does a "creation" without origin or soul awaken the memories of a deity?

Why can't she ascend even though her abilities are clearly unacceptable to the lower realms? Why are there so many ancient races remaining in what is merely a created small world?

Even though those two in the upper realm are called God-Kings and live in the so-called God Realm, they can easily create a world. However, they are ultimately just mortals who became gods, not gods born in the God Realm or existing in that era.

Such a created world is simply not qualified to attract so many ancient races to settle here, let alone have those "familiar faces" appear here one after another; they do not yet have that capability.

Yougu is her natal sword, forged from one of her ribs. It has accompanied her for countless years and has slain countless evil creatures in her hands.

But now it's so weak that Liu Jun can barely sense its presence.

Back then, she was punished by the gods, and her Nether Bone was also severely injured and broken. She thought it would disappear with her. Unexpectedly, after the decline of the divine realm, it was picked up and refined into the core of a world after losing its master.

The Yuanzhou Continent still exists today entirely thanks to the remaining energy within it, or rather, its energy.

The Ghost Bone was formed from one of her ribs; she and it were originally one, interdependent.

She grew stronger and stronger, while Yougu grew weaker and weaker. This was not solely due to her; the world was still very young, only a few hundred thousand years old, having been created tens of thousands of years after the God Realm was completely sealed off.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, nourishing countless living beings in this world. The already damaged Yougu was long past its last gasp.

It's as if this world was destined to be short-lived, and she was just an accident; whether she was there or not, the fate of this world would not change.

Looking at the huge crater that had just been blasted into the ground, and the sword hilt that was only partially visible in the center of the crater, Liu Jun remained in a daze for a long time.

"Old friend, it's been a long time..."

A barely audible whisper seemed to have traveled through countless years to reach its dilapidated state.

This caused the inanimate object to suddenly vibrate and resonate intensely, as if it were struggling to break free from the constraints of the stubborn rock and fly into the man's hand.

The area around the cave was shaking violently as if an earthquake had struck, and the unclaimed Nine Nether Glazed Flames were flickering wildly from the shaking, while the bright light above remained as stable as ever.

Not long after, the long sword buried deep in the ground seemed to break free and rise up from the ground, instantly turning into a beam of light and flying towards Liu Jun. In the blink of an eye, a moon-white bone sword appeared in Liu Jun's hand.

The bone sword is slightly curved and not decorated much. There is only a jade pendant with flowing leaves and star orchids on the hilt. However, the pendant is not a sword tassel. The four characters "Jian Qing" and "Jian Zhuo" are engraved on the hilt.

She stroked the area where the four characters were carved, a habit she had developed over the years that had become muscle memory. Then she looked at the cracks on the blade. It was no ordinary weapon and would be difficult to repair with the level of expertise here, but at least it wouldn't have to stay here any longer.

It is the core of the Primordial Continent, and as long as one does not leave this world, there will be no trouble.

However, it is now so weak that it is no different from an ordinary weapon. Moreover, since the Ghost Bone was forged, it has always had a sword spirit. However, Liu Jun could not sense its presence even after he had the sword in his hand, which shows that it was really badly injured.

"Little White, I will save you."

After storing the Nether Bone into his sea of ​​consciousness, Liu Jun gazed at the scene before him in silence for a moment. Then, with a wave of his hand, he restored the place to its original state. As for the remaining few clusters of unclaimed Nine Nether Glazed Flames, Liu Jun did not collect them, leaving them for someone destined to retrieve them in the future.

Liu Jun didn't bother to count how many days he had spent underground. Now that he had retrieved the Ghost Bone, this last worry of his was over.

On her way back to the sect from the Far East, she walked very slowly, enjoying these last precious moments while also searching for materials to repair her Nether Bone.

Whether it's a past life, this life, or the lives of those fragments of the soul, without exception, they are all hurried and do not end well.

Their original lives were always filled with fruitless pursuits. This was just a chance for them to relive their lives. The past is history, and all the beautiful endings are just illusions.

In the mortal realm of Tianxing Kingdom, a spy carefully selected and sent to the palace ultimately dies in the palace turmoil caused by the barbarian king's usurpation of power.

The favored concubine, relying on her powerful maternal clan, was arrogant and domineering, yet she longed to receive true affection from the emperor. She never made a mistake with the Mother-Child Gu poison. If the emperor didn't love her, then she would love the emperor instead, and the result was predictable.

There are also the lowly maids whose lives are as insignificant as grass, and the last fantasies of courtesans before their deaths. The only stories that end peacefully are those told from their own perspective, not those that they actually experienced.

The grass is free, but what about the flowers and the trees?

They've probably died somewhere unknown long ago.

So take this opportunity to think more about them and about yourselves.

Heaven is unjust, fate is unjust, but Heaven is her, and fate is tied to her.

She was born with an excellent destiny, but her fate was full of twists and turns, and she suffered all kinds of hardships. Sometimes she really wanted to ask the primordial chaos, why was it her?

A storm is brewing; beneath the calm lies a world on the verge of collapse, a fact known only to her.

She could never become Xingye; she just wanted to go back, back to the modern world, back to the home where no one was waiting for her.

This dream has lasted far too long, nearly two hundred years, enough for an ordinary person to live two lifetimes. It's time for her to wake up.

……

It seemed to be her first time setting foot on the territory of Shuilin Peak. She had always been the one being sought out by others, but she still chose to keep that one-sided appointment.

This is his territory, and he should know that even if he has just set foot here. Before he had even taken two steps, there was another person in front of him.

"Xing'er, you've come."

Xuan Yin's eyes were bright, with a hint of expectation hidden within.

Liu Jun stopped and did not move forward, his expression indifferent: "Speak, why do you want to see me?"

Xuan Yin did not rush to answer, but asked, "Xing'er, you haven't properly explored Water Rippling Peak yet, have you? Shall I take you there?"

Liu Jun looked up into his eyes, still expressionless and silent. He then turned to leave, but Xuan Yin hurriedly stopped him, not daring to say anything more.

He seemed to hesitate for a while before cautiously asking, "Xing'er, are you... still blaming me for what happened back then..."

"You sought me out here just to ask about this matter?"

Xuan Yin nodded very seriously.

Liu Jun crossed his arms, a hint of sarcasm playing on his lips.

"Those matters were resolved tens of thousands of years ago, so why are you asking me about them now? Is that really necessary?"

"Xing'er..."

"My name is Liu Jun, and I will only have this one name from now on. Who are you calling, True Lord Yinxuan?"

Xuan Yin felt a pang of sorrow within him, his face showing extreme grief: "Xing'er is still blaming me..."

Liu Jun took a deep breath, his hatred vanished, replaced by endless mockery as he looked at him.

"Have you ever experienced the feeling of having your godhood destroyed, your divine essence removed, being tortured day and night, and finally watching your primordial spirit dissipate little by little?"

Seeing Xuan Yin's face gradually turn pale, Liu Jun merely gave a light, dismissive laugh, his eyes devoid of any pain or reminiscence, as if he were talking about a complete stranger.

"That's all my own fault, but of course, I can't have done without your help."

Xuan Yin's face grew increasingly pale, and his eyes were filled with pain.

"Xing'er, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, I've let you down!"

"Ah……"

"As I have already said, all grudges were settled the moment the primordial spirit dissipated, and there is no point in arguing about right and wrong now."

"Now you be your Yin Xuan Zhenjun, and I will be my Xiaoyao Sanren. The best outcome is for us to stay out of touch."

"Xing'er..."

"Also, I dislike it most when you call me that. I have a name, and I don't want to repeat it."