Chapter Sixty-Seven: We are born into the sea of suffering,
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But even a long lifespan has an end, and a limited lifespan is a timeless dilemma for every demon clan.
The demon race is naturally born with a lifespan of five hundred and eighteen years. Under normal circumstances, without any accidents or injuries, they live as long as the gods.
"The single character 'yao' is inherently noble. To enjoy this fortune is also as it should be."
But where does the greed for more end Who can laugh in the face of life and death From ancient times to now, the exploration of lifespan has never ceased.
The path of extraordinary cultivation is naturally the right way, what aspiring individuals strive for. But the journey of cultivation, like climbing a mountain barefoot, the higher you go, the more treacherous it becomes...Those who reach the peak are few and far between, even among countless demons and monsters.
The heavens never cease to nurture the vitality of all things. Beyond the great path, there are also rare and uncommon routes.
It is said that there is an immortal spring in the world. Its water is inexhaustible. It takes three hundred and thirty-three years for one drop to fall, and ten drops can make a mouthful. Drinking it can grant immortality.
Ordinary demon clan, drinking it can live as long as a true demon.
Even a genuine demon's garment can prolong their lifespan beyond their natural limit!
Only those without blessings can see the hidden secrets of Baquan Heaven and Earth.
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Of course, Jiang Wang didn't know about the legends of this demon world.
So he did not much care for the lament of this aging monster.
Though the evolving forms of the Skeleton have become increasingly powerful, they have not surpassed his control - he estimates that the Skeleton's strength should be comparable to Pig King's power level.
Thus, it can be deduced that the appearance of this skeleton is either a test from some kind of divine examination within the Shenxiao realm.
Because true danger doesn't care about the target's cultivation level. Only specific trials have standards.
The Yaozu's demon soldier ranks are equivalent to the Tenglong cultivators of the Human Race, and the demon general ranks are equivalent to the Neifu cultivators of the Human Race.
As for his name, Jiang Wang, it can be inscribed on the Monument of Cultivation History, the first inner chamber of all time. At this level of power application, one could say he has surveyed all of history and is at the pinnacle.
If Zhu Dali were under his control, he wouldn't be able to pass this test corresponding to this level of power. The difficulty of such a test in the Shenxiao realm is probably that few exist in the world and the demon realm could pass it safely... the test would no longer be a test.
To his astonishment, the evolution of this skeleton into a strange old man bore an uncanny resemblance to Zhu Dali. He couldn't tell if it had been born from Zhu Dali in the first place, or if it had absorbed details during the battles and gradually formed this likeness.
No matter how you look at it, its origin is bizarre and full of possibilities.
In order to avoid raising suspicion from Zhu Dali, Jiang Wang did not use the Samādhi True Fire, but intentionally slowed down the killing speed, giving himself more time to gather insights.
"Master Dao... Master Dao! Wasn't he just talking about the Immortal Spring!" Zhu Dali excitedly asked in his heart.
Though Zhu Dali's cultivation wasn't impressive, he often roamed the path and came across all sorts of monsters. He knew a little about everything, and he had even heard the legend of this immortal spring.
Although members of the Taiping Dao are said to be of high moral character, "with their own peace in mind, worldly affairs like power struggles and profit-seeking are nothing," but immortality, is that not a worldly affair If one has a lifespan of thousands of years, what is there they cannot seek If one has a lifespan of thousands of years, how can they not see the day when their ideals are realized "Don't be surprised. What's an elixir of life"
Jiang Wang didn't know what the Fountain of Youth was, as the leader of the Taiping Dao, he shouldn't be unaware of rumors that even Zhu Dali knew. But this didn't affect his judgment on the nature of the Fountain of Youth, knowing it was roughly what kind of treasure.
All things, from natural treasures to bizarre rarities, exist in this world. Nothing is beyond reach. What you hear and see doesn't matter. What you grasp holds significance.
Accompanied by such wise words, Zhu Dali's impetuous heart gradually calmed down.
He deeply felt that there was indeed a chasm between his own realm and that of the Dao Master. It wasn't just about cultivation, power, or vision, but also a difference in mindset.
Facing such a world treasure as the Fountain of Youth, even a noble celestial demon like you would find it hard to remain composed. Throughout history, countless bloody conflicts have erupted over this fountain, and many celestial demons have perished in its pursuit!
Even the Fountain of Youth can't make way for those who don't give way proactively!
How magnificent!
Zhu Dali was still deeply moved. The exquisite swordsmanship of the Daoist Master from Taiping had once again cut down his opponent with a single strike.
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As for this opponent who looks similar to him, seeming old and withered, Zhu Dalì didn't feel anything special about it. He just took it as a peculiar outward manifestation.
He is still very young, not yet at the age of fearing old age.
Feeling the release of blade energy, I stood silent, drawing my long sword toward the corpse. In a moment, the elderly body before me flowed like water, sinking into the ground and disappearing without a trace.
“This time, it was completely wiped out.”
Just as Zhu Dali's heart began to think this way...
Ga ga ga, ga ga ga.
The sound of bubbles rising from the spring came again.
Just where the withered corpse had vanished, among the cracks of decaying leaves and twigs, translucent bubbles began to rise one after another. Life and death, ebb and flow.
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In the vision, it is eerie and densely packed.
In the realm of hearing, it causes listeners to feel disgust and aversion.
At one moment, all the bubbles disappeared.
The noise subsided in an instant.
Only the newest bubble remained, growing larger and thinner. Its reflection shimmered on the leaves, refracting the rising sun, its shadow overlapping...
Those layers of bubbles, like scenes of a story unfolding, like the evolution of someone's life. But the light and shadow are too fine, too subtle, to make out what kind of story, what kind of protagonist.
The more you look closely, the less real it becomes. But the more you ponder, the more inexplicably moved you feel.
The gigantic bubble burst.
>Making those present at that moment feel as if they had awakened from a dream.
A daze has always been a dream, though this body may be present, who can comprehend this heart
A piece of white stone appeared out of nowhere ahead.
Beneath one's feet, this tree-lined path extends to the white stone and bends, its destination unknown.
Upon the white stone, sat a corpulent figure.
Dressed in a black nightgown, wearing a pure white mask, bearing...twin straight swords.
He didn't look back.
Just like that, facing Zhu Dali who was walking towards him from the other path, he solemnly opened his mouth and said: "There is an elixir of immortality in this world. Drinking it will grant eternal life."
Compared to that aging version of Pig Force's muddy and painful, this one's voice is clear and rich, and closer to Pig Force's current voice.
In the ancient times, during a great war, the demon clan suffered its most devastating defeat in history. They completely lost their ability to dominate the world and had to hastily retreat.
As a great race that coexisted with the mortal world and dominated it for millions of years, the demon clan's departure, though hasty and embarrassing, still saw them carry away some precious things.
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... The Fountain of Youth is one example.
Without the Fountain of Youth, Mount Immortality became an ordinary mountain.
Having left the ancient fountain of Longevity Mountain, it lost its eternal source of life.
This figure sitting on the white stone, with a tone of vicissitudes experienced through many stories, spoke: "The passages for evacuation were cut off by humans, and the nine major worlds that had been planned were all destroyed. The peak powerhouses fell one after another, and our demon clan was driven to the Tianyu World…"
The ancient Demon Emperor laid down the foundations of feng shui, fire and earth, recreating heaven and earth. The wise elders of the demon clan worked together with all their might, sacrificing countless lives until they finally illuminated the chaotic world. The sage who took away the Fountain of Youth also searched tirelessly throughout this realm. Using his supreme divine power, he gave the Fountain of Youth a new home, continuing its source of life.
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The fountain of youth is a treasure of the world, its existence is a blessing from heaven.
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Looking back at the history of the demon world, there have always been powerful beings who lived long lives. Some sought out the Elixir of Immortality and were able to continue their brilliant myths.
We believe that one day we will return to the present world. Like the fountain of youth, like the grace the fountain of youth bestows upon us...we welcome new life."
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The figure sitting on the white stone slowly said: "I once had someone very important to me, but I lost them all later. I've experienced too many regrets, none of which can be recovered."
For many years, I have been searching for the legend of the Fountain of Youth. When I finally found it after much hardship, I discovered...
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It had long since dried up.
He turned his head, taking off the pure white mask to reveal a face that was undeniably the same as Zhu Dali's, only much more mature.
On this obese, decidedly unattractive face.
Two lines of turbid tears streamed down.
He looked fixedly at Zhu Dali with eyes that rolled with murky tears, as if he saw the presence dominating this body.
What is the benefit of your living
Upon seeing this scene and hearing these words, Zhu Dali felt a chill down his spine.
Remembering the leader of Taiping Dao who wrote the inscription "Taiping Divine Wind," it's truly beyond comprehension.
Perhaps what he had thought before was all wrong. The origin of this skeleton, this monster, could be even more terrifying—this skeleton could really be Zhu Dali!
Perhaps it is not an illusion, not a creation.
But it's the real Zhu Dali, having walked in from some point in the future, meeting the present-day Zhu Dali!
The Eternal Spring, the Eternal Spring, what kind of immortal was this being A legend from millions of years ago, a member of the Yu clan. What exactly had he hidden in this land of divine lightningBefore any conclusion could be reached, the portly figure on the white stone moved. In a flash, he covered dozens of steps, his two straight swords carving cruel death arcs through the air.
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The Record of Taiping Treasure Blades
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No, it is a refinement of this, a more exquisite and perfect sword technique.
The ears heard the clanging sounds, and the eyes saw the flickering blades.
Zhu Dali was completely confused, feeling the colorful spectacle with a blank stare. He couldn't tell which move was which or who had the upper hand.
Suddenly!
A stream of sword light slanted across the sky.
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That complex interplay of light and shadow stood still, and all the noisy sounds fell silent.
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Zhu Dali saw his own right straight knife, already piercing the heart of the opposite, stronger and more mature Zhu Dali.
He saw the pig-strong man across from him, his eyes worn and pained, slowly losing their luster.
There were no last words, and nothing else out of the ordinary.
This obese corpse, like a bubble, had burst.
There will never be a reoccurrence.
The forest was quiet, with sparse branches and leaves. A cold wind stirred, causing the light and shadow to flicker.
At this moment, Zhu Dali felt a profound sense of sorrow, like a giant iron hammer falling from the sky, smashing his heart to pieces.
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He didn't know why he was sad.
"Five times."
At this moment, the Taoist Master who controlled this body was merely calmly counting, serenely observing this battle.
This skeleton, related to the so-called "Fountain of Youth," seems to be a reproduction of a kind of process of death and rebirth, appearing again and again after defeat, as many as five times.
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Five represents something special. There are five elements, five senses, five organs, and five viscera...
“Master Dao, is he really my future” Zhu Dali asked in his heart.
"I don't believe in destiny, but the power of time does exist. The power of fate often leaves me in a quandary..." The leader of the Taiping Dao responded very sincerely: "Or perhaps it can be said that every monster has infinite possibilities, and this might be one of yours."
Zhu Dali was stunned for a moment, murmuring to himself, "I have killed my future."
Only then did he feel the Dao Master's intention recede like a tide, and he had regained control of his body.
"You killed your misfortune." A voice suddenly rang out.
Zhuge Li suddenly turned around and saw She Guyu, covered in wounds and blood.
After confirming that the skull was some kind of test in the Divine Sky Realm, the direction of Xiegu Yu's departure ceased to be a problem.
If Shegu Yu passes, there will naturally be no trouble. If it doesn't pass, it will probably just burst like those bubbles, silently and without a trace.
“I killed...my misfortune,” Zhu Dalì looked at her who had suddenly appeared, still confused.
At this moment, Snake Gu Yu appeared weak and frail. But Tai Ping Daozhu, who sat serenely in the mirrored world, knew deep down that Snake Gu Yu, with her crimson markings now visible, was at her most dangerous.
Her wounds were numerous and gruesome, but they wouldn't hinder her combat prowess – clearly inflicted in exchange for some tactical advantage during a fight.
If we say that the trials in Shenxiao Land are based on a certain future of the target, then the weaker one's current strength is, the lower the difficulty of the trial will be.
Zhu Dali relied on the power of the Taiping Dao master to pass the test, which was undoubtedly a shortcut. In fact, if he had to
Once faced, the situation is inevitably a hopeless one.
The dangers that Zhu Dali faced can give us a rough idea of the kind of opponents Shegu Yu encountered. It's likely that this snake woman's strength far exceeds what she has shown.
This place is truly teeming with hidden talent!
"We are born into the sea of suffering, crying in our cages. Everything that is destined for us is hardship. If what stands before you now is your fate, then when you slay it, aren't you slaying your misfortune" Shegu Yu's eyes were emotionless and apathetic, but her body language betrayed her wariness.
About the legend of the Unaging Spring, she also learned from the hidden records in the Linwu Snake Clan's archives.
Compared to the clueless ghost messenger who stumbled into the Heavenly Court, this newly crowned King of Heaven knows a bit more about the secrets.
Perhaps the test of clear understanding and proper ability is what legends call "the illusion of destiny."
It is said that the water from the Fountain of Youth can grant immortality, and its surface reflects a visitor's entire life.
Great treasures always come with great dangers.
To get close to the fountain of youth, you must go through "The Illusion of Fate."
This ordeal, in a way, is the present self challenging the future self. Of course, strength will be limited to the corresponding level, and "present" does have some influence on "future"—she overcame the final hurdle precisely by leveraging this.
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She has experienced it, she has gone through it, and she knows the difficulty of this tribulation. Therefore, she realizes how terrifying Pig Dajun is, who has passed through the trials of fate's illusions unscathed!
"Born into the sea of suffering, crying in a cage." , "Everything destined is suffering."
If it were Yang Yu or Shū Gālan present, they would be able to tell that She Guyu's description of the concept stemmed from the "School of Suffering".
The Ku Long School was not a religious sect with a concrete organizational structure, or at least there was never such a sect in the history of the demon race, though it may have been destroyed.
Now, it's more of a concept, with only a few who identify with it in the darkness.
The collapse of the glorious era also shattered the innate pride of many demon clans. Falling to the Heavenly Prison world, from rulers of all realms to prisoners of all worlds, was a pain that all demon clans found unbearable.
In this pain and despair, there were demons who persevered, sages who sacrificed themselves, those who learned from their mistakes and dared to fight again, those who remained determined... Naturally, some extremely mournful thoughts also emerged.
Among the typical examples, there is the Bitter Cage School.
The demon clan of the Ku Long School believes that the Demon Realm is not a true world. The demons born in this world are prisoners by nature. They believe that life is an endless sea of suffering, and living is eternal torment.
Only death can bring true liberation.
They believe that destruction of everything is the method to oppose the cage. They have dedicated their lives to pursuing a brilliant way of death, believing that life can only be sublimated in brilliant death. The cage not only falls upon this world and this body, but also upon one's destiny. Only by finding meaning in destruction can they escape the shackles inherent at birth.
Zhu Dali certainly didn't understand what the Bitter Cage faction was, couldn't comprehend She Guyu's pessimistic pronouncements, and wasn't sure if she was spreading ideas or some kind of test... He didn't even sense She Guyu's wariness towards him.
He simply sheathed his sword, bewildered: "I don't quite understand what you're saying. I just feel like something sad has happened... but let's move forward. There will be an outcome eventually."
He remained as always in a deep voice, but after safely navigating the whirlpool of fate, there was meaning to be found in that depth.
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Feeling Pig Dali's carelessness, Shegu lowered her guard slightly. As she walked, her twin blades flickered in and out of sight. Passing through the shadows cast by leaves, she was inexplicably reminded of that ordinary inn and that afternoon when she had stood alone before a mirror, applying makeup.
Remembering the self in the mirror.
"Do you think the future you just saw is your destiny"
Zhu Dali thought for a moment, then said very seriously: "If there had to be one future that would come true, I believe it would be world peace."
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