Daoist Master Of Qing Xuan Chapter 449 - To Only Open the Eyes in a Long Night

Chapter 449 - To Only Open the Eyes in a Long Night

Song Qingyi's look changed, the divine brush on her hand radiated with immeasurable light. The night was like day, exposing everything around it, but it still failed to force Yan Xu out of hiding.

He was frustrated and terrified. This demon master was actually unafraid of Honored master's valued treasure. He was indeed the scariest demon lord in thousands of years.

However, Song Qingyi was not who he once was. He has suffered many hardsh.i.p.s throughout the years. It has enabled him to have a clearer understanding of the present difficulty in what it takes to defeat an opponent like this. Or should he say, how hopeless it was to secure a victory.

The light dissipated and the night, silent.

Shen Lian chuckled and said softly: "You are angry."

A seemingly irrelevant sentence brought the starlight of the heavens to gather, the crescent moon flew down from the sky and turned into a crescent moon blade, falling onto the hand of the figure formed by the gathered starlight. The blade seemed to possess immense demonic characteristics. With Song Qingyi's state of mind, he dare not take another look. It felt as if another glance might sink him into the abyss of the suffering of the secular world; his mind, interrupted by endless desires, unable to rid himself of it.

The demon lord Yan Xu appeared without warning. A body formed out of condensed starlight speaks of an indescribable sense of impressiveness, with a curved blade that seemed to be able to split the sky and crack the earth, and lay waste to deities.

His qi dynamic was not extraordinarily overwhelming, but it deeply shook Song Qingyi's heart and soul. Because once the demon master appeared, he knew deep down in his heart that he would not be able to resist the sluggishness of his thoughts.

"I can get angry whenever I want, but you can't." said a deep and eerie demonic voice from afar.

The reason why Shen Lian said that Yan Xu was angry was because he had also discovered the truth, hence the spiteful words; at the same time, revealing his inner discomfort.

It did not matter how Yan Xu's mood changes, it will not affect him in the slightest. But the same could not be said for Shen Lian.

The corner of Shen Lian's lips was slightly raised, resembling the blossoming of a lotus flower, infinitely beautiful and tranquil, he said calmly: "Let's cut the chatter, I can't wait for what would come next."

Yan Xu smiled slightly: "Me too."

Yan Xu threw out a sword, the Tianmeng fairy's Taisu sword. An immense sword aura was born out of the void as if layer upon layer of states of dreams were being destroyed. Reverting the sea regions to ancient times, its seawater undulating, vaguely seeing magma ooze out from the deepest part of the ocean.

A Yinyang taichi painting flew out and metamorphosed into a red and black platform, with magma permeating the bottom of the platform, giving it unlimited propulsion, soaring through Heaven and earth. An opening of a well was mounted on the top of the platform. In it contains the spread of vital force of the secular mortal world, seemingly comprised of all sorts of secular mortal worlds, it also seemed to be able to view the past and the future.

The divine brush in Song Qingyi's hands flew and inserted itself into the well, transforming into a baton of gigantic stature. As if paving a special corridor, divine light emitting off it.

Shen Lian and Yan Xu went along the giant baton, they did not stop escalating. Finally escaping this world, and entered into a s.p.a.ce-time continuum.

A thundering waterfall shot up from the canyon, forming a spectacle of a scenery. Indifferent, Shen Lian stood on the void above the canyon. This was a mountain whose peak did not see an end.

There were no traces of Yan Xu, but Shen Lian deeply understood he was in the mountain range. Perhaps he was using an incredible demonic art to search for Cave Xieyue Sanxing.

The clash of Dao techniques between the two has officially begun. The compet.i.tion was to be the first to find Cave Xieyue Sanxing.

Shen Lian did not anxiously carry out the search, he merely stood in the void quietly. His primordial spirit gradually merged into Taixu.

The light of life that was constantly flowing out of his body has significantly decreased the moment he stepped into the mountain. Its as if there is a special vital force existing in the mountain's atmosphere, making people's heart and soul thoroughly clean.

The rustling sound of the waterfall echoed in Shen Lian's heart. But when experiencing it in detail, it was silent and empty.

Shen Lian's heart and soul was not bothered by the emptiness and loneliness. The light of life that was slowly leaking, has gradually integrated with the void, inside and out. Allowing him to have a closer connection with the mountain.

Such as spring rain, moist and silent.

Everything seems to be closely interlinked to him, but his heart and soul felt an ancient time that could make the stars collapse, flowing in his heart.

His perception has entered into a completely new domain. He could clearly distinguish the basic forms of every drop of moisture and micro dust particles in the air, and be able to perceive their differences from the most subtle point. He experienced the continued strength in the running of the waterfall, but it is not unified.

He saw the innumerable micro-endogenous creatures hidden in the soil, trying its best to populate. He could even clearly perceive the impact brought upon this tall mountain by the movements of those micro-endosses. Even if they're subtle, it exists.

Shen Lian even saw himself, delicate eyebrows, handsome face, and a body created from uncanny workmans.h.i.+p. His eyes were already as profound as the star.

The current him has already lost his body long ago, this body was only a collection of mana, deswai only can he be impeccably perfect and flawless. This allowed him to, under such perception, clearly understand that this body has no potential to be tapped. Just like a finished work of art, no matter how beautiful, has already lost its most touching natural spirituality.

Perceptions of this kind is not better than the state of 'omniscient', but a precise experience would be more profound, so that his heart and soul would be able to withstand such observation, without forming a burden.

His perception crossed the canyon, the stream, and went towards the depths of Mount Lingtai Fangcun.

As places went higher and higher, their minds became more and more imaginary. He barged into the clouds and saw with his own eyes that droplets of water was automatically gathering under the inherent gravitation of all things. When it is close to a certain distance, there was repulsion generated between the two, and this forms a fog of aloofness.

A seed germinated not far away, and the budding of life has deeply moved him.

The higher place was like the infinite universe, with the burning of the milky way. The Milky Way Sword Aura in the depth of his heart and soul seems a bit restless.

Shen Lian enjoys feelings like these, his divine form melded into his psyche, able to achieve any distance with each movement. Where he wills, he will be there.

It seemed he realized the supremacy of Buddhism's Hearting s.h.i.+fting method at that moment.

He became light, a light of life that walked on the side of the Lingtai mountain, never straying from his directed path, going only where the light permits.

With light, there is darkness.

A dark shadow followed, or it would be more accurate to say that both light and dark were entangled and cannot be separated.

When the darkness came, enveloping the light around it, Shen Lian's was filled with waves that roared, suffocating all his senses like he was a small lone boat drifting in the vast ocean, able to capsize any minute.

The darkness surrounded him, bit by bit the light was swallowed and not only did Shen Lian struggle with the violent waves of the sea, besides the light of his soul, his eyes remained dark.

He seemed to float in the endless sea, trapped in a long night of silence. He opened his eyes which were as black as the night but there was no end in sight.