Duan Ziqian left and borrowed the "Dream Inkstone", an exquisite artifact comparable to the Wen Palace's most precious bone pen.
I didn’t drink tea, I didn’t eat meat, and I didn’t even have the patience to wait for the seventy-two-hole snow lotus root that took three thousand years to grow.
It is said to be the seventh rare spiritual object among heavenly materials and earthly treasures. It can help people expand their Dantian and accommodate more immortal power.
Mo Zi Ao stared blankly down the mountain, looking at Duan Zi Qian's missing figure, his eyes darkened and he could not hide his self-mockery.
Yes, he is also the direct disciple of the previous ancestor of Wen Dian, and his senior brother has become one of the only two semi-saints in the Eight Hundred Immortal World.
Standing on the way of heaven, looking down at all living beings from above.
As for him, he has been in the 18th level of Stagnant True Immortal for 12,000 years. He has already perfected the realization of reincarnation and the world of life and death, but he has fallen into despair and insists on finding the path of reincarnation that no one can explain.
What is reincarnation?
Mo Zi Ao has asked himself countless times, is this road really feasible?
Is he too persistent?
The trace of curiosity that he held on to back then eventually turned into an obsession in his heart, becoming a demon that frightened him day and night and was difficult to eradicate.
If the inner demons are not eliminated, how can we talk about breaking through?
Either the spirit and soul will be destroyed, or the world will be a thousand miles away.
Mo Zizi is very clear about his current situation. There is no way to retreat, and he will die if he retreats.
He is inherently different from his senior brother Duan Ziqian in terms of personality and temper. Therefore, the path he will take in the future will be even more different.
With a bitter smile, he stood up in a daze, took back the two wooden chairs, removed the fog table where the immortal power gathered, and walked straight into the mountain gate.
"Crunch."
The two old and rotten wooden doors slowly closed with a harsh sound.
Mo Zizi gently rolled up his sleeves, lowered his head and walked to the water tank to wash his hands.
The water was very clear, coming from the spring water from the back mountain, reflecting his decadent and depressed old face.
Unable to help himself, his right hand hanging in mid-air touched the corner of his eyebrow.
"Tell me, what is reincarnation?"
He whispered to himself softly and asked himself blankly.
He stood by the water tank for a long time, constantly repeating questions that he had thought about twelve thousand times but had not yet understood.
"Reincarnation is life and death, and life and death are reincarnations."
"Under the law of heaven, no one can escape the arrangement of fate."
"On the way to heaven, like a semi-saint, you will still be in reincarnation after death."
"Stronger than Jiang Lin'an back then, who was in the ninth realm of semi-saints, he still drank in hatred and ended up in Taixu Mountain."
"What's the difference between the two?"
“Do you have to become a true saint to transcend reincarnation?”
"Who said it, and who can prove it?"
He was filled with anger and his eyes showed a fierce light.
He plunged his palm into the water, causing waves to rise to the sky.
"Wow."
The rain is pouring down heavily, so don’t be complacent and let the rain water you.
"I don't believe, I don't believe anyone, any groundless rumors."
"My way must be walked out by oneself and proven by oneself."
"Reincarnation..."
The five fingers spread out, and thousands of lines sprinkled down the sky.
Suddenly light and dark, vertical and horizontal, boundless.
Mo Zizi's hair was messy and his yellow robe was soaked. But his eyes revealed a perseverance that no one could shake.
"Suning, Jiang Lin'an."
Suddenly closing his eyes, he said with trembling lips: "Since Xuzi became a saint 30,000 years ago, Jiang Lin'an is the undisputed number one person in the immortal world."
"No, not just the fairy world, but also the demon and demon worlds. He is the number one person in the entire three realms."
"The most promising one is to ascend to the sixteen great worlds, and the most promising one is to break the shackles of saints."
"Is he really dead?"
He disappeared without a trace, and when he reappeared, Mo Zizi stood hunched over Qingfeng City.
