novelapdf Chapter 159 White Bone Temple
Chapter 159 White Bone Temple
Chapter 160 White Bone Temple
What was an abyss yesterday is now a shallow one.
Jin Kui laughed and said, "How about it? Don't you feel like the world is so big, there's nowhere you can't go?"
Zi Ling gently shook her head, her posture respectful: "I wouldn't dare."
Jin Kui's voice immediately calmed down, "Just because you don't dare now doesn't mean you won't want to later."
Zi Ling stood there silently, her hands folded in front of her, her head slightly bowed, without saying a word.
These words were a clear warning.
Even with a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator standing behind her, in this chaotic star sea and under the rule of the Star Palace, it is by no means a reason for her to truly break free from control and disregard the rules in the future.
Han Li suddenly sat up from the stone bed, his body covered in cold sweat, his face showing lingering fear.
"What's going on—"
Han Li muttered to himself in a dry voice, with a slight tremor.
"Those who cultivate the Tao should have stable spirits and souls, and should rarely be plagued by nightmares—"
He subconsciously raised his hand and wiped his face hard, as if trying to erase the lingering fear and the cold touch.
The cool, damp sensation on his fingertips reminded him that what he had just experienced was no ordinary daze.
Since obtaining the root of the Thunder Bamboo from Zi Ling and successfully using the small green bottle to make it take root and sprout, Han Li's state of mind has been as clear as the clouds have parted and the sun has come out.
First, he successfully formed his core, and the main material for forging the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was secured. This feeling of everything going smoothly allowed him to relax his mind, which had been tense for decades.
My first real deep sleep turned into a nightmare.
The dream was more real and cruel than any of his previous life-or-death battles.
The dream was not filled with the clash of swords or the grotesque appearance of monsters.
It was none other than Brother Lu, whom he both respected and feared.
The scene was blurry, but Lu Jianghe's figure was glaringly clear.
He held in his hand the mysterious little green bottle, which Han Li cherished as his life and kept deep in his heart.
Lu Jianghe's face was cold and indifferent, unlike anything Han Li had ever seen before. His deep eyes were lowered, looking down at him, without a trace of emotion in them, only an absolute contempt and indifference as if looking at dust and inanimate objects.
Then, without words, without warning.
A sword light, like the coldest wind in the world, swept past his neck.
The intense pain lasted only a moment, followed by a dizzying sensation.
Han Li "saw" his headless body fall to the ground, his vision freezing as it rolled.
Finally, what came into view was Lu Jianghe standing in the same spot, still holding the small emerald green bottle, his posture unchanged.
His gaze remained cold and indifferent, as if he had merely brushed away a tiny speck of dust.
All her struggles, secrets, and dreams of immortality seemed so laughable and insignificant under that gaze.
"I was practicing the Great Evolution Technique and lit calming incense, so why am I having such a nightmare?"
Han Li frowned, slowly stood up, and paced back and forth, each step appearing extremely heavy.
This is by no means a simple dream.
It reflects the deepest fears and anxieties within oneself.
Is this a sign of inner demons manifesting outwards?
Once Han Li understood this, a bitter smile appeared on his face, a smile that was even more unsightly than a cry.
In fact, he had long suspected that Brother Lu knew about the existence of the little green bottle. From the other party's meaningful words and eyes, he was almost certain that it was true.
Han Li had a premonition.
If he wants to break through to the Nascent Soul stage in the future, he must completely resolve this knot in his heart about Lu Jianghe and the little green bottle, or rather, he cannot find a way to truly put his mind at ease. Then this fear will probably become the most fatal and difficult mental obstacle on his path to Nascent Soul formation.
What should I do?
Han Li's eyes flickered as he pondered a solution.
Finally, I sat down cross-legged again and forced myself to calm down.
Then, I carefully recounted the events from the time I first met Lu Jianghe at the Seven Mysteries Sect until today.
He wanted to try to deduce part of the other person's true nature by examining their past behavior.
My thoughts were churning, I pondered over and over again.
Han Licai realized that Lu Jianghe never seemed to ask for anything.
On the contrary, I have received many benefits from him.
Han Li was torn between his inner thoughts and his own conscience.
The solution is already obvious.
Just go and ask.
ask!
This is the simplest, yet also the most dangerous, method.
There are only two possible outcomes.
As usual. Brother Lu may have already known about the little green bottle, but he didn't care at all.
Then, the inner demons will be resolved, and the road ahead will be smooth.
Nightmare comes true.
That cold gaze, that indifferent sword strike—that marked the end of Han Li's cultivation journey.
Should we gamble on human nature?
This thought weighed heavily on my mind. Human nature is the most unfathomable abyss in the world.
Even though Lu Jianghe had taken good care of him in the past, how much weight could that affection carry in the face of a heaven-defying treasure like the Little Green Bottle?
Han Li had no confidence whatsoever.
To be honest, without the other person, he had faced life-or-death situations several times.
The outcome is probably unpredictable.
Whether they live or die, it's really hard to say.
From a humble alchemy apprentice in the Seven Mysteries Sect, he struggled to survive, enduring countless trials to reach where he is today.
Throughout his journey, Han Li adhered to a level of caution and prudence ingrained in his very bones.
I never entrust my life or fortune to the kindness of others or to vague luck.
Every seemingly risky action is the result of repeated weighing of options and leaving room for retreat.
However, at this moment, Han Li clearly realized that this extremely cautious way of dealing with the world seemed to be an incompleteness, a kind of constraint, in terms of his state of mind.
"Let's gamble!"
After a brief hesitation, a resolute glint flashed in Han Li's eyes.
This is not a blind gamble.
Rather, it was a decision made after weighing all the pros and cons.
Rather than letting this fear take root in your heart and eventually become a deadly inner demon, it's better to take the initiative to unveil this veil now, to "fight" for peace of mind, and to seek "completeness".
He took a deep breath, suppressing the lingering tremor, and his gaze returned to calm and firmness.
He got up, straightened his robes, walked out of the cave, and transformed into a beam of light.
A vast expanse of water, strangely beautiful and smooth as a mirror.
Lu Jianghe stood alone atop it, gazing into the distance. The ancient numbers seemed to correspond to the primordial order, the area spanning four thousand nine hundred feet, unchanged since time immemorial.
This place is a reflection of the cultivator's true heart, and also the location of Lu Jianghe's heart lake.
At the foot of Lu Jianghe, corpses were scattered everywhere.
Upon closer inspection, one would find that these corpses were all women, each with a different expression, yet all had their life force extinguished by a single sword strike.
Xin Ruyin, Yan Ruyan, Zhuang Huayi, Zi Ling, Yuan Yao — all the women he knew were included in his collection.
Their poses were varied and numerous; some were barefoot, some wore magnificent palace attire, exuding grace and poise, some were completely naked, revealing breathtaking curves, and some wore only thin undergarments, their bodies barely concealed, inspiring contemplation.
The most bizarre thing was the appearance of their corpses.
There was no fear, no resentment, not even a trace of dread.
On every face, there was a strange, almost grotesque, satisfied smile.
Those smiles were like frozen peach blossoms, delicate and beautiful, reflecting an eerie blush, as if at the moment of their death, they were all immersed in some kind of extreme, indescribable pleasure.
Lu Jianghe lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the smiling faces at his feet.
His heart was still, the surface of his heart was without a ripple, reflecting his calm and unwavering face, as well as the frozen "sea of flowers" at his feet, which carried an eerie satisfaction.
At that moment, the water surface broke open again with a "splash," and another wave of women emerged from the depths of the heart lake.
They came in various poses, some only using a hazy mist and swaying ribbons to cover their private parts, their waists swaying gracefully as they approached the isolated Lu Jianghe in the center of the lake.
The decadent music wafted with the waves, penetrating the ears and piercing the soul.
"Lu Lang—why won't you even look at me?"
"I have cultivated the Great Dao for hundreds of years, and only today do I realize—the barrier of love is right there where the door to enlightenment opens—"
Yan Ruyan, with her bare, jade-white feet, her arches curving gracefully, leaped lightly across the water, her posture both innocent and alluring, yet she uttered a plaintive, melodious murmur: "Senior—you are so upright, yet you know not that my heart has long been stirred, and I am tormented by you day and night—"
Xin Ruyin, however, had a deep, scholarly gaze that was both cool and alluring. She spoke softly, "Senior—since you treat me this way, why not—join me in exploring the Great Dao of Yin and Yang?"
Zi Ling's figure also emerged from the interplay of light and shadow.
She wore a shimmering, iridescent gauze dress. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that beneath the gossamer-thin outer silk, there was nothing at all, her alluring figure partially concealed, making her even more seductive than if she were completely naked.
As she approached Lu Jianghe, her eyes sparkled with a captivating smile, and her voice was soft and alluring.
"Lu Lang—since you have named me, it must be a destiny ordained by heaven. You have given me the name, so why not marry me as well? This path is long and winding, and I am willing to share with you—to journey together through life and ascend to paradise—"
The enchanting music, like silk threads, entwines the soul.
They stretched out their slender hands, warm to the touch, as if to caress his clothes, climb onto his arms, and pull him into this boundless sea of desire, to sink into this gentle paradise.
Lu Jianghe kept his eyelids lowered, his gaze calmly sweeping over these illusions that were enough to make any man's blood boil and his mind lose control.
The surface of his heart lake remained as still as an ancient well, without a ripple, except for his own reflection, which remained clear as ever.
Just as those countless warm, soft hands were about to touch his robes.
Lu Jianghe slowly raised the sword in his hand.
In an instant, a cold star appeared, or a gentle breeze swept across the water.
Those women who had just taken shape, with their myriad forms and uttering seductive sounds, didn't even have time to react before a thin, almost imperceptible sword mark appeared on their throats, severing all life.
Before the satisfied smiles on their faces had faded and the allure in their eyes was still frozen in their gaze, their bodies had already extinguished like candles in the wind, falling silently down and merging with the "sea of flowers" that had already existed below, becoming a new, solidified "landscape" in this eerie lake of the heart.
Their expressions were exactly the same as those of the previous "corpses".
Lu Jianghe is practicing some kind of "white bone view".
When visualizing, do not restrain your thoughts.
Just open your mind, the more the better.
Let your thoughts run wild like a galloping horse.
What I'm looking for is the spirit soaring to the eight extremes and wandering the ten thousand fathoms.