eurekapd Chapter 537: Memories Become a Book
Chapter 537: Memories Become a Book
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The world was in chaos, dark and gloomy.
Everything in this world seems to be broken and withered, having disappeared countless years ago.
As a result, the mountains, rivers, sun and moon withered and all living things disappeared.
Only the strands of memories continue to converge and intertwine, eventually becoming a river and a sea.
Zhao Qing floated in this boundless ocean, being swept towards the end of the vast sky and earth...
If the coming and going of light and shadow are real, and the years pass by and become simple, then it is the sea of consciousness.
There is a god in the sea of consciousness, call it the god of consciousness.
It is one of the five elements of the golden elixir. It can determine sadness, joy, regret and misfortune externally, and can enter the sea of memory and turn into dreams internally.
Li Yan is recorded in the Daoist Canon.
When the wandering soul settles, the conscious mind will be born.
You can rely on the energy of the golden elixir as the foundation, the essence of the blood vessels as the pillar, and nourish the spirit to show in the Mingtang... At this point, the three hua and five qi are united into one, and the eight realms of the golden elixir are all broken.
Rely on the conscious mind to pull the sea of consciousness to the memory court, use the wandering soul to lead the seven spirits in the life palace, use the qi to activate the spiritual roots, gather the golden elixir and split it, and then form the natal infant!
However, the quality of the Life Infant is no different from that of the Dao Foundation Pill. It is determined by the Three Huas, absorbing the essence of the spiritual roots to become a ninth-grade infant, also known as the Nine Transformations.
Those at the third level can see the world as their own body, break free from the shackles of the physical body and meridians, and transform the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own use at any time.
Those who are at the sixth level will be able to cross over and fly in the air when they first enter the infant state, shrink the earth to an inch, and walk across mountains and rivers.
Ninth Rank...
???
Zhao Qing was suddenly shocked in confusion. I am going to be a Nascent Soul?!
But I don’t even have a golden elixir yet, how can I transform it into anything…
His consciousness gradually became clear, but all around him was still an endless ocean of memories, and the distant sky was dark like a nightmare...
This is... the sea of consciousness!
Among the five energies of the golden elixir, if the consciousness is born, one can enter the sea of consciousness to view the past, and can also cut off the memory of the years. It is very mysterious.
Of course, Zhao Qing is just beginning to gain consciousness, so he obviously won't hesitate to fiddle with his memories.
He was just a little confused and didn't know how to break free from the constraints of his sea of consciousness so that he could truly wake up.
As for why he could generate consciousness on his own, Zhao Qing had a lot of guesses, but there was nothing worth imitating.
It has been clearly stated in the Daoist Canon that Qin Chuxin gave me.
When the wandering soul settles, the conscious mind will be born.
Clearly, that was the case with him.
The five energies of the golden elixir are different from those in previous cultivations, and their birth, death, and transformation are all very mysterious.
From Zhao Qing and Si He's perspective, it should actually be considered very abstract...
The so-called wandering soul is actually a feeling similar to the soul leaving the body.
As for its specific functions, it is basically about the consciousness separating from itself and traveling around the world, which is essentially useless.
The practice of wandering souls is also very simple. Eat more wandering soul pills, meditate more, listen to the wind and look at the moon more often... It seems that being unconscious or sleeping often also has effects, but there is no detailed description in various classics.
Just as the false will can regulate and restrain one's various desires, the five energies of the golden elixir have long exceeded the scope of ordinary practice.
Just like the consciousness that has just been born.
If there is any great use... you can sit quietly and examine your sea of consciousness, and you can barely cut off your memories and seal the court. From then on, you truly have the means to control your sea of consciousness.
But in essence, it does not improve the cultivation level.
The most obvious difference is that when you are normally unconscious, you really don't know anything, but after you have consciousness, you can be dazed in your own sea of consciousness when you are unconscious.
Zhao Qing felt the vast sea of memories around him, and his mind unconsciously became stagnant.
Up to now, he has already possessed three of the five elements of the golden elixir, and his delusion and wandering soul have reached the level of a normal golden elixir, which is enough for the infant transformation.
But he is still at the foundation building stage, and has not yet cultivated the Three Huas...
If he had been able to see the hope of transformation into a Nascent Soul earlier, he would have been filled with longing and even disbelief.
But now... I can only say that I feel a little bit emotional.
After all, those below the Nascent Soul stage can only be considered practitioners, while the Nascent Soul stage can be called land immortals, who can fly with the help of their infants, control mountains and rivers, and shrink the earth into an inch... That is the true difference between immortals and mortals.
The cultivation of the five elements is actually a preparation for the distinction between immortals and mortals.
But at least we have to get all the resources that the Blood-Cloaked Walker deserves... and there is still the immortal road to go, so there is no rush to break through the realm of the Golden Elixir.
Zhao Qing's thoughts were wandering endlessly, comprehending the past lights and shadows in this sea of consciousness. If this was regarded as a world, then he was the master of this world, and the only master.
Strands of mysterious light and shadows roam between heaven and earth, like one fragmented dream after another.
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The clear spring breeze came in through the window, and the wrinkled baseball cap swayed slightly on the lacquered yellow wooden door of the dormitory.
The wind also blew the book in the young man's hand. On a quiet and peaceful evening, "Classic of Mountains and Seas" turned to a new page - the Huangdong Volume.
Time is like solidified glass paste, flowing hotly, flowing through the mountains and rivers, until the stars fade away...
The lazy, cold and beautiful white-haired woman seemed to have broken free from a book, riding the wind and walking slowly on the top of the flower sea and cloud city. With a wave of her hand, she suppressed the vast mountain spirits in the palaces and towers of the city.
Behind her was the flying boat carrying Bodhi, and all around her was endless thunder, fire, and blood. The demonic soul banner shattered before her, and the clouds and mist transformed into sword lights that slashed down from the sky...
"What does this fellow Daoist need? Pills, talismans, formations, and spiritual weapons. Blood Robe Tower has everything."
An ethereal and sweet voice came into his ears. Murong Wan'er was young and beautiful, wearing a moon-shaped skirt with oblique stitches and light crimson patches. Her voice, appearance and smile were still in front of his eyes.
What do you need, fellow Daoist? Blood Robe Tower has it all...
what do you need?
Danxia West Quarter was like an old dream from yesterday, frozen and shattered in the rolling thunder.
Torrential rain washed over the mountains and rivers, and the hideous and terrifying Dao calamity cracks tore the sky apart.
Huge waves surged across the vast ocean... The cold rain caused colors to flow across the electronic screens, but there was no further news.
[I am the first Azure Dragon to enter your life. I will pave the way for you.]
[You will stay in Yujing and take good care of your future junior brothers and sisters.]
[It's a pity that I haven't taken you on a journey to immortality yet.]
Torrential rain.
Thunderous.
In the sea of thunder, chess pieces are connected together, forming a complex formation that covers the sky and the earth. Flying sand and cracking rocks pierce the sky... The setting sun at the end of the sky is as red as blood.
"Blood-stained clothes, charge!"
The flashing of swords and the shadows of knives stirred up the dust, and the sound of mountains collapsing and spears cracking could be heard endlessly.
The blood-stained scroll was turbid and eerie, with flying boats and spiritual feathers obscuring the clouds.
The woman's screams were lost in the roar and could not be distinguished.
But a cold spear tore through the scroll, and a bloody hand covered in veins tightly grasped him...
The blood-stained sleeves look like red tassels, but more like their own color.
In the small and dark alchemy room, the faint candlelight illuminated the graceful figure of a woman sitting upright.
The red veil sways gently.
But when the red embroidery covering her face was removed...
Qinghuan's pale lips were a little pale, her haggard eyes were bloodshot, and there were clearly visible tear marks on her cheeks.
Her phoenix eyes trembled slightly, and the smile on her face became more gentle. She whispered softly: "Husband..."
"Husband."
"My husband is an immortal master. If he makes a breakthrough in his cultivation in the future, Shuyue... I'm afraid I won't be able to grow old with him."
The setting sun shone on the earth and shone into the small house in Huima Lane, leaving a dim and mottled appearance on the girl's timid and red pupils.
Fantasy and dreams overlap, and the mountains and rivers disappear.
The blue pheasant faded from Shuyue's bright eyes, the sword fairy became famous on the Star-Gathering Platform, and the vast sea of thunder forced the Nine Swordsmen into a desperate situation...
The initial wisps of lightning eventually turned into vast thunder.
Only the dream of yesterday remains in the sea of consciousness.
"Zhao Qing, I have spiritual roots! I can live a long time, right?"
"My Shuyue is a fairy now. We will walk together for hundreds or thousands of years."
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The sea of consciousness is more like an old dream. Although the evening sun yesterday was a little dim, it can still make anyone sink into it...
Si He also has an old dream, but it is more withered and more distant.
If the coming and going of light and shadow were real, and the years were lingering in a book, we could turn our memories into a book, turning the pages one by one...without end.
Not only did Zhao Qing fail to find a way to escape from the sea of consciousness, but he felt as if everything here was real, as if this dream was real and the heavenly fragrance was an illusion.
I also gained more understanding and recognition of Si He's past words and laughter.
This world and the other world are all illusions, only the past remains true... This is the true meaning of Han Guang.
However, just as Zhao Qing was constantly searching his own sea of consciousness.
However, there was an endless stabbing pain that continued to sweep over him, as if the entire world was about to collapse. His originally chaotic wandering soul also began to gain some understanding of the outside world.
His body is crumbling and breaking!
The Dantian is about to crack, and the Niwan is in turmoil!
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In the peaceful and quiet flying boat pavilion.
Zhao Qing, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes!
But when he saw the incense floating around and Qinghuan's eyelashes trembling slightly as she slept soundly... his originally suspicious eyes gradually calmed down.
What the hell!
Zhao Qing was filled with helplessness and immediately understood the current situation.
He could only continue to suppress the Dao Sea in his body and force his consciousness to drop from Niwan to Mingtang in order to calm his abnormal condition.
Actually...this is not abnormal.
But after the fierce battle, the originally depleted Daohai Niwan slowly recovered, and became more condensed and full than before...
In addition, as the practice of the five qi becomes more and more advanced, there is a subtle trend of giving birth to the three hua.
simply say.
During the moment when he was in his dying sea of consciousness, he had already begun to form a pill uncontrollably!
If you sleep for two more incense sticks, you will definitely be a Jindan cultivator when you wake up!
Zhao Qing finally experienced Huangfu Ming's grief.
Who can stand this?!
It's only been a year since I became a Blood Robe Walker. I should at least get enough resources to walk...
For ordinary cultivators, breaking through to the Golden Elixir realm usually requires them to go into seclusion and try to break through.
But Zhao Qing had already cultivated his foundation to its limit, and his wandering soul was constantly nurturing and growing stronger. Now his consciousness was reborn...
To the extent that now there is no need to deliberately break through the realm, and one may form a pill without paying attention.
Moreover, he is already in the middle stage of the Golden Core when he enters the world, and after condensing the Three Huas, it won’t take many years for him to reach the Nascent Soul stage.
There was something strange in Zhao Qing's eyes, and he vaguely felt that... he might not be able to fight with all his strength in the future.
This will speed up the process of forming the elixir, and there will always be a day when Dao Hai will be unable to suppress it.
Well, not only did I not get stronger, I actually got weaker...
Only at this moment did he truly understand the bald man's predicament.
He had never seen the bald man use magic. Whenever there was something wrong outside, he would use his authority to mobilize the Bodhi incense to solve it. When he arrived in Tianxiang City, he could only control a flying boat or use his own incense to cast spells.
As for any spiritual power techniques, any spiritual weapons and treasures, any secrets of spiritual awareness... the bald man doesn't need any of them.
I originally thought he was trying to show off, but now it seems... he's afraid of not being able to suppress his cultivation?
Of course, there are more brutal ways to suppress cultivation, just like on the Star-Gathering Platform, Shuyue helped Jiujianxingxing to make some adjustments - and directly turned him into an innate warrior.
Or he could often ask Sixth Senior Brother for help, or use Nanxian's Zhenxiu Lu to seal himself, but these were obviously only temporary solutions and not the fundamental solution.
It is safer to meditate less and concentrate on nurturing the five energies. After breaking through the realm, you can directly prepare for the infant transformation.
"Owner."
Qing Huan opened her sleepy eyes, her voice soft and gentle, with a hint of tiredness, and she was about to get up and serve...
Zhao Qing chuckled and shook his head, then pressed Qinghuan directly into his arms.
His spiritual sense had just scanned the secret realm. At this moment, Shuyue Xiaoyi was still in a meeting, and Ningmei Sihe had also returned. There shouldn't be anything serious happening now.
Xiaoyi's skin was whiter than snow, without a single scar on her body. She even playfully flirted with him with her spiritual sense, and Shuyue's eyes showed surprise for no reason...
"How many wounds did the lady suffer?"
Zhao Qing stroked Qinghuan's hair and checked her body to see if there was any injury. Then he leaned his forehead against hers and asked softly.
My wife...
Qinghuan's eyes changed slightly. Although she was already accustomed to being held by her master and played with, but to sleep on the same bed like this, to be intimate with Shuyue, and to call each other husband and wife... was a rare experience in her life.
However, Gu Qinghuan only looked at her husband affectionately for a short moment, then she smiled, curled up slightly, and put her face against Zhao Qing's palm.
"The First Madam is unharmed. The Second Madam accidentally received two sword wounds, but thanks to the Third Madam's constant and careful care, even the scars have faded."
"Everything this humble slave has belongs to the master, so I will naturally be careful to avoid any spells or spiritual weapons. Even bloody injuries must be controlled by the master..."
Zhao Qing: ???
What's this or that mistress? You'll be scolded by your aunt if you do this.
But it was inevitable that Zhao Qing listened to the little medicine slave's heart-burning words as always, and his body remained honest and as hard as a rock.
It was as if Gu Qinghuan was holding a switch in his hand.
Qinghuan's lower abdomen was lightly rubbed against hers, her smiling eyes flickered, and she didn't say anything more.
Her slender waist curved gracefully, she lightly tucked her hair and leaned forward to kiss him...
It was as if she was saying that this was her life, if it was dangerous she would protect her master, if it was safe she would please her master - with everything she had.
But this time, Zhao Qing grabbed her jaw and pulled her back...
"Why do I listen to you? Are you different from the three mistresses?"
Qing Huan smiled brightly, tilted her chin slightly to look at her master, and whispered softly, "If the master wants to hear, Qing Huan will call you husband a few more times..."
Zhao Qing stared at the affectionate eyes in front of him, and his heart was moved.
"Do not."
He gripped the woman's neck with a little force, leaned over and pressed her against him, feigning anger and whispering, "Gu Qinghuan can only be called Master."
The woman's beautiful face flushed a little. Feeling the breath so close to her, her heart was shaken and she couldn't control her emotions.
She didn't struggle at all, and was like a rag doll, her master restraining her neck, her limbs curled up and pressed under him. Instead, she restrained her smile and whispered with serious concern: "Husband, from now on, when you use the Mountain Fire Ben, you should restrain your Qi and blood... Qinghuan is a little scared."
Zhao Qing: ???
Are you trying to be a contrarian?
But he did realize that this thing wasted his energy and blood, and the recoil was indeed a bit too great.
"My husband is now a wanderer in Yujing, what are you afraid of?" Zhao Qing no longer deliberately bullied Qinghuan, but gently hugged her delicate body and responded with a smile.
Qinghuan slowly closed her eyes and didn't respond for a while.
She wanted to provoke her master to fight with her again, or she was afraid that her master would get hurt by talking and laughing.
But... she was really scared, and she didn't know what she was afraid of.
It was obvious that the master was traveling in Yujing and there was no danger in Tianxiang City, but when he saw the master's figure submerged in the sea of magic, his head still buzzed and he was distracted, and an indescribable fear filled his soul.
The small pavilion in the flying boat seemed particularly quiet for a moment, with only the sound of the two people breathing silently as they looked at each other.
Qinghuan nestled into Zhao Qing's arms almost to seek favor, and the colorful little butterfly flapped its wings and landed back on its master Niwan.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time and die with my master..."