Chapter 1489: Chapter 1143: Qingqing in Blue, My Heart Longs; Though I Do Not Go, Will You Not Send Word?

After the spiritual connection at the entrance of the tomb, the two seemed to be even more harmonious at this moment.

After the intense heat, Jiang Dali felt a sense of calm and clarity within.

In the initial Heart Realm state, he suddenly felt everything was so vibrant, life so beautiful and precious. The memories of his past life as a Fierce Sword disciple of the Huashan Sect blended seamlessly in his mind, and his Heart Realm surpassed further.

In his past life as a wandering guest of Huashan, he also roamed freely in the Martial World, galloping horses and mingling with Martial World artists among the flowers. He had beautiful experiences of playful encounters.

Yet, it seemed that Martial World people always lacked a fixed abode, rootless like duckweed. They were accustomed to drinking on horseback and boasting at the edge of the blade.

When all pleasures ended, they returned to the loneliness of solitary cultivation, eager to become a Martial Arts Expert.

This feeling of loneliness after the brilliance, like a firework easily extinguished, made Jiang Dali gradually abandon some low-level pursuits in the Martial World, deeming them momentary joys lacking eternal and persistent significance.

But at this moment, under a twist of fate and joy reemerging, he appreciated this beauty from an extraordinary calm perspective.

What he saw more was the deep, sincere love born from Murong Qingqing towards him, which was more precious than anything else.

This was something he could not avoid before, but now still inevitably had to face.

He suddenly realized he could approach it very calmly, instead of with many concerns.

Suddenly, Jiang Dali was inspired, and the content of the first to third volumes of the War God Chronicles surfaced in his mind.

In the first volume, a War God traverses the nine heavens, diving towards a fireball below.

The second volume depicts the War God rushing out of the fireball, turning into two swirling energies of Yin and Yang, spawning trees, flowers, fruits, fish, insects, humans, and beasts on earth.

The third picture reveals a giant circle with a man and a woman entwined within, eternally cyclical, filled with profound philosophy rather than vulgar meaning. The Chronicles write: "One closes, one opens, Extreme Yang blazing, Extreme Yin solemn. Life exists within breaths, vitality within breaths. Moving cannot seal itself, non-moving cannot abandon self, enduring, the flavor emerges at tasteless. Heaven as heaven, born from extremity of Yin, things reach the limit then change, roads without entry open new entrances." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Each word in the Chronicles rang like a mighty bell in Jiang Dali’s mind, leading him to unconsciously follow the Dharma that transforms Yin to Yang, Yang to Yin, achieving Yin Yang Balance, forming the Essence Qi circuit running in cycles within his body, occasionally transferring towards Murong Qingqing’s body, and sometimes returning to his own.

The unique Orochi aura absorbed by the two’s bodies, under this Yin Yang Balance, quickly stimulated the beneficial power to strengthen the body, helping both rapidly grow stronger in this state.

Jiang Dali felt his slightly weak frame showing signs of strengthening in this Yin Yang Balance state, revealing a shocking and vast introspective view of his own body in his mind.

Each muscle refined and dense, full and three-dimensional, with tiny blood vessels, nerve endings, tendons, etc., all strengthened by the nurturing power.

His qi channels became longer, forming a small world cycle with each breath.

Murong Qingqing, surrounding this small world cycle, was nourished and strengthened by the power released from him.

In such a strange situation, the two needed no words; their spirits and minds had a deep understanding beyond language.

The weak depend on the strong, Murong Qingqing’s heart was thoroughly conquered by the magnificent man before her, imprinting an unforgettable mark deep within, unable to be erased.

Jiang Dali viewed this experience and the beauty and emotions with her as a precious spiritual wealth and experience, aiding his mind, Heart Realm, emotions, Martial Arts comprehension, and more.

The strong always have a powerful spirit.

And Martial Arts and others, are tools to burst out stronger power through a strong heart, thus practicing Martial Arts never solely about Martial Arts but refining the heart.

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Unknown how much time has passed.

The two had separated.

Jiang Dali calmly sat cross-legged, feeling the benefits of body and spirit brought by this unexpected harvest.

Despite enduring the pain as if she might collapse, Murong Qingqing’s heart was filled with lasting satisfaction and touch.

Cloud-like hair, under her charming arched brows, her eyes like autumn waters shimmering with tears, cheeks expressing endless joy.

After the Yin Yang Balance cultivation, she gained significant benefits, her power Realm breaking through to the Heavenly Human 3rd Realm and having lasting momentum, her body potential fully opened.

Even though her body was severely injured due to Jiang Dali’s formidable physique, it quickly healed during the process, gradually adapting.

At this moment, witnessing Jiang Dali sitting alone with his majestic back, listening to his even breathing, smelling the intense masculine aura from this extraordinary man, unable to contain herself, two streams of tears slid down her cheeks.

She closed her eyes, calmed herself, gradually steadied her breathing, got up, ignoring her disheveled appearance, held the Heavenly Demon Zither, hands forming orchid fingers, and began to play Ding ding dong dong.

The seven silk strings like a woman’s black hair, rapidly vibrating under her skillful touch, played music of quiet solitude and silent waiting.

This impromptu tune expressed emotions fitting the current moment, floating in the hearts of the three.

Dongfang Bubai dressed in a red robe lying on the ground, listened to the tune, his mind picturing a scene.

In that scene, a beauty quietly sits behind the beaded screen of a pavilion, playing a mournful, elegant tune, softly singing "Curtains swept by the west wind, she slimmer than a flower..."

Horse hoofs sound, the Green-clothed Guest gallops with a sword, gracefully arriving, the poignant zither sound abruptly stops from the pavilion above, waiting for the beauty to run joyfully to the window with bright eyes gazing.

Indeed, many things in the world seem coincidental.

But if carefully thought about, you’d find there must already be a "cause" planted, what "cause" you sow, determines what "effect" you reap.

Therefore, if you understand this truth, you would be extra attentive when sowing seeds in the future.

Upon this thought, Dongfang Bubai’s eyelashes lowered, his delicate lashes concealed eyes bearing subtle graceful silence, lips curving into a line, from which silent merriment arced.

The words of the poem lingered, so did my heart, though I may not seek, would you not send voice?...

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