Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 1282 - 454: After I Leave, Who Knows How Many Will Found Sects and Be Called Ancestor
The four walked along the bluestone-paved road, along the way the mist that would trouble travelers retreated upon meeting the World Venerable.
Jing Qiu led the group, with three people closely following behind, feeling quite confident and fearless.
From their perspective at this moment, Jing Qiu was likely a seasoned traveler, possibly native to this area, far more familiar with the Earth Territory than they were.
But at this moment, Jing Qiu felt somewhat troubled.
"Should we just continue straight ahead?"
"It seems there’s no other path to take; should we forge a new route and walk different paths, or simply follow the road honestly?"
He looked at the mist on both sides of the bluestone road and gazed upwards, sensing the call from a distant end, inevitably feeling a bit anxious in his heart.
"World Venerable, where does the end of this bluestone-paved road lead? It’s too desolate, lacking the splendor and brilliance of the Dao Source."
The Sword Master suddenly asked, his tone very courteous; he had already retrieved the Immortal Sword from Jing Qiu and currently believed that Jing Qiu was definitely not a "newcomer," but an old monster.
Jing Qiu’s heart stirred; in the eyes of all Ancestor Masters, is the place of Returning to Truth equivalent to the fundamental root of the Dao, the source of all time and destiny?
In the domains of the Sea of Realms, as long as it’s a complete Heaven and Earth, it possesses the River of Destiny and the concept of time, and some have attempted to pursue the origin of both, but ultimately to no avail.
Naturally, Jing Qiu was unaware of where the end of the bluestone road led, lightly murmuring, "After leaving home for a century, upon returning, everything becomes unfamiliar, not knowing if the stone bridge at the end still stands? Or if the stele inscribed with deeds is covered in moss."
The three exchanged glances again, is the end of this bluestone-paved road leading to a stone bridge?
Jing Qiu looked up, his gaze profound, continued to act inscrutable, and misled the three, saying:
"This Heaven and Earth has been lonely for eons, so why wouldn’t it be desolate? The Returning to Truth Road should liven up for a while, and then return to its original state."
"Those who leave their hometown will eventually return."
"The ones who wander in exile miss home the most, yet fear it."
The three behind him fell silent.
The time they entered differed, but they’ve all heard similar rumors; some hesitated to start the journey, and Jing Qiu’s words sparked relevant thoughts in them.
Seeing the three quieted down, Jing Qiu couldn’t help but shake his head secretly.
These three old guys are no easy marks, crazily picking up his words.
Fortunately, he wasn’t a benevolent person either, casually deceiving, with strength in place, the rest of the issues, these old guys would imagine by themselves.
Not understood, doubtful? Then the secret knowledge acquired in the past must have flaws; today finally touches on the truth of history!
As they advanced, Jing Qiu casually fabricated answers, perfunctorily responding to the three’s probing questions, selectively answering while not giving up sensing the distant Inverted Mountain.
There was no concept of time here, Jing Qiu counted the time silently in his heart, this aimless walk continued for a dozen days yet wasn’t boring, filled with scheming all the way.
The Sword Master and the three were very patient, having already learned the mysteriousness of this bluestone-paved road which can be understood as the first layer; all Escape Skills were useless, and only walking on foot could lead out.
With Jing Qiu leading the way, the three felt reassured walking along.
Finally, on this day, they heard the sound of flowing water from ahead.
The three rejoiced; before meeting Jing Qiu, each had wandered for years, after meeting and teaming up, again for years, until encountering Jing Qiu, they’d been circling within the mist, their sensing obscured, as though caught in what’s rumored among mortals as ’ghost hitting the wall.’
This time with Jing Qiu’s Heart Lamp guiding the way, it only took them over ten days to make progress, saving on unknown detours, finding the right path!
Several hurried their steps inadvertently overtaking Jing Qiu, who swept a look over them, causing the three to halt awkwardly, motioning for the World Venerable to lead.
Jing Qiu snorted lightly, glancing at the three audacious ministers, leading ahead; soon, they arrived at the water source.
Upon seeing the scene ahead clearly, everyone’s pupils suddenly shrank.
"A collapsed stone bridge..."
"There really is a stone bridge?"
"Where’s the stele? Where’s the stele the World Venerable Brother mentioned?"
The three became restless, the scene before them entirely verified Jing Qiu’s earlier words.
But they hadn’t seen Jing Qiu standing ahead with his back turned, his face full of astonishment.
Is it really here?
What he originally uttered casually did leave a retreat; whether it’s safe or not, there’s no assurance, yet it unexpectedly became reality.
The river water gurgled, above enveloping within the first layer of hazy mist, seeming to encompass all things within the chaos mist, completely different from the previous Ghostly Mist, making it impossible to see across the riverbank.
On the river’s surface, a pitch-black antique stone bridge stretched across but was broken in the middle.
"Someone is on the opposite bank." The Sword Master said in a deep voice.
On the opposite side of the broken stone bridge stood a hazy outline of a figure, blocking the middle of the bridge, seemingly forming an inseparable whole with the stone bridge beneath, the flowing water, impervious to crossing.
"Is this the Other Shore?" The young Ancestor Master murmured.
"World Venerable, there’s the stele you mentioned!"
Cang suddenly spoke, proactively stepping forward, waving his hand trying to remove the spreading moss, only to find all Dao Powers, Magic, and Divine Skills, upon touching the moss, sank as if into the sea, forcing him to remove the moss manually.
Jing Qiu said nothing, slowly approached the riverbank, looking at his own reflection in the flowing water.
The riverbank was damp, covered with dark green moss, slippery and cold; a slight misstep would likely result in falling into the river.
The river cloaked in mist showed no sign of its source upstream nor its destination downstream, with water gushing clearly revealing the bottom yet giving Jing Qiu an intense feeling of danger, seeming that if he fell into it, he’d never be able to rise again!
