In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path-Chapter 946
Chapter 946: 381: Between life and death, there’s no high or low!
An ordinary heart can also cultivate to immortality_2 Chapter 946: 381: Between life and death, there’s no high or low!
An ordinary heart can also cultivate to immortality_2 Chen Dengming passed through like a mist carried by the wind, covering hundreds of miles in an instant, quickly surpassing the Huarong Path, entering the bounds of the Southern Region.
The area seemed to become even colder.
Many armies of the Counterattack Cultivator Alliance were already stationed here.
In the wilderness, military camps sprawled, array barriers rose, watchtowers floated in the air warning of danger, and below them, the formations of various Sect Cultivators were thriving with the atmosphere of victors, seemingly unfolding a carnival.
Many cultivators were trading war trophies, and the stronghold had essentially become a bustling small market.
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Farther away lay a field of ruins that resembled a grave battlefield, where the air no longer carried the subtle oppressive Incense Faith Power from the Outer Realm Devil Lord.
Clearly, with the defeat and retreat of the Outer Realm Evil Cultivators in this area, the place had become a zone devoid of Incense Faith.
Chen Dengming’s spirit dwelled within his Incense Fire Incarnation, his body sat in the Sect, traversing thousands of miles daily, viewing mountains and rivers, continuing to fly forward.
After passing the camps, he arrived at a battlefield that resembled ruins.
This place was filled with a ghastly chill and swirling ghost gas, and there were even unvanquished spirits of cultivators screaming in agony—a place dearly loved by Ghost Cultivators.
The cold winds howled, swirling up dust into spirals that rustled “sha sha”.
A few bare trees, like bald old men, shivered in the chilling wind, screaming sharply.
In the South lay corpses everywhere, with bones peaking through the snow everywhere; life had been utterly devastated, almost turning it into a kind of Human purgatory.
Chen Dengming’s heart stirred, his Divine Sense spread far and wide, and he saw scattered villages with lives extinguished, a scene of absolute devastation.
Although the Thousands of Miles Frontier was barren in the past, it had, during the control of the Outer Realm Evil Cultivators, drawn many low-ranked Loose Cultivators and mortals from the Four Regions to gather here, making the place quite populous for a while.
Even most of this area had fallen under the domain of the Blood God, where many mortals and Loose Cultivators had been turned into devout followers of the Blood God’s Incense Faith.
The reason was simple: by giving ‘low-cost’ barren resources and lands with scarce Spiritual Energy to low-level cultivators and mortals, they were able to offer their precious Incense Faith Power amidst their hardships.
This was a strategy to develop the most valuable Incense Faith from the cheapest land resources—a hugely profitable move, especially since even the land was seized by force.
But now, the Blood God had already fallen, and the vast kingdom of Incense Faith had also declared its collapse.
Perhaps losing the Blood God, the Outer Realm Evil Cultivators had already intended to abandon this barren land, draining it dry.
Thus, in just over a year, they had driven, whipped, and sacrificed the cultivators and mortals of this land through various means.
Among them, mortals suffered the most, with the highest deaths and injuries.
The ones who were still alive had either joined the ranks of the Outer Realm Evil Cultivators or had become slaves, living a numb and miserable existence.
“Life during war is so fragile, Qi Cultivators and mortals hardly have any differences…like grass and mustards.
What reasons do cultivators have to disdain mortals?
Between life and death, everyone is the same…”
Chen Dengming felt deeply moved, and the Daoist Scripts in his sea of consciousness seemed to dissolve faster.
Often, when one’s spirit is touched in the practice of the Human Immortal Dao, subtle changes can lead to growth in cultivation and the dissolving of Daoist Scripts.
Therefore, Chen Dengming needed to walk around more, to see all kinds of things, witness various faces, and observe different people.
His figure descended, and he walked through the ruins for a long time, attempting to liberate the lingering souls with his spirit combined with skills.
For several days, he kept his mind focused in his Incense Fire Incarnation, undertaking this task that he rarely performed before.
Feeling the liberation and gratitude of the spirits of the war dead at their extinction, he felt as if his own spirit was also being transcended between the boundaries of life and death.
Initially, he only liberated the souls of his own Sect Cultivators or those from the Four Regions.
When faced with the souls of enemy cultivators from the Outer Realms, he hesitated, unable to let go of his grudges.
But it was not until he encountered the soul of a weeping enemy cultivator, seemingly begging for liberation, that he tried to drop his prejudices and perform the liberation.
As a result, he received the enemy cultivator’s soul’s gratitude and heartfelt thanks following liberation.
As it turned out, that enemy cultivator from the Outer Realms did not wish to participate in the war either; driven by force, he had no choice but to leave his home and embark on the campaign.
Now dying in a foreign land, his only wish was for his soul to be liberated—a choice of stance, not out of sheer malice or wickedness.
Generals die in countless battles, brave soldiers return after ten years.
Only if they faced defeat, most likely, most could never return…
After liberating the soul of this enemy cultivator from the Outer Realms, Chen Dengming also seemed to dissolve the prejudices in his heart.
This allowed his state of mind to open anew, reaching a new height.
For a moment, in the sea of consciousness of his original body, it was like silver lotuses bloomed splendidly and Spiritual Rain flew about, akin to planting silver lotuses in the water, a remarkable phenomenon.
Many Daoist Scripts bloomed like lotuses in the great river of Human Immortal Dao Force, gradually scattering petals and dissolving into Dao Force.
A sense of understanding between life and death, and death and life echoed within his spirit.
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In the Incense Belief Domain of his Incense Fire Incarnation, there also appeared a more ethereal Power of Faith, the most sincere gratitude and blessings offered by the liberated souls.
He no longer harbored any prejudices.
Like a Shepherd, he herded souls amidst the ruins, liberating more lingering spirits, regardless of friend or foe.
This did not mean that he henceforth could not distinguish between friend or foe, nor that he possessed a womanly compassion.
