Chapter 658 – I Can Still Eat, No? (2/2)

This seemingly feeble fist punched a massive hole in the river bed, so deep that its bottom couldn't be seen, and the rushing of water came from below.

When the Imperial Design moved, the river dried up and the stones appeared. Now, with the breaking of the Imperial Design and the departure of the awe-inspiring array energy, there was no more strength to maintain the current sight.

With a gurgling of water, countless springs bubbled out of the ground. In an instant, the riverbed was drowned once more, soaking the shoes of him and Wuqiong Bi.

Wuqiong Bi knew what he wanted to do. Her face grew even paler, yet she could speak no words of objection.

The springs madly surged, causing the river level to rise with visible speed. Accompanied by the thunder and lightning from high up in the sky, the sight seemed extremely bizarre.

A somewhat despairing shriek burst from Wuqiong Bi's lips.

She and Bie Yanghong stood atop the water, two Qis exuding from their bodies and instantly enveloping the entire river.

The Qi exuded from her body was of silent extinction, blue-green ripples in which no life existed.

The Qi exuded from Bie Yanghong's body, however, was incomparably fresh and clean, containing the infinite and boundless energy of life.

The waters of the river finally poured over its stone embankments and flowed into the Mausoleum of Books, slowly and inexorably surging towards the Divine Path.

As the water flowed, green leaves began to sprout. In the span of a few breaths, they completely covered the surface of the water, a limitless stretch of lotuses.

Soon after, this green lotus sea began to bloom with countless delicate lotus blossoms.

The lotus sea seemed to flaunt itself in the breeze, the lotus blossoms dazzling amidst the thunder and lightning.

Lotus leaves that span to heaven, Wuqiong Bi.

The red sun of lotus blossoms, Bie Yanghong.

(TN: This is actually a line from a poem by Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli called 晓出净慈寺送林子方, which can be translated as 'Dawn at Jingci Temple, Sent to Lin Zifang'. The translation of the line is 'Lotus leaves that span to heaven, endless green. The red sun of lotus blossoms, a special shade of red.' Wuqiong Bi's and Bie Yanghong's names are the ends of their respective lines.)

The Mausoleum of Books was covered in water.

Mao Qiuyu stood to one side in the water, his expression solemn, his two sleeves dancing.

Two sleeves of breeze stirred up and blew across.

Lotus leaves were constantly flying, lotus blossoms lightly swaying. Lightning illuminated the world, moisture condensed into mist. All this combined into a scene so beautiful as to seem unreal, a fairyland.

The fairyland had come to the Divine Path.

Han Qing was still eating, eating with great seriousness.

Cooking food was a matter of the human world, and he went from the Mausoleum of Books to the human world of the past.

Bie Yanghong wanted him to return to a fairyland that paid no mind to mundane matters, leaving him with no heart to prevent anyone stepping upon the Divine Path.

The sky of lotus leaves and lotus blossoms attacked his Dao heart.

What would Han Qing choose?

Finally, he placed down the lunchbox.

Not because he had no means of dealing with Bie Yanghong's challenge, but because he had finished the food.

He extended his hand to grip the spear and then gazed into the depths of the lotus sea.

Bie Yanghong was in the depths of the lotus sea. His body was drenched in blood and his face was pale, yet he was very calm.

He wanted to kill Tianhai, the people of the world wanted to kill Tianhai, so they had to ascend the Divine Path.

At this moment, he was burning up his true essence and cultivation. Even if he could defeat Han Qing, he would probably have no means of continuing to live.

He did not care, because he had originally come to meet his death.

The path of meeting death was his Dao, his straight Dao.

To walk according to one's Dao meant that one would never get lost in the lotus sea, would never shrink back in fear. His blood-drenched self was clear-cut in the darkness, just like the red flowers amidst the green leaves.

But he did not attack, because he was waiting for the final opportunity.

Waiting for the stream bank near Xining Village's old temple, waiting for the old monastery in Luoyang, waiting for the dark clouds above the earth to scatter.

He raised his head, calmly gazing at the dark clouds.

Everyone gazed up there.

Thunder constantly rumbled, lightning crackled, the dark clouds twisted, the winds erupted.

That place was really not a part of the human world.

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