Chapter 539 - Mental State (1/2)
“You saved me because you think I can surpass the Heavenly Law and bring you guys back to the Kunlun Origin Court?” Zhou Xuanji asked with his eyes slightly narrowed. He was filled with interest towards Kunlun Origin Court.
The Sword Spirit had mentioned that the Supreme Legendary Sword System came from the Serendipity of the World’s Beginning.
Where was the Serendipity of the World’s Beginning?
The old immortal smiled but did not reply.
He slowly got up and stretched as he looked towards the horizon and said, “I suddenly feel old.”
He shook his head and laughed, and he walked into the Daoist temple by the side.
“When your injuries have healed, you will be able to come down. Don’t be worried and don’t be in a hurry.”
Hearing this, Zhou Xuanji felt at peace.
After a while, the old immortal’s voice sounded out from within the Daoist temple.
“Peaceful in spring and fiery in summer; the high heavens and barren earth. The heart yearns for the end of the road, but all things have rules and wanting something in haste will result in one not arriving. If the path belongs to you, no one can steal it. If the path does not belong to you, using strength to achieve your Dao will be pointless too.”
Zhou Xuanji thought to himself. Was the old immortal telling him not to be in a rush?
He was only 200 years old and had reached Universe Heaven Level 10. This sort of cultivation speed was something that others could only look up at. And yet, he continued to seek greater power and continuously took risk.
“What will happen if I slow down my pace?” Zhou Xuanji thought. Before, he had always thought that he was in such a rush to protect the people by his side.
Now that he thought about it, his enemies had rarely used the people by his side to threaten him.
If he did not step out, would everything he protected disappear?
A cool wind blew, gently stroking his face.
His black hair fluttered in the wind, and listening to the wind, he sank into an unprecedented sense of peace.
The old immortal was still speaking. His voice was not as grand as Sage Daojing’s, but it had a magical property to it, making his heart calm down.
Sunlight cascaded downwards, and the flowers and grass covering the mountain were bathed in a faint light.
It was vitality, as well as hope.
…
Between the flowers and grass, there was a group of ants traveling forwards.
The ant at the front held the biggest leaf. It moved the fastest and became more and more separated from the rest.
A strange bug suddenly darted out and gulped it down before disappearing among the flowers and grasses.
The rest of the ants continued to advance. The strange bug once again shot out, hunting down the ants. However, it was quickly surrounded by the ants and bitten to death by the dozens of ants.
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Three days later, Zhou Xuanji’s injuries recovered and the silk released him. He fell to the ground, and he hurriedly took out a set of white clothes.
He moved his body and walked over to the Daoist temple. He bowed and cupped his fists as he asked, “Senior, do you have any instructions for this junior?”
He had a feeling that things were not as simple as the old immortal just saving him.
As for the old beggar’s safety, he was not worried.
He chose to believe in his Senior Apprentice Brothers.
During these three days, as he felt the sensation of the breeze and enjoyed nature, he had done much thinking.
The world was very big, and not everything needed him.
“How about you help me plant some flowers and grasses?” the old immortal’s voice sounded out. Zhou Xuanji nodded and turned and left.
Just like that, he stayed at the Daoist temple. He appreciated the flowers and grasses by day, and he sat on the tree by night, looking at the stars.
Time quickly passed, and soon it had been half a year.
Zhou Xuanji was near the Daoist temple, isolated from the rest of the world, not knowing what was happening.
He wanted to go back to the Divine Cliff to have a look, so he asked the old immortal.
The old immortal did not try to stop him, and he only told him to come back as soon as possible.