Chapter 1289: Rootless Duckweed (1/2)

Chapter 1289: Rootless Duckweed

Li Qiye left the dragon mountains for the Bonesea. He wasn’t in a hurry, so he opened his portals randomly while crossing through the countries.

He stopped multiple times along the way to bask in the beautiful sceneries of the Dragon Demon Sea. After all, these majestic scenes were unique to Heaven Spirit.

He had heard about the immortal artifact coming out of the Bonesea and only smiled in response.

Seeing people anxiously running there didn’t affect his pace because he knew that the time was not ripe. Only when it was would he finally be able to reach his desired destination. Otherwise, it would all be in vain.

Because of this, he relaxed and took his time traveling across this beautiful sea region. However, he would occasionally become absent-minded in front of this beauty. While standing on a cliff and gazing at the vast sea, his mind seemed to drift away.

In those distant years, there was a period of time when he had a taste of the happiness of being an ordinary man. During an evening on this very cliff, there was someone who held hands with him while watching the sunset.

He continued to look at the sun slowly sinking into the sea in a stupor. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and gave a carefree smile: “Yueli, I’ll let you know that someone named Li Qiye is back. I don’t mind even if you kill me. All debts must be repaid before I go to the final world.”

With that, he laughed with an open mind before coolly leaving. Sometimes he would fly or ride the waves.

Among the billowing clouds were a few mountains and old pavilions. This scene looked just like an immortal paradise. Among these hidden mountains were lush, ancient pines and gurgling streams.

In the pavilions were cultivators absorbing and releasing the elements as if they were immortals.

When standing in these clouds, one would often see other cultivators traveling. When they met, it was a time to be cheerful and enthusiastic. Honorifics were thrown and greetings were exchanged. They would explore the arts of the elements.

These scenes looked particularly beautiful, but the truth was far from this. Behind these dream-like images was an unimaginable cruelty.

These cultivators hiding in the clouds belonged to the human race. Moreover, their situation was one of helplessness.

In the Heaven Spirit World, continents were far and few between; most landma.s.ses already had masters. Cultivators didn’t mind being in oceans. At a certain level, there was virtually no difference between land and water. However, humans were land creatures. More often than not, they weren't suited for the sea, unlike the sea tribes who had a love for the oceans and were born there.

Some human cultivators had no territory, so they had to stay in the sky and hide in the clouds. These mountains and pavilions weren’t personally refined by them but instead were left behind by their ancestors. Of course, the lucky ones could come across places without an owner.

The abandoned mountains and pavilions were often lineages that failed to be pa.s.sed down. Their final generation must have died from old age. Thus, the structures could only float in the clouds across the vast firmament. The lucky ones could then claim these as their own.

When human cultivators reached a certain power level and didn’t have a landma.s.s, they would dig out mud and soil from the ocean or move a mountain in order to refine them. This process would eventually turn into these artificial creations floating among the clouds in the sky.

The truth was that it wasn’t their choice. Who would want to drift endlessly in the sky if they had their own land?

For some people, this style of life was very interesting and fun at the start. However, as time pa.s.sed, they would come to find that they were not the masters of their own destiny.

Given the choice between having a home and this, no one would want to be rootless duckweed. Moreover, it was dangerous to drift around like this. Once they met an enemy who was more powerful than themselves, they could be destroyed at any time.

This dreamy life was the result of a lack of choice. In this kind of rootless drifting, one wouldn’t have any way of establis.h.i.+ng an ancestral ground, mining resources, or planting precious elixirs and plants.

Being poor was a fatal disadvantage for cultivators. A wealth of resources was crucial for cultivators and sects to grow stronger.

However, having an abundance of these resources relied on having one’s own territory in order to keep them safe. It was often meaningless to have too many resources while partic.i.p.ating in this vagabond lifestyle. Having a pavilion in the air was simply a fool’s dream.

Li Qiye gently shook his head while looking at a few of the cultivators visiting and talking to each other among these mountains and pavilions in the middle of this sea of clouds.