298 Above the Sky (2/2)
The rock downpour finally stopped.
It began snowing again. The snow landed on the invisible rainbow shield reflecting seven-color lights.
Master Yan Se opened his eyes and felt this purest light in the world. He watched the snowflakes in the air and waved his sleeve slightly.
The sleeves went across his chest in a straight line. It cleared all obstacles like a wind.
The subtle stone on the cliffs of the mountains suddenly became clear.
The two muddy paths hidden in the woods turned to granite. The mud on the ground froze and turned harder than rocks.
The sleeve drew one line; the crevice on the cliff drew another.
The two mud paths were both vertical.
Two horizontal and two vertical.
They were combined.
It was a character of jing (井).
Jing Fu had been right there, showing the brightness of its contempt, disdains, and pride because it was the most powerful talisman in the world.
The character of jing (井) was the principle of measuring land, the core meaning of etiquette and of wonderful meaning.
The simple but powerful Jing Fu was formed of straight lines, dividing space into perfect pieces.
Jing Fu covered the whole mountain and cut everything, big and small.
Rocks rolling down the mountain were smashed.
Trees and grass on the mountain were smashed.
Flying snowflakes were smashed.
Even wind blowing across was smashed.
And the last thing was the cliff.
The brightness everywhere was becoming gloomy. It was falling apart with the disintegrating space.
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This was the final state Master Yan Se had been looking for.
This Jing Fu covering the mountain had the true power. It could cut everything including space. It was thousands of times stronger than the one Wang Jinglue had come across in Spring Breeze Pavilion on that rainy night.
Brightness also needed space. How did it stay bright in broken space?
The Great Divine Priest of Light watched that Jing Fu in front of him and sighed inside. He knew that Yan Se had finally stepped toward the fifth realm.
It was intolerable for Haotian to dim, even to destroy the Haotian Divine Light.
His coat was broken. Even the lining inside had been cut into pieces by the Fu. The brightness covering his arms was as gloomy as the smashing by the Fu, but the Divine Light on his fingertip was still tough and firm, pointing at the sky.
Maybe his faith had touched the maker on the Firmament...
The Great Divine Priest of Light felt deep emotion. He looked up to the sky with tears on his face. He murmured, ”Thank you for lending me your power, Haotian.”
The brightness from the sun in the clouds exploded with a powerful strength. It went through the snow and clouds. It entered his aged body through the mountain and broken space.
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