Chapter 150 The Day with Snowflakes Flying All Over (2/2)

He was confident that he could deal with the strange person. Moreover, the cultivators, demons, and monsters who loitered around the Temple of Killings had become the strange person’s victims; to a certain extent, the strange person was doing Shen Lian a favor.

When the strange person left, Shen Lian began his daily practices. His fingertip changed its form, and a red sword aura flew through. He alternated his fingering, and there were Qi of different colors swirling in the air. They were red, orange, yellow, white, green, blue, purple and black. They were solid and swirled around Shen Lian. They slipped past the snowflakes, and yet did not touch the snowflakes at all. In fact, they did not even trigger any sound of the wind.

The eight sword aura was controlled by his thoughts, and from the beginning till the transitions, all of the processes were smooth and easy. They seemed like a school of fishes who were swimming in the air.

Each of the sword auras had their own characteristics. They corresponded to Tian, Di, Shan, Ze, Shui, Huo, Feng, Lei. It was not as simple as multitasking, which was something that could be done by someone of sufficient intellectual caliber. It was difficult to do different tasks with different thoughts at the same time.

Shen Lian lasted for around twelve or thirteen breathes before white steam started forming around his forehead. In this cold weather, he was sweating, and the droplets of sweat turned into ice shortly.

He retracted his spiritual consciousness, and the eight sword aura lost control and disappeared into the void.

The eight Taixu Qi were eight different Manas, and their essences could either be approached from the Five Elements angle or the Yin and Yang angle. His founding master, Zi Ling Fairy chose to walk on the path of Yin and Yang. However, she ended up having dissociative identity disorder due to the wholeness and contrast in Yin and Yang.

Every martial exercise would involve different Dao that remained unchanged in the world. As everything would converge towards the great Way, in the end, one must make one’s choice among the many potential ones in order to continue towards the highest point.

It was only when the convergence happened that one could derive more, and attained the ultimate fruit of Dao.

Huandan was the beginning of the path, also the beginning of cultivation of Dao.

Shen Lian had to make his choice and to pick his path in order to kick-start the process.

Shen Lian did not ponder much about it and chose to drive the eight Qi of Taixu with the method of the Being and Non-Being of Sword Aura. He created sword aura from it and tried to experience the different states through that.

When this step matured, he would proceed to the next, which was ”mutual generation”. This was the second layer of abstruseness taught by Mr. Su.

The sword aura contained the axiomatic truth, and Shen Lian felt that even after he had attained the state of Huandan, broke through the Absurd State, and became a land immortal, he would not be able to understand it fully.

He wanted to know about Mr. Su’s origin. Unfortunately, there was no news about him ever since then. Even the loquat tree did not know much about Mr. Su’s identity.

When Shen Lian was thinking, someone came to Xi Huang in the cold.

More accurately, a demon had come to Xi Huang. It was not a local demon, but a demon who came from the sea.

Just as how the demons from the land hated going into the sea, those from the sea would not come to the land. Moreover, the demons from the sea looked down on those from Bei Huang, as they found them poor and unrefined.

At least this was what the Nine-Headed Demon King thought. He did not even bother hiding his nine heads. He flashed all of them out fearlessly.

He still had a few strands of bird feather in his mouth on one of his head. The demonic eagle who had not completely shapeshifted yet tasted horrible. Indeed it was something that came from barren hills and turbulent rivers. Not only that it had a fishy taste to it, its flesh was rough and did not taste as smooth and fresh as those from the sea.

The mountain was called Chui Ping Mountain. In spite of the snow, one could still see the Chui Ping. It looked a lot like a peacock flaring its feathers.

The Nine-Headed Demon King remembered back when he still had not shapeshifted yet, he saw a very powerful peacock. The peacock almost killed an ancient mutant Gold-Threaded Snake that had shapeshifted and ate its snake gall.

The Gold-Threaded Snake was a very poisonous snake, and yet the peacock was unafraid of its poison.

Due to that incident, the Nine-Headed Demon King hated everything in green. This had something to do with the trauma in his heart.

He could tell that the palace he was looking at was an impressive instrument, the best Ruyi instrument there was.

Ruyi instrument referred to an instrument that had the Ruyi Dao restriction being placed upon it by an expert cultivator when it was forged. The final product would be able to change according to the owner’s thoughts due to the Ruyi Dao restriction.

The best example would be Mount Sumeru in Buddhist legends, and the sayings of the Naxumi Yujiezi.

Mount Sumeru could become infinitely huge or infinitely small, and this was something that could only be done by Buddha.

The Nine-Headed Demon King set his eyes on this instrument. Even though he despised the demons and monsters in Xi Huang, he decided to bring away such a good instrument.

After all, Mister Sea was slightly unreliable. In the event that he did not manage to get his hands on the relic, he still had this excellent instrument to make up for it. His trip would be justified then.