Chapter 309 Invitation from the King of Hell (1/2)

The sender did not sign off on the letter, but Hong Yangzi already knew who he was.

This was definitely handwritten by Zhenren Shen of Qing Xuan himself. Each stroke was akin to the mark of Dao. All of the strokes were natural and seemed like the work of nature.

Even from a calligraphy point of view, this was something that deserved generations of fame.

When inspecting the meaning it held closely, one would see the casualness of the author. As though the author heard something by chance, and penned his intention down in a carefree manner - there was nothing serious about it.

If the author was just anyone, he would have dismissed it easily. However, he knew that Shen Lian indeed had the capabilities to place himself on the pedestal and looked down at everyone.

In fact, Hong Yangzi felt proud that Shen Lian took notice of his Dao techniques. He felt like his life spent cultivating Dao was not spent in vain.

Upon realizing what he was thinking, Hong Yangzi was not angered; if anything, he felt that it was something inevitable.

Even before midnight had come, he acknowledged his defeat through and through.

After all, Huangji Fo was the nemesis whom he had spent a good half of his life battling against. To think that he faced such a devastating defeat against Shen Lian, Hong Yangzi felt slightly better for himself. The Daoist child in the Daoist temple heard him saying, ”Child, take good care of this letter. It might be more precious than our fundamental Dao formula in the future.”

The night was chilly, and the lake in the distance looked like a mirror. In the cold and dark night, it looked like calligraphy ink.

The moon hanging above was big and round, and Taiyin was complete; the Dao rhythm was natural.

Shen Lian and Zhao Xiaoyu were seated at the small tower next to the lake, and they were marveling at the reflection of the bright moon in the center of the lake. The image of the moon was distorted by the ripples in the water. The dots of light decorated the lake.

Zhao Xiaoyu looked around with her beautiful eyes. ”The view is great tonight, I like it,” she said.

Shen Lian replied, ”The moon is up every night, the lake has always been here. It is just that unlike us, everyone else is too occupied to be enjoying the view.”

Zhao Xiaoyu stared at Shen Lian's long and fair fingers; they seemed as though they were made out of ivory, and there were not any visible pores. This pair of hands could perform impressive Daoist techniques, and they could also wield swordcraft that could not be seen elsewhere in the world. Whether they are used to kill or rescue depended on him.

She had never admired someone as much as she did Shen Lian; Shen Lian was the first, and he was definitely the last.

Zhao Xiaoyu smiled, ”Indeed, the toughest thing to have in the world is definitely 'leisure'. To achieve this would be more pleasant than being a celestial,” she said.

Shen Lian sighed as he replied, ”Xiaoyu, you are wrong. There is nothing pleasant about being a celestial in the human realm.”

”You are closer to being a celestial than I am, it seems like I am in no position to debate with you,” she smiled.

”Xiaoyu, you are wrong again. Even after becoming a celestial or Buddha, there is no way that one could stray away from human nature. Holy deities, at the end of the day, they are still part of the world. Immortal as they are, they remain trapped in the reincarnation cycle,” Shen Lian spoke casually, as though he was unveiling the ultimate truth.

”Regardless, it would be nice to be immortal for a while. Though, some people might not understand this,” Zhao Xiaoyu hinted.

”Since one could not understand, one might as well just die,” Shen Lian spoke softly.

The ivory-like fair fingers turned into the scythe of the Grim Reaper within seconds. The next moment, the ten fingers were moving in the air and a low hum could be heard; it was as though the clear stream was singing under the moonlight. Countless columns of water shot out of the surface of the lake that calm moments before.

The wind howled so loudly that it could be heard from anywhere.

Shen Lian's mana reached every corner within a one-mile radius, and his mana was refined.

Each drop of lake water became an extension of his sight; each drop of lake water could contain his mana.

Right now, he was no different from the deities. His Dao was endless, so was his mana.

The once calm lake was full of violent waves that threatened to engulf the tower. Jimo Peak that stood far away hid amidst the clouds, and it looked eternal and solemn. It was impervious to the howling of the lake water.

Amongst the sound of water and the wind, one's heartbeat merged naturally within it; there was no difference anymore.

Even with the sharpest spiritual sense, it was hard to tell the difference.

Shen Lian did not seem to notice the difference either.

The moonlight was akin to water, and the lake water was rolling. In the void, the tip of the sword could be seen, and it was flowing over along with the water.

This was a powerful move; it was a simple motion that did not contain any abstruseness.

However, even with repeated practice, one might not even be able to reproduce the move.