Chapter 311 True Void (2/2)

Once Shen Lian entered the state of spiritual calmness, he would roam around with Taixu and have natural defense due to his techniques. He would be more aware than he usually was and if someone tried to harm him, the person would be mercilessly attacked by Shen Lian's protection spells.

Although fiction always depicted that a connoisseur would die or lose his powers if he was ambushed when in solitary retreat, that was not the case for Shen Lian.

That was also not the case for most people who were in a similar state as him.

Ultimately, one would have broken away from practicing Qi and leveled up to understand Xuan and attain enlightenment after achieving Huandan. Otherwise, Huandan would not have been known as 'entering the path of Daoism'. Only after achieving this state, one would be considered to be different from the masses.

When Shen Lian was awakened, he would not go back to meditate. Fortunately, there were seven days more to the Five Ultimate Formations challenge and he was about to get ready and depart.

He walked out of the small building and noticed the pale white atmosphere. It was solemn and melancholic.

Apparently, a person of Huandan level has passed away in a sitting posture at this very place. It would be a different story if a cultivator died of vendetta or if a cultivator passed on in a sitting posture.

Nobody could decline their destiny when it was time to leave. Several cultivators were emotionally affected by the passing.

Some people started feeling confused and lost as it occurred to them that everything, the joy, the happiness and the fun, would be nothing once doomsday approaches.

Even if you possessed special instruments and supernatural powers, if you failed to obtain immortality and failed to understand Dao, you would eventually die and turn into soil.

How much more depressing this could be?

Shen Lian could hear people reciting, ”Eternal venerable mother, the hometown of the true void.”

'The hometown of the true void' referred to the sacred land of the Luoism cultivators. It was similar to the heaven for Daoist Sects and the Western Paradise for Buddhist Sects.

Their divine thoughts had produced a pure force of faith.

Generally, such faith would be attributed to an unknown place but as Shen Lian's divine thoughts were so refined, he could trace the faith to somewhere nearby.

He followed the traces and saw Zhao Xiaoyu who was dressed in white. She was barefooted and her hair was down; her gaze seemed to be coated with a layer of black porcelain as it looked cold and pure, and she seemed to be recovering well from her injuries.

Shen Lian investigated with his divine thoughts and that caught Zhao Xiaoyu's attention as both of their divine thoughts interacted in the void.

Shen Lian noticed another person that was definitely not Zhao Xiaoyu. That was an innate god smiling with a kind solemn face, a head full of white hair, dressed in a ceremonial robe with both hands holding on the Bagua. It looked like the incarnations of both Buddha and Dao.

It also gave out an air of suffering in the secular mortal world.

It brought out the sorrow in Shen Lian as he felt the misery of the world. He could not help his desire to hug this god.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xiaoyu released a pure ray of light, as if she wanted to eliminate all filth.

In this brief moment, Shen Lian's spirit regained clearness as the gleam of a sword came through in the void to interrupt that air of suffering. At the same time, he could hear Zhao Xiaoyu whisper.

He went to her side and tapped the middle of her back to disperse the mysterious power with the five elements of Qi of Dan.

Zhao Xiaoyu seemed to be awake and her eyes were clear as usual. In a gentle soft voice she said to Shen Lian, ”I am fine, please don't worry about me.”