Chapter 332 A Cumulus Cloud Transformed from a Ray of Spiri (2/2)

But if one could do it, then there would not be much difficult task under the sun.

Shen Lian did not purposely teach her Dao techniques and allowed her to be on her own devices. At the same time, Shen Lian also experienced the formidability of the Dream Heart Sutra. The rate of growth of Ruoxi's spirits compared favorably to Mastery of Senses that he was cultivating.

This was because each time Ruoxi had a dream, it was a cultivation and also a karmic cycle. Even when she had woken up and forgotten about the memories of these dreams, but the marks left by the flowing ages did not fade away.

Therefore, even though she seemed young, but there was a bit vicissitude that inadvertently showed on her that even she herself did not notice.

Ruoxi calculated each catkin's directions but there was one catkin that did not follow the trend, which was strange to her. Because no matter how she calculated, this catkin would not have fluttered towards her uncle's room.

Once she noticed it, this bit of catkin was like star in the winter night, it could pierce through the void.

Ruoxi's spiritual sense was acute. It was as though she had seen the void tattered and what followed was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. A unique flavor lingered in the corners of her mind, it was the taste of death.

The Qi of vitality began to be chaotic and the void trembled.

Shen Lian quietly sensed all of it and he 'saw' the windows turned to scraps. A bit of catkin flew in, at the same time, a state of death accompanied it. The sound of water resounded in his ears. That was the flowing sound of the underworld Huangquan River waters that was resonating in his soul.

This was no Dao technique but it was brilliant than many of the Dao techniques in this universe.

The might of the Dao technique was not about the profoundness of the mana used but on the caster's spirit. Once his spirit was there, it was enough to move the mountains by just using a bit of the Qi of vitality.

This was like the butterfly of the Eastern coast of the Yuan Continent. With just an unintentional flutter of its wings, when it coincides with some of the universe's meaning of Dharma, it could probably generate a terrifying tornado on the Western coast of the Yuan Continent, destroying thousands of miles of land.

Shen Lian extended a finger, as though he had prepared a long a while ago. This finger seemed similar to Zhao Xiaoyu's Wusheng Finger but it had an extra wisp of abstruse of Daoism.

All things in the world are produced by being, and being comes from non-being.

The vital force of the universe flowed from the tip of the finger and quietly collided with that bit of catkin.

There was no earth-shaking sound of collisions and there was even no roar of the thunder.

There was another person in the room. This person was like a cumulus cloud.

Shen Lian smiled, ”I have never seen a guest quite like Brother Ye, to enter so quietly and yet only to cause such a commotion voluntarily in the end.”

”It's too quiet here, that was why I wanted to have Brother Shen experience some sort of a bustle so that you won't lose your liveliness by being in the mountains for too long. That would be boring,” Ye Liuyun leisurely replied.

Shen Lian waved his flocket and a clear Qi rolled up the scraps, pieced it all together until it finally became a window. It looked brand new as before.

His smile fainted as he said, ”You came looking for me, and it is because of our promise from that time.”

Skipping formalities, Shen Lian went directly to the subject.