Chapter 621 Returning to the Monastery (1/2)

In this Millstone of Life and Death, Shen Lian already knew what Chen Jianmei wished to do – he wanted to obliterate himself completely, demonstrating the paramount swordcraft of annatā.

He knew that it was Chen Jianmei's goal in swordcraft, but at that moment Shen Lian could not help but feel dejected. He was no longer miserly to his primordial spirit, sending out his divine thoughts as best as he could, saying, ”Senior Apprentice-Brother, please think it over.”

Finally, Chen Jianmei thoroughly erased what was previously inerasable from his heart. He regained his former calm spiritual appearance and smiled, ”Junior Apprentice-Brother.”

Those simple words were indeed more capable of conveying a message than thousands of words. Whatever that Chen Jianmei wanted to say and did not want to say were contained in those few words.

Throughout Shen Lian's life, he has heard Chen Jianmei speak many times. However, none of those times could compare with the far-reaching emotions and profound gratitude expressed in the words said at that moment. It was the origin of friendship in the Qing Xuan orthodoxy and also the unsaid sincerity between the two. Even more so, it was their mutual worship and admiration towards Zhang Ruoxu.

If this was in the past, Shen Lian would have definitely dragged Chen Jianmei for a drink or two, preferably to the point of being absolutely wasted. The situation was different now. Shen Lian would rather forgo seeing this emotional and loyal side of Chen Jianmei ever again. For only with emotion can one be indifferent; only with a strong attachment can one truly let go.

No one could empathize with Chen Jianmei's current emotional state better than Shen Lian. To dispose of all joy, to be indifferent towards both success and failure, and to renounce one's ego in decision making.

In his heart, Shen Lian had numerous things he wished to tell Chen Jianmei, to the point where he hated himself for not stopping Chen Jianmei immediately. From his primordial spirit, there were violent waves like never before disrupting his originally persistent and inactive tranquil heart of Dao. Even the Seed of Heaven and Earth in the red cinnabar between Chen Jianmei's eyes made an unprecedented sudden movement.

The more vigorously he resisted, the more sorrowful he became, which led to an even greater suppressive force from the Millstone of Life and Death. The Seed of Heaven and Earth was on the brink of subjugation, and yet he paid no mind to it. He only hoped to rush forward immediately and break Chen Jianmei's Anattā Sword.

At this point, drops of fresh blood trickled down the bridge of Chen Jianmei's nose. All the blood was absorbed by the Level Nine Blood Lotus at the base of his feet and his whole body emitted an enchantingly strange ray of light.

In some sense, one could say that the Blood Lotus was Chen Jianmei and Chen Jianmei was the Blood Lotus. Once the Anattā Sword was unleashed, there would naturally be no Chen Jianmei, and all the more there would be no Blood Lotus.

Any of the self-detonating suicide techniques similar to the Sky Demon Disintegration Method were incomparable to the might and power of Chen Jianmei's Anattā Sword technique. It was a sword that had evolved to a paramount swordcraft, a sword which, for a Dao practitioner at the pinnacle of being celestial, meant sacrificing everything.

Only with great sacrifice can one bring about great changes.

Chen Jianmei smiled and stabbed. Brother, oh brother, even I myself did not foresee my actions today.

Tianyi was absolutely frightened. A horrifying vital force disseminated from the Blood Lotus, so terrifying that even Tianyi was trembling in fear.

Further away, the war with Noble Daoist Lu Ya was still ongoing. Lady Mother of the Chariot, Emperor Xia, and the Lunar Deity, were all startled by this strange occurrence.

Even Daoist Lu Ya, who had the highest attainment, and Lady Mother of the Chariot, who is the most knowledgeable, experienced the venerability of Chen Jianmei's Anattā Sword.

If anyone of them were in Chen Jianmei's position, they would not have been able to make such a sacrifice.

He was willing to relinquish his 'self'. Even if he could prove himself and take the position of the highest Daoist Master, how would he return? There would not be any more meaning to it. However, this was indeed the meaning to it, for only when there is no self can there be an understanding of Dao.

The origin of the Millstone of Life and Death's power was from the Dao of Life and Death that was inherent in the Register of Life and Death. It was the perpetual Great Way of the universe. In the face of such strength, only a Dao strength that was equal in rank could possibly break it.

Was all this worth it? No one except Chen Jianmei could answer this.

The significance of what was worth it and what was not lied only with those who made the sacrifice, not with anyone else.

Chen Jianmei gazed intently into the sky. Before this, he never realized how emotionally moving the sky could be, and he also never felt that he would reach such a brilliant point in his life.

The laws of heaven, human reincarnation, and swordcraft. All of these were not worth mentioning.