- Chapter 117 1 (1/2)
The Advancement of Concoction Technique, Fifth Revolutions Vehicle of River (1)
The little girl’s delicate hand had infinite strength. If it wasn’t because of Ning Fan’s extraordinary physique, her grip was enough to cause a serious injury to him.
After entering the Fourth Level, with a stomp of her small foot, a Four Marks Immortal Cloud immediately rose from the group. This cloud was familiar to Ning Fan. It was precisely the cloud he saw above the Rain Pond.
“Speak, where do you want to go, to watch the rain? I’ll bring you there!”
Under her long downward crescent eyebrows, her mouth that was filled with pills curled into a sweet smile.
There was nothing happier than having to eat Pill Cookies… Ning Fan was a good person, so she must bring him around for a good stroll!
The Four Marks Immortal Cloud was comparable to the Nascent Soul Realm. The little girl struck a ray of black light at the cloud. Then, the cloud was enveloped by chilly wind. Its speed was now doubled and comparable to an intermediate Nascent Soul expert.
On the Immortal Cloud, Ning Fan closed his eyes, letting the raindrops wet his face. There were silhouettes of Nascent Soul demonic beasts in the surroundings. They seemed to be attracted by the scent of Ning Fan’sflesh and blood, wanting to fill their stomach with this meal.
But at this point, the little girl snorted and waved her delicate fists. Each of the demonic beast showed a look of struggle and the crowd dispersed.
Ning Fan didn’t know what identity this little girl actually had. Why were all the demonic beasts seem to be following her orders?
“Cookie Brother, don’t worry. As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you!” The little girl patted her tiny chest and smiled.
“…”
“Cookie Brother, I’m not scared of anyone in the grave except for Grandpa. So you don’t have to worry, no one is going to bully you!”
“…”
The little girl chattered, trying to curry favor from Ning Fan. Apparently, her intention was to ask for more benefits from Ning Fan after talking.
Ning Fan felt incomparably helpless being called with such a name. Should the cultivators in the outside world knew that the dignified ‘Revered Ning’ was called ‘Cookie Brother’ by a little girl, all the prestige he had established would certainly be lost.
Slowly, his ears could no longer hear the din of the little girl, but only the drops of the rain.
The third level had no rain, whereas the fourth level had continuous drizzle, just like the first and second level before.
Despite the similarity, there were certain differences among these rains. After gaining a trace of insight about the Divine Intent of Rain, Ning Fan realized that the coldness of the rain in the first level was just like Spring Rain whereas the coldness of the rain in the second level was colder and contained the scent of rainstorm, like the Summer Rain.
As for the rain in the fourth level, it was lonely and forlorn, carrying a trace of solemnity. It was like Autumn Rain.
The rains in the nine levels of Dark Sparrow’s Grave were supposed to be the same, but after Que Shenzi’s enlightenment, each level of rain was endowed with varied degree of Divine Intent of Rain – from shallow to deep and from simple to complex. The valuable thing here wasn’t the Void Spirit Intent, but the process of comprehending the Void Spirit Intent. This rain would be a part of the process.
After experiencing the rainless momentum in the third level, Que Shenzi must have felt lonely and desolate in the fourth level.
Also, he must have stayed in the fourth level for a very long time, probably thousands of years. Otherwise, he would never have such a sense of desolation.
Ning Fan couldn’t help being invaded by the Autumn Rain. Slowly, his heart integrated with the rain. He then heard deeply hidden sighs within it.
“When one is reaching the end of the cultivation path, one is destined to be lonely. All my families and relatives have already passed away… Like the rain, the loneliness doesn’t disperse… Like the autumn, it doesn’t settle down… But without this desolate process, one can never cultivate Dao. The desolate is found not within the rain, but within my heart, and the rain merely mirrors it. This is the Divine Intent of Rain…”
The little girl willed the Immortal Cloud to descend and avoid interrupting Ning Fan from his the enlightenment. He stood upright in the rain silently for a long time.
It was desolation… but it seemed like this implication wasn’t enough to explain Que Shenzi’s path of Dao, and definitely not enough to integrate it into his Divine Intent of Rain!