The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 893 - 393: The Path of Absence, Walked Together_2

Chapter 893: Chapter 393: The Path of Absence, Walked Together_2

"Hee hee, I’m coming too!"

Ningtuo and Goldfinch held hands, walking towards the stone pool of days past.

After endless eons, even if the stone pool no longer existed, with Ningtuo’s current strength, she could make it appear again.

At this moment, Qi Yuan closed his eyes.

The Power of the Ten Thousand Paths Martial Gods was deployed at this instant.

The vast Flowing Wind Realm seemed tiny in his eyes.

He even felt that if he punched the Flowing Wind Realm, the world would shatter.

Therefore, he had to search carefully.

"Sometimes being too strong isn’t a good thing."

Qi Yuan marveled at the Qi and Blood Power, conducting a rough search of the entire Flowing Wind Realm for traces of the Door of All Differences.

This kind of search was very cursory.

After all, if he were to search more meticulously, the game’s server would crash.

Time passed second by second, and a look of disappointment was in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

"As expected, I didn’t find it, but that’s okay... I have plenty of time."

The flow of time in the Canglan Realm and the Higher Realm was equivalent, one to one.

A day in the Canglan Realm was about ten years in the Flowing Wind Realm.

There was ample time, and being anxious was of no use.

The Door of All Differences, as one of the most peculiar treasures Qi Yuan had ever seen, couldn’t just be found whenever desired.

It required both luck and time.

Anyway, with the ’Ten Day Ascension’ momentum already established, the Great Oblivion Heart Sutra was constantly affecting the Flowing Wind Realm, which was akin to Qi Yuan searching.

Within the Door of All Differences, Qi Yuan’s Great Oblivion Heart Sutra had left its mark.

As long as the Door of All Differences was still in the Flowing Wind Realm, given enough time, the Stellar Gold Core would find it.

Otherwise, even if the Flowing Wind Realm were destroyed, it probably wouldn’t appear.

Before coming here, Qi Yuan also tried it out, and his left eyebrow twitched.

Therefore, it was certain that his journey to the Flowing Wind Realm would be fruitful.

Why not... just treat it as a vacation.

Qi Yuan got up and walked towards the stone pool.

At that moment, a crisp voice came through.

"Hee hee, you really did sneak a peek back then.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have married you."

Back then, it was by the stone pool that Ningtuo had said, if Qi Yuan peeked, she would marry him when they grew up.

Goldfinch was deducing the past events based on the outcome.

"Don’t frame me, I’m an honest gentleman."

Qi Yuan looked over.

On the bluestone, Goldfinch’s long dress was interwoven with blue and orange, the blue satin embroidered with flowers and birds, while the bowknot on the orange belt at her waist was wet from the water, just like a butterfly drenched in rain.

She lifted her skirt, her delicate white legs swinging, her bare tender feet like young lotus roots, her small and exquisite toes as beautiful as art pieces, glistening and petite, ready to be played with in one’s palm.

In the pool, Ningtuo in a black dress was soaked entirely in the water, and through the clear pool water, her demeanor was cold and beautiful, her excessively pale skin contrasting with the black stockings, which hugged her feet, her cute toes close together.

One looked as cute as a cherry, the other as cool as a snow pear.

Looking at these two, or rather one person, Qi Yuan’s expression was tender: "There’s still plenty of time, I’ll accompany you to walk through... the paths I haven’t walked with you."

From Goldfinch to Ningtuo, throughout the countless years between, Qi Yuan had missed too much.

Especially after the Ten Thousand Demons Gate, when Goldfinch became a demoness, she, who was so vain yet treated as an oddity, had experiences one could imagine.

"Humph, there’s so much more to walk then!" Goldfinch turned away, unable to suppress the joy on her face.

From the water, Ningtuo extended her slender jade hand: "Let’s start from here."

The fate between Ningtuo and Qi Yuan had begun here.

With a splash, water flew in all directions.

"Hey, this water is really cold, I didn’t want to get in!" Goldfinch muttered, even though she said this, she still embraced Qi Yuan, her eyes filled with deep affection.

At that moment, Qi Yuan’s hand captured Goldfinch’s delicate and petite feet, his eyes showing a hint of curiosity: "Why hasn’t it been rumored that a certain lady has a foot fetish?"

Could it be because male feet just don’t cut it?

Qi Yuan pondered aimlessly.

"Gross!" Goldfinch’s pretty face turned red, "Ningtuo, help me, stomp on him!"

...

"Save me, Master, save me."

"I’m so miserable!"

"I’m going to die!"

"They’re too cruel, how can they be so cruel!"

In the room, Ling Yayi felt like crying but had no tears, wailing like a banshee.

Buddha Master Wuguang looked at Ling Yayi, his eyes calm, "If he’s still alive and can come to save you, everything can end."

"Hey, Buddha Master Wuguang, you’re inhuman, who bullies people like this!

I said, I don’t want to be a monk, and I don’t want to attend any Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference!"

Anger simmered in the heart of little old Ling Yayi.

It was bad enough being captured by Buddha Master Wuguang.

But for him to actually try to turn him into a monk was something he naturally disagreed with.

As a result, Buddha Master Wuguang didn’t care at all what he thought and "tortured" him every day, claiming his desires were too deep and had to be resolved somehow.

This form of resolution was spiritual torture.

First, they used Dao methods to magnify Ling Yayi’s desires by several times, even tenfold.

Then, all kinds of delicacies, sultry fox women dancing spicy dances, and magic treasures were paraded beside him.

Yet he could only look, not touch, not take, not eat.

How could Ling Yayi not be furious.

This torture was exhausting, almost like working a glue mixer twelve times in one night.

Why so specific, one couldn’t say.

"You possess the Power of Reincarnation and have a predestined connection with Buddha. You should become a Buddha Lord.

This time, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference is convened, and you, representing Tanke Sacred Land, must strive to win the championship," Buddha Master Wuguang said indifferently, "You have too many desires. If you do not cleanse them diligently, even with the Power of Reincarnation, it will be difficult to rank among the top ten."

"Who asks for help like this!" Ling Yayi wailed in agony.

Too cruel.

There are bad people in the Higher Realm!

Who puts people through such tests!

This isn’t severe torture!

If it was severe torture, he might have already confessed!

"Isn’t it enough that I’m representing you in the conference? Can’t you stop torturing me, please?"

"This is not torture, but the cleansing of desires.

Pity that you are not the Blood Master.

If it were him, he might not need cleansing and could become the Buddha Lord!"

The Power of Reincarnation in the Thirteen Demons of the North likely had an inseparable connection with the Blood Master.

The Blood Master must also have an even purer Power of Reincarnation.

From a few words in ancient texts, Buddha Master Wuguang had glimpsed that the Blood Master was a truly amazing Heaven Pride.

Unlike Ling Yayi, whose desires were too many and too mottled.

"Ha, you’re wrong there, my master is much more ruthless than I.

He kills without blinking an eye, his long robe soaked red!

Why do you think he was called the Blood Master, if not for killing too many people?

And he could become a Buddha Lord?" Ling Yayi laughed.

Since his old master wasn’t here, it didn’t hurt to make a few fabrications to satisfy himself.

"He has slaughtered a million, but it is not living beings that he has killed, but the stray thoughts in his heart.

Isn’t such a Heaven Pride fit to be a Buddha Lord?" Buddha Master Wuguang’s voice was full of Buddhist nature.

Ling Yayi was stunned, his mouth twitching, "So my desires are too many because I’ve killed too few people?"

Buddha Master Wuguang shook his head, "If you kill too many, you’ll become a devil.

After laying down the butcher’s knife, the soul will fade away, and the body can serve as Buddha Sect’s protector Vajra."

"...So whether I kill too much or too little, I’m wrong, right!" Ling Yayi was completely speechless, "Also, isn’t it ’lay down the butcher’s knife, and you shall become Buddha instantly,’ then how come my body has to become a protector Vajra?"

"If becoming a Buddha were so easy, I fear Buddha Nation would be filled with slaughter," Buddha Master Wuguang said with calmness tinged with a touch of helplessness.

"Hey, if my senior brothers were taken by you people from the Higher Realm, what kind of treatment would they receive?" Ling Yayi asked cautiously.

"You, who have the Power of Reincarnation, could be Buddha Masters, and generally, there wouldn’t be much danger.

Moreover, you are... Bai Ze’s junior brothers. Inside Buddha Nation, it is unlikely anyone would do anything to you.

But... everything has its cause and effect, anything is possible," said Buddha Master Wuguang in response.

Buddha Nation wasn’t all peace and harmony either.

Otherwise, Buddha Nation wouldn’t have fought each other so much over the years to seize the orthodoxy.

The opportunity to vie for the orthodoxy emerged this time in the Flowing Wind Realm.

Therefore, Buddha Masters from all the sacred lands of Buddha Nation have entered the Flowing Wind Realm.

Buddha Master Wuguang naturally hoped that Buddha Nation could unify and cease the conflicts.

But... is it really that easy to unify?

"I hope they’re alright," sighed Ling Yayi, "This feeling... really isn’t good."

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