Chapter 93: Looking Back Is the Shore
ing about all sorts of trivial questions, preventing his mind from settling down. In fact, it was a form of escape.Because he did remember those eyes, knowing the one who saved him...Who is itHe has a...Jiang Wang could hardly be described as someone who looked down on others.
But he always believed in himself.
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No matter what you go through, face whatever comes your way, keep moving forward with conviction.
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In the beginning, when Fu Zhou was sighing over the vast river, he was pulled into the martial world by Mi Zhiben, who had used Heaven's will. Fu Zhou witnessed Mi Zhiben's deceitful power.
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He immediately set about defying heaven.
He doesn't believe that others can do what he can't!
If anyone has succeeded, the path is there. He must be able to walk it.
If you can't do it, it just means he hasn't tried hard enough or done well enough.
Then let's work a little harder and do a little more.
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Now, the monkey knows that this fellow is diving into the profound depths of heaven's dao and laying out a new martial world. He has also set an ambush within this martial world, obstructing his path to enlightenment today.
He also wanted to see clearly how the otter swam and then imitate it.
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What's so great about it
You are the number one player in this game.
I, Jiang Wang, am unprecedented!
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“What is a monkey’s wisdom” The voice of the innocent celestial was tinged with surprise, then he burst into laughter: “That's a very interesting fellow! Hahahahahaha, you are too!”
"I feel the same way now," Jiang Wang said.
"Though we haven't met before, it feels like we've known each other for ages" the murky-water man spoke.
"It's not necessary to have met before when we meet."
Since we seem to be so destined to meet, it's a shame we haven't met sooner. Why don't we go down to the depths of hell together Let's find a beautiful mountaintop and get to know each other slowly! Said the voice of the innocent celestial being.
The deeper into the abyss of misfortune one ventures, the more power He is able to unleash. This Lotus Holy Realm is still too dazzling.
“Let’s do it next time,” Jiang Wang said softly, “I’m in a hurry now.”
"Has anyone here ever had the experience of diving deep into the muddy waters of the Heavenly Dao" asked the man from the polluted waters.
Jiang Wang said clearly, "Just show me the process. I can summarize the experience myself."
That filthy water person whirled two muddy, bead-like eyes in their head, staring at the fiery and ornate Sanmitsu True Furnace for a while: "These demonic intents scattered across the heavens, taking root individually. It's fortunate that you could gather them all within such a short time."
"But it's not difficult either," Jiang Wang said, looking at Him. "Jiang is merely following the blueprint and happens to have a bit of face."
"There are many people in this world who like to brag about having face. When something really happens, they can't even be found." The muddied water man rolled his eyes: "Who gave you this map of seeking a horse"
Jiang Wang shook his head. “I can’t say that.”
The murky water figure looked like an old man with his hands behind his back: "If I could give you this, it wouldn't be anything good. Selling him is upholding justice. You should feel obligated to do so, rather than hesitate and worry."
Jiang Wang was astonished and exclaimed, “Even the wicked of the treacherous sea would dare to raise the banner of justice”
"Your friend is still talking about it, isn't he!" the Scumman grinned. "Today's source of misfortune is yesterday's human sin. The hatred of all realms, the resentment of ages, all tied to humanity. Where do you stand and look from Perhaps we are the ones saving the world"
This kind of topic, once started, never ends. Jiang Wang didn't want to continue, so she changed the subject: "Whether he's good or bad is irrelevant. What matters most is that I am a person who keeps my word."
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The murky water man shook his head: "Unless"
Unless you can give me some more tips on how to dive deep into the Sea of Heavenly Dao. Your methods." Jiang Wang was blunt: "I just remembered, we don't actually have a promise of confidentiality between us."
“Hahahahahahaha! This is the kind of thinking young people should have, you humans are full of hope! Hahaha——” The Murky Water Person laughed again, his laughter abruptly stopping: “I approve of this fair trade.”
Once the words "innocent bystander" were uttered, the deal was done.
Jiang Wang had already seen how Mi Zhiben dove in the Heavenly Dao Abyss, and he also understood the method of how Wu Zui Tianren dove in the Heavenly Dao Abyss. Of course, Wu Zui Tianren also re-acquainted himself with Qi Hèn Mo Jun.
And right in Jiang Wang's palm, within that Samadhi True Furnace, the black book woven from thirteen strands of demonic intent gradually revealed its title. The twisted demonic script seemed to writhe as if trying to climb out of the pages, reading: “Bitter Sea Eternal Descent Demonic Art.”
Boom!
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The sea of karma churns, with waves rising and falling wildly.
The supreme magical art of the past, after being lost for many years, has reappeared.
The scattered and disparate demonic intents from all directions converged, merging with the essence of demon cultivation sunk deep within the Sea of Wickedness. In the process of losing immortality, it was taken over by the first arrogant one in the present world.
Even in a place like the Netherworld, a realm mirroring the darkest aspects of reality, every drop of water released could become a natural disaster. Even here, danger is felt acutely!
Jiang Wang raised his sword and lightly pressed it downward—
All tumultuous waves have subsided, and the patterns of calamity have come to a standstill.
The murky-water man stood on the surface of the water, as smooth as a copper mirror, looking at Jiang Wang: "Although the trade is over. I'm still curious about you."
Jiang Wang held the Sanmei True Furnace, carefully roasting this newly revived demonic technique with true fire. His tone was casual: "I hope your curiosity can remain, that is proof of self-awareness."
The Mogu didn't enter the Demon Realm through contact with the Blood Puppet Demonic Lord, but instead traveled alone through the desolate borderlands and into the Myriad Worlds Burial Ground. This was because he did not trust the Seven Hates Demon Lord very much.
Similarly, he could never truly trust a guiltless heavenly being.
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Everything must be tempered by the Samādhi Fire before we speak of it.
The murky water man laughed, his laugh sending sprays of filth flying: “A little hole dares to teach me a lesson”
Jiang Wang corrected: "It's not a lesson, it's a hope."
The murky water man didn't smile: "What do you know You are just an ephemera!"
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Jiang Wang flipped his hand and put away the Sammitru True Furnace. Looking into the eyes of the filthy water demon, he said seriously: "Today I take your demonic power karma, and I hope to also take away your demonic thoughts. This sea of suffering is vast—"
He turned and walked straight towards the Gate of Red Dust: "Turning back is to reach the other shore."
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In the vast sea of karma, only a solitary figure stands amidst the murky water, bearing the desolate solitude of abandonment.
He stood silently on the water, lowering his head as if to look at himself after an immeasurable number of years. But the murky waters reflected nothing of Him.
Only the relentless churning of karma, repeatedly describing the unknown perils.
"The voice of the innocent sounded colder and crueler: 'You're so confident, do you think you can subdue this demonic art Throughout eternity, I've seen too many so-called prodigies, like you, who thought themselves unique. But in the end, they all succumbed to the demonic arts, nothing different!'
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Jiang Wang took each step forward, every one unwavering: "My path lies within."
“You don't understand at all, how weak you are right now. Your confidence is just a house of cards.” The voice of the Innocent Heavenly Being said: “Of course, at the level of the Cave True Realm, you are indeed strong. But only by truly breaking through the limits of this world can you understand what freedom is. You can't see anything, and you don't feel lost or panicked, you just take big strides forward! This is precisely the expression of ignorance!”
"Are you free now" Jiang Wang only asked.
Perhaps the most unfree transcendence in the world belongs to Ao Shu Yi, burdened by the shackles of her heart. But the Three Evils of Hell are prisoners with literal shackles, physically bound and sealed above.
The voice of the innocent celestial being suddenly erupted in fury: "To live only for a single autumn cicada, to be so arrogant and conceited! You don't even know that there is winter in the world You can't flap your wings high enough to reach seven feet, you can't fly half a mile under the stars. And you have no idea how vast the sky or how profound the earth!"
The Transcenders are Transcenders after all, even those lurking at the bottom of the Sea of Calamity, the Calamity Trio. Though suppressed by the Gate of Red Dust, sealed by generations of powerful figures, suppressed by the Lotus Holy Realm, and worn down by the Ocean of Learning—they still knew about the changes in the world's affairs, fully understanding everything Jiang Wang had experienced and was currently going through.
Jiang Wang fully understood that the realm and perspective of a guiltless celestial being were beyond his comprehension. He knew very well that every word spoken by a guiltless celestial being held profound meaning.
He knew he was but a mayfly of autumn.
But he just walked on: "Perhaps you don't know, this autumn... how brilliant it is!"
Autumn wind swept over the Tiānxíng Cliff.
Whoa!!!
The sounds of instruments were incessant.
Jiang Wang hung his sword and walked on the long stone steps leading up the mountain.
With instruments of stone, one listens to the sounds of Dharma.
Many years ago, there was a person who walked step by step onto the high cliff for the same reason related to magic skills.
Nowadays, it's nothing like the past.
“Where is Master Jiang from”
Zuo Qingru appeared on the steps high above, her eyes gazing over with a complex expression.
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That cry of "Junior Brother Jiang" was one that could never be uttered again.
Today, Jiang Wang died after a long autumn. It is already a legend in history.
As someone who writes history, she particularly understands the weight of notable events in Chinese history and feels a deep sense of regret.
"Senior Sister Zhuo," Jiang Wang smiled politely. "Please trouble you to relay a message, I wish to see Master Wu—"
Zuo Qingru didn't say a word and turned around.
This senior sister's temper is a bit too hasty. Jiang Wang's voice hurried after her: "And Master Han! Grandmaster Gongsun!"
The ruler of Qitian Palace is Han Shentu, the ruler of Jidi Palace is Wu Bingyi, and the ruler of Xingren Palace is Gongsun Buhai.
The supreme leader of the legalists in the world, Guan Yu San Xing Gong, the famous one who is related to "law"!
What great things did Jiang Wang wish to accomplish, to visit three masters of the Legalist school all at once
Zuo Qingru couldn't understand, but she wouldn't waste Jiang Wang's time with her own doubts. She knew that even if she had the answer, there was nothing she could do. The only thing she could do was to spread the word as quickly as possible and facilitate the joint certification of the three great masters of Fa Jia.
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On the side of that ancient stele, a gate suddenly opened. It looked like a gate of steel materialized from laws, strict, orderly, and meticulous.
The rules of the entire world seemed to be collapsing and reforming.
Only Jiang Wang stood there, still as a rock in the rippling water. When the world rejected him, he existed. When the world embraced him, he existed. He existed within himself, not under any label of "other."
Wu Bingyi's voice rang out in the inner chamber: "Master Jiang, please enter."
Jiang Wang raised his foot and stepped in. Before him stood a grand, imposing hall, simple and austere, typical of the legalist style. Three great masters of Legalism stood within the hall.
Wu Bing was on the left, Gongsun Buhai on the right, and Han Shentu in the middle.
Facing this young man whose path was fraught with difficulty, the three Grand Masters did not show any disrespect. Instead, they displayed a rare level of importance. The emperor had three large chairs, yet none of them sat down to wait. They all stood inside the hall to greet him - the etiquette of the Legalists was very strict; generally, only the True Jun of Deriving Dao had the qualifications to be greeted in this manner. A higher level would have involved them going out of the palace to greet him.
Of the three Grand Masters, only Gongsun Buhai, the master of Xingren Palace, was seen by Jiang Wang for the first time.
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This Grandmaster, who bore the title "the negative spike ruler, the rope of the world's lawlessness," had the appearance of a wandering knight. His features were three-dimensional, with strong arms and a wasp-like waist. He possessed an imposing aura but was not arrogant. In terms of temperament alone, he was not as broad as Han Shentou nor as severe as Wu Bingyi.
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To become a master of the Legalist school, one must not only possess ultimate martial prowess and skill that surpasses the limits of this world. They must also demonstrate genuine breakthroughs and insights in the study of Legalism, becoming a true founder who can establish their own unique sect.
Gongsun Buhai's "Proof of the Heavenly Balance," Wu Bingyi's "Three Lectures on Virtue and Law," and Han Shentu's "On Power" were all famous works of their time, classic texts in legal scholarship.
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These three masters' works, Jiang Wang had read more or less. He understood some of them, of course, but he didn't understand many more.
Today he walked into the Palace of Merit, with sincere respect and bowed deeply: "Junior Jiang Wang, learning law to illuminate reason, has gained from the master's writings. Though not brilliant, I have benefited. Today, to meet you is a blessing throughout my life!"
"Gongsun, it seems this remark is directed at you." Han Shentu chuckled. "When Master Jiang met me before, he never said anything like this."
He is probably the only one among the three greatest masters of Legalism who could tell a joke.
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Han Shen Tu lifted him, not accepting his courtesy: “Since you believe that is ‘justice’, then it is not for anyone, and you need not thank me. If you lose, you lose, you won the fight yourself. We are both selfless in this.”
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Gongsun Buhai asked, "Master Jiang, why are you here today"
Jiang Wang also straightforwardly took out the Sanmei True Furnace, showing the three masters the 《Eternal Suffering in the Sea of Hardships and Eternal Devouring of Desire Demon Art》 floating within the furnace: "I wish to cultivate this art at Tianxingya. I hope that the three masters will bear witness!"
It seemed as if the stone chime was resonating again.
Jiang Wang had been collecting demonic intent all along, delving deep into the Sea of Sin, without ever concealing it.
But no one ever expected that he would actually be cultivating this demonic skill!
Could it be that the Human race's first proud descendant, facing the immense pressure of such a great achievement in autumn, chose to become a demon
The three grand masters were all silent at once.
“If you truly intended to fall into demonic ways, you wouldn’t come to the Sanxing Palace. So what is your purpose To accelerate the stripping of immortality and understand it before destroying it Or to dismantle this technique, seize control of the Demon Ancestor's lifeline Are you planning to become a saint by accomplishing great deeds for humanity, riding the tide of human virtue”
Wu Bing's expression had already been serious, now it grew even more so: "If it's for the former, has already been replaced in its position among the Eight Demon Techniques. Its immortality is fading, imprisoning it in the San Xing Palace would suffice; after several years, it will be easily destroyed. If it's for the latter, I urge you to abandon this idea as soon as possible. The strength of the Demon Ancestor is unimaginable, let alone something to be confronted. This is not something you should consider."
Gongsun Buhai, the master of the Palace of Execution, was silently observing the Sanmei True Furnace.
"I'm going to cultivate this demonic art. Of course, I don't want to fall into demonhood, so I came to the San Xing Palace and humbly asked a few great masters to witness this together." Jiang Wang looked at the three masters earnestly and said: "If I fall into demonhood, remember to kill me."
His rationality, his selfhood, his determination. All laid bare.
The three masters of the Legalist school, all at once did not know what to say.
Jiang Wang and Wu Bing were already the most familiar with each other. If they were only to ask a Legalist master to supervise them, asking Wu Bing alone would be enough.
But he had a deep understanding of himself—if he fell into darkness today and followed the path of the *Eternal Suffering Hellfire Demon Technique*, he would inevitably become an extremely powerful demon king.
Even with Wu Bing seated beside him, there was no sign that he could be killed.
It is not that the three palaces of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity gathered together, which is insufficient to determine his death after falling into demonhood!
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