Chapter 543: Wet, Rainy

Li Changxiao walked on a long road without a purpose, recalling his feelings and enlightenment in his heart, and the barrier of refining emptiness seemed to be right in front of him. ♦♦  ♦♦

The dark and solemn bricks and tiles were piled high, tightly fitting together, reaching the sky.

He had hundreds of methods of refining emptiness in his mind, some of which were even as good as the breakthrough methods such as "Ten Divine Essences", but he had to walk on his own for this step, so he walked very slowly.

When Yuanying entered the spirit transformation, it was thousands of troops breaking through the city gate. Now, when the spirit transformation entered the refining emptiness, it was a single person crossing the high wall and crossing the natural chasm.

It seems that as the spiritual energy is exhausted, the gap between realms becomes smaller, but the barriers between realms become thicker. The road against the sky is full of ups and downs, thorns, and each step is more difficult than the next. From Nascent Soul to God Transformation, the Ten Divine Essences showed their power and broke through the "City Gate" in one fell swoop. Now, he has come to the front of the natural moat called "Lianxu". However, looking around, the natural moat is surging, boundless, and endless, just like the road under his feet, which is white and has no end in sight, and he doesn't know where to go.

In the blink of an eye, the natural moat has built a dark high wall again. There is no end to the top and bottom, and no clear boundaries to the left and right, as if it is the end of everything.

Crossing the high wall and crossing the natural moat, how difficult it is.

When he came here, he sighed for the first person to arrive here.

There is no precedent, I am afraid you will think that this is the end of the road, right?

Li Changxiao can only walk slowly. He knows everything, but he doesn't know how to take that step. He has enough insights. Although it seems that it has only been a few decades since the last time he came out of seclusion, it has been decades since the spiritual energy was exhausted. Fire Land, Dayu, Dream God, and so on, all contributed to his path, accumulated a lot, and in terms of perception... he has already arrived.

But it seems that he has not arrived.

Li Changxiao stopped, the dark high wall and the tiny white clothes, so vivid, so desperate, so he still has to go.

The way is under his feet, and only under his feet.

Seeking change for 512 years.

Li Changxiao walked in the bleak autumn wind, bored, and heard that there was a kind of fish in a lake that was extremely difficult to catch, so he made a fishing rod and sat on the shore of the lake.

He fished from autumn to summer, but still didn't catch it. Finally, he left with a curse. He had just walked three or two steps, but saw a thirteen-year-old child, took a line with a hook, threw it into the water, waited for an incense stick of time, and pulled it hard.

The fish was hooked, and the child laughed happily. Li Changxiao gritted his teeth, sat back in his original position, connected the fishing rod that had just been broken, and planned to try again.

Fishing from summer to spring, the three-year-old boy has grown to four years old, and has grown a lot taller. He no longer fishes, but goes into the water to catch fish.

He caught a few and brought them back for his parents for dinner. When he passed by the strange fisherman who was unshakable, he secretly threw a fish he had caught into the other's wooden barrel filled with water.

With a splash.

The bucket that had been dry for a long time finally had a living creature. It was only two feet long, but it also added a bit of liveliness. The fish splashed and the water splashed. Li Changxiao looked at the boy's back as he left, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was he...being given alms?

Well...

Let's grill fish tonight.

After seeking change for 514 years, Li Changxiao finally admitted that he couldn't catch the fish, and he had something he couldn't get, so he simply stopped forcing it and left.

Not long after, the boy came to the lake again and saw the fisherman sitting there. He didn't know when he had left. He felt a little melancholy, but was soon covered by the joy of catching a fish.

"Xiao Jiang'er, your father's legs are healed!"

The child was tumbling in the water, and half of the boys from the same village ran over happily in the distance.

It turned out that...

The fishing boy was named Xiao Jiang'er. He had a disabled old father at home. He went fishing at a young age just to get some food.

"Really? My father is healed?" The child climbed ashore and looked at the person excitedly.

"Really, really! Your mother was so happy that she cried!"

"How did he get better? I remember that I didn't have money to hire a doctor."

"It seemed like... with a gulp, he suddenly got better. Oh, who cares, it's better."

...

Seeking change for 516 years.

Even though Li Chang smiled and looked at the subtle details, swimming in the dust, he gradually felt that the general situation in the world had changed. This year, at the turn of summer and autumn, there was a sudden thunderstorm in the sky, and earthquakes of varying degrees occurred in various places.

The river water boiled, the sky collapsed, and the ground turned over. It lasted for an unknown period of time, and the people lived in panic. Li Changxiao woke up from his sleep, looked up at the sky, and frowned.

In the higher place where he couldn't see, a war was breaking out. The last time it happened was before the Reform Era, when he met Zhao Qing...

It was the fragment of the Heavenly Dao that fell.

The top masters in the world rushed to grab it. It was said that it was a top battle, mysterious and unfathomable. Being outside the game, you can't understand it clearly. Sometimes a word, a raised hand, a frown, is where the war is, where the danger is.

When it starts and when it ends, it is hard to predict.

The sky is dark and the earth is heavy.

This situation lasted for half a month before it gradually returned to clarity. Li Changxiao sat in the well and watched the sky. Although the terrifying power gradually disappeared, the war may not have stopped.

...

Seeking change for 519 years.

Another year of the Ten Thousand Immortals Summit is approaching. This year's conference is very special. Many masters who did not show up seem to have received inspiration and went to the meeting.

The meeting was lively, discussing world affairs, and those at the forefront of reform were also eligible to participate. Li Changxiao did not go, because he was walking and stopping, and he didn't know where he was going, and he would not be able to catch up if he went again.

Seeking change for 520 years.

Li Changxiao met an old man, who was over 200 years old and died of old age. His death... seemed to have torn open a corner of the cruel and helpless truth.

Since then, people who tried to prolong their lives by reforming the law have died of old age.

This year, in the autumn, Li Changxiao moved into a manor. The old man in the manor was a Yuanying cultivator. After learning that Li Changxiao was a cultivator, he got up from his sickbed, took his hand, and told him about cultivation, with endless memories.

Among his brothers, he was already considered long-lived, but he still couldn't escape the disaster of longevity. He still couldn't get over it and couldn't stand it. With such a talent, he finally died on his sickbed.

Li Changxiao left the next day, and three days after he left, the old man also took his last breath.

It rained heavily in the sky.

A lady from a noble family went out to play. Seeing that it rained suddenly, she cursed and spoiled her mood, held up an oil-paper umbrella, and rolled up her skirt. A young man raised his hand and covered his hair with his wide sleeves. A scholar who was going to take an exam took off his bamboo box and held it in his arms. Some merchants closed the curtains and asked the coachmen to find a place to park the carriages...

All kinds of people, but all were wet.

Li Changxiao stopped, paused, and lowered his head.

Another inconspicuous ant was drowned in the puddle under his feet.

(My wrist hurts a little, and I don’t have much saved. I may have to write less in the next few daysヾ(๑╹ヮ╹๑)ﾉ”)