The lives in the sea of fire did not struggle for a long time. They were turned into ashes at a clear speed, spread among the mountains and fields, and sprinkled into the water of the river of forgetfulness.
Yun Qing concentrated and closed her eyes, clearly feeling the demise of each living being. When a practitioner is alive, he cultivates and enters the Tao, and he has the seeds of the Tao in his heart. After death, everything he comprehends from the Tao of Heaven will be returned to the Tao of Heaven. This is the same as falling leaves returning to their roots, influenced by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, it cannot be changed or defied.
But Heaven can be deceived.
Yun Qing saw the spirits of those practitioners, they were small and weak, floating up and down in the vast world, without support. After the destruction of the physical body, the spirit will still exist for a period of time, very short, and then disappear at once, as if it never existed. The way these dao species disappeared reminded Yun Qing of the gods a hundred thousand years ago. Rather than saying that they were erased from this world without warning, it would be better to say that a drop of water fell into the sea.
The Dao of Heaven and Earth is everywhere, and these Dao seeds come out of the body of the practitioner, and then return to the invisible Dao. Those lost orthodoxy have taken too much from the Dao of Heaven, and when they tried to go deeper, they were punished by the Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth.
Yun Qing raised her hand, and the massacre made everything about Shattering the Demon Sect closely related to her, and she saw the inseparable cause and effect between these spirits.
There seems to be an invisible big net on the ground. Practitioners and practitioners are causally related to each other, and the mountains, rocks, vegetation and practitioners living here are also causally related. Heaven, earth and people are closely connected, and Dao covers every part of this world. Looking at it this way, those spirits are like moths trapped in a spider's web. The physical body turned into fly ash, and the spiritual light suddenly became cloudy, and the transparent seeds disappeared along the connection between the practitioner and the way of heaven.
The breath of the sea of fire became more and more obscure, and Qi Ji flew up, looking down with some unease.
"What's wrong?" Zheting followed her and flew to a high place.
"Not too much, that's not the Great Sun Heitian Demon Flame." Qi Ji glanced at the valley, "It's very strange."
Zheting's understanding of Liudao Yan Mozong was very limited, and he comforted: "It's nothing, the venerable took action himself, so it shouldn't be a big problem."
It's common to practice new spells after joining the Tao, but Qi Ji still feels that something is wrong with those magic fires. It doesn't seem to be ignited for killing people, but more like being ignited for protecting something.
Qi Ji asked uneasily: "The venerable has personally acted, so should we go to the South China Sea first?"
Zheting frowned and said: "You go first, Venerable Yi Xin and I will trap Zhu Wuxia first."
"Aren't you going to kill me?" Qi Ji was a little surprised.
Zheting was a little distressed: "Her Majesty didn't give an order... probably I should compromise with Lord Saint."
Yi Xin's figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, he stroked his beard and said, "Quickly set up the formation, we have to stabilize this side after His Holiness leaves."
Zheting nodded in agreement, and flew with him to the place where Zhu Wuxia was trapped by Gou Mang. Qi Ji didn't turn around to go to the South China Sea, but stayed where she was for a while, as if she wanted to figure out what the mystery of the flame was.
Yun Qing felt that her spirit had reached its limit, and all the causes and effects in this sea of fire were so clearly presented in front of her. This is the first time she has attempted such a precise calculation after losing the Heavenly Book. The life of every practitioner flashed in her mind, and no trace of cause and effect escaped her investigation. The whole world was presented in front of her in a completely different way. They lost their original outlines and completely fell into the infinite and vast Dao of Heaven.
The spirituality of those ascetics struggled to get out of the flesh, and the Dao Seed was engulfed by extremely complicated cause and effect, and then submerged in the Dao of Heaven in an instant.
Yun Qing got rid of all distracting thoughts, and there was nothing in her heart. The bright appearance became clearer and clearer, and the karma and retribution were gradually sorted out. There are invisible thin threads in her hands weaving into a net, cutting into those complicated causes and effects at a delicate angle, and directly connecting every bit of aura with herself.
Establishing cause and effect, this is what Yun Qing has done many times. To put it bluntly, it is to make a thing that has nothing to do with her become related to her. But the cause and effect established in the past are very simple, as long as there is a relationship, there is no need to care about what kind of relationship it is, how deep the relationship is, use the most direct method to connect her with what she is looking for, that's all.
She is trying to build up countless causes and effects that can deceive Heaven.
This kind of karma cannot be abrupt, because every aura itself contains countless kinds of karma and retribution. If it is forcibly established as before, it will easily destroy the original karma. When the original cause and effect is destroyed, Tiandao will begin to notice this abnormality, and it will generate more cause and effect to round back the destroyed part.
When these thin threads connected every dead disciple of the Shattered Heavenly Demon Sect with Yun Qing, they no longer disappeared.
Life and death in the sea of fire have come to a standstill, and Yun Qing carefully maintains this balance, she dare not make a move in the ever-changing cause and effect.
Those spirits began to become muddy, and in the end only the purest dao seed was left, and the dao seed that should have been returned to the heavenly dao unexpectedly fell into Yun Qing's hands along the thin thread.
The method used by the magician to retrieve the inheritance of the Yellow Emperor from Zheng Zhenzhen's body is similar. After the practitioner dies, the inheritance is returned to the sky. As long as he rearranges the cause and effect on the body, it can make it look like it is alive. —At least it is alive for Tiandao. The same is true for the Dao seeds, after the spirit dissipates, the Dao seeds return to the Heavenly Dao, as long as Yun Qing manages to rearrange all the causes and effects, these Dao seeds can stay in the world.
It's just staying.
Yun Qing dispersed the sea of flames, and countless invisible Dao seeds gathered in her palm. It was kneaded into a round shape, a bit like a raindrop, and a bit like... a fruit.
"...What's that?" Qi Ji flew to her side at some point, and asked suddenly, "You seem to have taken something from the dead."
It was only at this time that Yun Qing saw Qi Ji. Just now, she almost put her whole body and mind into the calculation of the secrets, completely ignoring what happened outside.
"It's nothing." Yun Qing rubbed the center of her brows wearily, her hands stretched out flat, motionless like a stone statue.
Qi Ji still didn't seem to believe it: "I feel that many things are different, but I can't tell where."
Of course, the cause and effect of tampering cannot be discovered by the world, and every bit of them must be perfect and flawless, as if this world is what it is.
"It's nothing." Yun Qing was struggling to maintain the existence of these Dao species, and she didn't even want to say anything.
But Qi Ji still seems to be entangled in this issue.
Yun Qing took the first step and said: "Let's go to the South China Sea first, I will come right away."
Then she disappeared in place before Qi Ji asked her to stay.
When he reappeared in front of his eyes was the dim Temple of the Underworld, the lines on the magic map emitted a faint light, and the water curtain on the dome of the temple flowed down, and the light reflected misty colors. Every magic pattern is changing, some are very subtle and slow, while others are extremely intense, so it looks like the Temple of the Underworld is wriggling.
After Yun Qing turned around, she almost lost her footing. It took her a while to calm down and calm down.
"Are you still alive?" Her soft voice echoed in the empty temple, Yun Qing walked a little towards the center of the temple, and finally found the demon saint under the huge colonnade.
With one hand propped on the pillar, he bent down to touch the densely packed magic patterns, and replied with a smile, "Of course he is alive."
Yun Qing directly threw the Dao Seed in his hand to him: "Here, there are still some in Nanhai."
The demon saint didn't reach out to pick it up, and the Dao Seed disappeared as soon as it touched him. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, straightened up and said to Yun Qing: "Go and come back quickly."
Yun Qing sat down on the ground and began to adjust her breath. She said in a flat tone, "I'm too tired."
The sage of the magic way didn't urge any more, just looked at these magic lines carefully, his fingertips wiped each place, with a hint of nostalgia.
"It's okay, I'm fine."
Yun Qing chuckled: "Yeah, it's very good, even Qian Yuan stepped on the holy throne with half of his foot."
Only then did the sage of the magic way look away from the magic pattern, he looked at Yun Qing helplessly and said, "How can you blame me? He forcibly ascended to the holy throne, no matter how you look at it, I am at a disadvantage, right?"
"Fortunately, he fell early..." Yun Qing's smile was slightly restrained, and his expression was a little dignified, "It's too dangerous to accumulate too much Dao Fruit."
The demon saint smiled indifferently: "Actually, it's nothing, if there is too much, just let it go from me."
"The consequence of self-destruction of the Dao Fruit is to let me find you a Dao Seed." Yun Qing frowned, as if he didn't agree with the words of the Demon Saint, "You should stop sending Yuan at that time, the matter of Dao Fruit is very important. If the saint falls, Mo Dao will not be able to play this game of chess."
"I know." The demon sage tilted his head to look at her, folded his hands, "If he doesn't die, then he won't die, and you will directly enter the Temple of the Underworld to take power. And then? He will complain for the rest of his life. Mine, will remember that I snatched a good apprentice from him."
"..." Yun Qing fell silent, not knowing whether to meditate or what.
"I'm very sad, I always want someone to take a look at the position where I'm standing." The magician sage smiled, and the silver jewelry in his hand was bloody from the inside out, "I'm trying my best to die. To be alive... this holy position is really too hopeless."