Free Web NovelChapter 1626: Chapter 69: I, Jiang Ning, Attain the Realm of Immortal Today!
Shangyang Inner Scenery.
When Jiang Ning opened his eyes, the scene before him was still familiar and changeless.
Above, ten great suns hung high, continuously emitting warmth.
Behind him lay an endless sea of clouds, swirling and surging.
In front were towering stone pillars and a grand gate, with the two characters "Shangyang" engraved upon it.
He paused there for a moment, waiting briefly, but the figure in red did not appear.
"Indeed, I’ve not been here for a long while, and Senior Sister Shen Yueru has missed me as well." He mused to himself.
Then he lifted his head and stepped forward, as he proceeded, a scene of temporal distortion unfolded before him again.
The area ahead and surroundings metamorphosed between misty clouds and peaceful, solemn Immortal Sect.
At times, it shifted to a scene of architectural decay, toppled stone pillars, and the earth filled with horrific cracks, as though two temporal dimensions overlapped here.
Having visited this place several times as a true disciple of the Shangyang Immortal Sect, he was well acquainted with the paths, advancing along the familiar route.
Soon, he reached the Yang Pool.
The pool’s water shimmered golden, as if a great sun had dispersed, merging within.
It was still completely deserted.
He promptly entered the Yang Pool, remaining quietly for a moment.
Afterwards, he emerged from the pool, silently shaking his head.
Compared to previous changes, he could now sense that the pool’s effects were nearly null for him, or extremely weak and insignificant. Continuing to stay in the pool was utterly pointless.
Then he proceeded along the familiar path to the Lecture Platform.
Each time he arrived at the Shangyang Immortal Sect’s Inner Realm, each visit to the Lecture Platform, he could stimulate the imprints left there, recreating the scenes from then before him, allowing him to experience the teachings of those great beings.
"Hopefully, there will be gains this time!" He thought to himself.
He then found the spot he once used, sat cross-legged, and emptied his Heart Spirit. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Wake up, junior brother! Wake up!" A voice as clear as a yellow warbler sounded in Jiang Ning’s ear.
Hearing the voice, Jiang Ning slowly opened his eyes, then caught sight of the graceful woman beside him.
"Junior brother is quite carefree. Elder Ouyang will soon explain the path of pharmacology here, yet junior brother could fall asleep during his class?" The graceful woman teased Jiang Ning.
Seeing her face, a sense of familiarity surged in his heart, then he suddenly realized, the woman next to him was the same who sat beside him last time.
"Junior brother, which courtyard of disciples are you from? Ever since last we parted, we’ve not met again." Seeing Jiang Ning slightly dazed, the woman inquired once more.
Faced with her puzzled gaze, Jiang Ning didn’t know how to respond.
Though a true disciple of the Shangyang Immortal Sect, he knew little about it.
He hadn’t even heard of which courtyards exist within the Shangyang Immortal Sect.
"Here comes Elder Ouyang; let’s talk later, junior brother!" The woman suddenly silenced herself, gesturing for Jiang Ning to keep quiet.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning looked towards the stage, witnessing a figure slowly approaching.
The newcomer wore a blue robe, had crane-like white hair, carried a green jade ruler, with Pure Qi from plants and trees wafting around them, merely standing there made all disciples sit stiffly and respectfully.
A fragrance of medicine enveloped the room.
Jiang Ning’s Heart Spirit slightly tightened as he looked up.
Elder Ouyang sat down slowly, not speaking immediately.
Yet his gaze seemed to lightly glance over the audience, finally pausing briefly on Jiang Ning, fingers subtly pinching, with a barely noticeable astonishment in his eyes.
"Today, we discuss the path of Life and Death."
Elder Ouyang’s voice was gentle yet clear, words penetrating like a spring striking stone, reaching the hearts of all disciples.
He raised his hand, lightly pointing the jade ruler towards the void.
In an instant, two seedlings spontaneously appeared on either side of the Lecture Platform.
One of them rapidly grew, blossomed, then swiftly faded and wilted to dust.
The other maintained a state of partial decay and vitality, with leaves half yellow, half green, life and death intermingling, forming a peculiar balance.
"All things in heaven and earth undergo birth, aging, illness, and death; this is natural law. Yet, what we pursue in our cultivation is to transcend this law."
Elder Ouyang’s tone was calm, yet seemed to encompass some profound universal truth.
"Decay does not equate to complete destruction. Vitality does not equate to absolute flourishing. They mutually generate and restrain one another, potentially transforming mutually. If you comprehend this truth, even in dire situations, you can find a glimmer of life within desolation, and during peak prosperity, glimpse signs of decline..."
Listening to Elder Ouyang’s discourse, Jiang Ning felt sudden insight.
This was closely aligned with his recent understanding of the path of Life and Death, yet deeper and penetrating.
Just listening, his heart surged with numerous reflections and realizations.
Alongside those insights, he gained numerous reflections on the cycles of seasons.
Seasonal cycles are indeed the reciprocal flow between decay and vitality.
Listening to Elder Ouyang’s discourse, Jiang Ning became enraptured.
Within him, the Qi of Life and Death subtly circulated, resonating mysteriously with the seedlings that were demonstrating Life and Death changes on the Lecture Platform.
The woman beside him sensed something, glanced at him in surprise, noticing Jiang Ning’s half-closed eyes, the aura around him seemed stealthily harmonized with the Dao resonance of the Lecture Platform, though sitting in place, it was as if he were in another dimension, gradually distancing from everyone in the hall.
Elder Ouyang’s surprise deepened, fingers of his hand subtly adjust, jade ruler once more pointed toward the void ahead.
This time, what emerged was not seedlings, but a hazy scene. freёwebnoѵel.com
A Qingyi Daoist sat atop a desolate mountain peak, shrouded in deathly Qi, flesh and bone as dry as withered wood. Yet just as life was about to be completely extinguished, a faint glimmer ignited deep within his Dantian like a spark, reversing death, the withered wood finding spring, massive vitality erupted spontaneously, rejuvenating the near-skeletal body, even surpassing its former state!
