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Chapter 934 The Path is Gradually Underneath

The moment reality shone into his thoughts, his mind collapsed, his will became unstable, the raging energy and blood in his body lost its restraint and became completely chaotic. His heart meridian could not withstand such a huge amount of energy and blood, and was torn open. A mouthful of blood spurted out of the tall figure's mouth, his knees softened, and he fell to the ground.

Life force was fading away rapidly, and it seemed that he was about to die.

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain, the sound of a landslide suddenly sounded, followed by the sound of surging water like thunder, echoing throughout the sky.

The barrier lake collapsed, and the road was open. The young man murmured

Chang Qing glanced at the patriarch, whose head drooped, and retracted the formation. The pungent smell of blood blew in with the evening breeze, making people shiver unconsciously. He patted the only one left, Old Nine, and said, "My name is Liu Jiakai. You are welcome to come and seek revenge..."

I got a lot of cold stares from behind.

After saying that, he led everyone down the mountain.

Only a limp old man and a kneeling figure remained on the mountaintop. Lao Jiu stepped forward with tears in his eyes and said, "Boss, I'm sorry, I..."

The tribe leader, who was only breathing his last, saw the figures of the people descending the mountain and suddenly realized something. He used up his last bit of strength and said, "Old Nine... This is our fate... Don't seek revenge, just survive..."

The head drooped limply, the body lost its last bit of strength, and the muscles suddenly relaxed.

“…” Lao Jiu knelt in a pool of blood, looking around with a numb expression, but tears couldn’t help but flow.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, the rain had completely become sparse and showed signs of stopping. Perhaps because of the exaggerated narration by the Great Martial Emperor, the caravan members looked at the few of them as if they were avoiding the plague god and stayed away from them.

The young man, however, was not afraid at all. He invited several people into the carriage and made hot tea to keep them warm.

After a conversation, I learned that the young man's name was Sun Ming'en, and he was a buyer from a mortal town. He had just reached the age of twenty, but he had such a huge fortune at such a young age, which could be considered a hero in his youth.

The young man carefully inquired about the whereabouts of several people and could not help but be pleasantly surprised: "Isn't this a coincidence? The town we are in is under the jurisdiction of Xianwu City. It's only a few dozen miles away. Perhaps I can travel with you for a long time."

The young man's joy was beyond words, and he seemed to have no other thoughts. However, Chang Qing saw that he could organize such a large caravan, so he thought that he must be no simple person, and he couldn't help but be a little cautious.

"That's fine. Thank you for your help, brother." Chang Qing saw that Yun Qinghan and the others were really tired, so he did not refuse.

The sky gradually brightened. After dozing for two hours, the few people obviously came to their senses and got off the carriage. The dazzling sunlight made them squint their eyes for the first time in a long time, but when their eyes fell on the hill ahead, their obvious interest was quickly suppressed.

Even Changqing himself felt as if it was a big dream, and it was difficult to tell whether it was reality or illusion.

Zhong Baixuan, Ling Yu, Yun Qinghan, and Jie Xinyu sat together and started a small-scale discussion about the right and wrong of the practices on the mountain.

At first, Zhong Baixuan thought that Zilinyuan should be in charge of it, and their actions were considered to be overstepping the boundaries.

Yun Qinghan attaches great importance to the gap between cultivators and ordinary people, and discusses the obvious differences between them.

Ling Yu believes that those who have eaten human flesh and enjoyed eating humans can no longer be called human beings.

Jie Xinyu is weighing sins and causes and effects, and exploring the crimes of these people.

Changqing listened quietly. Each of them had his own opinion on an issue and kept arguing with each other.

Changqing leaned quietly against a tree beside him, looking like he was regulating his breathing with his eyes closed, but earth-shaking changes were taking place in his Qi Sea. On top of the Yin and Yang fish, the Yang fish had to bear obviously a little more weight. He actually gained a good karma by doing this. Changqing was surprised. It seemed that the evil deeds done by this tribe were not as simple as what he saw before his eyes. One good deed was worth tens of thousands of bad consequences.

The two invisible existences of good cause and evil result are like the positive and negative poles of a magnet. They want to merge but have no spiritual power to drive them, so they can only look at each other from afar. Changqing can feel that the conditions for the formation of a law have been met.

He exited the inner vision, closed his senses, and looked at the four people arguing fiercely. His mind moved slightly, and he quietly mobilized his spiritual power, tightening the seal on their arms a little more, making them unable to even do inner vision. As for him, this matter was beneficial to them, and it could be considered that Changqing had broken the rules.

Near noon, the rumbling sound of water finally subsided, and a muddy dirt road full of houses and debris appeared, indicating that it was time to set off.

On the donkey, the four were still arguing, and there were signs of conflict.

Using formations to attack mortals is neither wrong nor unreasonable. If reported to Zilinyuan, it's clear they don't care about mortals. The flash floods lasted for days, and no help arrived, which is a clear indicator of the problem. Under such circumstances, who knows how many passing merchants have been harmed. However, since they are not from Zilinyuan, it's unreasonable to report this to Zilinyuan territory without prior notice.

Mountain spirits, even the most humble dust demons can go against their nature, abide by the virtues in their hearts, and protect one side; human beings, they look kind on the surface, but are actually full of meanness in their hearts. To achieve their goals, they will not hesitate to offend the root of their nature, showing the horror of the human heart; immortals, their eyes have traveled all over the world, but it is difficult for them to go deep into it and feel it personally. They have tremendous strength in their bodies, but they can only see the surface of the world. The way you look at the world, the world will also look at you through your eyes, so looking at the world is like looking at yourself. What you gain from enlightenment and cultivation in the mortal world is nothing more than this, limited by yourself and controlled by yourself.

As mortals, they regard their fellow creatures as pigs and dogs, and slaughter them wantonly for the sake of food. They can be called human demons, which are intolerable to the way of heaven. The whole world should punish them and they should be destroyed. All those who discover this should take action for the sake of justice, whether they are immortals or mortals, and they should do everything they can to eliminate demons and defend justice.

Nothing lasts forever. The sins hidden deep within their hearts are passed down through generations, believing they will never be discovered. They mistake a lucky break for eternity, their sins becoming karma. Ultimately, they cannot escape the discernment of Heaven. Those destined to suffer will inevitably be punished, and their punishment will be as severe as their endurance. Heart-wrenching, their every desire shattered. They personally destroy everything they desire. What could be more heartbreaking than this? Fate is truly strange.

On the donkey's back, Changqing remained silent, listening to the others digest their experiences along the way. He felt the dramatic change in their breathing, and a look of relief crossed his lips: "Experiencing the impermanence of life, one gains enlightenment and reflection on oneself. Knowing that the path is gradually unfolding beneath one's feet, with perseverance, success is not far away."

While all four gained something, Changqing himself was lost. Was there truly an invisible hand controlling his fate? Was everything determined by destiny? Recalling his past life, was what he had learned also a predetermined destiny? He observed everything from an outsider's perspective, yet he acted as an insider would. Fate pushed him forward, yet he didn't resent it; he actually relished it.

He exhaled a breath and slowly opened his eyes. The four of them had stopped talking at some point. Like him, they all sat cross-legged with their eyes closed on a vacated cart. Five donkeys were slowly following behind the team.

When did you get on the carriage?

Chang Qing didn't even know when they got on the bus. He looked at the sky and the surrounding trees and felt something was wrong. He did some calculations and was surprised to find that half a month had already passed!