Chapter 10: The Benevolent Pause
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The demonic tide that once swept across the world has also receded like a tide.
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The Blessed One walked barefoot on the land, where wounds of suffering had once been. Time has cleansed all traces.
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Ancient demon lairs scattered across the land, once shone like celestial demon altars illuminating the demon realm, almost as if easier to manifest Heaven's Mandate.
In the end, they all became ordinary abandoned grottoes, housing the lonely wind for millions of years, or perhaps providing a place for adventurers seeking knowledge of history.
Actually, there is usually no "danger" to speak of.
Or, these ancient devil's lairs' "dangers" are mostly unrelated to demons.
When Jiang Wang met the Seven Hatreds Demon Lord, it was an accident that wouldn't happen in millions of adventures by heroes and heroines.
In this day and age, besides the remote wilds, where would demons dare to show themselves
The Abyss was a passageway for demons to enter the mortal realm in ancient times, but it has long since been sealed. If we compare the barrier between the worlds to a wall, the Abyss is at most just a slightly weaker section of that wall.
At the border wilds, lies the contested city gate where both sides constantly throw in troops and clash.
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Even a terrifying being like the Seven Hates Demon Monarch wouldn't dare to invest too much power beyond the desolate border.
It was Jiang Wang's active summoning into the mortal realm that awakened his connection with the true demon, Song Wanxi. Their connection was that of a blood puppet and its master, running deep within the marrow, intertwining cause and effect.
It was only when the Seven Hates Demon Lord happened to glance over that he noticed the connection forming. From afar, he exerted his power and unleashed the Seven Hates Demon Technique, hoping to choose a successor for his own magic technique.
The demonic ape's form descends upon this place, moving slowly among the jagged rocks.
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Once brought here against my will, life and death were no longer in my control. Now returning to this cave, the demonic ape covered in black qi, seems like the master of this place, its demonic power overwhelming everything, not just now.
Over the years, little has changed about the grottoes themselves, save for the people who come and go.
As time passed, Jiang Wang naturally wouldn't think he could find any useful clues in this ancient demon's lair. Back then, all parties united, with a total of eight real people searching this area thoroughly, but they didn't find any trace in the end.
Even if he were to stand at the pinnacle of enlightenment today, he wouldn't consider himself more perceptive than those true humans.
All he possessed within this stone cavern was a blood pact that had long gone unanswered, and a true demon lost in the desolate cemetery of the myriad worlds.
Obtained from a cave in the depths of the Qingjiang River and recalled from a cave in the Wu Yan Mountains, there has been no further contact between the two realms since then.
The ferocious gaze of the demonic ape swept slowly across the cave, finally stopping on the huge rock where Jiang Wang, who was once in the Inner Palace Realm, had sat.
After the Yellow River won the championship, it was a time when demons ran rampant throughout the land.
Before he reached the age of 20, Jiang Wang had overcome immense hardships and climbed to the peak of success. But then, just as suddenly, he plummeted to the bottom.
At that time, the nineteen-year-old youth was stuck there. He couldn't leave, and wasn't allowed to practice. All he could do was lie down and stare at the ceiling... What was he thinking about
The demon ape sat down heavily on it.
Overwhelmed by unexplainable emotions.
Compared to the so-called giant stone of a nineteen-year-old human body, Jing Wang's, under the towering demon ape dharma form, it was merely a small stone seat.
The Demon Ape's fangs retracted slightly, its fierce glare vanished, replaced by a trace of compassion in its angry gaze. With both palms, he formed two seals: one called "Calm the Heart" and the other "Still the Spirit". Then, he brought the two seals together, like two mountains pushing against each other, forming a rift.
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Within my palms, there lies a well like a mirror, connecting to the unknown shore.
That is the boundless sea of the subconscious, stretching towards the distant universe.
The ape's eyes instantly turned blood red. Its gaze, like a heavenly pillar stirring the sea, sent ripples through the air. Its divine sense reached out far and wide, as if lost in another realm.
This was a top-tier immortal who had recently approached the Heavenly Dao but turned back. In this world, where the barrier between realms was relatively weak, and at the entrance to the former demonic tide, he called out with such immense power for the first time, summoning the "truth" that was lost beyond this world!
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"True," as it is called, is the unyielding principle. It is the "self" that all heavens and myriad worlds would acknowledge.
Yin Yang's duality can, in a single thought, build the bridge of three realms, connecting the true paths of Yin and Yang.
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Both humans and true demons are stars that spread brilliance throughout the cosmos.
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Able to pursue the blood pact, pushing the faint connection into a solid echo.
By now, a true demon is no longer an indispensable force for Jiang Wang. He seeks Song Wanxi to delve into the clues about Bai Gu Zun Shen from back then, and also to find out why Qi Hèn Mo Jun inflicted the Tribulation of Inquiry upon him at that time.
The weak have no right to seek answers. When danger arises, escaping is already a blessing.
So, we have to get stronger.
To walk farther and stronger on the path you choose. Stick to your principles, ask your own heart, and then ask why.
Therefore, until today, there has been this one time to pay attention.
The demon ape's mind seemed to drift to the infinite distance, like a solitary speck of dust in the vast universe, waiting for the response of another speck.
A long time passed.
Team Jiang An'an, who journeyed to the other side of the Wuyu Mountain Range, has successfully reached their destination for this exploration - a subterranean river called "Shentàixī" located deep within the "Thousand Eyes Grotto."
Apart from the time when she was captured by Zhao Xuanyang, Jiang Wang had also once secluded herself in the Wuyu Mountain Range for half a year, but during that time, she remained silent in a cave and did not explore the surrounding area. She knew less about the various legends of the Wuyu Mountain Range than her well-read sister, Jiang An'an.
This "Thousand Eyes Grotto" is the largest grotto in the Wu Yan Mountain Range. Its paths are winding and complex, with many branching caves leading to unknown places. It's impossible to explore it all, hence its name, "Thousand Eyes."
Most people here can't find their way around at all.
As for the "Benevolent Sigh" River, it is an extremely dangerous underground river within the Thousand Eyes Grotto. It is deep and fathomless, vast and boundless.
Coming down from the "Dōngmíng Kū" (Cave of Darkness), the most explored cavern in Qiānyǎn, your vision would be filled with waves that stretch as far as the eye can see. The murky sea conceals countless ferocious beasts who choose their prey wisely.
In some local legends, this river is regarded as the "River of Souls." It is said that after a person dies, they cross this river to go to the underworld.
The countless carvings of evil gods in the "Cave of Darkness" are embodiments of these legends. Three-headed dogs, serpents that devour their own tails, ox-headed horse-faced figures, and black and white impermanence...
Of course, having some understanding of Shinto and reaching such a realm of cultivation, Jiang Wang had long since dispelled the enchantment from those legends that he had found fascinating and astonishing as a child.
Most myths and legends are products of the mythological era. However, they are imaginary constructs condensed for cultivation, a kind of false statement used to practice Taoism through illusion.
And those children who once hid under their blankets and slept soundly for fear of ghosts knocking, now grasp the "truth" that countless deities yearn for. Even true gods must be subdued by the gaze of the longsword.
Most deities in legends would pay their respects to Master Jiang if they saw him today.
Moreover, he had also been to the underworld. That was just a large world attached to the present world, with its own pathways for coming and going. It had nothing to do with any dark river in the Wuyu Entrapment Mountain Range.
As Chunhui passed by the "Cave of Silent Souls," she even barked at the statue of the three-headed hound. If it weren't for Captain Jiang Anan pulling her back, she would have knocked off two of its heads.
However, we cannot completely disregard the legend of the "Shantaixi" River. There is one involving the Eight Immortals of antiquity that deserves serious consideration.
It is said that he was the ancestor of formations, one of the Eight Immortals known as Feng Hou. After his death in battle, only a wisp of his soul remained, drifting between heaven and earth. He felt sorrow for the people of the world and refused to leave. Finally, he lingered by this river, sighing for a long time.
Therefore, he was known as "Benevolent Sigher".
In legend, the last remnant of a great being ascended against the River of Sighs, seeking the end of life and death. There, they grasped the ultimate truth. Afterward, with their soul mending the path of divinity, they manifested as a deity in the mythical age, transcending once more.
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Generally, people refer to one inhale and one exhale as one breath. One breath has four pulses, and after three breaths, there is a deep breath once, with five pulses. In pulse diagnosis, this is called "leaping in the space of a breath."
"Shaan Tai Xi" means to sigh frequently. In medicine, it is considered a symptom, usually caused by liver and gallbladder stagnation or lung Qi deficiency.
Thus, the world named this subterranean river, and there was also a touch of wistful longing in their naming.
Even the formidable greyhound, who had strutted along with such arrogance before arriving at this river, paused in its tracks and lay down by the bank, whimpering. But Master Jiang, without even a glance in its direction, simply ignored it.
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>Setting aside legends, the "Shan Tai'xi" River itself has unique water quality. Goose feathers don't float, and reeds sink to the bottom. We need to constantly oppose Tao Yuan in order to ensure that our boats don't sink.
Captain Jiang Anan knew the relevant information by heart, clearly eager to explore this place for a long time. She looked at Jiang Wang: "Team member, how about I assign this mission to you I see you're sturdy and capable."
Jiang Wang smiled and nodded.
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“When I ask you a question, you can speak.” Captain Jiang Annan constantly updates her team rules to suit her whimsical ideas and deal with all sorts of outrageous situations.
"And there's one more thing," he added. "You can't teach me how to do it. I'm in charge this time."
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"Captain Xiaojiang led very well." Jiang Wang rarely had the chance to go on trips with them, so he tried his best to be polite: "I have nothing to say."
Team Captain Jiang An'an added, "There are some water monsters in the Shantaixi River. They aren't very strong, but they look really scary. Deputy Team Leader Ye should be mentally prepared and not be frightened."
Jiang Wang couldn't help but raise her hand.
Captain Jiang An'an looked at him, her chin raised: "What is it again"
Jiang Wang was very dissatisfied: "Captain, why aren't you afraid that I'll be scared Why didn't you warn me"
“Such a boring question, don't ask it again next time.” Captain Jiang Anan coldly turned her head, pressing down the corner of her mouth that had lifted up.
Ye Qingyu, the deputy captain, was also quite serious: "Captain Xiao Jiang, regarding the water monster in Shan Taixi River, you said its 'strength isn't very good'... what exactly do you mean"
Captain Jiang Annan waved her hand with great authority: “According to the data, he's about the same as me!”
Jiang Wang burst into laughter.
"Get serious! This is an adventure!" Jiang An'an criticized.
Then, he rummaged in his baby squirrel pouch and pulled out a compass, looking at it intently as if consulting feng shui.
"Alright, good weather, good water, good timing. The divination is right, the energy is right, time to set off!"
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She fumbled for a palm-sized boat and flung it out with all her might.
This ship swells against the wind, in an instant transforming into a black-sail boat, landing on the dark river. It gently rocks with the waves and slowly sinks.
This sampan doesn't look very impressive, and it's not particularly expensive either. It's only about twenty-seven times more expensive than the "Tiger Shark" in the Mojia Hundred Fin Boat series.
The wind and waves subside, no problem at all. Even an ordinary person sitting on this ship could easily deal with water monsters.
It was on Jiang An'an's birthday this year that Ye Gezhu, in a gesture of fondness, presented her with an adventure-specialized gift.
Jiang Wang consciously took the position at the stern of the boat, stopping its descent. He gripped the oars in both hands and diligently rowed as the helmsman.
Ye Qingyu, the deputy captain, was sitting at the bow of the boat. She casually used Yun Zhuan to cast dozens of different kinds of protective spells on Jiang An'an, and then added some to herself. She also placed a handful of puppet bullets beside her. Then, through the oiled paper umbrella, she smiled and watched Jiang Wang rowing.
Jiang An'an considered herself a seasoned adventurer, unlike the other team members who were more reckless. Before boarding the ship, she carefully inspected her belongings —
The pendant hanging from his neck, a water droplet, was a gift from Song Qingzhi and was perfect for use in aquatic environments.
The sword-shaped jade pendant hanging from his waist was a gift from Xiang Ge. It was said to be very powerful, and it had never been sharpened.
The golden-threaded undergarment he wore was a gift from his older brother, bestowed upon him when the latter served as the prince of Qingyang in the Qi kingdom. It was said to offer excellent protection, but it hadn't defended against anything so far.
The sky-blue robe I wear on the outside was a gift from Ru Chengge. It seemed to possess some kind of supernatural power, but I can't quite remember what it was, nor did I have a chance to unleash its might.
The purple thundercloud boots on her feet were a gift from Brother Fatty. With a thought, she could travel thousands of miles. She used them often, usually racing with the silly grey cat in the past.
And there's the belt that Qingyu sent me, and the headband that Yehu sent...
In short, make sure everything is brought.
Jiang An'an dimmed her full radiance, sword in hand. She softly uttered "Go" and with light steps, leaped onto the boat covered with an umbrella.
The little gray beast let out a chirp and leaped, shrinking to a much smaller size. It landed perfectly at the feet of the female warrior Jiang.
The sampan, carrying three people and a dog, set off on the Tai'xi River, sailing toward the unfathomable depths.
That murky dark water, without ripples, was like a vast sheet of black iron.
Only when a small boat passes by, will there be ripples.
The female swordsman, Jiang, didn't waste any time. She sat down directly on the deck of the boat. Sometimes she consulted a compass, sometimes she flipped through her notes, sometimes she calculated with her fingers, sometimes she checked maps and geological diagrams. She also took pen and paper to sketch and mutter to herself as she calculated and recited incantations, busy and hardworking.
The little gray dog lay at her feet, chewing on a bone slowly. Time was quiet and peaceful.
Jiang Wang, a team member, rowed with all his might, cutting through the waves and mist. He occasionally exchanged smiles with Ye Qingyu, who sat at the bow of the boat, finding no gloom or melancholy in this place.
Alas, alas, why sigh so
Where in life is there no unhappiness
Well, the Demon Realm probably can't.
If the Immortal Execution Forest is the most "fierce" place, then the Ten Thousand Realms Burial Ground is the most "evil" place.
The environment was harsh, desolate and barren, far surpassing even the hells of legend. Compared to this world, even the vast ocean could be considered paradise.
And now, let's see what's happening on the border.
Although there were still some human survivors resisting.
Known as the "Demon Realm," yet also the "Desolate Tomb" of all worlds, it is where desolation reaches its peak.
The outrigger boat set sail on the San Tai Xi River, and at that very moment, deep within the ancient demon cave of Wu Yan Mountains, the Sky-Splitting Rift in the hands of the Demon Ape King stirred, causing ripples of chaos.
On the other side where the currents of the subconscious flow, in the place where all worlds and all things fall silent, there is a sigh carried on a gentle breeze.
The dead world is as awake.
In the endless cemetery, there stood a pitch-black tomb, slowly splitting open on both sides. A glazed coffin slowly rose.
A woman with blue silk hair cascading like a waterfall lay in the glazed coffin. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her blood-red phoenix eyes!
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