inspire-indiana Chapter 609 Occupying the Heavenly Fruit, Azure Flames Scorch Me
Chapter 609 Occupying the Heavenly Fruit, Azure Flames Scorch Me
The tortoise shell and copper coin chime three times; a thousand divinations are easy to perform, but the cause and effect are hard to discern.
"Clatter, crash, crash!"
Several more copper coins flew out from the Xuan Tian tortoise shell and hovered quietly above the relics.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Shen Suanzhen raised his hand to cover his mouth, but dark blood still flowed out from between his fingers.
The old man slowly raised his blood-stained hand and stroked each of his belongings in front of him, his eyes filled with reluctance.
What the others in the Xuanhuang Sect didn't know was that as early as the second year after Zhang Mingqiu and the others' accident, he had burned all of his disciples' belongings.
His fate was extremely unfortunate, and he had very little connection with his family.
If Heaven and Earth will still accept the remnants of his children's souls, let them not be burdened by his fate.
In the next life, I hope it will be a complete and fulfilling one.
Nevertheless, he still left a few things for Gong Yuan.
Warm liquid welled up in his eyes, and a hazy red hue covered Shen Suanzhen's vision.
The old man's fingertips gently touched the handwritten incantation by Zhang Mingqiu.
When he first explored his own destiny, after glimpsing the shallowness of his kinship with his family after many trials, he once considered severing his master-disciple relationship with his children. He even set up a restriction on Suandao Peak to prevent them from seeing him.
While comforting his junior brothers and sisters, Zhang Mingqiu and Gong Yuan devoted themselves to studying his restrictions.
Finally, on a moonlit night, the girl broke the restriction placed on her master and silently handed him a handwritten manual.
"Master." The girl smiled gently.
"Your junior brothers and sisters are all doing well. We will wait for you to emerge from this situation."
Blood mixed with tears fell to the ground, and a tiny flame, no bigger than a bean, sprouted from the fingertip of the True Man of Caution, instantly entangling the thin manual.
Flames tinged with golden light ignited all the relics, then shot into the sky, enveloping Shen Suan Zhenren and Gong Yuan in the center of the altar.
As Zhu He swung his greatsword, he cleaved the front of several surrounding demonic beasts in two. Turning his head, he saw a towering wave of fire.
"Uncle!"
The young man immediately transformed into a streak of light and flew onto the altar, but was blocked by the heat wave and an invisible force, unable to move forward even half a step. He could only use the Crane-Walking Sword to stabilize his body and anxiously spoke:
"Uncle!"
Shen Suan Zhenren, who was located at the center of the flames, heard the young man's voice and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
The old man's hoarse voice reached Zhu He's ears:
"Don't panic," the old man said slowly.
"Master Uncle, it's just... time has come."
The golden flames finally burned away the piece of tortoise shell that Qi Song had broken. The Calculating Master raised his hand and gathered all the ashes into his sleeve. Then, he formed a hand seal and softly spoke to the void before him:
"Take my hand!"
Several golden threads slowly appeared before the old man, finer than a strand of hair.
The old man raised his hand, hooked the golden threads with his fingertips, and then tied them all to Gong Yuan's hand, which had not yet undergone mutation.
"Go!"
Shen Suanzhen looked at Gong Yuan with loving eyes.
"Once you've found the divination result, we should go home!"
The middle-aged Gong Yuan, inside the magic core, continued walking forward.
A fierce wind suddenly arose in the darkness not far away, making it difficult to move an inch. The bluebird that had been leading the way was also blown about, and finally settled in his arms, no longer flying on its own.
Seeing that the strong wind was about to blow him over, the middle-aged Gong Yuan bent down slightly, trying to move forward slowly in this way.
In the instant he lowered his head, he saw the hem of his clothes.
He was brought here while on his way to the Wenyuan Pavilion to discuss matters with the Emperor. He was originally wearing a crimson-purple round-necked official robe.
But now, all he could see was a grayish-blue hem of clothing.
The howling wind around them stopped the instant the middle-aged man noticed the change, and an endless silence descended. The ground beneath Gong Yuan's feet transformed into a mirror of water.
In the water mirror, he saw himself in a simple gray-blue dress, with a youthful face.
It was me when I was sixteen, taking the imperial examination for the first time.
A clear and gentle voice came from above:
"Hello, Lord Gong."
He suddenly looked up and saw a boy of about sixteen or seventeen sitting in front of him, dressed in a simple white robe, gentle and dignified.
The young man held the young man in his hands, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Hello……"
"Gong Yuan".
"Thank you." Gong stroked the bluebird in his hand, his gentle eyes filled with apology.
"It's ridiculous that you, a mere mortal, have to travel this far."
"I thought we'd have to walk a little further."
Gong Yuan's voice was hoarse; he knew it was all coming to an end.
"It won't take that long." Gong Yuan smiled at him, then pointed behind him:
"Someone's here to pick me up!"
The middle-aged Gong Yuan suddenly turned around and saw several people slowly walking out of the darkness not far away.
One of the women, with a gentle and bright appearance, smiled and extended her hand to Gong Yuan:
"Brother Yuan, Master sent us to pick you up."
"I should go!" Gong Yuan held up the bluebird in his hand and presented it to the boy opposite him:
"Occupy the heavens and reap the fruits, the azure flames scorch me!"
The middle-aged Gong Yuan's eyes welled up with tears, and he gently turned his head away from looking at the smiling young immortal opposite him.
"Occupy the heavens and reap the fruits, the azure flames scorch me!"
Two equally warm voices merged together, and a strange, bluish-red flame ignited in a corner of the magic core space.
Amidst the raging flames, Gong Yuan strode forward and grabbed Zhang Mingqiu's hand.
"Let me introduce you, these are my junior brothers and sisters."
“This is my betrothed, Mingqiu.”
"Goodbye, Lord Gong!"
The strange fire within the demonic core burned out, and several apologetic voices reached the ears of the Calculating Master on the altar:
"Master, we've arrived."
A careful calculation brings tears to the eyes of a true man.
Four figures landed beside the old man; it was Zhang Mingqiu and his companions. The moment they landed, they all looked intently at the chaotic divination symbols in the center.
The demonic cocoon on the other side completely disappeared, and Shen Suan Zhenren saw Gong Yuan's determined eyes.
The young man slowly sat up straight:
"Master, this divination...we are all here!"
Shen Suan Zhenren looked at him and nodded slightly.
"it is good!"
As the old man finished speaking, the four people around him instantly transformed into four streams of light that attached themselves to the copper coin, and were then thrown into the tortoise shell by Gong Yuan.
"Master!"
A rare look of arrogance appeared on the young man's face:
"If we really can't find a glimmer of hope outside, then... let's get involved!"
Shen Suan Zhenren stood there, stunned.
Yes, why should we disregard fate?
Those outside of fate cannot know the hardships involved, so how can they talk about changing their destiny!
"Clatter, crash, crash!"
The four copper coins that Zhang Mingqiu and the others had transformed into had already flown into the tangled and intractable energy, trailing golden tails. Shen Suan Zhenren gripped the tortoise shell in his hand tightly and suddenly bit his fingertip.
"Tick."
A drop of jet-black blood fell onto the Xuan Tian Tortoise Shell, causing Gong Yuan on the opposite side to scream:
"Master!"
Shen Suan Zhenren waved his hand slightly at Gong Yuan and said jokingly:
“Master, enter this divination.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's consciousness flew into the dazzling white light, and all the hexagrams he had just divined revolved around him.
Gong Yuan heard his master's carefree and unrestrained voice:
"The swordsman is indifferent to life and death!"
Those who stay long have no fear of separation!
"The diviner is worthy of destiny..."
Those who glimpse the secrets of heaven defy fate and attempt to alter it. Yet, they are also worthy of their destiny!
"Yuan'er."
The wise man spoke softly:
"This divination signifies the severing of destiny, transforming into firewood."
"May it ignite, the inextinguishable flame that sustains countless lives!"