Chapter 393: The Road of Absence, Walked Together

Chapter 393: The Road of Absence, Walked Together

"What's wrong?"

The Canary leaned half her body out, looking back at Qi Yuan, curiosity on her face as she saw him unmoving.

"Cough... I'm a bit too big, hard to get in."

Qi Yuan was speechless.

After illuminating the myriad heavens, with Ning Tao's help, he had found the coordinates of the Flowing Wind Realm.

For a powerhouse of his level, descending to a lower realm only required knowing the coordinates to enter through the Dark Void.

But the problem now was that his strength was too great, making entry difficult.

He felt somewhat exasperated with the Flowing Wind Realm.

It had been the same before—the game icon had only shown half.

The game had been eager to send him a wife, that is, Ning Tao back then, calling him "husband" over and over, making Qi Yuan's heart itch.

The mischievous game always tempted him but wouldn't let him in.

Now it was the same—hard to enter.

"How could that be!" The Canary wrapped her small hands around Qi Yuan, gritting her teeth and pulling hard.

Still, not a budge.

But the action seemed to make her think of something, and her face flushed.

"Do it yourself."

"Ah, I get it. It's not that I'm too big, but because this is a game world, and I'm a real person trying to enter a game world... it's really hard!"

Imagine, on Blue Star, how hard would it be for someone to crawl into a computer game?

Wouldn't you have to break the screen and then squeeze in?

The game looks vast, but anyone with a bit of sense would realize that the scenes in the game are all fake, not a real world, all hidden inside the screen.

Unless it's a giant computer, it's hard to stuff a person into a game.

"Looks like I need to use my smart brain."

At that moment, Qi Yuan's thoughts turned.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

"Is it because I didn't pretend to be a game character?"

He recalled what Great Wisdom True Lord had said: when a Yang God of the Heavenly Throne realm descends into a world, they become a myth-level powerhouse.

For the Lesser Principle realm, they drop one minor realm.

For the Greater Principle realm, they retain their strength.

He had too many divine infants within him, and his own combat power rivaled that of a Yang God.

If he didn't restrain himself, he simply couldn't enter.

Even more, if he used too much force, the Flowing Wind Realm would shatter.

"Condense," Qi Yuan said softly.

Instantly, the four thousand divine infants within him converged.

His own aura also contracted.

The aura of the Immortal Path dropped to myth level.

"What about the Myriad Dao War God?" Qi Yuan pondered.

Would the Myriad Dao War God realm have such restrictions?

He tried it, pushing toward the Flowing Wind Realm.

A flash of joy crossed Qi Yuan's eyes: "It doesn't reject me!"

The power from the Myriad Dao War God realm seemed not to be detected by the world's laws.

He embraced the Canary, and with a flicker, entered the Flowing Wind Realm.

"I need to be careful—the quality of this game is a bit poor..."

Qi Yuan felt that if his Myriad Dao War God power leaked carelessly, the Flowing Wind Realm would be full of holes.

It felt like a game character throwing a punch and directly punching a hole through the computer screen.

So, even though the world didn't restrict his Myriad Dao War God power, he had to control it himself.

After all, the Flowing Wind Realm was the Canary's home.

"Indeed, the Immortal Path power is limited to myth."

Qi Yuan sensed it.

Before entering the Flowing Wind Realm, he had lowered his Immortal Path power to myth.

After entering, he found he couldn't restore it.

He would probably have to leave this realm to recover.

No wonder Yang Gods rarely descended into realms.

Otherwise, with their power fixed at myth, if besieged by a dozen myth-level experts and killed in a small world, it would be too frustrating.

At that moment, the Canary took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"This is the Flowing Wind Realm!"

Ahead, maple trees stood straight and red, everything bathed in crimson, like a fairy-tale world.

Ning Tao's figure appeared, standing beside Qi Yuan on his left and right with the Canary.

Her eyes held a nostalgic look: "This is where I first heard your voice."

Ning Tao wore a black dress, her figure petite and delicate. She looked up at Qi Yuan, her eyes filled with endless reminiscence.

"What a coincidence?" Qi Yuan smiled.

Memories of the past flooded back. He looked at Ning Tao's pitifully beautiful, cool face and said gently, "Ning Tao has grown up—she's the most beautiful girl in the world."

Long ago, young Ning Tao, with the word "demon" carved on her face, was seen as a demoness and hunted.

On this mountain, her pursuers cursed her as a demoness, an ugly freak.

At that time, young Ning Tao raised her head stubbornly and said, "When I grow up, I will definitely be the most beautiful girl in the world."

That voice was also heard by Qi Yuan outside the game jade slip.

Qi Yuan was in a good mood and casually responded a few words, which distracted the assassin chasing Ning Tao, giving her the chance to counter and kill him.

Qi Yuan's hand touched Ning Tao's face, where the mark of the demon word had once been, infinitely tender.

Ning Tao smiled, bright as spring snow melting, pear blossoms blooming on the branches.

"When I illuminated the myriad heavens, I never found any trace of the Myriad Demon Gate.

Now that I have entered this realm, my cultivation is restricted and I cannot help you, my husband. You must seek out the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.”

“Very well.” Qi Yuan nodded.

When it came to searching for something, the Yang God was certainly superior to the Mythical. He still retained the realm of the Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths; with a bit of caution and focus, he could sweep through the Flowing Wind Realm in about a quarter of an hour. This sweep was limited to tracking the aura of the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences. Of course, this was also because he had to take care of the Flowing Wind Realm. Otherwise, accidentally collapsing it would be unfortunate.

“There’s a stone pool ahead. I’ll go bathe there—husband must not peek!”

“Hehe, I’m coming too!”

Ning Tao and the Goldfinch, hand in hand, made their way toward the stone pool of old. Though countless ages had passed and the pool was no longer visible, with Ning Tao’s current power, she could make it reappear.

At that moment, Qi Yuan closed his eyes. The power of the Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths surged forth. The vast Flowing Wind Realm shrank in his perception, becoming minuscule. He even felt that a single punch would shatter this world. Thus, he had to search carefully.

“Sometimes being too strong is not a good thing.”

Qi Yuan marveled at his own blood and qi as he casually scanned the entire Flowing Wind Realm, seeking the aura of the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences. This search was quite rough—after all, if he were too meticulous, the server of this game would crash.

Time ticked by, and a hint of disappointment flickered in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

“Indeed, I didn’t find it. Still… I have plenty of time.”

The time flow between the Canglan Realm and the Upper Realm was one-to-one. And one day in the Canglan Realm was about ten years in the Flowing Wind Realm. Time was abundant, and rushing was useless. The Gate of Ten Thousand Differences, as one of the most peculiar treasures Qi Yuan had ever encountered, could not be seen just because one wished it. It required both fate and time. After all, the formation of ten suns hanging in the sky was already complete, and the Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra was constantly influencing the Flowing Wind Realm, which was equivalent to Qi Yuan searching. Within the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences, Qi Yuan’s Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra had left a mark. As long as the gate remained in the Flowing Wind Realm, given enough time for the Stellar Golden Core, it would be found. Otherwise, even if he destroyed the Flowing Wind Realm, it might not appear.

Before coming, Qi Yuan had also tested it—his left eyebrow twitched. So this journey to the Flowing Wind Realm would surely yield something. Might as well treat it as a vacation.

Qi Yuan rose and walked toward the stone pool.

At that moment, a crisp voice rang out.

“Hehe, you definitely peeked back then. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have married you.”

Back then, Ning Tao had said in the stone pool that if Qi Yuan peeked, she would marry him when she grew up. The Goldfinch was inferring the past from the result.

“Don’t frame me. I am a gentleman.”

Qi Yuan looked over.

On the blue stone, the Goldfinch wore a long dress of blue and orange, with blue silk embroidered with patterns of flowers and birds. The orange-yellow ribbon at her belly, tied in a bow, was wet with water, like a butterfly caught in the rain. She lifted her hem, revealing two pale calves swinging. Her delicate, unstockinged feet, like young lotus roots, had exquisite, rounded toes that seemed like works of art—crystal clear and tiny, fitting in one palm.

In the pool, Ning Tao, in a black dress, was fully submerged. Through the clear water, her expression was cold and alluring. Her overly pale skin contrasted sharply with her black stockings, which clung to her feet, her dainty toes pressed together.

One was as lovely as a cherry, the other as cool as a snow pear.

Looking at these two—or rather, one—Qi Yuan’s expression softened. “There is still much time. I will walk with you through all the paths… I have not walked with you before.”

From the Goldfinch to Ning Tao, through the countless ages between, Qi Yuan had been absent far too much. Especially after the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, when the Goldfinch became a demoness, hated and despised by all. The one who loved beauty most was seen as an ugly freak—her experiences were easy to imagine.

“Hmph, there are so many paths to walk!” The Goldfinch turned her head away, unable to hide the joy on her face.

Ning Tao, in the water, extended her slender hand. “Let us begin here.”

The fate between Ning Tao and Qi Yuan had started right here.

With a splash, water scattered everywhere.

“Hey, this water is freezing! I don’t want to get in!” the Goldfinch grumbled. Even so, she still wrapped her arms around Qi Yuan, deep longing in her eyes.

At that moment, Qi Yuan took hold of the Goldfinch’s delicate, tiny foot, curiosity in his eyes. “Why haven’t I heard of any woman having a foot fetish?”

Could it be because men’s feet are no good?

Qi Yuan let his thoughts wander.

“Disgusting!” The Goldfinch’s face flushed crimson. “Ning Tao, help me—step on him!”

…

“Save me, Master, save me.”

“I’m so miserable!”

“I’m going to die!”

“So vicious—how could they be so vicious!”

In the room, Ling Yayi was on the verge of tears, wailing like a ghost.

The Lightless Buddha Son looked at Ling Yayi, his eyes calm. “If he is still alive and can come to save you, then everything will end.”

“Hey, Lightless Buddha Son, you’re inhuman! How can you bully me like this? I told you, I don’t want to be a monk, and I don’t want to attend any Ten Thousand Buddha Assembly!”

Ling Yayi, this old fellow, was filled with indignation. Being captured by the Lightless Buddha Son was bad enough, but now this Buddha Son wanted him to become a monk. Naturally, he refused.

As a result, this Lightless Buddha Disciple paid no heed to his thoughts and tormented him daily, claiming his desires ran too deep and needed to be tempered.

This tempering was a spiritual torture.

First, using Daoist arts, he magnified Ling Yayi's desires severalfold, even tenfold.

Next, all manner of delicacies, seductive fox-women dancing fiery dances, and treasures paraded past him.

He could only watch, not touch, not take, not eat.

How could Ling Yayi not be furious?

This torment was exhausting, no less than fighting twelve rounds in one night.

Why so specific? That remained unknown.

"You possess the power of reincarnation, fated with our Buddha, and shall become a true Buddha.

This time, the Ten Thousand Buddha Assembly convenes; you will represent our Tanko Sacred Land and must seize the top spot," said the Lightless Buddha Disciple calmly. "Your desires are too many; if not diligently scrubbed away, even with the power of reincarnation, it will be hard to rank in the top ten."

"Is this how you ask for help?" Ling Yayi wailed in agony.

How vicious.

There are villains in the upper realm!

Who tests people like this?

This isn't torture by harsh punishment!

If it were, he might have confessed long ago!

"I'll represent you, alright? Just stop tormenting me, okay?"

"This is not torment, but a cleansing of desires.

A pity you are not the Blood Lord.

If it were him, perhaps no cleansing would be needed, and he would still become a true Buddha!"

The power of reincarnation in the Thirteen Demons of the North must be inextricably linked to the Blood Lord.

The Blood Lord must also possess an even denser power of reincarnation.

From a few words in ancient texts, the Lightless Buddha Disciple discerned that the Blood Lord was a truly stunning prodigy.

Unlike this one before him, whose desires were too many, too motley.

"Ha, you're wrong there. My master, that old man, is far more ruthless than me.

He kills without blinking, his robes stained red!

Why is he called the Blood Lord? Isn't it because he's killed too many?

Can he still become a true Buddha?" Ling Yayi laughed.

Since his master wasn't around, he could spout a few lines to vent his frustration.

"Having slain a million, he no longer kills living beings, but the impurities in his heart.

Should such a prodigy not become a true Buddha?" The Lightless Buddha Disciple's voice was filled with Buddhist nature.

Ling Yayi froze, his mouth twitching: "Are my desires too many because I've killed too few?"

The Lightless Buddha Disciple shook his head: "If you killed too many, you would become a great demon.

After laying down the butcher's knife, your soul would perish, and your flesh could serve as a guardian vajra for our Buddhist sect."

"...So whether I kill many or few, it's all wrong, huh!" Ling Yayi was utterly speechless. "And isn't it 'lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha instantly'? How does the flesh become a guardian vajra?"

"If becoming a Buddha were so easy, the Buddha lands would be filled with slaughter." In the Lightless Buddha Disciple's calm tone, a hint of helplessness crept in.

"Hey, if my fellow disciples were captured by you people from the upper realm, what treatment would they receive?" Ling Yayi asked cautiously.

"You who possess the power of reincarnation can become true Buddhas; generally, there won't be much danger.

Moreover, you are... Bai Ze's junior brothers; in the Buddha lands, no one should harm you.

But... all things have their own causes and conditions; anything is possible," replied the Lightless Buddha Disciple.

The Buddha lands are not entirely peaceful.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have warred for so many years over orthodoxy.

The opportunity to vie for orthodoxy this time appears in the Flowing Wind Realm.

Thus, all Buddha disciples from the sacred lands have entered the Flowing Wind Realm.

The Lightless Buddha Disciple naturally hopes for the Buddha lands to unify and cease their conflicts.

But... is unification truly so easy?

"I hope they're alright," Ling Yayi sighed. "This feeling... it's terrible."

ps: Nonsense literature—every time a female lead appears, her chance to appear diminishes. So in the Flowing Wind Realm, let it belong a little more to the tsundere canary, the yandere Ning Tao!

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Title: "Burning Paper Daily, I Became the Dao Ancestor"

Synopsis:

Wang Hun woke up one morning, standing in a mass grave, and found himself a ghost...

Burned "three wild chicken feathers," received a stick of [Black Chicken White Phoenix Incense]

Burned "half a torn sutra," received a stick of [Ten Thousand Buddhas Homage Incense]

Burned "one seductive fox tail," received a stick of [Ultimate Bliss Joy Incense]

...

"In life, one should burn treasures for oneself!"

In a world filled with gods and Buddhas above and demons below, Wang Hun gazed at the blazing fire in the brazier and enshrined himself as the Dao Ancestor!!!

(Chapter End)