Chapter 1090

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"Welcome to the fairy tale."

Xu Qing murmured in his heart, perceiving this world.

Regarding the Immortal Venerable's Constitution, he did not know; everything just now was based on his deductions from what he had seen and heard.

As for the truth...

"When I enter the Immortal Capital, I should have a chance to know."

Xu Qing pondered. After burying his various questions in his heart, his perception fell upon the mirror in front of him.

This mirror was very ordinary, without the slightest luxury or anything unusual, just like an object placed casually in a mortal home.

And the lines formed by all the black dots extended eternally into this mirror.

Those black dots moved inside continuously and disappeared.

As for the mirror itself, there was not the slightest Dao shadow; what existed... was only a sheet of white.

"Is this the exit to the first layer of the world?"

Xu Qing was thoughtful.

After observing carefully for a moment, his mind stirred, and he headed straight for the mirror.

In an instant, he merged and passed through.

There was no obstruction at all; it was extremely smooth.

It was just that...

The moment he passed through the mirror successfully, Xu Qing's mind surged with waves.

Because the place where he appeared was still countless black dots, still forming long lines.

He was still within this first layer of the world.

He had not left.

And it seemed he had returned to the starting point.

Looking... the mirror was no longer there, only those long lines extending in front.

The same was true behind him.

Xu Qing was silent. To confirm the answer, he moved forward again.

Until he encountered those grotesqueries again, saw the mirror again, passed through again, felt the details, and finally... returned to the starting point.

This was a cycle.

To break this cycle, Xu Qing tried to change things, but it was to no avail.

He even chose to sink himself into the black dots in front of the mirror, becoming a black dot, and entering the mirror.

But he still returned to the starting point.

"The Aurora Immortal Lord must possess a Space-Time Constitution, belonging to the same path as me, but the method by which his Space-Time Constitution was formed is different from mine."

Xu Qing pondered.

"I relied on the Five Elements, fusing time and space, to push forth space-time."

"And he walked another path, seemingly evolving layer by layer from nothingness."

"Then... perhaps there is another way that can allow me to leave here."

Xu Qing's mind fell upon that long line.

"At this starting point, become one of the many black dots that make up the long line, or rather, truly incarnate as a black dot, like a person outside a painting walking into the painting.

Then, experience all of this with the thinking mode of this world..."

"By doing this, become a cycle."

"In this way, it is a true experience, not just a fleeting glance."

"Although there is danger, it is worth a try!"

Thinking of this, after weighing it in his heart, Xu Qing did not hesitate. His mind sank from a higher level, merging into the only long line in this world, becoming one of the countless black dots that composed this line.

He became a part of this world.

In an instant, he had an unprecedented feeling.

The concept of up and down was stripped away.

The concept of left and right was the same.

They no longer existed.

And soon, they were forgotten, as if the rights of up, down, left, and right had never existed.

There was only the pulling force from the front, dragging his singular destiny, moving forward continuously.

At the same time, after losing the concepts of up, down, left, and right, he naturally lost the meaning of height, and so at this moment, Xu Qing also lost the 'seeing' brought by the Constitution.

He was 'flat'.

The black dots were also 'flat'.

Thus, his mind was even more 'flat'.

Therefore, he could not see.

Only the front and back could be weakly perceived by him.

This feeling, compared to before, was like being bound.

Making the current Xu Qing only able to move forward continuously under this traction.

Gradually, even his mind began to slowly dissipate.

It was as if even the ability of thinking was not allowed here.

So it had to be slowly erased and assimilated with the world.

But Xu Qing did not choose to resist.

He relaxed his mind, letting everything happen, following the trajectory of this world, and moving continuously.

He did not know how much time had passed.

Time had long since lost its meaning.

In this gradual dissipation of the mind, in this movement of traction, in this endless world, Xu Qing, incarnated as one of the black dots, encountered the grotesqueries again at the level of this world.

But the order and the feeling were different.

Just like now, relying on his weak perception of front and back, he seemed to 'see' countless circles.

These circles were smaller one after another, surrounding each other, as if they were fingerprints, but they had no beginning and no end, yet they were everywhere, occupying all of Xu Qing's current perception of front and back.

This was the appearance of the other party as he felt it after lowering his level.

He could not feel the more comprehensive appearance.

The difference in levels determined that those at a lower level could not see the true appearance of those at a higher level.

Thus, the existence of a higher level naturally gave people the feeling of a creator.

The shock and waves brought by it were like raging waves, capable of overturning everything, and even the sounds transmitted by it turned into the source of chaos and collapse.

"Run, run..."

With the arrival of the sound, a sense of collapse emerged on the black dot that Xu Qing had incarnated into, and it also existed on all the black dots that passed by this grotesquery.

It was like walking in death.

Thus, some black dots were truly shattered, but they were filled in by new black dots.

Xu Qing was still lucky; he did not completely collapse.

Until that chaotic and collapsing sound slowly dissipated as it moved away, he continued to move forward.

And then... he heard crying.

This time, he saw nothing.

Only the sound of crying fell into Xu Qing's remaining mind.

In that crying sound, Xu Qing felt that he was about to dissolve.

But strangely, there was no fear, nor any regret; things like emotions had disappeared unknowingly.

"So, that was not luck; it was payment and offset."

Xu Qing thought weakly...

After many black dots dissipated in the crying, he continued to move forward.

Until he heard the sound of flowing water and frog croaks.

The moment this sound came, Xu Qing's cognition lost some more, as did his thoughts, and his existence was about to become blank.

With this, he passed this stretch of road and headed further away.

……

Xu Qing did not remember the experiences after this; he vaguely felt that everything of his had been exchanged one by one for smooth progress, becoming the price for walking on.

Following this was becoming more and more powerless, more and more exhausted.

But fortunately... gradually, even the concepts of powerlessness and exhaustion were about to cease to exist.

Until finally, he seemed to hear a voice.

"Dying well, dying well..."

This voice, carrying an irresistible force, invaded and took away his name.

Originally, he, nameless, should have continued to move forward.

Heading toward the mirror not far away.

Merging smoothly and leaving this world.

But that power that took away his name actually violated the trajectory and forcibly arrived again.

Emitting an evil aura, it turned into a more intense invasion, falling upon his body, wanting to... completely erase him!

It even wanted to take away the weak mind he had left.

But at this moment of crisis, at the instant when he, nameless, was about to completely dissipate...

An old sigh echoed in his space-time.

"This herb, Night Corpse Pulling Ox..."

"Little one, you answer."

The appearance of this voice fluctuated time, influenced space, and gathered into a space-time storm, roaring in Xu Qing's mind.

And it gave him back a name hidden deep in his memory.

Little one!

This name became a support, became an anchor.

Thus, the little one's weak mind no longer dissipated, and the deafening sound progressed layer by layer, finally exploding with world-shaking force.

It became thunder, became an explosion, became a heavenly sound.

Causing his mind to vibrate intensely and spread continuously.

Like a tsunami.

Subsequently, the little one subconsciously and immediately uttered the words he would never forget, deeply rooted in his cognition.

"Night Corpse Pulling Ox, also known as Poison Mountain Root Dove Chrysanthemum, is the vine and root of the Asteraceae plant Fine-Veined Dove Chrysanthemum. It is a woody vine that grows in corpse-yin mountain gullies, cold creek sides, or jungles. Its taste is astringent and pungent, slightly warm upon entering the mouth, with a sense of rot. It has the miraculous effect of dispelling wind and releasing the exterior, but it is toxic in excess and is a typical yin-yang dual-pole herb."

With the utterance of the words, the little one's state of dissipation was reversed at this moment.

The cognitions he had lost were all emerging one by one, returning one by one.

The original inability to 'see' was now also churning, from loss to return!

And that old voice continued.

"What are the symptoms of overdose?"

The storm in Xu Qing's heart became more intense, and he transmitted his inner voice without hesitation.

"The symptoms of poisoning are abdominal pain, dizziness, hallucinations; if not rescued, death occurs within a quarter of an hour."

"How to detoxify?"

"One can use the method of inducing vomiting and gastric lavage, supplemented with egg white and red thorn stamens, and treat the symptoms when the midday sun is strong. The treatment time must not exceed half an hour, for three consecutive days."

Xu Qing's voice trembled slightly. The moment he finished speaking, he felt as if he had returned to outside the tent from back then.

"Good!"

The old voice, carrying a hint of a smile, echoed softly.

As for Xu Qing, he wanted to 'see' at this moment, but the traction from the front was also incomparably intense at this instant, pulling his mind closer and closer to the mirror in front.

But his mind surged with waves; although the exit was right before his eyes, he would rather give up this opportunity, even if it meant starting over, to re-enter the Space-Time Constitution and 'see' the familiar figure from which the voice came.

"Foolish child, do not be like this."

"Do you remember what I told you..."

"Heaven and earth are the guest houses for all living beings, and time is the passerby from ancient times to the present. As long as one does not die, one will eventually meet again."

"And now, you have become talented."

The voice dissipated, and a gentle force came from nowhere, falling upon the black dot Xu Qing had turned into, giving it a push forward.

Causing Xu Qing, who was close to the mirror, to sink into... the mirror.

The moment he merged into the mirror, Xu Qing looked back suddenly.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the medicine jar with the white beard outside the mirror, smiling at him.

The smile was kind.

The appearance and smile were like a lifetime ago, and also like yesterday.

Scene after scene, experience after experience...

Just like in the past.