Chapter 1248: The Tenth Pole!

The path to comprehending the Tenth Pole is destined to be difficult and obstructed.

Even though Xu Qing has walked this path, often pondering, and has had many comprehensions, and even Young Master Mi Ming once displayed his own comprehension to him…

But, all of this, for Xu Qing, can only serve as a reference and cannot be chosen directly.

Because his Constitution Flower must use his own experiences as nourishment before it can bloom the Law that belongs uniquely to him!

"This is the process of the Constitution giving birth to the Law…"

Xu Qing muttered, the foot he raised did not fall in mid-air.

He was pondering.

Pondering whether his own preparations were completely sufficient.

"Five elements as the foundation, time and space superimposed to become time-space… and verified by this turbulence that my time-space Constitution is lacking, comprehending that right and wrong are one body is time-space."

"Up to this point, the basic time-space Constitution will be complete."

"Next…"

"If the complete time-space is seen as a point, then…"

Xu Qing raised his head, and his foot fell abruptly.

The moment it touched the nothingness, his Ninth Pole, which transcended time and space, turned into Dao sounds and echoed in this space-time turbulence.

"Stacking universes."

These two words seemed to have a strange magic, pulling Xu Qing's mind, spreading continuously, making him feel as if he were about to touch the most profound and mysterious place in the universe.

In an instant, the nothingness before his eyes changed suddenly, as if he himself were infinitely rising at this moment, while the space-time turbulence he was originally in infinitely shrank.

Finally, time and space, in Xu Qing's cognition, became a point.

Within this point, all the information contained in Xu Qing's time-space Constitution existed.

And outside this point… in Xu Qing's cognition, he actually perceived that more points were forming.

More and more, dense and numerous, finally occupying his entire field of vision.

Forming countless flashing light points.

Thick time-space power spread from within every light point; any one of these light points seemed to contain a world, contain a piece of time-space, and contain the trajectories of all living beings in that time-space.

Carrying the joys and sorrows of countless people, intertwining the different lives of everyone.

This was the Ninth Pole that Xu Qing had once comprehended.

Stacking universes!

It was just that this Constitution, before he reached the peak of the Quasi-Immortal, had limited power to pry, and only after becoming a Quasi-Immortal Great Perfection could Xu Qing manifest it to the greatest extent.

Thus Xu Qing looked over.

Within these light points, he saw countless versions of himself, saw countless different lives.

Like scrolls of different styles, slowly unfolding before his eyes.

In one of the scrolls, there was a scholar.

That scholar was dressed in a moon-white robe, wearing a headcloth, and holding a volume of ancient texts in his hand, pacing within an elegant courtyard.

The courtyard was full of flowers, and the fragrance of flowers was faint, but there was a faint worry between the scholar's brows, as if he were pondering the obscure and difficult principles in the book, or sighing at his own blue-cloud ambition that had not yet been realized.

From time to time, he would sit at the stone table, dip his brush in ink, and wave it; the handwriting was elegant and tough, as if every stroke and every line were writing his persistent pursuit of knowledge in this world.

Yet he did not know that at this very moment, he outside of time and space was gazing at him.

……

And in another time and space, what appeared was a knight-errant.

He wore a bamboo hat, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, and had a long sword hanging at his waist; the patterns on the scabbard were simple and mysterious.

Now, he was walking on the official road, his posture as straight as a pine, every step he took carrying a sense of freedom and heroism.

Occasionally, bandits and bullies would block the way, but this knight-errant only needed to draw his sword lightly, and the cold light of the blade would flash, causing those petty villains to fall one after another.

Then he sheathed his sword, without pausing in the slightest, and continued to walk toward the distance.

Under the sunset, his back was stretched very, very long in the dim yellow light.

As if carrying endless stories, that was the fast-paced enmity belonging to the Jianghu, a different life written with hot blood and chivalry.

Until the sunset fell.

……

Xu Qing outside of time and space withdrew his gaze.

In this silence, his eyes became deep, continuing to gaze at other scrolls.

As if wanting to see through the long river of time and space, to see through the parallel textures.

Thus he saw craftsmen, saw officials, saw butchers, saw bandits, saw children, and also saw old people.

All states of life.

There was also a time and space where Xu Qing saw himself as a physician.

That physician was in a simple medical hall, carefully taking the pulse for the wounded, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes smiling to comfort the patients.

A pair of skillful hands skillfully fiddled with various medicinal herbs, either boiling medicinal soup or grinding medicinal powder, just to alleviate the pain of others.

Sometimes he would carry a medicine box and walk out, shuttling through the city alleys, with a gentle smile on his face, patient enough for every commoner who came to ask for medical advice.

He used his medical skills to guard the health of everyone in this small world.

Although ordinary, it was extraordinary.

……

One version of himself after another, one life after another.

There were similarities and differences between each other.

Like the same seeds, under different nourishment, blooming into flowers that were similar but not identical.

Xu Qing watched quietly, and gradually his eyes revealed a sense of enlightenment.

"The past me, was wrong…"

"My Constitution comes from my cognition, and is also limited by my cognition."

"The past me, on this Ninth Pole, only persisted in the path belonging to cultivators in my cognition."

"Therefore, the time and space I saw were all cultivators."

"It can even be said that they were all versions of myself that I imagined, that kind of parallel was a pseudo-parallel."

"And the true parallel, the true stacking of universes, is actually what I see before my eyes after my time-space is complete and I borrow this turbulence to push aside the fog…

All states of life."

"Within it, every kind of life has a unique taste, has its own joys and sorrows, and they all have their own trajectories…"

Xu Qing muttered.

This, was his true Ninth Pole, stacking universes.

That was a grand scroll woven from countless choices, countless possibilities, and countless opportunities.

"Unfortunately, I, now, cannot fully control it."

Xu Qing closed his eyes and spoke softly.

"Seeing and doing are two links; these countless parallel time-spaces, I only possess the qualification to see now, as for interfering, there is not much I can do."

"Unless I use the past method, but that is a small path… like a leaf blocking the eyes."

"And seeing is a manifestation of walking into the Constitution of the Great Dao."

Xu Qing was thoughtful.

"Then is my Tenth Pole from seeing to doing?"

Xu Qing pondered.

He still had some doubts and had not thoroughly understood it.

Until a long time later, Xu Qing opened his eyes.

"Doing, it seems, is also within the scope of the Ninth Pole, at most a half-step Tenth Pole, not transcendence…"

Xu Qing shook his head; this was different from the Tenth Pole he expected.

Thus Xu Qing continued to gaze at those scrolls, looking at the countless versions of himself within.

Time, I don't know how long passed.

Until, in his gaze, within one of the scrolls, Xu Qing saw another version of himself.

That version of himself in that time and space was a bit special.

He was a painter.

This painter had painted many paintings in his life, including beautiful ladies, magnificent mountains and rivers, and lifelike birds and beasts, and he was even famous.

And in his old age, for some reason, he personally burned all his works, finally leaving only a blank piece of rice paper.

Then, he gazed at the rice paper for a long time, raised his brush, and drew only one stroke on that blank paper.

When the brush tip paused, Xu Qing outside of time and space, looking at this scene, felt his mind shake.

Whispering softly.

"Guiyi (Return to One)…"

"This is Guiyi!"

"The Tenth Pole, is Guiyi!"

The light in Xu Qing's eyes bloomed with unprecedented brilliance in an instant, and all the fog in his mind dissipated instantly at this moment.

"Then the problem now is… how to Guiyi!"

Xu Qing looked at those scrolls in front of him, looking at the countless versions of himself within; as for how to Guiyi, he actually already had the answer in his heart.

"Let all versions of myself in all time and space within the stacking of universes produce the thought of Guiyi."

"Use this thought as a guide, like a line, connecting all versions of myself in all time and space!"

"In this way, I can gather all thoughts of Guiyi, forming a Guiyi in consciousness within all parallels!"

"As for how to do it…"

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes; he knew that the biggest obstacle before him now was the incompleteness of the Ninth Pole.

The Ninth Pole, he could see, but he could not fully control it.

"Can only interfere with a small part."

And if he only interfered with a small part, wanting to make all versions of himself in all time and space understand the thought of Guiyi, this matter was too difficult.

On one hand, there were too many time and spaces, and on the other hand, there were all states of life, and the different selves produced countless distracting thoughts, making it impossible to unify their consciousness.

This required fully possessing the power to control parallels to do so.

Xu Qing's eyes flashed with brilliance.

"Actually, there is a shortcut…"

"God of Pain…"

Xu Qing suddenly raised his hand, and from his own Immortal Embryo, from the Immortal Palace within it, he abruptly took out the coffin where the suppressed God of Pain was located.

The moment it was placed in front of him, the four directions rippled, and Xu Qing's right hand raised, pressing down on this coffin without hesitation.

As the coffin trembled, Xu Qing's consciousness merged into it with a strong posture.

Filling the body of the god who was already at the end of his rope within the coffin.

Taking over it to a certain extent.

After doing this, Xu Qing's eyes revealed strange brilliance.

His plan was to borrow the divine power of this God of Pain to weave an illusion for all versions of himself in all time and space.

According to different lives, different experiences, and different obsessions, to form different illusions.

Finally, let all versions of himself in all time and space, within their respective illusions, like his original self, be immersed in them, unable to distinguish truth from falsehood.

And what he needed was to leave the same exit for these illusions, for all versions of himself in all time and space!

That exit was to gradually produce the obsession of Guiyi.

In this way, he could complete the required task by taking a shortcut.

Let all versions of himself in all time and space form the thought of Guiyi.

And the illusion, originally limited by oneself, could only be an illusion, unable to affect reality, like a dream.

But this illusion… contains the truth! ===== CHAPTER 1251 =====