Chapter 1309: The Tenth Extreme!

Understanding the path of the Tenth Extreme, it is destined to be difficult and obstructed.

Even though Xu Qing has walked this path, often pondering and having many insights, even the Ming Shaozhu once demonstrated his own understanding to him...

But for Xu Qing, all of this can only serve as reference, not direct choice.

Because his Constitution's Flower must draw nourishment from his own experiences to bloom into his unique Law!

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

Xu Qing murmured, his raised foot hovering in midair without landing.

He was thinking.

Thinking whether his preparations were fully sufficient.

"The Five Elements as foundation, time and space superimposed, forming spacetime... then verified by this turbulence that my spacetime is deficient; understanding right and wrong as one, only then is spacetime."

"Thus, the foundation of spacetime Constitution is finally complete."

"Next..."

"If complete spacetime is regarded as a point, then..."

Xu Qing lifted his head, his foot suddenly landing.

At the moment of touching the void, his Ninth Extreme, transcending spacetime, transformed into a Dao sound, resonating outward in this spacetime turbulence.

"Bing Yu Die Zhou."

These four words seemed to possess strange magic, drawing Xu Qing's mind and spirit, continuously spreading outward, making him feel as if he were about to touch the deepest, most mysterious place in the universe.

In an instant, the void before his eyes suddenly shifted, as if he were infinitely rising at this moment, while the original spacetime turbulence he was in infinitely shrank.

Ultimately, in Xu Qing's cognition, spacetime became a point.

Within this point, all information contained in Xu Qing's spacetime Constitution existed.

And outside this point... within Xu Qing's cognition, he suddenly sensed more points forming.

Increasingly numerous, densely packed, eventually occupying his entire field of vision.

Forming countless flickering light points.

Intense spacetime power emanated from each light point; each seemed to contain a world, a spacetime, and the trajectories of all beings and things within that spacetime.

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

This is the Ninth Extreme Xu Qing once comprehended.

Bing Yu Die Zhou!

However, this Constitution, before he reached the peak of quasi-immortal, could only exert limited power; only after becoming a quasi-immortal great perfection could Xu Qing fully manifest it.

Thus Xu Qing gazed.

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

Like various scrolls, slowly unfolding before his eyes.

In one scroll, there was a scholar.

The scholar wore a moon-white long robe, head wrapped in a silk headscarf, holding an ancient book, pacing slowly in an elegant courtyard.

The courtyard was filled with blooming flowers, fragrant and secluded, yet the scholar's brow bore a faint trace of worry, as if pondering profound truths in the book or lamenting his unfulfilled ambition to rise to prominence.

Sometimes he would sit at the stone table, dip his brush in ink, and write; his characters were neat and yet revealed a stubborn resilience, as if each stroke wrote his persistent pursuit of worldly knowledge.

Yet he did not know that at this very moment, his counterpart outside spacetime was gazing at him.

In another spacetime, a knight-errant appeared.

He wore a bamboo hat, dressed in black martial attire, with a long sword hanging at his waist, the scabbard's pattern ancient and mysterious.

Now, he walked along the official road, posture straight as a pine, each step carrying a sense of ease and heroism.

Occasionally, mountain bandits and ruffians blocked the path; this knight-errant merely drew his sword lightly, the blade flashing cold light, and those petty scoundrels fell in heaps.

After sheathing his sword without pause, he continued forward toward the distance.

The evening sun hung in the heavens; his silhouette in the dim yellow light was stretched long and long.

As if carrying endless stories, that of the江湖's swift gratitude and vengeance, composed with热血 and chivalry into another kind of life.

Until the sun set.

Xu Qing outside spacetime withdrew his gaze.

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

As if wanting to see through these scrolls, to penetrate the long river of spacetime, to perceive the parallel patterns.

Thus he saw artisans, officials, butchers, bandits, children, and elders.

The myriad forms of life.

In another spacetime, Xu Qing saw a version of himself resembling a physician.

That physician, in a humble clinic, carefully took the pulse of the injured, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes smiling to comfort the patient.

A pair of skillful hands, adeptly handling various medicinal herbs, decocting soups or grinding powders, solely to alleviate others' suffering.

Sometimes he would carry his medicine box out, weaving through市井 alleys, face bearing a gentle smile, patient with every villager coming for consultation.

With his medical skill, in this small corner of the world, he guarded the health of the people.

Though ordinary, yet extraordinarily meaningful.

One self after another, one life after another.

They share similarities and differences.

Like the same seed, nurtured differently, blooming into flowers both similar and dissimilar.

Xu Qing watched silently, and slowly his eyes revealed a sense of sudden understanding.

"The me of the past, was wrong..."

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

"The me of the past, on this Ninth Extreme, only clung to the path belonging to cultivators within cognition."

"Therefore, the spacetimes I saw were all cultivators."

"Even to say, they were all versions of myself imagined by myself, that kind of parallel is false parallel."

"And true parallel, true parallel multiverse, in reality, is when my spacetime is complete, and using this turbulence to part the mist, what lies before my eyes is..."

"the myriad forms of human life."

"Within it, each kind of human life has its unique flavor, with its own joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness, they each have their own trajectory..."

Xu Qing murmured.

"This, is truly his Ninth Extreme, parallel multiverse."

"It is a grand scroll woven from countless choices, countless possibilities, countless fortunes intertwined."

"Unfortunately, I now cannot fully control it."

Xu Qing closed his eyes and spoke softly.

"Seeing and achieving are two links; this countless parallel spacetime, I now merely possess the qualification to see, as for intervening, what I can do is limited."

"Unless by the old way, but that is a minor path... like a single leaf blocking the eye."

"And seeing, is an expression of entering the Constitution of the Great Dao."

Xu Qing pondered.

"Then my Tenth Extreme, is from seeing to achieving?"

Xu Qing fell into thought.

He still had some doubts, not yet fully penetrated.

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

"Achieving, seems to also fall within the scope of the Ninth Extreme, at most half a step into the Tenth Extreme, not transcending..."

Xu Qing shook his head; this differed from his expected Tenth Extreme, there is a gap.

Thus Xu Qing continued to gaze upon those scrolls, watching the different versions of himself within.

Time, unknown how long it had passed.

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

That version of him in that spacetime, was somewhat special.

He was a painter.

This painter had painted many works in his life, delicate portraits of ladies, grand landscapes of Shanhe, lifelike birds and beasts, and was renowned far and wide.

Yet in his later years, for unknown reasons, he personally burned all his works, ultimately leaving only a blank sheet of xuan paper.

Then he gazed at that blank paper for a long time, lifted his brush, and on that blank paper, painted only a single stroke.

At the moment the brush tip paused, Xu Qing outside spacetime, watching this scene, his mind and spirit trembled.

He whispered softly.

"Return to One..."

"This is Return to One!"

"The Tenth Extreme, is Return to One!"

Xu Qing's eyes instantly flashed with unprecedented light; all the mist in his mind vanished in that instant.

"So now the problem is... how to Return to One!"

Xu Qing gazed at the scrolls before him, seeing countless versions of himself within; regarding how to Return to One, he actually already had an answer in his heart.

"Let within the parallel multiverse, all spacetimes of me, give rise to the thought of Return to One."

"Using this thought as a guide, like a thread, connecting all spacetimes of myself!"

"Thus, we can gather all thoughts of Return to One, forming Return to One in consciousness across all parallels!"

"As for how to achieve it..."

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes; he knew the greatest obstacle before him now was the incompleteness of the Ninth Extreme.

The Ninth Extreme, though he could observe it, he could not fully control it.

"Only able to intervene in a small part."

And if only intervening in a small part, wanting all versions of myself across spacetimes to clearly understand the thought of Return to One, this is too difficult.

On one hand, there are too many spacetimes; on the other, the myriad forms of human life, different versions of myself, give rise to countless distracting thoughts, impossible to unify their consciousness.

This requires fully possessing the power to command parallels.

Xu Qing's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"Actually, there is still a clever way..."

"God of Suffering..."

Xu Qing suddenly raised his hand, from his immortal fetus, from within its immortal palace, took out the coffin where the God of Suffering he had suppressed resided.

Placing it before him, the moment it was set down, waves spread in all directions, and Xu Qing's right hand rose, without hesitation pressing down on this coffin.

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

Flooding into the divine spirit within the coffin, already drained of oil and wick.

Achieving a certain degree of control over it.

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

His plan was to borrow the divine authority of this God of Suffering to weave an illusion for all versions of himself across spacetimes.

According to different lives, different experiences, different obsessions, different illusions are formed.

Finally, let all versions of oneself across all times and spaces, within their respective illusions, be immersed just as they were initially, unable to distinguish truth from falsehood.

What he needs is to leave the same exit for this illusion, for all versions of himself across all times and spaces.

That exit is to gradually produce a unifying obsession.

Thus, one can cleverly accomplish what is required.

Let all versions of oneself across all times and spaces form the thought of unity.

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

But this illusion... contains truth!