Chapter 1039: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1039 Night Crying Trial—Part 2!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

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The Dao Heart Lotus Embryo emerged from between his eyebrows; on the surface of the crystal-clear, jade-like lotus embryo, the six tightly closed petals trembled in unison at this moment.

Starting from the root of the lotus embryo, it was as if something had been activated.

Immediately afterward, a dazzling crimson radiance exploded from the Fire Spirit Root, illuminating the entire Qi Sea into a scorching ocean.

A large amount of Fire Spirit Qi surged in, guided by the Dao Heart Lotus Embryo along the meridians, "igniting" Xu Zhangqing's four limbs and hundred bones, his whole person glowing from inside out.

Within three zhang around him, crimson firelight, yellow-brown Earth Qi, pitch-black Heavy Water, and emerald-green vitality formed an unprecedented domain around him.

Wood at the rear, Earth at the left, Water at the right, Fire directly ahead.

Four streaks of Law light shone upon each other, illuminating the Grey Plain as if it were broad daylight.

At the same time, a wisp of extremely fine yet pure enough to make one's heart tremble golden flame emerged from deep within the Fire Spirit Root.

Xu Zhangqing saw this and was surprised: "This is the Nirvana Heart Fire?!"

It was no larger than a fingertip, entirely golden in color, shaped like a lotus petal not yet fully bloomed, its edges emitting a soft light nearly warm.

It had no scorching high temperature, no tyranny that destroyed everything, simply winding quietly around the Fire Spirit Root, like a lit oil lamp.

But what burned in that lamp was the Root Fire capable of burning away all impurities and purifying all filth.

Nirvana Heart Fire, source of all fires.

Bathed in fire, not extinguished; burning away all cause and effect.

Heart fire, merging into the heart.

A warm current spread along the veins to the four limbs and hundred bones.

Wherever it passed, the sluggish meridians were inch by inch reopened.

The speed of mana circulation became faster and smoother than before.

More importantly, the stubborn residue difficult to expel from within his body, when burned by the Nirvana Heart Fire, turned into wisp after wisp of light smoke escaping from his pores.

Xu Zhangqing's aura and cultivation began to rise.

From Nascent Soul all the way up to Spirit Transformation First Layer, Spirit Transformation Second Layer, reaching Spirit Transformation Third Layer.

His cultivation, within just a few breaths, returned to the level it had fallen from.

Moreover, there was still a trend of continuing upward, until it rose from Threefold Spirit Transformation Early Stage to Threefold Spirit Transformation Middle Stage, then stopped.

In the mirror image's eyes, where gray mist surged, a look of horror finally appeared.

It did not understand: it had clearly shattered the other's Dao Heart, so why could he still stand up.

It did not understand: why this person could not only stand up, but become stronger than before.

But it knew it could not let this continue; it must stop him.

Immediately, it overlapped its palms before itself, all Wood Law power erupted, condensing into a ten-zhang-long Law Spear, the spear tip locking onto Xu Zhangqing's brow, or rather the Dao Heart Lotus Embryo, then emitting a sharp, piercing sound of tearing through the air.

Xu Zhangqing raised his eyelids, looking at that Law Spear, and slowly extended his right hand.

His palm opened slightly.

The golden flame jumped in his palm, only fist-sized, quiet as a candle flame.

However, when the Law Spear struck this candle flame, there was no loud noise, no explosion, no fierce clash between laws.

That spear, condensed with the mirror image's entire Law power, from spear tip to spear shaft, from dark green to gray white, finally turned into a wisp of green smoke, dissipating in the air.

After blocking this strike, the gray mist in the mirror image's eyes dissipated, its figure beginning to crumble from the edge: first the face exactly like Xu Zhangqing's, then the chest, limbs, fingertips; every crumbling fragment turned into nothingness before hitting the ground.

Xu Zhangqing withdrew his hand, looking at the Nirvana Heart Fire in his palm, and said suddenly: "It seems this is the trial of the Night Crying Secret Realm.

And the Nirvana Heart Fire is the product of cause and effect after I pass the assessment."

Around him, after the mirror image dissipated, the Grey Plain began to fade in color.

The originally dry gray-white land gradually lightened in color, like ink stains diluted by water.

He looked around again and found this space was somewhat brighter than when he first entered.

In the originally silent environment, there was a faint current of air, carrying a trace of weak vitality not belonging to this world.

In the distance, a golden light halo lit up, like a guide.

Xu Zhangqing straightened his clothes and walked toward that golden light halo, his figure gradually disappearing at the edge where light and shadow intertwined.

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At the same time, Qin Baili stood in a boundless Sword Tomb.

Beside him were all broken swords.

Some were slanted into black scorched earth, their sword bodies covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Some half-buried in rubble, their blades rusted away, leaving only a section of rotten sword hilt.

Others were scattered among sword steles, a pity the inscriptions on the steles were already blurred.

The remains of every sword emitted a mournful cry, strong or faint.

These divine weapons that once followed their Master to roam the world were now just cold scrap iron, forgotten in this Sword Tomb without even a name.

The mournful cries overflowing together from the remains of ten thousand swords enveloped the entire Sword Tomb.

Every person who stepped into this place would involuntarily want to grasp their weapon, then commit suicide on the spot.

Qin Baili stood at the Outer Perimeter of the Sword Tomb, his face under the mask showing no expression, then walked toward the Deepest Part of the Sword Tomb.

Soon, he saw a person.

A man exactly like himself, no mask on his face, features identical, holding an intact longsword in his hand.

The sword body was bright white as snow, its edge sharp as newly whetted, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding broken swords.

The mirror image said nothing, only raised the longsword in hand and pointed it at Qin Baili from afar.

The cold gleam on the sword edge split the air into faint hissing sounds.

Qin Baili looked at that longsword, thought it over, and summoned his Sunflower.

"Come on!"

On the Left Side, Mo Sha crouched before a huge dark red stone wall, looking at what lay before him, his brow furrowed into a knot.

The stone wall surface was rough and uneven, carved all over with ancient totems he had never seen before.

These patterns were completely different from the totems he had seen in the tribe as a child; they were not barbarian symbols of hunting, harvest, or fertility, but something older, closer to the source.

At the center of the totem was a huge eye; at the center of the eye there was no pupil, only a black vortex constantly spreading outward, and looking at it a few more times made one feel as if their divine soul would be sucked in.

Around the stone wall lay dozens of dried corpses.

Some leaned against the stone wall half-sitting, some lay face down on the ground before the stone wall.

They had no external injuries on their bodies, but every corpse's face was ferociously twisted, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying before death.

Below the stone wall, a thin layer of dark green mist clung to the ground as it moved; the mist seemed alive, automatically avoiding those dried corpses.

Mo Sha crouched down, then used his finger to draw several barbarian characters on the ground.

These barbarian characters were ancient phrases repeatedly chanted during tribal sacrifices, obscure and hard to understand; even he could only barely remember the pronunciation.

He wrote while chanting in a low voice.

The moment the Spell resounded, the ancient spiritual runes on the stone wall all lit up at once, and that huge Vortex Eye suddenly slowed its rotation speed.

Along with it, the surrounding dark green mist also retreated slightly.

Mo Sha was stunned for a moment, then wore a strange expression: "This old-fashioned Spell actually really is fucking useful!"