Chapter 1163: Eternal Life: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Chapter 1163 A Single Sigh!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The moment Xu Zhangqing entered the crack, every sound by his ears changed.

The roaring of the Chaos Sea tides was stretched into an endless low drone.

Zhao Ziyue was right beside him, less than three feet away, yet he couldn't even hear the other's breathing.

The light and shadow around them flowed in a strange way, or rather, came alive.

Clearly a straight flight trajectory, yet the scenery before his eyes kept changing incessantly.

It was as if someone were flipping through a picture album at extreme speed, each page a frozen frame, strung together becoming flowing light and shadow.

The space within this gap was astonishingly large.

Xu Zhangqing spread his Divine Sense, made a rough estimate — the area he could perceive alone was at least several thousand li.

The entire space interior was an extremely unreal gray-white tone.

Like an unfinished landscape painting, the base color a void gray, atop which were scattered sporadically some "backgrounds" mottled with light and shadow.

Those backgrounds — some were complete scenes, some merely fragments.

All suspended in the gray-white void, varying in size, diverse in form.

Moreover, the deeper one went, the more mysterious those backgrounds became, the aura they exuded increasingly dense and bizarre.

Yes, bizarre.

Feeling this place was a bit off.

Why would so many backgrounds appear?

Every person who enters will give rise to this question in their heart!

As for those who entered earlier, they had already chosen positions in various places.

Baili Hong, sitting inside a gigantic ancient battlefield background.

Within that background, ten thousand horses and a thousand armies were locked in bloody struggle; the clash of sabers and swords, though warped in pitch by time laws, carried a killing intent so thick it would not dissolve.

Among the other Beidou Disciples, one chose a volcanic eruption's lava background, another a water-curtain cave heaven beside a ten-thousand-zhang waterfall.

Yet another female disciple, bold, chose a ruin relic of unknown era, sitting on the knee of a colossal god statue's remains.

By now her whole body was already shrouded in a blue halo, looking exceptionally mysterious.

"This is the gap?"

"Why does it feel weird?"

"Come to think of it, we've never entered before, don't know what the situation is at all!"

Xu Zhangqing and Zhao Ziyue exchanged a glance, both shaking their heads.

What they thought the gap was — merely a special space with a time flow different from the Wai Jie, nothing more.

But the situation now seen differed enormously from imagination.

Zhao Ziyue didn't expend much effort finding his position — it was a sea.

Precisely, a sea in vortex form.

The sea water's color, between deep purple and ink black.

The sea surface had no waves whatsoever; the entire sea rotated at a fixed speed, as if someone had installed a giant millstone at the bottom of the deep sea.

Countless fine water columns floated on the sea surface, the tops of the columns all pointing in the same direction, as if pulled from the sea by some unseen existence.

The most bizarre thing was this sea's reflection.

The sea surface should reflect the sky.

But this sea's surface reflected not the sky, but an unfamiliar star domain.

In the star domain, nine blood-red stars formed a ring, slowly rotating; each revolution, the entire sea's color deepened by a degree.

Zhao Ziyue stood before this sea, watched for a good while, corner of his mouth curling, inserted his bamboo fishing rod smoothly: "Right here."

Xu Zhangqing asked: "Don't you find it creepy?"

"Creepy what?"

Zhao Ziyue had already sat down: "I sit by the Gui Xu Long Mu fishing every day; that place is far more bizarre than this thing.

This, to me, is no different from the backyard pond."

"Fine."

Xu Zhangqing paid him no more mind, continued flying deeper.

Along the way he skimmed past dozens of different backgrounds.

Some were a continuous ancient mountain range, the mountain bodies carved with giant Spiritual Runes.

Some were a lone withered tree, on the tree hung a heart fruit still beating.

Some were an abandoned ancient city, the city's buildings all hanging inverted in mid-air, roads in the sky, roof tiles on the ground.

He tried stopping before a few backgrounds, but each time just as he was about to sit cross-legged, an indescribable sense of violation welled up from deep within.

Not that these backgrounds weren't good enough, but they didn't align with his Dao.

The Dao Xu Zhangqing cultivates is too mixed.

He has both the Five Elements Great Dao, the Green Emperor Great Dao, and also the Creation Dao, the Withering and Flourishing Dao, the Xuan Water Dao.

Ordinary backgrounds, no matter how dense their laws and Dao rhyme, cannot fully accommodate him.

Therefore, he could only continue moving deeper inside.

And unknowingly, there was no one else around Xu Zhangqing.

In the void, it was as if only he, a single living person, remained.

Even his own breathing sounded somewhat abrupt in this strange environment.

The background ahead grew increasingly bizarre; there were no longer complete landscapes, replaced instead by indescribable fragmented scenes.

First appeared a stretch of wreckage suspended in mid-air, belonging to no flying magic treasure, nor the corpse of a chaos species, but rather some metal of indiscernible material, age, and purpose.

It tumbled in the void, yet emitted no sound upon colliding with each other.

Immediately after, Xu Zhangqing saw an eye.

That eye was sealed within a layer of transparent substance, over ten zhang in size, its pupil vertical, already devoid of any vitality.

Yet it still clearly reflected the final scene it witnessed in life.

It was a burning star domain, countless stars being torn apart by some force, thick mist like blood surging from the cracks.

Further ahead, Xu Zhangqing saw a hand.

The size of that hand could no longer be measured in zhang.

Just the length of a single index finger exceeded fifty zhang.

Three withered rings were fitted on the fingers; the gems on the rings had shattered, but the inscriptions engraved on the ring surfaces were still faintly discernible.

Xu Zhangqing recognized not a single one, yet could sense the power sealed within them.

The palm faced upward, spread open, and deep within, faint golden light actually flickered.

He did not stop.

It was very obvious these things were not prepared for him.

They may have waited here for hundreds of millions of years, but the one they waited for was absolutely not Xu Zhangqing.

Continue forward.

The background grew increasingly abstract.

There were only spheres of light constantly shifting colors.

There were mirrors eternally cycling between shattering and restoring.

There was even a stretch of complete nothingness, without any image, yet emitting a hair-raising feeling.

Sigh~

Then, Xu Zhangqing heard a sigh.

This sigh was extremely light.

It carried no emotion — no sadness, no regret, no joy, not even like something a living person would emit.

Like some existence that had been silent for too long, so long it even forgot it was still silent, then in an inadvertent instant, leaked a trace of sound even it had not perceived!