Chapter 1231: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1231: The End of the Passage!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

When Xu Zhangqing heard these words, a vague guess arose in his heart!

He had not yet had time to voice this guess when the third sigh followed close behind.

This sigh was longer than the previous two, and the voice became intermittent, as if, under the intertwining of extreme exhaustion and powerlessness, he was barely managing to say his final words: "Life is like morning dew, death like autumn leaves, returning to dust, repeating endlessly!"

Three sighs, three sentences.

One sentence longer than the last.

One sentence heavier than the last.

One sentence more like a dying man's soliloquy than the last.

After the last sound of the male voice faded away, the humming sound returned to the passage.

And the sighs never sounded again.

As if speaking these three sentences had exhausted "his" last strength.

Luo Qinghan was the first to break the silence, analyzing: "Three sentences, three layers of meaning.

The first sentence speaks of the Heavenly Dao being ruthless.

It stands high above, favoring no living being, treating all things in the world as straw dogs.

The second sentence speaks of us cultivators.

Seeking longevity, severing cause and effect, abandoning all ties in the mortal world.

The third sentence speaks of life.

As brief as morning dew, returning to dust like fallen autumn leaves, then repeating endlessly, cycling without cease."

Jin Buhuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Luo Siming dissects these three sentences from their content; I think I can look at it from another angle.

The person speaking, his tone from beginning to end had no anger, no curses, not even regret, only a near-cruel calm.

The first sentence, he says to treat all things as straw dogs.

Anyone else still struggling would have some unwillingness or anger in their tone, but he had none, merely stating a fact.

The second sentence, he speaks of seeking longevity, severing cause and effect, abandoning the mortal world.

By rights, he should be one of the cultivators, yet now he is an observer's perspective, as if evaluating a group of people unrelated to himself.

The third sentence, he speaks of returning to dust, repeating endlessly.

The tone of this sentence actually has a bit more warmth than the first two, but not sympathy for cultivators, rather pity for life.

Perhaps the other party personally witnessed the era they were in go from glory to destruction."

Mo Li rarely spoke, but her words made everyone present fall silent: "He is not telling others, but speaking to himself.

A person about to die, if they know someone is listening, their tone will unconsciously become a confession.

If no one is listening, the tone becomes like this, like someone talking to themselves.

Speaking the words out is not to make anyone remember them, but because not saying them would be a regret."

Luo Qinghan turned to look at Mo Li, and their gazes met in the air for an instant.

There was no emotion in Mo Li's gray pupils, but what she said was closer to that sigh than anyone present.

Loneliness is not being forgotten by others.

But clearly standing among a crowd, yet having no relation to anyone.

Hundred Li Hong tilted his head to think for a moment, then spoke: "I've been pondering the 'people' in these three sentences.

The first sentence speaks of those who do nothing.

Whether you are good or bad, cultivator or mortal, alive or dead, in his eyes they are all the same.

The second sentence speaks of people like us.

For longevity, we can throw away anything, throw away cause and effect, throw away the mortal world, and in the end we become a lonely thing.

The third sentence is even more interesting.

Life is like morning dew, death like autumn leaves, returning to dust repeating endlessly.

If these words were spoken by a mortal, they would feel life is hard but there is still the next life.

But spoken by a cultivator, especially by a cultivator who has painstakingly cultivated for thousands or tens of thousands of years and finally touched the threshold of longevity.

This is no longer comfort, but a curse.

You struggle your whole life to jump out of reincarnation, yet remain trapped inside it.

The person who spoke these three sentences, I reckon he is not evaluating any Heavenly Dao or any living beings, but cursing people!"

At this time, only Xu Zhangqing had not analyzed.

Everyone simultaneously shifted their gazes to him, and showed curious expressions.

Seeing everyone staring at him, Xu Zhangqing smiled at once: "Second Senior Sister, saw that the three sentences respectively speak of the Heavenly Dao, cultivators, and living beings.

President Jin, saw that the speaker is an onlooker.

Dao Friend Mo, saw that he is speaking to himself.

Senior Brother Hundred Li, saw that the speaker is cursing people.

And I..."

Saying this, he paused slightly, then continued: "I think, the first sentence might speak of gods.

Gods are ruthless and unknowing, standing high above the heavens, treating all things as straw dogs."

The second sentence, I believe, refers to immortals.

Immortals seek longevity, sever cause and effect, and discard the mortal world like worn-out shoes.

The third sentence, I believe, refers to all living beings.

"All things are born like morning dew, die like autumn leaves, return to dust, and cycle endlessly."

"Gods?"

"Immortals?"

"All living beings?"

Different people have different understandings.

"Sigh~"

Hundred Li Hong sighed after listening: "Lao Jiu, do you think anyone has transcended reincarnation?"

Xu Zhangqing blinked his eyes: "Who knows?"

No one can answer this question.

Everyone continued forward along the passage.

Strangely, since entering the passage, that footstep sound had never appeared again.

At first, everyone thought it was just a temporary silence, and the footstep sound could ring out again at any time.

However, after the five people walked half an hour, one hour, five hours in the passage, the footstep sound still never appeared.

In the passage, apart from a slight humming sound, it was exceptionally quiet.

They walked on for who knows how long.

In the passage of the Eternal Night Ruins, time became extremely unreliable.

Sometimes it felt like they had walked for half a day, but in reality only the time of a few cups of tea had passed.

Sometimes it felt like only a moment had passed, but perhaps a day and night had gone by.

The environment inside the passage began to change.

The breath exhaled by everyone, after leaving their mouths and noses, no longer dissipated, but floated in mid-air and slowly rolled.

Luo Qinghan stopped walking, reached out and grabbed a handful in the air; when she opened her palm, there was actually a mass of air she had caught in her palm.

And it condensed into a mass of translucent gelatinous substance.

Xu Zhangqing saw it in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Space is beginning to solidify, which shows that we are getting closer and closer to the Eternal Night Ruins."

Mo Li closely followed and said: "This space is trending toward stagnation; when it completely solidifies, everything still inside will be sealed."

The five people continued forward in the semi-solidified space at a speed more than twice as slow as before; the light and shadow images around them completely disappeared, and the semi-solidified space was completely opaque, like looking at things through several inches of amber.

The field of vision was dyed with a layer of outdated tone between deep brown and ink green; all lines became thicker, and all details were smoothed out.

Fortunately, Divine Sense was completely unaffected and still useful.

Not long after, the passage ahead no longer extended forward.

But was cut off by a black light.

No, saying "light" is not accurate.

It emits light while also devouring light!