Chapter 673: The Sky is Bright

This cool light flowed down, and the dusty Rising Sun Mansion lit up again. This thought of ignorance in the Great Void was like accumulated snow meeting scorching light, disappearing completely. The seawater rippled again, and the lotus flowers bloomed again. Li Ximing only felt a cool and quiet meaning flowing in the Rising Sun Mansion, like drinking ice and snow, the ignorance in his heart disappeared completely.

'【Talisman Seed eliminated this ignorance!】'

Joy surged in his heart. His spiritual sense penetrated out of the Rising Sun Mansion, peeping at the boundless darkness, empty of everything. Underneath, the heavenly light was brilliant, a mouthful of cool air sank under his tongue, sweet liquid oozed in his throat, and the thought of ignorance had passed.

At this moment, his spiritual sense had already left his body along with the Rising Sun Mansion. The so-called 'mouth' was actually the Rising Sun Mansion, but the spiritual sense had no reference, using inherent senses to replace it, so he felt it was the mouth.

And the cool meaning in his mouth was the supernatural power in the Rising Sun Mansion. Seeing the talisman seed manifest its power, he rushed to the last pass in one breath. Li Ximing's joy faded, not daring to be careless, only closing his mouth tightly.

"There are still infinite illusions!"

Then void gave birth to existence, banners fluttered, gold stepped into the darkness, horse neighing was noisy, scolding sounds moved the sky, actually manifesting a troop of horses.

This group of people were all wearing gold armor, with different appearances, holding spears and guns, each vivid, the leader wearing a phoenix-winged helmet, covering his appearance with a mask, riding a tall horse, holding the reins, stepping into the air, holding a golden spear, pressing it on his throat.

"Drink!"

Instantly, the surroundings were full of gold-armored people, drawing swords and pulling bows, all using weapons to restrain him. Li Ximing looked down, his two hands empty, wearing plain clothes, just a mortal body.

"Who are you!"

The scenery in the distance became clearer, actually already in the valley. This general pressed his throat and shouted:

"Why are you here!"

Li Ximing knew that the supernatural power was in his mouth, unwilling to open his mouth. The general was suspicious and angry, and the personal guards on both sides forced him, a thousand people in one voice, like thunder roaring.

This kind of momentum could not scare Li Ximing. He didn't speak. The general was furious, trusted the horse and left, scattering like wind with all the personal guards.

Li Ximing just relaxed his eyebrows. From somewhere in the corner, a black-patterned tiger jumped out, biting his calf, only hearing a crisp "clack". The tiger's teeth hooked the skin and flesh, pulling out white bones and tendons, blood splashing everywhere.

Li Ximing was in extreme pain and waved his hand to drive it away, but a large snake with a purple head darted out from behind him. Its pupils were pale yellow, slippery and elusive, and it tore open his chest in one bite, snatching away flesh and skin before leaving.

He reached out to cover it, only touching a few bare ribs. A triangular flat-headed viper jumped up, drilled into his stomach in one breath, pulled his intestines out in a hot string, scattering them all over the ground.

All kinds of poisonous insects and fierce beasts jumped out from the corners, scrambling to snatch his body. Li Ximing closed his mouth in a blur, gradually forgetting where he was, only knowing that the supernatural power was in his mouth, and he couldn't open his mouth.

The beasts soon scattered, heavy rain poured down, lightning and thunder flashed, and the general led people here again, bringing a large copper tripod, burning red, hot oil boiling.

He said:

"Who are you?"

Li Ximing still refused to respond. Then he saw a group of people dragged here from far to near. The leader was white-haired, old and decrepit, exactly Grandfather Li Xuanshan.

The armored soldiers on both sides took out boards, pitch-black and bloody, hit the old man with fifty boards, and came to ask him again. Seeing him not answering, they each took out blood-stained files and began to file his five fingers.

The old man screamed to the sky, Li Ximing still closed his mouth, until the five fingers were filed away, the general picked up the old man, placed him on the oil pot, and said coldly: "Speak your name and be exempted."

The old man's blood dripped into the tripod, oil bubbles splashed, all were hot bubbles, requesting with a hoarse voice. Li Ximing didn't respond, closed his eyes and didn't look. The general had to let go, ordered the left and right: "This demon's magic spell is about to be completed, cannot be left."

So the armored soldiers came up on both sides, one holding a spear, stabbing straight into his chest, emitting a muffled sound of weapons entering flesh, the other wielding a knife, his neck cold, flowers falling from the sky, Li Ximing almost loosened his mouth.

Drowsy for a while, a piece of darkness appeared in front of his eyes, iron chains were heavy on both sides, crossing his arms, two necks tied to his waist and abdomen, heavy until he couldn't lift his head, two cold gazes fell on his face.

Two people were standing on the left and right, one holding a document, small characters like ants and flies, vaguely seeing names like "Nine Nether Ghost Envoy", "Tenth Generation Compassionate King". Li Ximing neither opened his mouth, and these two ghost-hooking people didn't ask him, all the way to the netherworld.

Li Ximing saw a piece of collapsed city wall, iron plates everywhere, two little ghosts were using slender spoons to pour copper juice, boiling hot and red, without saying a word, threw him in, pushed him into the copper juice with two spoons, skillfully scooping up copper juice to pour on him.

This copper juice pierced his chest and rotted his belly, hot enough to almost take his consciousness. If it were a mortal body, he would have lost his voice out of instinct, not exemptible by consciousness. Fortunately, this was a spiritual body, barely controllable.

After pouring once, the little ghosts fished him up, then heard a ghost say:

"Rare to see such a good ghost to torture, I'm afraid there are not many ghosts in the world."

Another ghost answered: "Isn't it? The Mansion Lord is in seclusion, 'Upper Witch' and 'Xiukui' have not returned to their positions for a long time, people die as they die, where are there any ghosts to speak of."

The two turned him over, iron staff pestle, fire pit pot soup, knife mountain sword forest tried one by one. Halfway through, the ghost-hooking person brought over a white-haired old man. A ghost shouted: "Lord, which fellow Daoist did you bring?"

This ghost-hooking person stood sideways beside the old man, answering: "It is fellow Daoist Chi Wei."

Li Ximing almost groaned, raised his head to look, and sure enough, saw an old man standing beside the ghost-hooking person, wearing Qingchi uniform, looking down at him from above.

The little ghost glanced at him, smiled:

"Any grievances? The Great King is watching in the sky, he is the Tenth Generation Compassionate King, you open your mouth, and this person will be knocked down."

Li Ximing struggled, lowered his head and didn't speak, not even a groan, his heart was dim, the little ghost gritted his teeth, filed him even more ruthlessly, accepted everything, and said above:

"This person is sinister, send him to the Cang Sea to be a woman."

Li Ximing followed to reincarnate in a dim way, finally bright in front of his eyes. This time even the supernatural power contained in his mouth was forgotten, only thinking about not being able to open his mouth.

He looked around, born in a wealthy family, but suffered from all kinds of diseases, unwilling to open his mouth to eat, unwilling to take medicine, but his life was worry-free, but without medicine, all kinds of diseases were painful and unbearable, gritting his teeth without making a sound, the family only treated him as a mute girl, born extremely beautiful.

But he never ate, tried to pry it open early, the lips were like iron, no matter how he pried, he couldn't open half a point. Clearly didn't eat, but grew up day by day, the parents secretly feared.

But lying in bed, unable to speak, but born beautiful, so relatives came and went, didn't know the truth, often teased with words, secretly wiped oil, grew up to sixteen years old, suffering unspeakably.

Finally, a man surnamed Lu in the same village came to propose marriage. The family married her off hastily, fortunately, Lu Sheng loved her very much, loved each other for several years, her body gradually improved, had a son and a daughter, but no matter how Lu Sheng begged, she refused to open her mouth.

One day, she was weaving at home, Lu Sheng's face was red, full of alcohol, pushed the door and entered, raised the male baby on the couch, looked coldly, and shouted: "You haven't eaten for three years, what kind of monster are you? This child has human skin, how do you know if it's human? The immortal master on the road told me that you sleeping with me is to eat my official luck!"

He was burly, furious, grabbed the child, raised his two feet above his head, Li Ximing couldn't grab it, Lu Sheng shouted:

"Speak!"

Seeing that she still didn't open her mouth, Lu Sheng threw it with force, the male baby fell on the stone, shattered, brains cracked.

Li Ximing only felt a rush of blood hitting his brain, the cool meaning in his mouth surged back and forth, some weak sounds came from his throat, as if struck by thunder, groaned for a long time:

"Puff..."

His face was blue and white, finally sprayed a mouthful of blood, bringing out half a tongue, mixed in the blood all over the ground, everything mixed into a deep dark red, flickering in front of his eyes.

He raised his head, Lu Sheng's anger reflected in his eyes, becoming farther and farther away, he floated up lightly, quickly moving away from these infinite illusions.

That cool air rushed straight to his brain, everything in front of his eyes faded rapidly, returning to infinite darkness, all memories returned to his brain, Li Ximing only felt his whole body light as nothing.

The ice and snow in Ju Que Court melted rapidly, intense flames sprayed out, echoing in the aperture, Li Ximing seemed to float from boundless darkness to infinite brightness, gardenias surged, camel bells rang, bright in front of his eyes.

"Boom!"

He only felt flying from the spot, escaping into the place where infinite truth magic doors were, darkness empty, stars in the sky were far and near, in the Great Void, it seemed that countless people were sitting upright.

Flying all the way to the top of the Great Void, it seemed to be covered by clouds and mist, countless remains, spiritual energy became thinner and thinner, the Great Void also narrowed and broke, turning gray, making his eyes ache, falling back from the bottom.

Underneath was a boundless desert, passes standing on it, heavenly gates towering, seventy-two ridges on the corner tower distinct, white gate feet with many patterns, bright light dazzling.

His consciousness kept falling into it, falling into the deepest part with this heavenly gate, finally falling from the vast Great Void, falling back into the present body.

Li Ximing opened his eyes suddenly.

It was dark in front of him, sparse vegetation swaying in front of him, cold water turned from a little snow rolling down, ticking.

In front of him was a golden table, the black jade box on it was smashed by magic power, scattered all over the ground, as for the jade bottle containing Ziming Pill, it didn't know which corner it flew to.

The mountain top was a mess, as if it had been ravaged by monsters hundreds of times, the jade pillar collapsed, the highest one fell beside him, the handwriting he left behind was dim, covered by vines and hard to see clearly.

The array patterns gathering spiritual energy were also scattered, vegetation grew wantonly under the illumination of bright light, almost covering the entire mountain top, scattered with small golden sand, gold-white smoke drifting back and forth.

It was the darkest time of the day, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the white moonlight flowed, the gold-white smoke on the ground emitted a faint light, which had a different kind of beauty.

"Clatter......"

Li Ximing stood up from the ground, and the dead leaves on his body fell all over the ground with a clatter.

There was no heavenly light in the young man's pupils, and there was no bright light surrounding him when he moved. The gold-white Dao robe even looked a bit ordinary. He was younger, and his skin was whiter.

Li Ximing seemed to have no big changes from before, only a white-gold dot between his eyebrows, this dot was not painted or dotted, bright as heavenly light shining, illuminating all directions.

Li Ximing didn't move for a long time, a circle of colorful light slowly expanded behind his head, the gold-white Bright Yang supernatural power color emerged from his side, draped over him, rushing into the sky, more than nine feet high.

He finally moved his lips and teeth, spitting out a mouthful of heavenly light.

This mouthful of heavenly light hadn't landed yet, purple flames ignited out of thin air, like a flexible snake, wandering and flying in mid-air, the flame was purple outside and gold inside, scorching and pressing, the dazzling flame light scattered with heavenly light gold powder around, shining, blown by the fire, permeating everywhere.

The purple flames spread along the ground, and within a breath, the entire Mount Wushan was ignited. As the purple flames permeated, gardenia trees grew on the spot, rising from the ground, the tree crowns were wide, and white gardenia flowers drifted in the rolling flames, scattering snow white all over the ground.

The surging purple flames rushed into the sky, purple outside and gold inside, burning the sky bright first.

And the brilliant morning light was rising rapidly from the distance, the purple flames on the mountain rushed into the sky, Li Ximing was draped in Bright Yang light, standing under the gardenia tree, snow-white petals rolling all over the ground.

The first ray of morning light passed through the array and fell into his pupils.

The next moment, this ray of morning light had been trapped in his eyes, his eyes turned light gold, light flowing, the Dayan Golden Pupil had already reached the extreme early.

These eyes slowly raised in the firelight, looking at the distant south, the clouds in the sky above his head scattered, sprinkling bright white brilliance.

"It's bright."

Wangyue Lake.

Wangyue Lake had some light snow, the moonlight was bright, the cold lake light reflected, the evening wind blew, the waves were sparkling, and the escape light in the sky came and went, actually having some immortal family atmosphere.

It was the time of the Rat, most of the lights in Wangyue Lake were extinguished, but many patrolling and guarding cultivators didn't rest, coming and going, flying on the lake, like colorful ribbons.

Qingdu Mountain vegetation was lush, the talisman pavilion on the side peak was made of red wood, exquisite and simple, the old man washed the inkstone in front of the pavilion, carried the talisman ink in, laid the talisman paper on the table, and paused with the pen.

The old man was always busy, the night was late, it was the time of the Rat, but he didn't stop the pen, still drawing talismans one by one, only looking at the vermilion talisman traces appearing on the yellow paper bit by bit, spitting out breath, and drew another talisman.

Li Xuanshan put it away, suddenly feeling that the light in front of him was quite bright, extinguished some magic lamps at will, suddenly felt something wrong:

"Where did the brilliance come from..."

He raised his eyebrows to look, there were already more than a dozen cultivators standing scattered on the lake, near or far, all staring blankly at the east, these people were draped in golden light, their shadows stretched very long on the lake.

The old man's gaze moved, finally seeing the brilliant golden morning light rising.

The golden brilliance reflected in his turbid pupils, the talisman pen in the old man's hand fell on the case with a "clatter", rolled twice, staining the talisman paper with ink, wasting this sheet in vain.

Li Xuanshan didn't hear it, only supported the window, his old face was full of morning light, tears welled up in his eyes, forced to close his eyes, breathing heavily.

Winter month 22nd, time of the Rat, Wangyue Lake moonlight avoided, the sky is bright. ===== CHAPTER 674 =====