As the Universe Turns - Chapter 42

Chapter 42 Divine Sense
“Ah?”

Yi Chen was a little confused. He finally picked this one. He hadn’t had time to read it yet, but seeing the solemn expression on the elder’s face, he could only reluctantly hand it back. “Elder, what is this secret manual called?” He asked.

The elder frowned, his expression still very serious. Didn’t the Sect Leader order that the secret manual should be withdrawn and sealed long ago? Why is there another one here? Could it be that he was careless when he was cleaning up?

This was a serious mistake. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel a little panicked. He looked at the youth again. He heard that the youth’s aptitude wasn’t that good. Even if he looked at the front, he shouldn’t be able to remember it at all. Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved. He said, “This secret manual isn’t suitable for disciples to cultivate. Go find another one.”

“Oh.”

Yi Chen felt that the boss was boring, but he had no choice but to search for it. However, after searching around, he still thought of the secret manual from before. For some reason, he only took a rough look at it. It was as if those words had been deeply imprinted into his mind.

In the afternoon, he casually chose a mental technique and went back. At night, he cultivated alone. He still thought of the strange secret manual of the day. The book mentioned the word “Three Elements Burning Heart”. It was a miraculous technique that could break through the shackles and increase his cultivation by several folds in a short period of time. However, it seemed that he would suffer a backlash once the time passed? Look at that elder’s strange appearance today. Could it be that this is Xuanqing Sect’s forbidden technique? Who cares? Since the breakthrough in cultivation is so slow now, why don’t you try cultivating?

In the following days, Yi Chen went to the Heavenly Lake Valley every three days. The rest of the time was spent cultivating alone on Purple Night Peak, or cultivating the Jade Light Heart Technique under Master’s guidance. Time passed in a hurry. In a flash, three months passed. In his spare time, he would also go to the Immortal Burial Cliff to talk to the old man who swept the floor.

Ling Yin was known as Fairy Miaoyin, so she was naturally good at music. Among them, Qin Xiao was the leader. The jade flute in her hand was called the Nine Heavens Blue Falling Flute. It was also a rare magic treasure in the world. Once the flute sounded, no one could resist it. Yi Chen also learned some zither skills under her guidance. Sometimes, the master and disciple would play a tune together on the Bipo Jade Platform’s Qin Flute.

One day, Yichen took out the Fuxi zither and played it. Just as he was intoxicated, he suddenly heard a strange voice coming from the zither, “Kid! You’ve disturbed me to death, why don’t you stop!”

This was clearly the voice of a youth. Yichen’s shock was not trivial. Master had never said that there were gods living in this zither. Later, she found out that this zither was the Fuxi zither, and that the youth was the zither soul.

Yi Chen had grown up on Purple Night Peak since he was a teenager. He was lonely and had no senior brother or sister. Now that he had an ancient soul as his companion, it was very interesting. However, ever since then, he could not call out his zither soul. One day, he thought of a way to play the zither in the Purple Bamboo Forest. Finally, he was bored all day and night and revealed his appearance, “Kid!” Don’t blame me for being impolite the next time you dare to use this method to force me to appear! ”

Seeing that the zither soul was angry, Yi Chen felt even more amused. In the future, he would always use this method to call him out. After a while, the two of them finally got to know each other. Although they had always been cold and arrogant, they seemed to have become the only friends in this life.

“Brat, I am an ancient soul. Every time I wake up, I will accompany the changes in the world. And the previous masters of this zither have often died miserably. Aren’t you afraid?”

In the Purple Bamboo Forest, night and day were hanging on the ground. His hands were tied to his chest, and his expression was cold and arrogant. However, there was a trace of loneliness in his eyes. He was the Fuxi zither soul, and had long since surpassed the three dimensions and six dao. It was immortal. However, he had seen too many deaths. He had personally witnessed the death of every master of the Fuxi zither, and then fell into deep sleep.

A mortal’s life was too short, and he would eventually die. Therefore, he no longer made friends with anyone, lest the separation between life and death would only increase his sadness. That was why he had become so cold and arrogant.

At this moment, Yichen was not only not afraid, he also found it even more interesting. He smiled and said, “Since Master has given me the Fuxi Zither, I am not afraid! I still have this jade to protect me. Look.” As he spoke, he took out the blood jade that Ling Yin had given him earlier.

Speaking of which, this blood jade was also strange. Every time he held it in his hand, it felt like his bloodline was connected. In the night, he would sometimes have some terrifying nightmares, just like the bloody dreams he had often dreamed of when he was young.

Su Ye didn’t even look at the blood jade in his hand. He coldly snorted and returned to the zither.

…

Time flowed like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, three more summers passed.

On a rolling mountain peak in the sea of clouds, he saw cold smoke pervading the sea of clouds. The zither music floated above the sea of clouds. The zither player was a young man. He wore white clothes and had an ancient zither placed in front of him. His hands were gently raised and slowly plucked, as if he was an immortal on a jade lake, not touching the fireworks of the mortal world.

Naturally, he was Xiao Yichen. When he first came to Purple Night Peak, he was still a young boy. Now, after six years, he was already a young man with sharp eyebrows.

The zither music gradually subsided. Yi Chen placed his hands on the strings to stop the music. After a long time, he slowly activated his cultivation technique. He took a deep breath and softly read, “Thinking too much, wait for the deities to come and go. In order to communicate with the deities, there should be no way. And the deities are already there …”

After reading this, Yi Chen gently closed his eyes. Although he closed his eyes, his heart was clear as if he could clearly see the sea of clouds slowly surging with the wind, as if he could see a thousand-year-old ancient pine under the cliff, as if he could see a fallen leaf slowly circling around his shoulder …

“This is …”

Yi Chen was suddenly shocked. However, at this moment, he was distracted. The images in his mind instantly disappeared. When he opened his eyes, he saw a leaf on his shoulder. He couldn’t believe it. Just now … it was his divine sense that had just left his body! Then his cultivation realm had already …

If Qiankun in his sleeve was the first mysterious realm in cultivation, and he only needed to master the stage of refining Qi to master it, then the second mysterious realm in cultivation was the stage of divine sense out of the body, which allowed him to observe things with his heart. With divine senses, he needed to reach the stage of refining Qi to be able to cultivate.

Yi Chen was overjoyed. After three years, he had finally reached the realm of Qi Refining God! Impatiently, he put away the zither and hurried to inform his master of the news.

“Yes, with divine sense.”

Ling Yin nodded slightly. She was still as cold and cold as before. There was always no sorrow or joy on her face. Three years ago, Xiao Yichen was still at the top of her eyebrows. Now, she was half a head taller than her. The teenager of the past had finally grown up.

“Master, I have reached the stage of refining the Qi God!”

Yi Chen said excitedly, but Ling Yin’s face remained calm. “You need to consolidate it again,” she said.

“Mm! When the time comes, I will participate in the Heavenly Gate Martial Meeting, so they can’t say anything else.”

Yi Chen nodded his head forcefully, looking extremely excited. After a while, he calmed down a little before saying, “Master, the Heavenly Gate will be martial arts in a month. I want to go down the mountain to see Ah Niang.”

Ling Yin looked at him quietly. For so many years, she had already cut off all ties to the mortal world, but this child was still worried. If this continued, it would be even harder for him to ascend to the Azure Heavens. He was so worried, when would he become the Grand Dao …

“Master? What’s wrong with you?” Yi Chen asked doubtfully when he saw Master’s expression suddenly turn strange.

“Yes, we will go down the mountain tomorrow and return before dark.”

“Yes!”

Yi Chen nodded his head forcefully and headed towards his own courtyard. However, he felt that something was strange along the way. What happened to Master just now? He had never seen her lose her mind before.

The next morning, Yi Chen descended the mountain with his sword. He was halfway down the mountain when he saw the sea of clouds spreading out. A faint red sword light approached and transformed into a girl dressed in a pale red dress. However, seeing the girl standing on her sword, her clothes fluttering like a fairy from the Jade Lake. Compared to three years ago, she looked even more extraordinary. She was naturally Qianyu Ni Shang.

Now that she had grown up, she had taken off the childish aura of a young girl from back then and gained a third of her peerless and independent immortal aura. Seeing that she had come to stop her, Yi Chen asked, “Junior Sister, why are you stopping me here?”

Nichang snorted, “Who is your junior sister? Call me junior sister. Speaking of which, you’re sneaking off so quickly, aren’t you secretly going down the mountain without telling your master?”

“Pei pei pei! Don’t talk nonsense, there’s no such thing!” Yi Chen looked back guiltily, then turned around and said, “Master allowed me to go down the mountain to visit Niang.”

“Oh, that’s right.” Nichang nodded his head and stepped forward with his sword. He smiled and said, “Excellent. I also want to see the village below the mountain. Why don’t I come with you?”

“You’re with me?”

Yi Chen frowned. Over the past three years, the two of them had often practiced swordsmanship together and studied their own profound arts. However, Yi Chen knew very well that Xuanqing Sect had a sect rule. Disciples of the seven peaks were not allowed to privately teach each other the profound arts of their respective self-esteem. Therefore, every time he pointed it out, he would never dare to say anything else.

As for the two of them, they were in the midst of Fang Hua. However, Yi Chen had been meditating on cultivation for all these years, and his heart was as still as water as his master’s. It was because he had always treated Qianyu Nichang as his junior sister for a long time, and there was no other reverie in his heart.

“What? You can’t?” Nichang got closer and a fragrance pounced on him. Yi Chen scratched his head and smiled, “Then let’s go.”

In the afternoon, the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain. It was the early summer of June. Although they could not compare to the immortal energy on the Mysterious Cyan Mountain, the foot of the mountain was quite quiet.

Along the way, Nichang saw him hesitate to say anything, and he smiled and asked, “What’s wrong? What’s there to hide?”

“No, nothing.”

Yi Chen smiled. He wanted to tell the other party about his advancement to the Qi Refining God Stage, but then he remembered that he had only just reached the early stage of the Qi Refining God Stage, yet the other party might have already reached the realm of “Void God Refining”. Wouldn’t that make her laugh at him again?

“Hmph.” Nichang snorted softly and said, “Don’t hide it. I saw just now that your aura is completely different from that of a month ago. Have you refined the Qi God?”

“So, Junior Sister has already noticed …”

Yi Chen smiled embarrassedly, but he couldn’t help but sigh softly in his heart. No matter how he cultivated, could it be that he was still separated from her by heaven and earth? She could tell her cultivation realm at a glance, but she had never seen through her cultivation realm for all these years.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he always felt that the other party was like the high and mighty Fairy of the Jade Lake, and he seemed to be the inconspicuous disciple of Pingyang Peak.

“Since you’ve broken through, why don’t you say it out loud?”

Nichang suddenly smiled and ran forward. Yi Chen stared blankly at her figure and didn’t know what to say.

“What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and leave, idiot.”

Nichang turned around and put his hands behind his back. He smiled sweetly. Eighteen-year-old Jade Years was like the girl in the painting. Only then did Yi Chen regain his senses and gently tapped his feet before flying over.

Outside Ning Village, a stream quietly flowed past. The surface of the water was clear to the bottom. Occasionally, a few carps would swiftly pass through. Flowers bloomed on the shore, and willows swayed in the wind. The scenery was quite good. However, why was there no one in broad daylight? Yi Chen couldn’t help but feel a little strange. How could the village be so quiet today?

(End of this chapter)

Fan Waipai · Character Analysis

Daoist Withered Pine: That is to say, the sweeping old man from the Immortal Burial Cliff. He was originally the previous generation’s Supreme Violet Night Peak, and his cultivation was at the peak. He was Daoist Qingxuan’s Martial Uncle. Because of the change in the Violet Night Peak that year, he was unable to protect his only disciple, Shen Cangming, so he resigned from the position of Violet Night Peak.

From the dialogue between the article and Qing Xuan, it could be seen that Ku Song deeply regretted and blamed himself for the past, but he was more helpless. For example, the first sentence on the stage, “The Dao of Shu is difficult to ascend to the Azure Heavens.” Every single word was filled with helplessness and regret. The disciples of the past wholeheartedly asked, but in the end, the heavens did not fulfill their wishes. Another example was “Fallen leaves drift away, they must return to their roots”. Cang Ming was the leaf, and Xuan Qing was the root. The fallen leaves swept away and returned, but his former lover could never return.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this sense of regret and self-blame, as well as his deep helplessness towards the human world, that Ku Song chose to stay where his former beloved disciple had jumped, never to meddle in the affairs of the sect, and never to accept any disciples.

The withered leaves on Lian Fengtai could not be completely swept away. With Ku Song’s ability, he could gently wave his sleeve and completely disappear. However, he still swept away the fallen leaves like a day for ten years. Perhaps it was because of the yellow leaves that filled the sky on that day when Cang Ming jumped off the cliff.

Such a person with many past was always easy to touch, especially when the protagonist of the present day was as similar as Cang Ming.

Moreover, Kusong had been staying in Xuan Qing for hundreds of years. Was there any other reason? Everyone can make bold guesses.