Chapter 2489: Heaven's Will is Like a Blade

Among the heavens' chosen of the present world, some are for family, some for country, some for fame, some for the Dao, each pursuing their own goal. Only Wang Changji does one thing—search for white bones.

From Fenglin City, he set out, from the present world to the netherworld, from the netherworld searching to this void, all the way chasing the traces of white bones.

Jiang Wang's Heavenly Human Dharma Aspect descended into the great world of the netherworld, killed the True God Youmeng, accepted the Yinshan Ghost Old Man, became the new master of the White Bones God Palace, and nearly occupied the core territory of the former white bones. As he sat on the white bones throne like a god, he constantly thought—

If I were white bones, what would I seek? Where would I go?

Heaven's will is unpredictable, and It's heart is hard to know.

To find the true body of white bones that descended into the world is almost impossible!

Even confirming that It has already reincarnated into the present world. Even obtaining much intelligence from the White Bones God Palace, able to frame a rough time period. That is still an endless sea, a bottomless abyss.

The present world is vast, with a massive population born and dying every instant.

A difference of even one breath in the time of descent can lead to an error of ten thousand li.

Although it is known that white bones have descended, in exactly which time and moment its life was born, and in which place, is it male or female, is it wise or foolish?

Its personal scheme, is it planned for ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years?

One thought different, and there are infinite changes.

White bones could be a chosen son of heaven, or just one among the ordinary crowd. It could read a hundred schools to seek ten thousand years, and it is not necessarily impossible to face the yellow earth and first experience a life.

Forming the white bones Dao embryo is already a transcendental feat. It has reset infinite possibilities for itself.

Jiang Wang often observes the present world from the netherworld world, gazing at time and space from the White Bones God Palace, thinking whether in some moment, his line of sight could overlap with that of white bones, seeing the exact point white bones once gazed upon, thereby meeting It.

But the present world is so vast, people are like grains of sand in a long river, countless, and also like distant night stars, some bright, some dim.

In the end, they could not find It.

But in the long pursuit, they also discovered one thing—

The White Bones True God almost abandoned everything It had in the netherworld: Its honorific name, the White Bones God Palace, the White Bones faithful… Almost all of It's long accumulation in the netherworld was left behind.

Only one thing disappeared with It's disappearance.

That is.

All the dead waters in the netherworld world, only the Nine Springs hide a spark of life.

These Nine Springs are: Feng Spring, Ya Spring, Yellow Spring, Cold Spring, Yin Spring, You Spring, Lower Spring, Bitter Spring, Ming Spring.

They are the ultimate treasures of this great world, to some extent even the mark of the netherworld.

Putting aside their significance to a great world, their inherent value is no less than that of Cave Heaven treasures in the present world. Like those Immortal Palaces, Pure Lands, they can be called treasures of the Cave Heaven class.

Various powerful beings inevitably drew their bows and pursued them, like hunting deer in the wilderness, each gaining from the hunt.

Over a long time, the Nine Springs frequently changed masters. That treasure spring's living water, who knows how much divine blood it has stained, how many resentments it holds!

But there are also several netherworld treasure springs that have always kept their cauldron, allowing no others to stain them. For example, the Yellow Spring has always been held by the White Bones True God; from the beginning, it was Its forbidden domain.

It could even be said that it is the foundation of It's path to achievement!

In the preaching process of the White Bones Dao, believers must often chant the name "Yellow Spring".

Wang Changji, once a White Bones Dao child, and Jiang Wang, once mistaken as a White Bones Dao child, both don't know how many times they heard "at the bottom of Wangchuan, the abyss of Yellow Spring". Later, one in the light, one in the dark, they almost swept clean the White Bones believers in the present world, making this sound unheard in the human world.

But whenever there were some small sects and factions that believed in the Yellow Spring, they would also conveniently exterminate them.

Yet after many more years, they have come to search for this chanted word within the void!

Wang Changji especially believes that the vanished Yellow Spring was taken away by the White Bones True God.

From consciousness up, he was gazed upon by white bones, and he also gazed upon white bones. He knows deeply that with the White Bones True God's supreme posture overlooking the crowd, what It seeks is "complete good, complete beauty", not "making do and getting by".

Precisely because of this, the White Bones True God would abandon the false transcendence of the netherworld world, risking a fall to enter the present world. And precisely because of this, It would not abandon the Yellow Spring, for after all, that represents the power It once had, surpassing the absolute peak.

It would risk leaving it behind, so that when It takes that true step of transcendence, It can prove a more complete, more powerful self!

Wang Changji left only one letter for his fellow traveler Jiang Wang after a detailed search when he first arrived at the White Bones God Palace.

From then on, he constantly travels back and forth between the netherworld and the present world.

Except for the endless time-space gaps, there is nothing here. The extremely occasional bursts of time-space disasters can all be counted as scenery.

What is seen is vast. What is experienced is emptiness.

The only clue is his familiarity with the White Bones True God. The only support is the process of the Heavenly Human Dharma Aspect sitting and controlling the White Bones God Palace, constantly enriching and transmitting knowledge to him.

It is completely a needle in a haystack, a bitter journey outside the world.

He just walks day and night in the endless time-space between the two worlds, with no life, no experience, not eating, not drinking, not speaking, just inspecting one void time-space gap after another…

Finally, he found the Yellow Spring.

Endless days and nights, spoken in only one sentence.

But what he sought was also only for this.

Finding the Yellow Spring does not equal finding white bones. Rashly touching the Yellow Spring is even more likely to startle the snake. He just hangs his rod by the shore, waiting for the day when the White Bones True God descends and ripples the Yellow Spring.

When this day finally arrived, Jiang Wang also came as per the letter, hiding quietly here in the Calamity-Free Void realm.

They both hid their bodies and restrained their intentions, waiting silently, waiting for this drop of Yellow Spring water, which returned from who knows where, to give the white bones' descending body a corresponding feedback.

Once the link of that feedback occurs, they will instantly follow this link and kill into the present world, seek its trace and fix its track, kill its body and extinguish its soul, and eternally annihilate its Dao!

What… is a person?

How… is Heaven's will depicted?

*Hua hua hua* the sound of books flipping.

Wen Tinglan quickly walked in the book tower, walking back and forth, flipping books nonstop. Her hair was like wild grass, both eyes red.

She, who always paid attention to her appearance, even inserting flowers meticulously, petal by petal, was now messy and without shape.

She urgently wanted to know the answer. That was a kind of strong desire for knowledge bursting from the bottom of her heart.

Throughout life, humans are captives of curiosity. All treks are for satisfying the doubts in one's heart.

Even such a gentle woman, a lady of everyone's home, cannot escape the custom.

Ancient sages, to seek the principle of one word, lay on ice for ten years and knew the cold.

She locked herself in the Wen family's proud book tower, exhausting the search of classics!

This book tower is the accumulation of several generations of the Wen family. Many ancient books not seen in the market are stored here, so-called "poetry and books passed down in the family, governing classics and learning".

Normally, Wen Tinglan also always came to read books, but always handled them lightly, unwilling to leave even a page wrinkled.

But why?

*Hua hua hua*…

Dense book pages flipped out illusions, countless words flying and dancing in front of her.

What exactly is the answer?

*Hua hua hua*…

Her mind was in chaos, as if a thousand armies and ten thousand horses were in a melee!

For example, Hongmeng was not yet open, everything stirred into one.

"Miss…" the maid's voice rang out at the door, carefully reminding: "Uncle and grandfather, they have all arrived."

"Don't disturb…" Wen Tinglan murmured.

She flipped books without lifting her head.

One after another classic, explaining the authors' understanding of the world's truth.

Exactly why?

Why would the master of the present world, the Dao embryo of the present world's human race, be hated by the present world?

"Today is the day the Yan family sends the betrothal gifts…" the maid softly said at the door: "Miss, you should come out and comb and wash—"

"Don't disturb, don't disturb…" Wen Tinglan sharply scolded: "Don't disturb!!!"

Inside and outside the tower, all was quiet.

Only the sound of flipping books continued to ring, *hua hua*.

Linzi City was too high and grand.

Even having left it far behind, one was still covered by its shadow.

The shadow of people, the shadow of horses, the shadow of the city.

Perhaps one walks a lifetime and still cannot walk out of the Linzi in one's heart.

Zheng Shangming rode a tall, large horse, his other hand also holding the reins, leading the one carrying Bao Xiaobo.

The sun was setting in another direction, and the shadow of the tall city wall was then infinitely elongated, always covering the bodies of the two people.

As they walked forward, the shadow of Linzi City chased behind them.

Zheng Shangming turned his head back, looking at that high wall's long shadow, as if a thick piece of night.

"When I was small, I always played with myself."

He recalled his childhood on the slowly moving horse's back.

"My father always worked in the patrol office. At that time, his official position was still very low, but already very busy. My mother did research in the Technique Institute, um, some relatively basic technique research, but extra tedious. They were all quite busy."

"One year I had a birthday. At that time, I was still not very obedient, always hoping to get a little attention. I specially found a place to hide, so that no one could find me. I wanted to see my parents' anxious appearance."

Zheng Shangming blinked his eyes: "But they both didn't discover I was missing."

"My father thought my mother brought me, my mother thought I was with my father. Or perhaps they both didn't remember that day was my birthday."

"Late at night, I was really too hungry to stand it. I walked out of that small alley myself, walking home alone. That night was very dark, especially, especially dark. I still remember a sparrow standing on the eaves, always watching me walk. I wondered if it also couldn't find its home."

Zheng Shangming grinned and laughed: "When I was small, I was the kind of person young masters often call a 'cub work dog'."

He explained to Bao Xuanjing: "These people who are born to be officials and inherit titles, call those who diligently climb forward their whole lives, small officials and small clerks, 'work dogs'. The children of 'work dogs' are just 'cub work dogs'. Later, I also became a young master, and I told myself, I want to strive independently, I am not the same as those who only rely on their families, I must prove myself—"

"Later, I proved myself not good indeed."

He chuckled: "With my father's help, I became the Commandant of the North Yamen."

Bao Xuanjing sat steadily on the horse's back, listening to this Commandant of the North Yamen, speaking some inexplicable words.

Truly very inexplicable, who cares about your life?

Zheng Shangming, however, saw this child's seriousness, and in this silence, felt himself being listened to.

He eased his tone: "What do I want to say to you? Xuanjing."

"I don't want to teach you anything. There are many people who teach you, and many people who can teach you. Sometimes you just can't learn everything."

"I just feel that you are not too happy."

"I am sharing my mood with you. My life."

"It's that simple," he said.

Bao Xuanjing was slightly stunned.

This was the first time someone had said to him—

"I feel you are not happy."

He indeed really disliked those who spoke great principles to him.

One by one, they hadn't lived long enough to be a fraction of his age, hadn't even crossed the Heavenly Human barrier, let alone reached the absolute peak or eternity, yet they always wanted to tell him what kind of road he should walk.

But besides these, what else is there to exchange?

Every single person is a completely different individual, with different understandings of the essence of things. The only similarity is that they are all walking on a road.

Born into the world, all are cultivators.

From birth to death, that is exactly the process of cultivation.

During the previous period when he was reading books, he read a sentence that Yue Xiaoxu said, which he deeply agreed with—

"I see everyone in the world as Dao friends."

There was still another sentence behind it—

"Or Dao enemies."

Are not the people of the world just divided into these two kinds?

"Those who help me achieve the Dao", "those I must kill to move forward".

On the spacious and flat official road, two horses walked side by side.

The two people sitting on the horses, for that one instant, were also very much like fellow travelers.

Bao Xuanjing lowered his head and looked at his heart, sensing a cluster of dark shadows there.

In the exchange of glances between Bao Weihong and Dugu Xiao, he seemed to have also exchanged glances with Jiang Wang.

Just as Zhuang Chengqian filled the calamity with it that year, and would become the only loophole for this present world's Dao embryo to fill.

Eight and a half years after descending into the world, he finally felt the deep malice of the Heavenly Dao.

All accidents he felt were still okay, only the accidental collision with Jiang Wang…

It was like putting a sword directly on his neck!

The past few years of smooth sailing, step-by-step plotting, felt like a false dream.

"Heaven's fate favors me" never existed.

The past eight and a half years of undisturbed silence, as if all were to accumulate power for this moment.

Once the malice of the Heavenly Dao was shown, it was intended to completely and utterly kill him!

But…

Why?

He was the son of heaven's fate, a pure Dao embryo.

He had a transcendental vision and paid a sufficient price.

Throughout the entire descent process, there was absolutely no error.

He descended into the truly living present world and also mastered the human race of the present world.

He lived, learned, grew, and met people in Linzi City.

He was already a true "person"!

Why would he be targeted by Heaven's will in such a way?

Where did the malice come from?

Even killing people and robbing goods has a word for greed! It is still because of holding gold.

Such a strong, direct desire to place him in a dead place of hate, it certainly didn't arise without a root.

"Uncle Zheng." Bao Xuanjing appreciated the scenery by the side of the official road: "If you are always being targeted, but you don't know what you did wrong, what do you do?"

Zheng Shangming was slightly stunned.

He didn't ask Bao Xuanjing whether he was bullied in Jixia Academy, and he didn't try to solve it from an "adult" perspective, but seriously treated this question.

"If I don't know what I did wrong, then I certainly didn't do anything wrong."

The Commandant of the North Yamen thus said: "Sometimes you have to do things that others don't like. Sometimes you don't even know what they don't like. There are always some inexplicable people, some inexplicable hate, but what determines how you should act is not, from the beginning, whether others like it or dislike it."

Bao Xuanjing used his fingers as a comb, casually combing the fine horse's mane: "What if the people targeting you are not just one?"

"If I determine that I have not done wrong things, why should I doubt myself because of others' dissatisfaction?" Zheng Shangming said: "One person targeting me, it's one person who is wrong. A group of people targeting me, it's a group of people who are wrong. All people targeting me, all people are wrong."

"Then what if the whole world is wrong?" Bao Xuanjing asked.

"Correct it." Zheng Shangming's expression had an instant of great confidence, even sharp, but it soon warmed down, finally becoming a bitter smile: "I really want to say that to you. But in fact, I don't do that. Perhaps only people like Jiang Wang and Chongxuan Zun, only they have the qualification to say that. And I—"

He looked at the road ahead: "I will admit I was wrong."

"Admit what wrong?" Bao Xuanjing asked: "You also don't know what wrong you committed."

Zheng Shangming was slightly melancholic: "Wrong but not knowing one is wrong. Not enough ability, yet not enough a group is wrong."

The two horses, side by side, finally walked out of the shadow of Linzi City. But the sky was dim, it seemed there wasn't much time left to play.

"Ha ha ha ha ha." Bao Xuanjing finally laughed: "You are right!!!"

First shoot the arrow, then draw the target.

The easiest thing in the world is nothing more than first determining that someone is wrong, then going to find his mistake!

Since descending into the present world, he might have committed some mistakes, but absolutely no fatal error occurred. He might have had some oversights due to limitations of knowledge, but all had enough safety protections, so as not to die because of an oversight.

Everything that happened today was just as Zheng Shangming said in the Shuofang Bo fu—

It's not your problem.

At that time, he was already alert. An invisible big net had already opened for him. Some terrifying power was pushing Heaven's will, wanting to strangle him. Or at least wanting to force him into some pre-prepared trap. All his reactions, perhaps, were all accelerating his fall into a deep abyss.

He wasn't afraid of opponents, no matter whose hand pushed Heaven's will. He also stood on the top of various heavenly strong individuals and had enough experience in struggling. Fighting with people is infinite joy.

What truly made him fearful was the real existence of Heaven's Dao's malice towards him!

Because this meant that all his past confrontations with Heaven's Dao had been declared a failure. Then this present world's Dao embryo would become a meaningless existence.

All he needed to do was end this meaningless journey, return to his netherworld world, recycle his accumulation, find a way to re-prove the netherworld god, and try to re-become that not completely transcendental transcendent being.

That was his end!

And his best result.

Doing more at this time would just lead to more mistakes. He stopped all intentional and unintentional layouts, stopped all external actions, and focused on the Dao embryo itself. Then, with this body, he sent a suburban tour invitation to Zheng Shangming.

Only outside Linzi City, avoiding the possible gaze of Qi Tianzi, and with Zheng Shangming, this kind of powerful but ordinary North Yamen Commandant, as a cover, he dared to be slightly wanton and do some things—

At that time, just being alerted, how dim it was that he wanted to directly act when he saw the White Bones Saintess in the city. He was indeed in someone's pot!

Under Zheng Shangming's cover, walking out of Linzi City was one step closer to the netherworld. But he was also unwilling to go back empty-handed like this.

Together with Zheng Shangming, listening to Zheng Shangming talk about his childhood, during this process, he only focused on doing one thing—

Transforming the demon horse he was riding.

In a situation Zheng Shangming was not aware of, the demon horse he was riding had its internal organs hollowed out, the cavity walls painted full of Dao patterns, and the essence blood gathered into a blooming blood lotus, completely replacing the horse's heart.

And the Dao embryo named "Bao Xuanjing" riding on the horse was also left with only an empty shell!

The true Bao Xuanjing, essence soul and blood soul all gathered to one point, was sitting right in the middle of that blood lotus.

In some sense, Bao Xuanjing was now just this demon horse.

He broke through a thousand difficulties and ten thousand obstacles to become a true person. Yet again, he stripped away his human body and self-degenerated into a demon horse.

This is certainly not a self-abandonment, but the beginning of his counterattack against all this, having once walked to a transcendental existence in the netherworld.

Just as Zheng Shangming said—this world commits wrong… the strong correct it! The weak admit wrong!

Anyway, if you want to live, then talk about other things.

Just in the moment he transformed into a demon horse… this world became clear.

Just like the mystery in the womb being solved, it is the fog of ignorance being blown away.

At this moment, he can only truly clearly review all of this!

Looking forward, mountains and rivers block the way. Suddenly turning his head, there are lights in the human world!

When he, as a demon horse, not a person, saw the world from an angle that was not covered.

The scenery was originally different.

In the past, ignorant, he was easily stirred by that unknown opponent's Heaven's will, almost forced into desperation…

It wasn't that he didn't see far enough, not that he was stupid or not smart, it was an innate limitation and external force covering it.

Yes. Bao Xuanjing, the absolute genius of Shuofang Bo fu, the rare innate Dao pulse in the world, had an innate "limitation"!

With his once transcendental vision, all this was so simple and clear.

Why could that person who moved in the dark catch the knife of Heaven's will and chop him so messily, in a sorry state?

He understood it in the instant of "clearing".

At the same time as the dark shadows in his heart were wiped away, the truth had already arrived.

So he just laughed, ha ha.

Miao Yuzhi's talent was limited, Wen Tinglan was very smart but still not enough, and he was covered by that kind of power!

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Bao Xuanjing laughed nonstop.

He laughed until tears came out.

Why were all things inauspicious?

Why was Heaven's will like a knife?

It was precisely because of such a simple reason—

Because Heaven's fate is in the demons!

He has survived for long years, achieving the Dao for a very, very long time.

He knows that Heaven's fate is in the demons.

But he was also deceived by those human race former sages who changed the fate of the human race.

The ancient Human Emperor and the ancient Eight Sages…

Those people deceived Heaven, deceived the world, changed history, and now, they will forever influence the future.

Sitting in the netherworld world, he clearly reviewed history time and time again, yet saw nothing, thinking that Heaven's fate had already shifted!

But in fact, the present world's human race, the life mark of the human race pinched out by the demon race in the ancient era, called "person", has not been fixed in that one moment from the beginning.

The demon race created the human race, and the human race also created themselves!

Swallowing the source of a hundred races early! Mixing the blood of various worlds! Taking the essence of ten thousand realms and using it for itself alone.

So horizontally suppressing various heavens, so powerfully standing for ten thousand years.

So Heaven's Dao does not abandon the prosperity of the human Dao.

So this is such an interesting reality—

I, Bao Xuanjing, am actually in the current world, the most pure, most like an ancient person.

A person of the ancient era!

One of the pure-blooded returnees to the ancestors of the present world!

An existence hated by the so-called "Heaven's will"!!!

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