Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 9 Heading North
In just a short moment, it seemed as if Wang Chen was separated into two worlds.
It felt like he was lying on his back, floating on the boundless ocean. Wang Chen opened his eyes slightly, and his pupils dilated.
He could feel his own existence, but he was only aware of his existence, like an unconscious plankton floating in the ocean. His soul and consciousness had long been wiped out by Li Tiannan.
Boundless darkness came over him like a raging sea, trying to drown him, but a little light broke through the darkness.
The pure and flawless light was like a small white hand that could be swallowed by the darkness at any time, but it held him tightly.
Then, the light in front of my eyes became brighter and brighter, and the world gradually reorganized in the blur, and finally turned into the bright light of the moon in my sight.
There was still severe pain in his mind. The memories were like countless ownerless particles floating in the void. When they slowly came back, Wang Chen found himself lying on the ground.
The blue satin-like night sky and the beautiful stars and the moon made him instinctively recall that he had looked up at the starry sky more than once in the summer evening breeze, with the sound of insects in his ears and the freshness of flowers, plants and leaves at the tip of his nose.
But then, he remembered everything that had happened.
"Daoguo...are all dead...and..."
"I'm okay?" Wang Chen felt absurd and sat up suddenly, as if it was a dream.
With a thought, he could see the golden stars in his body, still suspended in the air and emitting dazzling light.
"This thing can't help me ascend to heaven overnight. It may turn into a small star and shine a good light, but the improvement I get is not as good as that of the small broken fruit with tiny chance strength."
He felt a little indignant, and couldn't help but recall how he wanted to blow up Li Tiannan.
"What happened then?"
Wang Chen thought subconsciously.
There seemed to be a bright light in the remaining memories, like a miracle piercing the darkness. Could it be...
"Could it be that I am a little bit strong because of my natural talent and luck?"
Without thinking too much about it, he struggled to get up and looked around. The scene was horrifying.
The entire Huangpo Village has turned into a deep pit. Only the location where the Dao Fruit had descended, where all the cultivators had not harmed it, still retains its original topography, like an isolated island in a dry sea.
The century-old jujube tree next to him had been neatly split into two halves by Li Tiannan. It leaned to both sides but stubbornly refused to fall down, like two people bending over with difficulty.
Everything was quiet , but Wang Chen always felt that something indispensable was missing.
"Xiao Yao." He called out subconsciously.
There was no response. He felt a little flustered for some reason.
In the past, when Xiaoyao heard his own voice, he would instantly appear in front of him.
Looking around in panic, Wang Chen found out from the corner of his eye that Xiaoyao was sleeping on his back, her little face resting on his right shoulder, her fair hands hanging down, her eyelashes very long, as if she was trembling slightly when he called her, wanting to wake up, but she couldn't resist the sleepiness and remained asleep.
"This guy has never seen her sleep before." Wang Chen felt relieved.
He looked towards the back mountain, squatted down and slid down the deep pit. After a while, he appeared on the other side of the pit.
The back mountain was in a mess, with corpses of wild animals and pieces of flesh and blood all along the way. Passing the fallen trees, Wang Chen saw that the huge rock that sealed the cave used by Huangpo Village for refuge had turned into fragments and scattered everywhere. The cave was dark and silent, and there was no one there.
There were only faint traces of blood and messy footprints extending into the distance.
It seems that although the villagers' shelter was affected by the war, it did not cause heavy casualties.
But Huangpo Village, my hometown in this world, has also been destroyed.
One hometown I can’t return to, and the other hometown has turned into a deep pit.
But life is unpredictable, and being alive is more important than anything else.
Although there are no cultivators in Huangpo Village, fortunately there are still a few smart ones.
Although the battlefield was in a mess, the cultivators who participated in the battle yesterday were all extremely powerful. It is unknown how many of them died in this bloody battle.
The magic weapons and cultivation techniques in their hands are extremely tempting to ordinary cultivators. If they don't leave the battlefield immediately, cultivators who come to look for treasures will surely appear soon, and it will be even more difficult to predict whether it will be a blessing or a curse.
Thinking that the villagers were safe, Wang Chen suddenly felt free of worries.
In the face of natural disasters and powerful cultivators, even a self-sufficient Huangpo village that lived a life of slash-and-burn agriculture and did not interfere with worldly affairs could only be reduced to a deep pit of ruins.
God just used an extremely bloody scene to tell me that even if you can see an opportunity, it does not mean that this opportunity is yours.
Perhaps in this world of cultivators, the only thing that can determine one's life and death is strength.
There was no other time when Wang Chen was so determined to leave the mountains.
But first, he needs to clean up the battlefield in front of him. Maybe there may be something valuable there that can help him get out of the mountains.
Wang Chen moved quickly. Thanks to his agility honed from years of battling wits and courage with wild beasts in the woods, he did not spend much time to inventory the entire battlefield, just like he was tidying up his messy but clean room.
He chose a snow-white fox the size of a calf with two tails. The fox's body was intact, except for a hole that went through its head. It died with its eyes open.
Its eyes were dark blue. Even though it was dead, Wang Chen was dazed for a short moment when he looked into its eyes. It was true that the fox demon was good at confusing others.
The entire fox skin is peeled off, and the processes of removing flesh, fat, softening and making fur take a lot of time and can only be left for later.
He wiped off the dirty blood stains on a sharp, heavy broken sword and used it to replace the hunting knife at his waist.
Some rags were sorted out. Although most of them had been worn and broken, these pieces of cloth were obviously not ordinary things. They even had a metallic texture. I don't know which cultivator collected these raw materials, but they can be used to make the lining of fox fur.
Other heavy, broken things whose uses could not be seen were left to lie quietly on the battlefield as witnesses of the battle for opportunity.
Contrary to Wang Chen's expectations, not many valuable things were found on the battlefield.
Even though he had eyes that could see opportunities, he didn't find any clues.
As for skills and magic weapons, he gained nothing, as if God wanted to dash his hope of becoming a cultivator.
In the world of cultivation, life is as worthless as grass, and every cultivator has long been aware of the fact that he will die. Powerful cultivators have long ago set up restrictions on their treasures with their minds and spirits, so that they will be destroyed when they die. This way, they will not be given to later generations in vain, and the sect's profound skills will not be leaked.
Wang Chen carefully wrapped these things into a package with a large piece of cloth and carried it on his back, then walked away into the distance as if he was on the simplest and most ordinary hike.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back. Under the moonlight, the original location of Huangpo Village was in a mess, but there was a sense of tranquility, with silver fireflies flying and insects chirping.
This scene seemed to trigger memories of the past that he could never return to.
People are always like this. Not many people will cherish the present moment they are living in. Only when they can’t go back will they realize that the past they can’t go back to may be a lifetime of nostalgia.
Then, Wang Chen walked into the jungle with a big bag on his back without looking back, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night.
