Chapter 165 Asking the Heavens

In the black tide, figures like ink paintings rose from the water.

They had no faces, no complete and detailed body structures. Various weapons spread and grew from their bodies, emitting a terrifying chill.

The entire world was shrouded in this seemingly endless coldness and monotony.

Ye Chuxiao's connection to the outside world's energy had long been severed.

However, Ye Chuxiao was not trapped in a state of 'isolated helplessness'. The spirit root of the divine tree had grown stronger and more miraculous with Ye Chuxiao's growth.

In essence, it was an external manifestation of Ye Chuxiao's soul. Previously, Ye Chuxiao borrowed the mental strength of others to help cultivate it, but now his own soul was incredibly strong. Cultivating the spirit root himself was the right path.

When Ye Chuxiao's soul gained strength far exceeding others in the same realm, his spirit root had already taken root in deeper levels, no longer just extracting energy from the superficial appearance of the world.

Through the spirit that spread into the void, his spirit root could also draw energy from the endless void, supplying Ye Chuxiao to wield and use.

Of course, the plastination talent also played a role.

The black tide began to spread further.

It became viscous, like a swamp or asphalt, sticking to the soles of Ye Chuxiao's feet, trying to drag him into the abyss.

Dense blackness filled the entire scroll.

The person manipulating all of this wanted to make the entire formation even more monotonous.

Even if it meant losing the so-called balance.

In the opposition of black and white, a solution still existed.

But if only pure black remained, then the domain of this formation diagram scroll would be completely nailed shut, with not even the slightest gap.

A figure moved.

Immediately afterward, more figures revealed their ferocious fangs.

Ye Chuxiao's gaze was fixed only on the tip of his blade, ignoring the other trivialities.

The reason he was fighting this battle was to encourage himself to leap forward under strong pressure, using combat to turn the knowledge solidified in his mind into a natural instinct of his body.

If the already formed thoughts became obstacles to moving forward.

Then don't think, just do.

*Sā!*

The knife in Ye Chuxiao's hand suddenly moved at some unknown time.

Whether above the nine heavens or below the nine abysses, colors other than black and white were born.

Ye Chuxiao forcibly pulled back more colors into this world that was about to become purely monochrome.

The originally operating formation was like a gear turning with a screw jammed in it.

The fiery magma and cyan lightning, under Ye Chuxiao's slash, seemed to be forcibly linked and strung together.

This world of painting and talisman formations that only accommodated black and white was cut open by Ye Chuxiao's slash. This was the result of domain collision.

Ye Chuxiao stared at the tip of his blade because he was waiting for the domain on the tip of the blade to bloom.

A true intent cultivator's will would not only be attached to the blade.

Just like a true king should never just be the commander of the army.

Thunder and earth fire collided with each other, and the scorching heat and wildness that splashed out tore apart all the figures born from the thick black tide.

It was just that these things, which had no real vitality, recovered quickly, and as they were shattered, they became more and more powerful and solid.

They seemed to absorb the experience and nourishment given by Ye Chuxiao, becoming more detailed, and the weapons they used began to target Ye Chuxiao more.

Even with the forced intrusion of heavenly thunder and earth fire, this was still a quagmire for burying the strong.

The living always have limits, and they will always be tired.

But these things, fused through domains, formations, talismans, and painting skills, would not be tired, and would not have limits within the set rules.

Weren't these black figures just variations of the snowman?

Just circulation.

Not worthy of being called reincarnation.

The surrounding death energy rippled like a tide.

Ye Chuxiao turned a blind eye to them.

The sword skills he had painstakingly sought in the past were no longer relied upon by Ye Chuxiao.

This was not forgetting the past, but just a process from ten to a hundred.

Different periods have different pursuits and purposes, and they do not conflict.

The Eternal Life Blade is a blade for seeking survival through danger.

Always walking on a tightrope, hovering between life and death, but forever limited by the Eternal Life Blade, becoming its blade slave.

Ye Chuxiao could even be sure that those who learned and used the Eternal Life Blade in a step-by-step manner had never gained the favor of eternal life.

Its name was also a misunderstanding.

One slash after another, one move after another.

The figures in this black and white painting were shattered again and again, and then reorganized again and again.

Each time they were reorganized, they would change their posture, and each time they appeared, they would be stronger, as if endlessly.

As for Duanmu Lin, she had been watching from the sidelines, even under Ye Chuxiao's protection.

She was both Ye Chuxiao's backup plan and the weakness that Ye Chuxiao deliberately exposed at this moment.

If it weren't for 'protecting' Duanmu Lin, Ye Chuxiao might have instinctively torn open the space and escaped.

That would have wasted this rare place of cultivation, this desperate situation for breaking through.

Under the constantly increasing pressure, Ye Chuxiao's blade suddenly became ethereal, with a texture like blue smoke permeating the soul.

This was Ye Chuxiao once again subconsciously breaking away from the original shackles, acting on instinct with the blade, and entering an immature but sufficiently free realm.

This was very rare.

Because the more mature the system, the more difficult it was to break through stubborn ailments.

However, nothing is ever perfect, and nothing can be perfectly transferred and adapted.

The Eternal Life Blade, the Nine Forms of the Blade Master, and the various swordsmanship and techniques that Ye Chuxiao had learned and perceived, had now transformed into another strange substance, integrated into Ye Chuxiao's outward-extending mental tentacles.

Along with Ye Chuxiao's fierce pull of the blade.

Huang Zhentu, who was originally outside the battle formation and responsible for manipulating the battle situation, felt a trance in his spirit, and his mind was pulled into the formation, attached to those figures he was manipulating.

This sudden change shocked Huang Zhentu.

Although he understood the principle behind it, he never thought that someone could really reverse the manipulation of cause and effect so easily.

Reversing the effect of the person manipulating the puppets, turning them into puppets to be manipulated.

Behind the seemingly simple principle was unimaginable subtlety and unfathomable depth.

In an instant, the huge domain constructed by the entire painting, formation, and talisman technique became colorful.

The mountains and rivers were covered with colorful colors, the city had red walls and white tiles, the old trees in the distance were pine green and verdant, and the tide in front of him was also jumping back and forth between black and transparent, accompanied by the sky light and clouds.

When the one who controlled the rules entered the game, the colors that had been stripped away were re-dyed.

Huang Zhentu subconsciously made a large number of figures jump out and block in front of him.

These figures began to merge into one place, turning into an even more magnificent giant.

The giant's anger stirred up crazy power, tearing towards Ye Chuxiao, who was standing still with his knife, as if he hadn't moved his position at all.

What they brought was an endless impact of energy, but what it contained was the fear that Huang Zhentu had carefully hidden behind his back.

Fear is an instinct in the face of incomprehensible, difficult to understand power.

And beyond fear, the generation of rage is also an instinct.

Ye Chuxiao's blade entered an extremely unique rhythm.

Before the Wisdom Realm, Ye Chuxiao had incorporated the majesty of heaven and earth into his swordsmanship. After the Wisdom Realm, Ye Chuxiao used his swordsmanship to reflect heaven and earth, which is why he had the name of Heavenly Blade in this world.

At this moment, Ye Chuxiao's blade, and the huge mental power attached to the blade, were evolving the faces of all living beings.

Those memories and experiences he had absorbed, those various ancient and modern times he had seen and even experienced in the Aurora Realm, had all become the scenery and objects depicted in his swordsmanship.

Then this sword intent, this mood, also began to expand slowly.

No longer simply showing off on the blade.

Ye Chuxiao was truly instinctively trying to break away from the limitations of the blade and integrate himself into that principle.

At this time, the principle expounded by the blade and the person was Ye Chuxiao's further understanding.

And in this understanding, Dao was an eternally unchanging topic.

What is the Heavenly Dao?

In terms of the variables and invariants of all things in the universe, immeasurable time, infinite space, and endlessness, the Heavenly Dao is illusory, it is not really real, but it is also meaningless.

Before all sentient beings were born in this universe, the so-called Heavenly Dao already existed, and after all sentient beings leave, the Heavenly Dao still exists.

So this first level of the Heavenly Dao cannot be investigated, cannot be examined, cannot be pursued, and cannot be imagined.

Abandoning such boundless pursuit, lowering the field of vision.

Heavenly Dao... is Human Dao!

This does not mean that heaven and man are united, and the actions of heaven must depend on human will.

Rather, the concept of the Heavenly Dao, the so-called completeness or deficiency, all comes from the selfish knowledge of humans... or sentient beings.

As everyone knows, there are defects in the cultivation of any world in the heavens.

But is this defect really a defect?

Perhaps it is itself a complete part.

It is precisely because of the limitations of these defects that cultivation has not become rampant, and that most of those cultivators who steal the heaven and earth return more complete and intact vitality to the heaven and earth after absorbing the nutrients of the heaven and earth.

Everything is combined into a cycle that is infinitely close to perfection.

The defects of cultivators are not necessarily the defects of the world, or the defects of the Heavenly Dao.

Returning to the present.

Ye Chuxiao's slash was no longer a simple simulation of celestial phenomena, a reflection of the sky, but a question to the heavens!

How high is the sky, and what is man?

When Ye Chuxiao's slash was successfully executed.

Huang Zhentu's heartbeat, even across the domain, slowed down a few beats.

He was not only questioned by Ye Chuxiao, but also frightened by Ye Chuxiao!

This Wisdom Realm cultivator... this mere Wisdom Realm cultivator, how could he have such spirit, how could he have such courage?

How dare he ask the heavens when wielding his blade?

Then Huang Zhentu felt humiliated again.

Because he knew he was being ignored.

On the surface, he was Ye Chuxiao's opponent.

But in reality, he was just a pressure pump to give pressure. Ye Chuxiao's opponent was not him, but the sky, the Dao, the obstacles in his heart, and the barriers on the road that were formed under his feet and far away.

The huge puppet was shattered without accident under this question from the Heavenly Blade.

And Ye Chuxiao's blade was already like a finger of an immortal, shooting straight at Huang Zhentu.

This question of the heavens was also directly presented in Huang Zhentu's mind.

If he could not answer the question, he could not get out of Ye Chuxiao's blade move.

Of course, Huang Zhentu could not answer, so he appeared particularly embarrassed under Ye Chuxiao's blade.

So embarrassed that he even forgot that his main body was still outside the formation.

However, from another perspective, should the true body outside the formation and the mind inside the formation really be distinguished?

Once Huang Zhentu's mind was broken by Ye Chuxiao in the formation, then even if his physical body outside the formation was still full of vitality, he would just be a living dead person.

*Rumble!*

Layers of airflow were compressed, and the sound of earth fire roaring and the roar of thunder from the nine heavens exploded at the same time.

On Ye Chuxiao's blade, it seemed that nine thunder-fire dragons were entwined, tearing towards Huang Zhentu's body at this time.

In a chilling explosion, Huang Zhentu's body at this time was torn to pieces.

And Huang Zhentu outside the formation, after a daze, woke up with a start, covered in sweat.

Then, after suppressing the fear that was flooding his heart, he slowly thanked his companions around him.

"Thank you! Fortunately, you changed the rules in time and forcibly empowered Xiao Ye's slash, otherwise I would have been difficult to escape the disaster of the butcher's knife," Huang Zhentu said.

He was killed by Ye Chuxiao's seemingly powerful slash.

But he felt fortunate.

Ye Chuxiao's slash should have been like smoke, like fog, or even like a dream, quietly entering the heart and soul, and then prompting the person hit by the blade to face the Heavenly Dao and ask a question to the heavens.

The people outside the formation had to attach extra thunder and fire to Ye Chuxiao's slash, making this slash no longer ethereal and traceless, losing its mystery, and falling into the lower ranks.

Therefore, it was the key to saving Huang Zhentu's life.

"We can't underestimate him. He already has the ability of intent, but because his accumulation is too deep, it is difficult to break through."

"If I guessed correctly, they deliberately fell into the trap, just to break through the realm with our help," Huang Zhentu's companion said, holding a talisman brush in his hand.

"They!?" Huang Zhentu then vaguely remembered that Ye Chuxiao still had companions, and did not enter the formation alone.

Looking at Duanmu Lin again, he casually stirred up thousands of acres of waves, trying to swallow Duanmu Lin.

But these waves were suppressed by Ye Chuxiao's slash.

And Duanmu Lin was just standing on the ice lotus platform, with empty eyes, seemingly meditating and thinking.

"We can't let him continue to sublimate like this!"

"We must interrupt him!" Huang Zhentu said, gritting his teeth.

"How to interrupt?" the talisman brush holder asked.

Huang Zhentu said: "Disgust him!"

"He wants to become stronger when he encounters the strong, so let's use the lowest, most boring, and most technically lacking things to consume his spirit."

"You must know that a person's specific combat state will change with the changes of the opponent."

As soon as the voice fell, a large number of villains emerged from the formation.

These black villains were wielding the knives in their hands in a chaotic and unskilled manner, clumsily and roughly killing Ye Chuxiao.

They could not pose any substantial threat to Ye Chuxiao.

But as long as Ye Chuxiao tangled with them for a long time, his spirit would be worn down, and the blade that reflected the Heavenly Dao, or even questioned the Heavenly Blade, would also become dull.

Ye Chuxiao wanted to spread from the blade to the whole body, and even to the extremely strong domain that enveloped the vast space, and he would not succeed.