Chapter 291: Time Flies
The rice paddy covered in spirit soil, with the three-foot seedling in the center of that golden light, holy and bright, shining with golden splendor, slowly absorbing the blood vitality in the water.
The two Longevity Realm giants had nurtured it meticulously for two years, yet its growth had stalled.
Even with An Xianjing’s state of mind and cultivation, she was secretly anxious, otherwise she wouldn’t have resorted to desperate measures and sought out a Five Seas Realm junior.
All golden veins, golden rice, indeed easy to associate together.
“This isn’t appropriate, is it?”
Li Weiyi didn’t mind helping An Xianjing grow the rice, but what if the seedling that emerged bore a third resemblance to him—what would that be?
An Xianjing was very patient: “Blood is just one of the nutrients, not as complicated as you think. In the rumors, some benevolent rice grows on mass graves, absorbing the blood of thousands of deceased—do they have thousands of parents?”
“I think the existence of benevolent rice too much challenges ethics and human nature. For those who don’t care about emotion, perhaps it’s nothing. But for those who do?”
Li Weiyi suddenly thought of many things.
He somewhat understood why Zen Sea Observing Mist had forbidden planting back then.
An Xianjing fell into contemplation, and after a long while: “You can first use the Fusang Divine Tree Spiritual God Light Shadow to provide it with sunlight. I feel that your spirit god has very thick life energy.”
Li Weiyi had also noticed earlier that the area shrouded by the Fusang Divine Tree Light Shadow had flame lotuses in the lake growing extremely well.
Perhaps it really would help.
Li Weiyi sat in meditation on the ridge of the field.
Gradually, his mind cleared, and he entered meditation.
“Splash!”
The Fusang Divine Tree Light Shadow rose behind him, reaching over ten zhang high, with light like shattered gold, leaves like flames, enveloping the one mu of spirit soil rice paddy in radiance.
A miraculous scene occurred.
The leaves of that three-foot-tall seedling, originally drooping, gradually unfurled and stood upright.
It breathed in sync with Li Weiyi’s respiration, continuously absorbing the light rain scattered by the Fusang Divine Tree.
The entire Southern Clear Palace and the surrounding few li all fell into darkness, with only this place bright.
An Xianjing was naturally a person who loved to smile, and at this moment, her face bloomed with a brilliant joyful smile, utterly unlike an ancient figure who had lived three hundred and sixty years.
In her heart, she mused, “The blood vitality nourishment for the golden rice is definitely sufficient. The reason its growth has stalled is perhaps related to sunlight.”
Half a shichen later, Li Weiyi opened his eyes.
Seeing the changes in the golden rice, he showed joy: “Senior An, it seems I’m still useful to you. No need to use blood irrigation for now, right?”
An Xianjing walked to Li Weiyi’s side and pointed a finger at the Feng Fu on the back of his head.
After probing.
She withdrew her finger and nodded lightly: “It’s really true; the veins have all been quenched into gold, and the Feng Fu has reached thirty-six thousand cubic fang. Your physique is certainly not mortal; you must have great origins.”
“Please, Senior An, don’t mention martial way talent anymore.”
With experience from talking with Yao Qingxuan, Li Weiyi put on a pained and uncomfortable expression, speaking little and not explaining.
An Xianjing said: “A successor’s ancestral field at the Five Seas Realm passing line is just twenty thousand cubic fang. Your Feng Fu at thirty-six thousand could completely substitute for the ancestral field, except I’m afraid your ancestral field being crippled is fake, and you won’t use Feng Fu to sow Dao.”
Li Weiyi showed anger: “If Senior keeps picking at wounds and doubting this and that, you might as well just kill me. Anyway, after helping you grow the golden rice, it’s hard to escape death. If my ancestral field weren’t crippled, the Jiu Li Hidden Sect would surely dispatch top masters to protect my Dao; how could I have fallen into your hands?”
Who could have thought that the underground immortal mansion was actually the Twin Rice Cult’s nest?
Moreover, this cult had vast power, with masters like clouds.
Before entering, Li Weiyi had thought the underground immortal mansion truly had no Longevity Realm giants.
He was lucky, at least still alive. More misjudgers had long since had their bones vanish or met even worse fates.
An Xianjing frowned: “Don’t overthink it! As long as you don’t oppose the divine cult, this hall master won’t kill you, much less kill the donkey after unloading the mill. Believe it or not, up to you!”
“Give me the Divine Snow Sword!”
Li Weiyi took the Divine Snow Sword from his boundary bag and handed it over.
His heart full of curiosity, he asked: “Has Tang Wanzhou been captured?”
“Take care of yourself first!”
“This bottle of longevity blood, keep it well; ten drops per day, no more, no less. It should suffice for irrigating two or three months. Put in more effort; if you let the golden rice die… think about the consequences yourself.”
An Xianjing issued a light threat, displaying the dignity of a hall master, lest Li Weiyi think her easygoing and push further. In truth, before this big boy full of kindness and idealism, she really couldn’t put on the hall master’s airs.
Just as she herself said, to the compassionate, I return compassion. To the wicked, I grant rebirth.
Cultivating the Formless and Faceless Buddhist Canon was like looking in a mirror; facing whatever person, she became that corresponding state.
Leaving behind a cold jade bottle, she took the sword and left.
Li Weiyi said: “What if something happens to it? Where should I find you?”
“Spirit Valley Hall, find the Divine Son Chief Seat, Qiongji Daozi. I need to leave for a while recently,” An Xianjing said.
“Help me with something; I have a friend named Qi Xiao, who might have fallen into your hands. Help me look for him.”
“I’m the hall master, not someone who finds cats and dogs.”
An Xianjing disappeared into the formation light screen.
“Each one so hard to get along with. Are Longevity Realm giants that impressive? Back then, if I reached the Supernatural Realm, I’d definitely put on a show in front of them too.”
Li Weiyi muttered to himself, opening his palm.
In his palm, besides the cold jade bottle, there was a three-inch-long green jade formation talisman, used to activate the various formations in Southern Clear Palace.
Because the jade talisman had the words “Southern Clear Palace” on it.
From now on, Southern Clear Palace was free for him to enter and exit, anywhere at all.
But An Xianjing hadn’t given him a life token, clearly intending to restrict him inside Southern Clear Palace.
Over the next three days, Li Weiyi sat on the field ridge, meditating on one side to support the Fusang Divine Tree Light Shadow, providing light for the golden rice, while quenching the magic energy in his Feng Fu on the other, aiming to complete the Sixth Sea as soon as possible.
He didn’t dare activate the Dao Ancestor Tai Chi Fish, fearing Yao Qingxuan and An Xianjing would suddenly return.
They liked to appear silently behind or beside him.
Three days straight with no news from them, Li Weiyi could no longer suppress his urgency and walked out of the formation where the rice paddy was, arriving at another area in Southern Clear Palace shrouded by formations.
Inside the formation was that twenty-plus-story-tall black Buddhist pagoda.
The barren courtyard outside the Buddhist pagoda had not a single footprint.
It was clear An Xianjing and Yao Qingxuan never entered this place—a good spot to activate the Dao Ancestor Tai Chi Fish.
As for the immeasurable danger…
Li Weiyi could escape into the blood mud space, so he wasn’t that fearful.
Moreover, according to Zen Sea Observing Mist, his blood could blood drop awakening corpse—who conquered whom wasn’t certain!
“Must take advantage of this period before the golden rice matures to elevate cultivation and strength as much as possible. An Xianjing speaks nicely, but who knows if, once no longer useful, she won’t go back on her word? Faces change on a whim, let alone spoken words.”
Leaving six Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors outside to keep watch, gnawing on various medicinal herbs in Southern Clear Palace.
Li Weiyi took out the green jade formation talisman, opened the formation light gauze, and walked in.
“Swish!”
The dilapidated courtyard where the black Buddhist pagoda stood stirred up a cold wind, dust swirling.
An ancient aura hit him in the face, and faintly, several Buddhist chants sounded.
Though Li Weiyi felt apprehensive, he knew the formation here hadn’t been opened for many years; suddenly opening it, with qi flow circulating inside and out, wind was normal.
He glanced at the open gate to the first layer of the Buddhist pagoda.
That withered bone sat cross-legged in the darkness, chains wrapped around its body—who knew what story it had in life, why locked here?
Locked for tens of thousands of years already?
Anyway, Li Weiyi had a dangerous feeling that it would suddenly stand up and rush out.
Li Weiyi didn’t dare approach, sitting down right by the formation light gauze.
First activating the light red fish eye of the Dao Ancestor Tai Chi Fish, then entering the blood mud space.
Using the spatial power of Shaoyang Star, Li Weiyi piloted the jade boat to Tanggu Sea.
Waves surged, light blazing hot.
He gazed from afar at the sacred majestic Fusang Divine Tree on the horizon, basking in sunlight, vision vast. The cold aura from the Buddhist pagoda’s barren courtyard earlier was swept away.
“Currently, Shaoyang Star can only open space channels to here, unable to go elsewhere. Perhaps I need not only to cultivate mind power but also the path of space.”
“Tang Wanzhou, standing at the peak below Longevity, has only preliminarily contacted spatial cultivation methods. Better not aim too high; focus on breaking realm Dao seed first.”
Li Weiyi thought no more, sitting at the bow of the jade boat, mobilizing mind power to activate the pale green fish eye of the Dao Ancestor Tai Chi Fish.
The two mind power stars rapidly depleted, light growing dimmer, stars shrinking smaller.
The Dao Ancestor Tai Chi Fish circulated…
“Splash!”
Strands of cyan light threads wafted from the fish eye, wrapping him.
The time cocoon was still only about a zhang in size.
“After becoming a two-star spirit mind master, the cocoon threads are indeed much more solid.”
“The waves in the sea have truly slowed. It seems the time flow speed inside and outside the time cocoon really differs.”
“It’s said that in the universe, many places show signs of time distortion. Has someone mastered this power? The former master of the Dao Ancestor Tai Chi Fish?”
Li Weiyi cleared all distracting thoughts and began quenching Qi.
Days passed one by one.
Whenever the golden crow flew out from the seabed, Li Weiyi would leave Tanggu Sea, return to Southern Clear Palace, sit on the field ridge, employ the meditation method to recover mind power depletion, while also using the Fusang Divine Tree Light Shadow to provide sunlight for the golden rice.
Usually half a day of meditation was needed for mind power to fully recover.
As time progressed, Li Weiyi figured out the state of the time cocoon.
With his current two-star spirit mind master’s mind power strength, the time cocoon could only last one day.
But inside the time cocoon, it was far more than one day; Li Weiyi estimated three or four days.
Thus, each quenching Qi session ended with intense hunger.
Originally, he estimated that even with the Fusang Divine Tree’s help, it would take three months to complete quenching Qi and perfect the Sixth Sea.
In reality, he only used one and a half months for the Sixth Sea to reach perfection.
During this time, he also spent a large amount of time recovering mind power, tending the golden rice, refining star day pills, cultivating the physical body… all aspects of strength elevated at extreme speed.
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The underground immortal mansion was spherical, not a flat layer.
The Twin Rice Cult had spent a thousand years roughly dividing the developed areas into upper, middle, and lower three layers.
The uppermost layer, the Sacred Heart Layer, was the cultivation ground of the two rice ancestors, extremely mysterious, few could go there, holding the ultimate secret left by the Ancient Bhakara Sect.
The middle layer, the Mortal Layer, was the safest and most fertile area, heavily protected and isolated from other regions.
The Mortal Layer was divided into twenty-eight mansions, each dozens of li in radius, the cultivation zones and benevolent rice planting areas for the headquarters’ young disciples, responsible for reproduction and education.
Spirit Valley Hall in the Mortal Layer held the greatest authority.
Even affiliated under heaven hall’s visiting cult members, upon arriving at headquarters, had their residence and cultivation arranged and managed by Spirit Valley Hall, required to obey.
