Ning Fan looked up at the moon and looked down at the water.
The bright moon in the night sky is still bright, but the shadow of the moon in the water waves is fragmented with the water waves...
The bright moon above our head is motionless, so it must be real.
The moon shadow in the water is fragmented, so it can only be a shadow, a false one...
And the reason why that false moon shadow appears is precisely because the bright moon is in the sky.
"What is virtual? 'Xu' is the reflection of 'True', and it is born of 'True'... This is what I have learned in a few days. After realizing this, my understanding of the word "Xu" can be regarded as truly achieved. Liao Qixu level... just..."
The water waves gradually calmed down, and Ning Fan stood on the bridge, lowered his head, looking at the moon shadow re-condensed in the flowing water under his feet, and at his own reflection in the water.
He looked at his reflection, which looked back at him, and their eyes met.
In just a moment, Ning Fan's head was banged, and he suddenly raised his head, seeming to realize something, but unable to see through it.
Ning Fan turned around and looked behind him. The moonlight was bright and the fishing fire was shining brightly on him, leaving a dark shadow on the bridge behind him.
The reflection in the water is false, but the shadow behind him is real...
"Virtual shadow...real shadow..."
He calmed down and looked at the night in the water town again, but he no longer had any emotion of thinking, and there was only a faint look of confusion in his eyes.
"What is virtual..."
He gently asked the question again.
But this time when I asked myself, it had a completely different meaning than the first question.
For the first time, I asked myself what is virtual and what is false, and Ning Fan gave himself the answer. All reflections of the real are false.
But when he saw his reflection in the water, he was at a loss. But when he saw the shadow behind him, he became more confused and asked a second question.
This second question is still asking oneself what virtuality is, but the question is not virtuality, but truth.
When Ning Fan's eyes met the reflection in the water, thousands of thoughts suddenly arose in his heart.
"You stand on the bridge and look at the flowing water. The reflection in the water is also looking at you. You think he is your shadow, but he thinks you are his shadow..."
"You are wondering whether the reflection is false, and the reflection may be wondering about your authenticity."
"You dropped a pebble, which disturbed the lake. The water rippled and shattered the reflection, so you thought the reflection was false."
"But from the angle of reflection. He also threw a pebble, which shattered the running water at his feet... In the eyes of the reflection, was your figure also reflected on the lake, shattered with the waves..."
"Is that phantom really fake..."
"And does the world I live in really exist..."
"Who is the reflection of who?"
"Who's Zhenxu!"
"Who is the shadow!"
Ning Fan stood on the small bridge and looked at the dark night. I have a lot of mixed feelings in my heart.
He gradually couldn't tell who was the objective existence between himself and his reflection, but because of this, his understanding of the void suddenly improved a lot!
Everyone is born in heaven and earth, and takes it for granted that he is objective and real, and that his own shadow is false.
This is preconceptions.
But no one has ever thought about whether they are the shadow, and the world on the other side in the mirror or in the lake is the real existence.
Ning Fan's second question touched on too profound insights, and the truth contained in it was definitely beyond what he could understand now.
Ning Fan didn't know. His second self-questioning has touched upon the issue of the Heavenly Dao series, which is definitely not something he can understand now...
He recalled the past when he studied under Immortal Emperor Zi Dou... At that time, he took it for granted that the world that Immortal Emperor Zi Dou lived in was a dream, an illusion, a false world that existed in illusion.
Therefore, he regarded the days of living with his mother and paper cranes as a fantasy.
But now I think about it. Could it be that the fantasy world that Zi Dou lives in is reality, and the four worlds and nine realms that he lives in are illusions...
Ning Fan sighed lightly. He could think of these questions, but he couldn't understand them.
He vaguely understood. Why is it that the monks in the seventh level of the first step of cultivating the Tao pursue immortality, while the monks in the second step have obviously obtained the immortal lifespan of immortality, but still pursue the true Tao...
The monks who are taking the first step of the path long for immortality.
The monks in the second step of the path long for the truth. Perhaps only in this way can they escape the fate of becoming a reflection!
"Peering into emptiness, seeing that emptiness is emptiness...asking emptiness, seeing that emptiness is not emptiness..."
Ning Fan murmured to himself. He could not give the answer to the second question, but his perception of the void had truly reached the level of asking about the void because he saw that the void was not void. It was not like the time when Xing Gong opened the door by accident. The gate of Wenxu Bottleneck controls a trace of the void veins.
Don't rely on any chance or chance, nor any pills to perceive the power of the void, just rely on one pair of eyes and one heart to perceive the context of the void.
At this moment, Ning Fan looked up at the dark night sky. His eyes were so deep that it seemed as if he could tear apart space, as if he could see the void space below.
Every trace of void power has a unique context.
By sensing each different vein, you can freely control the power of the void.
By connecting millions of void powers along each different void vein, a sea of void can be condensed.
And if you have enough magic power, the moment you step onto the Sea of Void, you will become a breakthrough monk...
"Chongxu!" At this moment, although Ning Fan's perception of the void has not reached Chongxu, he has already seen the road leading to Chongxu.
As long as he follows this path and realizes the void, Ning Fan will one day be able to break through to the realm of the void!
"This brother's eyesight is really good. It seems that he has touched the Chongxu Avenue. My younger brother Liu Haoyue comes from the tree world. I don't know what to call this brother..."
At some point, a man in green shirt with a pine hairpin and long hair appeared behind Ning Fan. He smiled like a spring breeze and had an extraordinary appearance. He greeted Ning Fan with a polite fist.
Ning Fan stopped comprehending and his eyes moved slightly. He turned around and gave the man in green shirt a fist. But I was quite surprised.
He never expected that he would meet a foreign monk outside the Imperial Tomb.
And this monk is not from the Rain Realm, but a monk from other interfaces!
"Rain Realm, Ning Fan!"
Ning Fan looked at the young man in blue shirt carefully. Naturally, this young man in green shirt also entered the imperial tomb as a parted soul. The divided soul also only had the ability to cultivate pulses.
But judging from this person's conversation, Ning Fan was sure that this person's cultivation level was at least not lower than the realm of refining the void.
And looking at this person's aura, it is clear that he is a demon that has grown from a willow tree.
Not only can trees become tree demons. You can also cultivate into a tree demon, and this Liu Haoyue is a tree demon! Comes from one of the nine realms...the tree realm!
"It turns out that Brother Ning is from the Rain Realm. We are lucky to meet each other. Liu thought that Brother Ning, like Liu, got the Thunder Jade Order by chance. Only then was he able to cross the realms and enter the tomb of the fallen Thunder Emperor."
"It turns out that Brother Liu's Lei Yuling was obtained by chance... I wonder if Brother Liu came to Ning for advice?" Ning Fan thought about the other party's purpose.
"I saw Brother Ning standing on the wooden bridge on his own for several days. I was enlightened and admired in my heart, so I wanted to make friends with him. I wanted to sit down and talk with Brother Ning. I can't hide it. The reason why Liu entered the imperial tomb was It's just to realize the truth." Liu Haoyue smiled courteously and was a truly humble gentleman.
"What do you want to discuss, fellow Taoist?"
"What is virtual?" Liu Haoyue suddenly asked, his eyes shining like bright moons.
He asked this question just as he was looking up at the night moon, showing confusion.
Ning Fan understood and knew that Liu Haoyue was asking the question he had asked himself for the first time...what is false.
"Void is the shadow of reality. Because of truth, emptiness arises. Because there is light, there is darkness. Because there is truth, there is falsehood. Just as Ning stands on the surface of the river, the reflection in the river is my emptiness! And for me, it should be true. This was the answer I had been thinking about for several days, but now I have a different perspective on the answer."
"Oh? Would you like to hear the details?" Liu Haoyue was originally very impressed by Ning Fan's point of view, but this was the first time he heard someone compare the void to a real shadow. This was rare even among the refining voids in the tree world. People have this insight.
Just hearing that Ning Fan had other high opinions, Liu Haoyue immediately listened. Afraid of missing a word.
"A virtual shadow is a real shadow, and the real shadow may not be a virtual shadow. It is impossible to tell who is whose shadow. At least with Ning's current state, he cannot see through it...Brother Liu, look at the running water under your feet. You look at it. That reflection in the water, are you really sure that you are the truth and it is false?"
"Who is whose shadow...I can't tell clearly!"
After hearing Ning Fan's words, Liu Haoyue's head banged, and she stood there in shock, looking at the running water and reflection under her feet, with more and more confusion in her eyes.
He originally saw Ning Fan realize his emptiness, so he developed a desire to make friends with him.
Although he asked the question, he never expected that Ning Fan's answer would be so shocking.
Ning Fan not only compares the virtual to the shadow of the real, but also asserts that it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. This was the first time Liu Haoyue had heard this assertion in her life.
He couldn't help but follow Ning Fan's train of thought and wonder whether he, Liu Haoyue, was a shadow, and the world reflected in the water was the real world...
Thinking of this, Liu Haoyue's heart was shocked, and she felt that her whole life's understanding of the word "Xu" was just an empty talk. He has never thought that he himself is false. Does this possibility really exist...
"Fellow Taoist has unique insights, and Haoyue is ashamed of himself. But Haoyue has a second question...what is emptiness!" Liu Haoyue asked the second question with clasped fists, a look of true respect in his eyes.
The second question he asked was not to look at the bright moon, but at the flowing water.
Ning Fan understood and knew that the second question he asked was exactly the question he had been thinking about before.
"Brother Liu, this second question is not about fiction, but about truth."
"Does Ning Fan have an answer?" Liu Haoyue looked expectant, hoping to get a shocking answer from Ning Fan again.
"Sorry, I don't know what is true. But I once studied with a strong man, and he once said... There is no need to distinguish between true and false in the world. What you see is not necessarily true, and what you hear is not necessarily false. ! Zhenxu only exists in one thought!"
Liu Haoyue sighed when she heard that Ning Fan didn't know the answer to the second question.
After hearing the second half of Ning Fan's words, his soul suddenly shook, as if he had been enlightened, and he seemed to have some enlightenment.
"The truth is only in a thought... What a truth is only in a thought! Brother Ning didn't answer my second question, but he gave me a good answer. But Liu has a third question... .What is emptiness!”
When Liu Haoyue asked the third question, he was not looking at the bright moon. It's not running water, but looking at the vast night with vicissitudes of life.
Ning Fan was silent for a moment. He knew that Liu Haoyue's third question was neither true nor false, but the truth...
"Brother Liu is in trouble. The road is vast. Even those true immortals have to spend their whole lives exploring. How can Ning know the answer? Instead of thinking about the misty road, it is better to live in the present. When Mingxi turns around, , the path you and I have walked is the path we are waiting for!"
"The road we have traveled... is the great road..." Liu Haoyue's confused eyes gradually became clear, and she looked at Ning Fan again. Showing a sighing expression.
"Brother Ning is extremely intelligent and answered three questions in succession. Liu admires him. If Brother Ning comes to the tree world in the future, he must go to the Snow Willow Demon Palace. Liu will definitely sweep up the bed to welcome him! This is Liu's 'divine consciousness order'. With this, With this order, Brother Ning can enter and leave the Snow Willow Demon Palace as he pleases. No one will stop him! Farewell!"
Liu Haoyue once again clasped her fists respectfully, shook her body, and pulled a ray of spirit away from the imperial tomb.
Ning Fan looked at Liu Haoyue's departing light, thoughtfully. Take a closer look at the Divine Consciousness Token in your palm.
This kind of token is condensed by some powerful monks with the power of spiritual thoughts to prove their identity.
This kind of token can be contained in the sea of consciousness and is easy to store. Another advantage is that it can be taken out of the royal tomb.
There were only four words on the Divine Consciousness Order, but these four words shocked Ning Fan deeply.
'Snow Willow Demon Emperor'!
That Liu Haoyue was surprisingly one of the three famous demon emperors in the tree world... The Xueliu Demon Emperor was a true Void-Smashing Emperor!
"Unexpectedly, I unexpectedly established a friendship with a Shujie Suixu..." Ning Fan shook his head and chuckled. Pointing at a little divine consciousness token, the token immediately turned into light and disappeared into the sea of consciousness.
Looking across the night, Ning Fan remained silent for a while, walked down the small bridge over the flowing water, and walked through the night in the water town.
From both sides of the river, drumming and laughter could be heard from the awning boats.
Between the nostrils, there is moist and floating breath, carrying the aroma of rape flowers.
The night faded. The morning light is faint.
Ning Fan walked under the finely woven thin tiles, looking at the prints of the green bricks under his feet, and at the plum blossoms floating in the pottery jar at the entrance of the alley.
Holding a Qiang flute, I walked through the clear lake covered by reeds. I walked past the bright tiles in the halls and the clusters of restrained bamboos.
One day, two days, three days...
As Ning Fan walked along the way, he encountered some spiritual beasts and monsters, so he killed them all casually so as not to upset his mood.
As time passed day by day, his soul cultivation level also increased slightly.
There are six levels, seven levels... and ten levels of opening up the meridians.
Ning Fan stood on a mountain top, recalling the scene when he broke through the spirit fusion.
Back then, he broke through the Fusion Spirit with a golden elixir Dao fruit... Those days in Qimei are all gone forever...
Roar!
On the top of the mountain, several giant bear spirits, each with a cultivation level of tenth level, roared towards Ning Fan.
Ning Fan didn't look back, he just casually took out the Qiang flute and harvested the lives of several furbolgs at will.
After swallowing the Furbolg's Pulse-Bearing Thunder Fruit, this weak split-soul body broke through the Soul Fusion at this moment!
"The spirit is melted... just like back then..."
Ning Fan's eyes became more and more thoughtful as he flew down to the top of the mountain. After the soul fusion, this fragment of his soul can fly into the sky and escape to the earth.
He performed the Snow Stepping Technique that he had not used for many years, just like before, he crept across the sky.
He flew high above the nine heavens and headed straight for the Central Territory, alarming many ferocious beasts from the outer realm that were hidden from the world along the way.
Among these ferocious beasts, there are those in the early, middle, late and peak stages of soul fusion, but as long as they are under the golden elixir, no one can stop Ning Fan from demanding his life with the Qiang Di!
laugh! laugh! laugh!
The Qiang flute fell into Ning Fan's hands and became a magic weapon.
Ning Fan killed tens of thousands of soul-melting ferocious beasts along the way, and his cultivation level also increased.
The early stage of spirit fusion, the middle stage of spirit fusion, the late stage of spirit fusion, the peak of spirit fusion...
As he neared the golden elixir breakthrough, Ning Fan recalled the blood-soaked journey he took to break through the golden elixir.
I remembered the deep love of Patriarch Huoyun, the humiliation of Da Jin, and the fights in the outer sea...
Reminds me of the bold words I said back then!
Don’t seek longevity, don’t seek verticality, just seek to straighten your reflection!
"Golden elixir..." With a flash of light and aura, he had already broken through the golden elixir!
It was like a stream of light rushing into the middle realm, immediately alarming countless undead in the middle realm!
In the Central Realm, most of the undead have cultivation bases, and their cultivation bases are not low. There are many golden elixirs, Yuanying, and even gods.
Ning Fan chose to escape to the poor mountains and rivers. Every time he traveled through a region, he would be besieged by an area of undead, and he would also have to slaughter an area of undead monks!
Every time you kill an undead, you will get a thunder fruit...
The cultivation level is improved step by step, reaching the middle stage, late stage, peak stage of Jindan... approaching the Nascent Soul stage again!
Under the night, Ning Fan walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, walking out of a valley of the dead, looking at the bright moon above his head, recalling his determination when he gave birth to a baby!
I thought of the tenderness that was reluctant to kill Zhihe, and of the inner demons that had troubled me for many years...
You are the inner demon that I will never be able to kill...
"Nascent Soul..." Ning Fan drank countless Thunder Fruits, and his cultivation level exceeded Nascent Soul at this moment.
Although there are Nascent Souls and spirit-transforming undead souls in the Central Territory, they do not exist on a large scale.
Ning Fan could not obtain Thunder Fruit through large-scale killings and advance to become a god or refining the void like he had broken through the previous realms...
He flew directly to the central realm, stopped killing, and flew to a place close to the divine realm.
He no longer concealed his evil aura. All the undead he met along the way felt Ning Fan's intimidating aura, and they all trembled and did not dare to attack Ning Fan again.
Ning Fan stood outside the divine realm, sensing the unusual and sinister aura in the divine realm, and gently stopped his steps.
He was not planning to enter the God's Domain. If there really was an undead soul of the Thunder Emperor in the God's Domain, his soul would only end up being destroyed if he entered the God's Domain.
It has been several months since I entered the imperial tomb, and my injuries to the outside world should be almost healed.
A fragment of Ning Fan's soul entered the imperial tomb, traveling from the outer realm through the middle realm to the outskirts of the divine realm. His initial goal of exploring the imperial tomb has basically been achieved.
Next, it’s time to leave the imperial tomb...
Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the dim night, Ning Fan felt as if his heart had stopped.
Whether it's true or not, he doesn't care about it at all.
All he cares about are those people, those things, those obsessions...
The worldly dust is like smoke when I turn back, and the bright moon fades away with a smile. He looked calmly at the ray of moonlight, but his mood at this moment was close to the avenue.
He suddenly had an urge to pick up those memories and ignite that moonlight!
The moonlight is misty and hard to find, let alone igniting...
But Ning Fan had a strange feeling... As long as he wanted to, he could ignite the moonlight!
Enlightenment along the way is not without success. At least Ning Fan gained enough insights, and these insights were enough for him to create his own spell again!
He looked at the seemingly empty moonlight and suddenly stood proudly on the top of the mountain, clasping his fingers together.
"Perhaps I can create my own 'Void-Burning Technique' before I leave..." Ning Fan smiled lightly. If he integrated his insights into this technique... he could light up the moonlight! Set fire to nothingness!
He has not yet realized how terrifying the magical power he created will be.
And what kind of strong Void Shatterer would be almost scared to death by this technique...
Outside the troll clan, an arrogant old man in gray suddenly arrived with an order from the Rain Emperor.
"I, Yun Daoku, have been ordered to come here to convey the Rain Emperor's decree. Where is Zhou Ming? Come out quickly to receive the decree!"
His voice was not loud, but it blended into the aura of Sui Xu First Layer, shocking the entire troll clan!
There was a hint of coldness in his eyes. He heard that the Red Demon King whom he supported died in the hands of Ning Fan... The Red Demon King was kept. He was still of some use, but now he is dead...
It seems like I need to teach Ning Fan a little lesson today!
"Where is Zhou Ming!" Yundao shouted coldly, and the heavy northern wind and snow were dispersed by him with one word, and the mountains and rivers collapsed.
