Destiny is ashes

Chapter 751 Prelude (4400, revised, everyone needs to refresh before reading!)
In the retreat room of Shihui Peak, dust floats lightly in the moonlight reflected by the mirror. In the jade box emitting green fluorescence, a scripture written in gold leaves lies quietly in the center. The gold leaf Taoist scripture is shining and spotless. There are silver streams of light flickering on it, extending along the lines of the book and the gold leaves, and finally vaguely outlining the ancient Taoist text.

【Miraculous Records of the Miraculous Heavenly Observation】

Mi Luo means covering the whole sky. Mi Luo Heaven is the Supreme Mi Luo Supreme Heaven, the highest heaven where one can overlook everything.

This sutra is named 'Miraculous Records of the Monitoring of the Dao by Miluo Tian'. If it is not false, it should be a record of Miluo Tian's monitoring of various paths. Although it is not a scripture for cultivation, it must contain many techniques and even magical powers for monitoring the Dao. Its preciousness is unimaginable and it is definitely one of the many great inheritances.

Observe the sky and the earth, supervise the gods and monitor the way.

Look up at the sun and moon; look down at all living beings.

The owner of the retreat room, Miao Yunying silently picked up the golden-leaf Taoist scripture and read the names of the scriptures with a calm gaze. This scripture that came to Huaixu with him as a cradle could not be understood by anyone except him. Even he could not understand the meaning of the Taoist patterns on it at the beginning.

Until one day...one of Miao Yunying's most ordinary days, he suddenly understood.

Moreover, he also understood the rules of the inheritance of the Golden Leaf Scriptures.

[In the Jiandao Palace, the one with the strongest cultivation will be able to inherit this sutra]

The one with the strongest cultivation.

Miao Yunying, who was only a martial artist, naturally knew the meaning behind this rule.

Before that day, he might have had a few 'tribesmen' scattered across the world.

And after that day...Miao Yunying might be the last Pure Land citizen of the 'Jian Dao Palace' in this world.

Under the deep gaze of Miao Yunying, he stroked the ancient golden leaf scripture. There might not be only one copy of this scripture, but every child who was sent away from his homeland had one, as a carrier for the transfer of the essence of the Great Dao... But it was obviously also made in the extremely ancient past. His ancestors, parents, and many other clansmen might have touched and obtained this scripture. Their will and beliefs were all retained in this scripture, hoping that someone could understand it again.

Closing his eyes, Miao Yunying seemed to see many hazy shadows. The instructions and expectations placed on this scripture seemed to travel through the eternal years and reach his ears.

But in a flash, all these phantoms were shattered, like a broken mirror turned into thousands of pieces.

Because Miao Yunying couldn't understand.

He could read the first few chapters, but it was impossible to read further.

Because he can't cultivate immortality.

Huai Xu, who is a martial artist, cannot cultivate immortality. If he really follows the original chapter to open his spirit, the result for Miao Yunying will be "fall from immortality".

Therefore, even though he had such great scriptures in his hands, Miao Yunying was unable to understand it at all.

Closing her eyes, Miao Yunying seemed to recall the day when the scriptures were opened to her. A silver-green light shone on the golden leaves, flowing quietly and peacefully in the reflection of the mirror.

When I was younger, I wanted to open it with endless surprise, but ended up disappointed.

Maybe it's not fate. I will never be able to open it again in my lifetime. Today is the last time.

But if it is the future of the future, my descendants, that distant generation, perhaps they will be able to... understand the truth about this scripture and the truth behind the scripture record, the Jiandao Palace.

"Get ready to start."

Mumbling softly to himself, Miao Yunying put away the Golden Leaf Scripture and placed it in the jade box. Then he stood up, walked out of the retreat room, and returned to his own cave.

Here, Luo Qinghui was concentrating on drawing talismans. The lively woman with a beautiful face noticed the approach of her lover, happily stopped her work, turned around and said, "Brother Miao, are you done with your retreat? But remember to practice in moderation, don't work so hard, or you'll get half the result with twice the effort."

"I will."

Miao Yunying walked forward with a smile and handed the jade box to Luo Qinghui, who was a little confused: "Is this... a gift? Is it a festival recently? Or is it a gift for the ceremony?"

"You can think of it as a gift for our children."

Miao Yunying said softly, and he signaled Luo Qinghui to put away the jade box. After seeing the jade box was put into the Taixu magic weapon, he suddenly said to Luo Qinghui: "I'm sorry."

"What's wrong..."

Although he didn't know what it was, Luo Qinghui was very happy to receive the gift. Just as he looked up, he suddenly smelled a fragrance, and then his consciousness instantly fell into darkness and he fell into a baby-like sleep.

Using the power of the sleeping pill to make Luo Qinghui fall asleep, Miao Yunying silently sacrificed his own 'Nativity Mirror Pill', a secret teaching of Shihui Peak. Suddenly, a physical body that could exist for a long time away from the main body but only had basic wisdom and could not be considered as his 'clone in the mirror' appeared. Holding Luo Qinghui, he activated the Taixu Talisman, and the entire clone disappeared.

"Get ready to start."

Watching his clone in the mirror sending Luo Qinghui away, Miao Yunying let out a long sigh. He seemed to vaguely feel what his parents felt when they put his young self into a swaddling cloth and sent him away.

Before this, he thought he had made up his mind, but now it seems a little shallow.

Especially...An Jing's existence.

Closing his eyes, Miao Yunying still remembered the moment when An Jing defeated him in an instant. He was not jealous, not at all, he even felt genuine joy, because that was undoubtedly a better and more outstanding person than himself, and a cornerstone for the long-term survival of the Mingjing Sect.

Perhaps... An Jing could do many things. Things that he couldn't do, that his master and his great master couldn't do, and even things that no one else could do.

Miao Yunying hopes that all this will have a good ending.

It’s a pity that he can’t see it, whether it’s good or bad.

He lowered his head and looked at his water mirror. The time displayed on it was the first half of midnight. Soon, a new day would arrive and the ceremony would begin.

With a firm mind and taking several breaths to keep himself in the most perfect condition, Miao Yunying prepared to go out.

He was going to do what he had to do...to struggle for an almost impossible good ending.

……

The moonlight penetrated the tree trunks and drooping branches, and sprinkled on the garden on the back mountain of Xuguang Peak, where Master Puming was taking care of the magical flowers and plants there.

This man, who wielded a sledgehammer and a humanoid self-propelled destructive device when he was young, also fell in love with growing flowers and plants when he got old. From the many wrinkles on Pu Ming Zhenjun's face, one can vaguely see the shadow of the charming beauty in the past.

With Pu Ming Zhenjun's strength, she could certainly stay young and girlish forever, but because of some things, she chose to grow old with her years and age until everything ended.

It was at this time that a figure quietly appeared in the garden on the back mountain of Xuguang Peak.

"Biying, why did you come to see me so early?"

Pu Ming Zhen Jun didn't even turn his head, his hands were still busy, and her words "already" referred to the grand ceremony that would be held soon: "You can see that we are all very busy and have our own things to do. If you want to chat, let's talk after the ceremony."

"Will there really be a Mingjing Sect after the Grand Ceremony?"

True Lord Biying asked this question, causing True Lord Puming to stop tending to the flowers and plants: "So, what do you mean?"

"I know."

True Lord Biying spoke in a calm and indifferent voice: "I know you have a connection with Dachen, right?" True Lord Puming turned around and saw the old lady who had always been smiling and had a kind face, but now her eyes were cold: "Biying, what do you want to say?"

There was no quibble or rebuttal. Master Pu Ming was quite calm at this moment: "Explain it clearly."

"Junior Sister Qu Yan."

At this moment, Biying, who revealed the original name of Master Puming, put his hands behind his back and said softly, "Gu Fei and I were both pursuing you back then. I know that we were too naive back then, and it was really too stupid to fight against each other without giving in."

"But in the end, we both grew up. Chen Yin stopped drinking, and I stopped fooling around. It has been like this for two thousand years."

Master Puming frowned at this moment. It was impossible for her not to hear that Master Biying had no purpose behind his words. He was just chatting: What do you want to say?

True Lord Biying smiled again. He raised his hand and pointed outside the gate of Mingjing Sect: "What I mean is, Qu Yan, no matter what you are planning with Dachen, you don't have to appear at the ceremony tomorrow."

"You should prepare to leave, leave the Mingjing Sect, leave Chenli, and even if possible... leave the entire Beixuan Jizhou."

"As long as you don't go to Zhongheng Daozhou, with your strength and the power of your disciples, it may be a little difficult to return to the Central Sect, but it will be absolutely no problem to build a very strong small sect in a certain area."

"As long as we don't go to Zhongheng Daozhou and don't stay in Huaixu Northern Frontier, there will always be a chance to rebuild."

"What if we insist on staying?" Master Puming frowned.

"That's a pity." True Lord Biying said, "I think it's not a completely bad thing for us to go back together."

"Qihezheng!"

Master Puming couldn't help but reveal Master Biying's real name: "What exactly are you going to do?"

How could she not hear that what Biying meant was that he was going to do something big! And the impact of this big event was so great that not only the entire Mingjing Sect, but even the entire northern part of Beixuanjizhou would fall and become a Jedi where it was difficult to survive.

But...how is this possible?

Taking a deep breath, Master Puming said solemnly, "Listen, Qi Hezheng, although I did have a deal with Dachen, I haven't gone crazy yet. To be honest, I just wanted to negotiate terms and guarantee that if Dachen has a chance to suppress Chenli, I will immediately take action to suppress Taiming Sect and other sects."

"At this point, it's almost impossible to survive, and we can't win even if we try. If that's the case, why don't we just find the strongest people and sell ourselves out?"

"By then, we can all survive. At worst, we can become obedient citizens of Dachen!"

"you're right."

Unexpectedly, True Lord Biying did not have the slightest intention of reprimanding him. Instead, he nodded and said, "You are right. We should do this. It is good to have a plan to protect the sect. This is not the time to care about the future or reputation."

“To be honest, Pu Ming, your idea is actually the safest. As long as there is a being that can pose a great threat to both us and the Taiming Sect, then joining Dachen is a good thing. After all, Dachen is the Tian Sect.

"But what Fu Jing and I do is different."

"Fu Jing did it too?" Master Pu Ming was obviously shocked: "Is he also on your side? Who did you contact? Shang Xuan Sect? Huang Yang Sect? Or did you contact... Tian Mo?"

Biying didn't say much, he just shook his head: "After all, there are only so many choices, Puming, I am just here to give you one last piece of advice. At this point, I also know that many of us can't get off the bus, but I still think that I have no other choice."

"And you, Fu Jing, and even Chen Yin and the others... you all deserve to live, and you all have a better future."

"Go, Qu Yan, go, don't come back. If you don't leave, there will be no future."

With a sigh, the shadow disappeared.

Pu Ming Zhen Jun stared at the place where he disappeared silently, then gritted his teeth and said: "That's it, that's it... You lunatic! Every time you encounter setbacks, you start to stand up like a hedgehog, and then explode!"

"and……"

She closed her eyes and recalled what Chen Yinzi had said when she was discussing the conflict between An Jing and Tai Ming Sect with other True Lords in the conference hall today.

"Sure enough...did it stimulate you too?"

At the same time, at Shihui Peak, Dan Palace, True Lord Fujing was refining the elixir.

While he was adding spiritual materials to the alchemy furnace with a smile on his face, he said to the disciple on the other side: "Xiu De, your strength has improved quite well recently... Do you know how Yun Ying has improved recently?"

“It’s pretty good too.”

Xiu De is a middle-aged man with a serious face, but he only looks so on the surface. In fact, he is quite lively. When he heard his master's joke, he joked, "It's not just his cultivation. His love life and life are also going smoothly. It's not like you and me, the master, who are two old bachelors."

"Haha, screw you, I just don't want to, but you can't."

Master Fu Jing laughed, but soon changed the subject: "So, you didn't let him go?"

"Master, you are joking."

Xiu De also smiled and said, "You must have discovered it a long time ago. Yun Ying discovered our plan."

"If he was a smart person, he would have run away long ago. If he wants to be a fool with us, then I have no reason to reject him."

“I hope he can be a smart guy.”

Master Fu Jing sighed and said, "Luo Qinghui is pregnant. He should leave. The sect needs to keep some offspring."

"To be honest, I don't really care about his problem... Xiu De, I'm just wondering what Lao Gu meant by what he said before."

Having said this, True Lord Fujing turned his head and looked in the direction of Jinghuang Peak: "Senior Brother Xiyi is still in seclusion. Perhaps... he has passed away. For decades, I have personally refined pills and sent them over. Although people always accepted them, I could sense that since fifteen years ago, no one ate the pills I personally refined."

"If not, how could Chen Yin secretly break through Chun Yang without telling us? But now, his knot has been untied... I can't figure out what's going on for the time being."

Turning his gaze back to the alchemy furnace, Fu Jing's smiling face flickered under the reflection of the spiritual fire, surrounded by a hint of dark aura.

He shook his head with great regret and stared at the furnace in front of him: "The elixir in here was originally prepared for him."

"Anyway, this is the last moment... Shude, please stand up."

"I can't make this last ingredient for the time being, so you have to do it."

"Yes, Master." Miao Yunying's teacher, Xiu De Zhenren stood up with a smile. Without hesitation, he opened the furnace lid and threw himself into the furnace.

Fu Jing closed his eyes.

This is the final...prelude to the grand ceremony.

Time flies and the last night passes.

At dawn, the Mingjing Sect ceremony began.

(End of this chapter)