HCB Chapter 265 No matter where you go, you are moving forward
Chapter 265 No matter where you go, you are moving forward
"That's all I can explain to you. You'll need to understand the details yourself. However, the methods nowadays are different from those of ancient times. I can only tell you one thing: if you want to enter the Ninth Rank, you must refine your spirit to the point of fusion. Otherwise, you'll be stuck at the peak of the Eighth Rank, unable to advance any further."
The Nine-Tailed Fox spoke extremely seriously, so seriously that even Ji Mo thought he was a different person.
Although the Nine-Tailed Fox told so much and explained it in such detail.
But Ji Mo still couldn't understand it. After all, he had no knowledge about this piece of knowledge. However, he still carefully memorized this knowledge in his mind and understood some information from it.
"The Daoyuan War, such a familiar name, but I can't recall it. The memory immersed in the depths of my mind seems to be from a previous life. Although I can't remember it, Ji Mo also keenly sensed that something must have happened since the Daoyuan War, causing a huge impact, so that the transformation from the previous practice of refining the spirit to the current cultivation of the Tao has caused a fundamental difference between the two."
"But there is a close connection between the two. If you want to break through the sixth level, you must practice the Divine Way. If you want to break through the ninth level, you must practice the Divine Way to the point of Fusion. The two complement each other and are not separate."
"I have a hunch at the end of the season that the information the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox is talking about is almost impossible to understand unless you are at the eighth level. Even among those at the peak of the eighth level, it is very likely that only a portion of them know it."
"After all, if Ji Mo hadn't encountered the nine-tailed demon fox that existed alongside the heaven and earth, there would have been no chance of him ever hearing this ancient information even until his death."
This is why Ji Mo felt apprehensive. Why would the Nine-Tailed Fox tell him such a dense and valuable piece of information? What price would he have to pay for knowing this knowledge and receiving his gift?
The friendliness of the Nine-tailed Fox far exceeded Ji Mo's imagination, but as the old saying goes, one should not have the intention to harm others, but one must be on guard against others. There must be a price to pay for every gain, and to receive such a gift, one must also pay an equal price. Ji Mo looked at the Nine-tailed Fox, but found that the fog was getting thicker and the figure of the Nine-tailed Fox was gradually moving away.
His intuition told him that he could only ask one last question. The place where he existed was about to disappear. The Nine-tailed Fox seemed to have sensed something. He smiled slightly and waited for Ji Mo to speak.
Isolated by the thick fog, Ji Mo uttered his final doubts: "Why did you tell me so much? Why were you so kind to us, even granting us wishes so generously?"
His face was dim in the thick fog, and his gentle voice came out slowly. At the end of the season, he could even feel him opening his arms and embracing the sky, as if embracing the whole world.
"At the end of the season, I know what you're thinking and I know how worried you are. Sometimes, you think too much."
"Don't be afraid of me, and don't worry about the return of these gifts. There's only a slight chance of that happening when you reach the Ninth Shift. I don't know if that person is you, or who else it might be." "As for your question, I am the will of this world. I love everything about it. My attitude towards each person may be slightly different, but you are all part of this world. I love the world, and naturally, I love you too."
The ethereal words disappeared, and thick fog surrounded the whole world. The crisp cries of foxes rang out from the other side of the world, ethereal and blurred. Gradually, the voices of foxes became more and more, as if countless foxes gathered together to make a chorus. The light melody made Ji Mo a little sleepy. The thick fog turned into a thin quilt and wrapped him up. He lay on the ground without knowing when, and his open eyelids gradually became weak. Amid the chorus of fox calls, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
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In the thick fog, he seemed to have had a long dream. He returned to the earthen house in the mountains and looked at his young self lying on the bed, playing with the new toys brought by his father. His mother was washing clothes in a wooden barrel outside the house. His father added some firewood to the earthen stove in the kitchen. The fat in the pot kept bursting, making a "crackling" sound. The fragrance wafted out from the lid of the pot and into Ji Mo's nostrils. As he grew up, Ji Mo watched from afar. Everything was so warm and comfortable.
He walked quickly towards it, but found that the faster he ran, the faster the earthen houses left, until he could no longer see those figures. Ji Mo stood there in a daze, tears sliding down his eyes involuntarily. He murmured silently: "Wait for me, wait for me."
The next moment, the world seemed to have heard his prayer. He suddenly appeared outside the earthen stove, leaning against the mud wall, staring blankly at the dusty figure beside the stove. He was still very young at that time, and there were not many traces of time left on his face. He had a thin body and skin tanned by the scorching sun. He raised his right hand covered with ashes, wiped his cheek that was smoked, and smiled.
In an instant, he seemed to realize something, turned his head and looked towards the door. His dark eyes seemed to see through countless time and accurately saw Ji Mo crying in front of the door. He stood up and no longer paid attention to the earthen stove behind him.
The dark arm slowly rose up, wanting to touch Ji Mo's cheek and wipe away his tears, but he suddenly realized that his arm was covered in ashes and stopped. He smiled bitterly and couldn't help scratching his head, just like before.
Ji Mo looked at the arm so close to him and took the initiative to move closer, but in an instant he heard a shattering sound. The dream that was formed for some unknown reason shattered at this moment. The familiar figure seemed to turn into broken glass and turned into countless fragments. Ji Mo raised his hand, everything was so close to him, but he couldn't catch anything.
The broken mirror reflected the broken figure, which gradually became blurred. In the countless lenses, the figure's lips kept moving, as if repeating a sentence over and over again.
Ji Mo kept blinking, squeezing out the tears, and looked at his lips with blurred vision, trying to make out the words he wanted to say but couldn't make any sound.
The shattered mirror turned into smoke and drifted into the sky. The world was filled with dead silence. A dark light rose into the sky, taking everything away. Ji Mo knew that the time to leave had come, but he stopped crying. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, remembering the smile he once had and the lips that kept moving. He murmured softly, his eyes blurred, as if he had returned to countless years ago: "Go forward?"
"Let's go then."
In the dead and dark night, Ji Mo no longer hesitated, taking one step after another, not knowing the direction, the way, or where to go, but just moving forward step by step with his feet on the ground.
“Wherever you go, you’re moving forward.”