Chapter 2311 Where is the Dao? Ancient Sounds Resonate
Watching Shen Wuyun being gradually won over by Chen Qingyuan, Ye Liujun felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, finding it quite amusing.
Chen Qingyuan and Shen Wuyun talked, and Chen Qingyuan raised many disheartening questions.
Occasionally Shen Wuyun would reply, but most of the time he remained silent.
Just a moment ago, Shen Wuyun felt a sense of loneliness, like being in a foreign land. Now, he only felt his ears ringing, his head spinning, and he longed for some peace and quiet.
Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Wuyun took the initiative to attack.
He pulled out a storybook and struck right at the heart of the matter: "Brother Chen, I heard you were jilted twice before. Could you tell me the details? I'm very interested in that."
The cover of the storybook prominently displays the words: "The Venerable One's Unbearable Past."
Chen Qingyuan was immediately speechless: "..."
We're having a normal chat, you can't do this!
Whenever Chen Qingyuan tries to forget those past events, someone always brings them up again. It's not that he's afraid to face the past, but rather that it's embarrassing.
"Chatting with you is really boring."
In an instant, Chen Qingyuan lost interest, gave Shen Wuyun a cold glare, and turned back to An Xiruo's side.
"Brother Chen, I'll be leaving now, I won't chat for long!"
Watching Chen Qingyuan flee in panic, a smile finally appeared on Shen Wuyun's face, and his listless antennae twitched with joy.
Under a starry sky, An Xiruo, dressed in red, stood out from the crowd.
"Does my brother still hold such a grudge against us?"
The two did not conceal their conversation, and An Xiruo naturally overheard it.
Chen Qingyuan transmitted his voice, "I did it on purpose, just to give this kid a laugh."
If he really cared about this, the myriad realms would never have continued selling these stories; they would have long ago used their great supernatural powers to erase all the books.
“Even at times like this, my brother can still find something amusing.”
An Xiruo greatly admired Chen Qingyuan's mindset, which truly allowed him to face everything with equanimity.
Instead of worrying, it's better to put your mind at ease.
Anyway, if the sky falls, Chen Qingyuan doesn't need to hold it up, so why bother with this?
An Xiruo, wearing a red veil, her face partially obscured, said, "That's true."
Doom!
From the depths of the black mist, a Daoist sound resounded, similar to the clanging of an ancient bell, echoing throughout all realms, its lingering resonance lasting a long time.
"Where is the Dao...?"
His hoarse, weathered voice reached the ears of the assembled heroes.
The word "Tao" strikes the depths of the soul, causing many to tremble and their eyes to shift constantly, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.
Throughout history, countless geniuses have spent their entire lives searching for the path to the Great Dao, only to find it fruitless and leave behind endless regrets.
"All things wither and flourish, life and death cycle endlessly. Is there truly a way to achieve immortality in this world?"
Soon after, ancient sounds were heard again. The words contained confusion and resentment.
"The sand in the palm of your hand becomes the stars."
A bold statement resounded throughout the heavens. Perhaps it was the cry of a great master from ancient times, in a moment of triumph.
"Break through the illusions in your heart, and you will see the true face of the Great Dao."
His magnetic male voice exuded an absolute confidence that commanded the world.
"A lone boat traverses three thousand realms, rising against the current straight to the ninth heaven!"
These words, brimming with heroic spirit, were like a sharp sword slicing through the eerie black mist, piercing the hearts of every top expert, stirring up ripples in their minds that lingered for a long time.
"A sword embraces the Milky Way, a dream spans eternity."
"The green hills remain, and the setting sun has reddened them many times."
"The path to immortality is elusive and elusive. Where, then, does my path lead?"
"..."
Ancient sounds are like songs, melodious and lingering.
Clearly, these voices did not originate from Mu Cangyan, but were traces left behind by ancient powerful beings.
This scene was strikingly similar to Chen Qingyuan's previous experience in the Forbidden Zone of Ember Snow. The ancient, unknown stone tablet, bearing the traces of many ancient beings, lamented the hopelessness of immortality and refused to stagnate.
As Chen Qingyuan and the others listened to these ancient sounds, their emotions were more or less affected.
Many people wore a sorrowful expression, as if they had witnessed countless ancient masters struggling to find the Great Dao but failing.
Looking at the past and reflecting on the present, many people have foreseen their own fate.
He sought the Way but failed to attain it, and passed away with regret.
Life's path is often not as one wishes.
"What is he going to do?"
Listening to the ancient and mysterious sounds that occasionally drifted through the air, Ye Liujun faced the black mist, his expression solemn, and murmured softly.
"It can't be preaching, can it?"
Gu Kongsu said coldly.
Given Mu Cangyan's personality, it's impossible for him to be so kind. In his eyes, everything in the world is a pawn, including the emperors who have attained enlightenment throughout the ages.
He would do anything to achieve immortality.
Selfless preaching is absolutely impossible.
"With this move, the supreme beings of all realms will be drawn to the Divine Land. Even knowing that the road ahead is fraught with peril, they will still flock to it."
Chen Qingyuan saw through Mu Cangyan's intentions in a single sentence.
"If that's the case, China will be in great chaos."
Ye Liujun seemed to have foreseen the chaotic world of the underworld in the future, and his heart was heavy.
"In an era of great contention, one must either advance further or... become a withered skeleton in the torrent of history."
Shen Wuyun was lost in thought, and his voice was hoarse.
“With my sister here, the overall situation in Shenzhou won’t be chaotic,” Gu Kong interjected, displaying absolute confidence in Zhi Xi’s abilities. Then, as if remembering something, his expression suddenly tightened, and he added, “Unless this guy actually succeeds, then…”
He hesitated to speak, but his meaning was clear.
Chen Qingyuan said, "It won't be that easy for him to succeed."
Gu Kong cast a glance at them, though they were hundreds of miles apart, it felt like they were right next to each other: "Why?"
"Senior Zhixi will not allow Mu Cangyan's plan to proceed smoothly, nor will Emperor Taiwei allow it to develop."
Chen Qingyuan explained his reasoning.
Senior Zhixi?
Hearing this address, Gu Kong was slightly taken aback. Then, he glanced at Zhi Xi beside him, before turning his gaze back to Chen Qingyuan, his expression playful and his eyes mocking, thinking to himself, "This silly boy still calls me 'senior'?"
Chen Qingyuan is quite cunning in his daily life.
When it comes to such an important matter, you've become so slow to react.
Gu Kong smiled inwardly at Chen Qingyuan's stunned reaction.
Zhi Xi is an introverted person, so the possibility of her taking the initiative to explain the master-disciple relationship to Chen Qingyuan is extremely slim.
It wasn't that Chen Qingyuan was slow to react, but rather that he was overly respectful. Deep down, he regarded Zhixi as a very respectable elder and dared not offend her in the slightest, fearing that he would be rejected if he made things clear.
The more you care, the less you dare to act casually.
Therefore, the relationship between Chen Qingyuan and Zhixi appears quite delicate.
They had a teacher-student relationship, but no formal teacher-student relationship.
It's unclear how long this situation will last.
With Chen Qingyuan's keen senses, he naturally caught the hint of surprise and amusement in Gu Kong's eyes. Not knowing why, a look of doubt flashed across his eyes.
