Cultivation Starts From BTTH

Chapter 510

On the island, before the stone wall.

The eyes of Xiao Han and others are all staring at the line of inscriptions on the stone wall in front of them:

I have a holy heart, when the dust is gone, the light will be born, and it will shine through the mountains and rivers.

——Leaving the Hate Sword Saint

A Heavenly Sovereign-level swordsman has left characters with mottled ancient characters. I don't know how many vicissitudes he has gone through. However, a short line of text is shocking.

This swordsman claims that he has the ambition of Saint Rank, but the reality is cruel. He stopped in the sea of ​​misery and failed to find the other side of Saint Rank.

Years have passed, and there is no way to know the experience of this swordsman in the sea of ​​bitterness, but it is possible to imagine the scene of this swordsman at the time of writing. , This line of ancient characters must be the true portrayal of his heart when he was dying.

Possessing sage will, regret to die.

The way of Saint Rank is extremely difficult. Since ancient times, it has been a sage's achievement that can kill thousands of bones. However, this holy way still has a fatal attraction to people. For thousands of years, countless people have followed suit.

Although there are thousands of people, I will go there to realize the way of the sage.

This Sword Saint is only one-ten-thousandth of the one who fell on this road to becoming a saint.

Looking at the words left by the Sword Saint on the stone wall, the young descendants of the Great Thousand World on the side were deeply touched. The Holy Way, for them, was too unpredictable, and they could not understand the kind of holy way. It's hard, but judging from the words left by this swordsman, they can also vaguely understand this holy way at this moment, and it is not easy to walk.

Perhaps, some people can't touch the threshold of the Holy Way in their whole life.

"Saint Rank!" Xiao Han and the others all looked solemn, the saintly way was brilliant, making people yearn for it.

"Let's go." Xiao Han said to Xiao Yan, then he didn't stay any longer, and took the lead in swept away into the sea of ​​bitterness.

A group of young people once again embarked on a journey of bitterness.

The other side, where is it?

After passing through that island, Xiao Han and his party never encountered other islands. What they faced was only the boundless sea of ​​bitterness, black waves, and the same scene every day.

In the dark sky and bitter sea, a group of young people marched forward day and night.

Time passed, but there was no reference to the passage of time, so that later, Xiao Han and others had forgotten the existence of time here.

Walking is the only thing they can do.

Day after day, there is no concept of time in the sea of ​​suffering, and Xiao Han and his party have no idea how long they have walked in the sea of ​​suffering.

The other side, far away.

The sea of ​​suffering is endless, the journey, and the loneliness is incomparable. This is a kind of torment, a kind of spiritual torture.

enough to drive you crazy.

"I'm not leaving, we can't get out." A junior from the Temple of Human Slaughter stopped and gave up.

"Ah, I don't want to die, I want to go out!" Another person stopped, grabbed his hair, and fell into a mental breakdown.

As soon as the words fell, a monstrous storm swept out from the soles of their feet, directly swallowing their bodies completely, killing them instantly.

This is the cruelty of the sea of ​​bitterness. If you give up, you can only die.

Xiao Han and the others did not stop and continued to move forward. They had become accustomed to such deaths. In the sea of ​​suffering, such deaths were being staged every day.

The sea of ​​bitterness, where the opportunity for Saint Rank is hidden, cannot be obtained by mediocre people.

In the sea of ​​bitterness, either, die in humility; or, live in glory.

Here, from the moment of entering, it is destined to belong to the strong.

There is no end to the sea of ​​suffering, no shore to turn back, and there is not much left of the previous group of young Heavens Pride who stepped into the sea of ​​suffering with great ambition.

Today, in the sea of ​​bitterness, there are only a handful left, Xiao Han, Xiao Yan, Lin Xiyan, and Mohe Tian of the Five Great Ancient Clans, no more than ten people.

The cruelty here is beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

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On this day, Xiao Han and the others finally discovered another island. There is also a stone wall with inscriptions, but unlike before, there are no skeletons in front of the stone wall.

Moreover, the engraving on the stone wall is not a regretful message on the deathbed, but two deafening verses:

"How did Bodhi come to have the fruit of realization? Today I know that I am me!"

In front of the stone wall, there are no skeletons, and the poems have the meaning of enlightenment.

"Could it be that there was a strong person here to testify the holy way?" Xiao Han and others had such a guess, after all, this is the most reasonable guess.

The discovery of this island is undoubtedly exciting.

A lonely journey, there is no bitter sea on the other side, the discovery here is undoubtedly hope for Xiao Han and others, and it also proves from a certain aspect.

The sea of ​​bitterness is not without shore.

It's just that they haven't found a way to the other side.

"These two poems may be the way to the other side of the sea of ​​suffering."

Xiao Han and his party did not leave, they all chose to stay in front of this rock wall to find the way to the other side. Since someone has crossed from here to the other side, then they can too.

As a result, the group began to circle around this stone wall every day, and started their own thinking.

"How did Bodhi have the fruit of realization? Today we know that I am me!" Every day, these two poems are still the most talked about by the group.

With the passage of time, everyone, more or less, has a certain perception in their hearts.

"I think...I see."

On this day, Xiao Han, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the stone wall, stood up. He walked to the edge of the island, with the sea of ​​bitterness under his feet. Xiao Han looked at the turbulent waves in the distance, but there was no wave in the ancient well.

There is no end to the sea of ​​suffering, this sentence is not wrong.

Because the sea of ​​suffering is never in front of you, but in your heart.

A sea of ​​bitterness in my heart, where can I end up?

"Everything that has something to do with it is false. It can break the falsehood. The state of mind is perfect, and it can prove the holy way." Xiao Han's eyes are clear, and he is in the clouds, not afraid of floating clouds to cover his eyes.

"I understand too." At this time, Xiao Yan also came over, and the two stood side by side, looking at the sea of ​​suffering.

"What did you see?" Xiao Han looked into the distance, didn't look at Xiao Yan, just asked.

"Shen Huo." Xiao Yan responded and also asked, "What did you see?"

"Holy Ice." Xiao Han said.

"You see Shenhuo, I see holy ice. We have seen our own holy way." Xiao Han said.

Afterwards, the two looked at each other and smiled, stepped out, and the flowers bloomed on the other side...

(End of this chapter)