OBS Chapter 597: The Secret of the Galaxy, Purple Gold Spear
Chapter 597: The Secret of the Galaxy, Purple Gold Spear
Hong Qian had been stabbed in the chest with a sword since the battle in Xinghe. Every two hours, he would feel a dull pain in his chest. The pain seemed real and imaginary. Even if he used spiritual energy to relieve the pain, it was just scratching the surface and could never relieve the pain.
No matter how angry or hateful he was, he could do nothing about it. There was an empty space in his chest. His original name was the Three-hearted Old Man, who moved the world, but now he became the Hollow Old Man, which was really aggrieved.
The bodies of the strong men who practice physical training have been tempered. They often use their bodies to shake the thunder of the sky and the fire of the earth. They pay attention to simplicity and roughness. Their tolerance to pain is much higher than that of ordinary monks. The stabbing pain in the chest is like a long sword piercing into the chest. Although it hurts, it is not unbearable. However, the feeling of being neither real nor unreal, coupled with the intermittent pain, made Hong Qian full of anger and extremely irritable.
While searching for books and chess pieces, he met a few monks along the way. They did nothing wrong and greeted him respectfully, giving him enough face. However, Hong Qian got irritated and suddenly attacked them with a punch in the chest. The fierce punch only lasted for a moment before engulfing the monks.
Hong Qian left naturally. When the next pain came, he was in a tiankeng. He howled angrily, and the sound shattered the rocks. He pounded his chest hard, making loud "bang bang" sounds like thunder.
It was truly a disaster, with countless birds paralyzed, animals trembling with fear, and many dying suddenly. Hong Qian was sweating all over, and collapsed to the ground. He reached out to touch his chest, and the blank area was gradually expanding. He was very sure that if he couldn't find a solution, everything he had... would completely turn into nothingness.
Thinking of this, he became even more terrified. If he died in battle or was killed, there would still be a body left behind. He had been here and left deep footprints on the road. But if he completely turned into nothingness, even he himself would doubt his own existence. What was the meaning of it?
He would rather face thousands of mysterious thunders alone than be struck by this sword. The more he thought about it, the more his fear grew. He thought, "I, Hong Qian, have practiced for countless years, but I have ended up in such a predicament. I can't wait any longer. I must find Daoshu and Qi as soon as possible. I still have a lot of spiritual energy and can still fly in the air."
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On the other side, stars were moving around Li Changxiao. He was not completely ignorant of the power of stars and could even be considered to have made some achievements in it.
He had entered the ancient tomb of the Seven-Star Poison Lord, and the fake body temple enshrined various physiques, including the Seven-Star Divine Body. With the help of physique and years of study, even if Li Changxiao was stupid, he should have made some progress. And Li Changxiao's aptitude is really not "good or bad". It seems that he is really very bad to say that he has poor talent, but he has walked his own way, and on this secluded path, he is walking faster and faster, and walking farther and farther. Even many former geniuses, at the same level, are far inferior to him in perception and speed.
Under such circumstances, Li Changxiao thought that he had a pretty good understanding of the movement of the stars. Compared to magic, fighting, and killing, Li Changxiao was more interested in various miscellaneous studies. In fact, cultivators were all smart people. Unless there was an irreconcilable hatred, few people would fight when they met. Mastering a miscellaneous study could also make the path smoother.
Of course, Li Changxiao's path now is more than "smooth". He studies miscellaneous subjects only out of his own interest and because he does not want the achievements of his predecessors to be buried. He studies for himself and others, which is selfish but also beneficial to the world.
But at a certain moment, the galaxy stopped and then flowed backwards.
He had disappeared, leaving behind a letter, but he was still worried. Mu Qin, who was watching from the side, was startled. She tapped the river surface with her finger, feeling the changes, and breathed a sigh of relief. She thought, "The river is flowing backwards, but it's not violent. It looks disorderly, but it's actually orderly. It didn't touch some taboos, and it didn't bring about any accidents. He is fine."
Glancing at her reflection in the lake, Mu Qin was startled, and quickly glanced away, but then turned back, staring blankly at herself. She knew that Li Changxiao was cautious and prudent, and seemed frivolous but actually careful, but she still couldn't help but worry when she saw the unusual movement. She shook her head slowly, thinking to herself how terrible this mortal mind was.
After a while, she stood up and walked out alone. She was sure that this was all within Li Changxiao's expectations, he had discovered the secret in the river, and his safety was not in jeopardy, so it was time for her to leave.
"I left without saying goodbye again. Don't blame me. If we are destined to meet again, I will apologize." She murmured to herself, without looking back, she took a step forward and was already thousands of miles away.
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Deep in the river. Li Changxiao was enveloped by a purple-gold halo. It was worth his days of exploration. He finally cracked the secret of the galaxy and found something hidden in the deepest part. He reached out to the purple-gold halo and slowly pulled out a spear. The spear was purple-gold in color and about ten feet long. Judging from its appearance alone, this spear was domineering and stunning. Once it came out, thousands of stars dimmed.
He held it in his hand and gradually felt a burst of warmth. He swung it gently, and the tip of the gun pointed to the direction of the stars. However, he could vaguely feel the sadness emanating from it while holding it in his hand.
Li Changxiao let go of his hand, letting the purple gold spear hang in the river. He looked at it carefully, from the tip to the tail of the spear. Every inch and every millimeter seemed to be carved by ghosts and gods. If we talk about quality, this thing is probably better than the Thunder Sword and the Taipan Pearl, and is comparable to his Yinzhi Mirror.
But the purple gold spear was hidden in the river, which only increased the loss. At this moment, if compared with the objects in Li Changxiao's dream space, it is probably far inferior. Although the appearance of the purple gold spear is still there, its inner meaning has long been worn out. If Li Changxiao is not wrong, this spear should be the thing of "Ancestor Mu".
This galaxy was also created intentionally by him. The countless stars were just the things that nourished this spear. On the spear body, there were still some traces of the invincibility left by the past battles. However, although this galaxy nourished this spear, it seemed to suppress it at the same time. It was as if the ancestor Mu wanted to bury this spear in the galaxy forever and never see it again.
Moreover, the sadness in it is even more obvious, and there must be many twists and turns hidden in it. Since Li Changxiao has entered the Great Heaven Realm, if he can understand the ancient things, he will not want to miss it.
He held the spear in his hand and danced with it, stirring up the stars. He was not really a spearman. Although the spear dance was pleasing to the eye, it did not reveal any spear intention. It looked good but was not useful. But then he thought that although he often used the sword, his talent in swordsmanship was just so-so. He was different from the world in the moment of drawing the sword, but that was all. He laughed at himself and danced with the spear more vigorously. He kept doing the same routine, just like a child who picked up a stick and hit people randomly.
He put away the purple-gold spear and suddenly thought, is it possible that Ancestor Mu is still in the Great Heaven Realm?