Liu Changle in the Great World

Chen Lingxi was greatly surprised, and her brows furrowed deeply.

Why is Liu Changle's image appearing deep within this Ancestral Mountain?

"Moreover, there are two different Liu Changle on the two vortex mirrors!"

As Chen Lingxi gazed at the Long River in the distance, a sudden inspiration struck him.

Long ago, Liu Changle and he were slaves in the Inverted Room the Baosu Marquis Residence. At that time, they tested medicines every day and endured pain every night, feeling like they were living a life worse than death.

Liu Changle often said back then that he dreamed of a Long River hanging above his head!

That Long River is like a white rainbow piercing the sun, its water vapor stretching across the sky; as it flows, silver mountains crumble and snow-capped peaks crumble.

Vast and mighty, like a million heavenly soldiers, marching swiftly with gags in their mouths; surging and turbulent, like the earth's axis overturning and the universe trembling.

Now, when Chen Lingxi thinks about it, the Long River that Liu Changle mentioned back then is so similar to the illusory Long River before her eyes!

"My friend has such a secret." Chen Lingxi's eyes were burning as she took a deep breath.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and turned his gaze back to the two vortexes, his eyes darting back and forth between the two images.

"The Liu Changle reflected in these two vortexes appears to be the same person, but upon closer inspection, they are slightly different."

He noticed that the two Liu Changle were different; although their faces were identical, their clothing, temperament, and demeanor were different.

Chen Lingxi recognized Liu Changle from Yuan River Prefecture at a glance from the slightly smaller vortex on the right.

Liu Changle there, dressed in that drab gray Daoist robe, did indeed look like a young Daoist priest.

He was lying in a small side room in the temple, with a thin mattress on the couch and a patched cotton quilt covering him.

Moonlight filtered through the window paper, falling on his sharply defined face. He was sleeping soundly, his breathing steady and long, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he were having a sweet dream.

"It should be at the Mystic Wonder Abbey?" Chen Lingxi pondered, then looked at another vortex scene!

Chen Lingxi looked closely, and her pupils narrowed slightly!

But what they found was an extremely mysterious and blessed land of immortals!

In that scene, three Great Sun Suspended in the Sky in the sky, one gold, one silver, and one red, each radiating different colors of light, illuminating the world with crystal clarity.

The distant mountains rise and fall in layers, their peaks majestic and precipitous, each one towering far above Inlaid Gold Mountain and Bridge Mechanism Mountain.

A sea of clouds surges in the mountains, and within it, the upturned eaves of palaces are faintly visible, resplendent in gold and green, supported by the clouds and mist, like celestial cities floating above the sea of clouds.

Here, Liu Changle wore a tall crown and a long white robe. The fabric of the robe, of unknown origin, shimmered with layers of rosy light under the sunlight, making him appear like an immortal descended to earth.

Cranes were calling in the distance...

The cranes were pure white with crimson beaks and wingspans of over ten feet. They flew in a line through the clouds, their cries clear and melodious, echoing endlessly among the mountains.

Then, the rosy light shone through the gaps in the sea of clouds, illuminating the mountain streams, the unknown Rare Flowers and Exotic Herbs, and the antlers of the immortal deer running through the forest, turning the entire world into a magnificent painting.

What truly terrified Chen Lingxi was the dense Spiritual Qi!

The Spiritual Qi flowed by from time to time, like clouds in the sky, floating in clumps in the air, so dense that it almost solidified.

The abundance of Spiritual Qi was hundreds of times richer than that of the cave abode where he had set up the Clear-Mystery Pivot-Qi Formation, and it was worlds apart from the thin, almost imperceptible Spiritual Qi in this Qi-Less Grotto-Heaven.

"The Spiritual Qi is so abundant, where am I?"

Chen Lingxi her lips slightly, her gaze falling on Liu Changle in white, a vague guess forming in her mind.

"This place is very likely the Great Xuanzhuo Realm."

The moment the idea popped into his head, he found it increasingly reasonable.

Such abundant Spiritual Qi, such wondrous celestial scenery, those three great suns suspended in the sky, those palaces floating in the clouds, those cranes and deer...

If it's not the Great World), then where else could it be?

But Liu Changle, the white-robed immortal in this scene, is currently looking worried, gazing up at the distant sky and earth.

His face, which bore an unyielding worry, was identical to that of Liu Changle of Yuan River Prefecture. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were dim, like that of an immortal banished to the mortal world, filled with resentment yet helpless.

Just then, from the depths of the clouds, another immortal descended.

The immortal was dressed in black, the black robes of unknown origin, so black they resembled a solidified night, exuding a chilling aura.

The black-clad immortal was extremely tall, more than half a head taller than ordinary people, with broad shoulders and back like a wall. Standing there, he looked like a god or Gods and Devils emerging from the abyss.

Its power and influence were at their peak.

He soared through the Void, with neither clouds nor light beneath his feet, standing there in mid-air, the hem of his robes fluttering Subtle Insight in the wind, like a black sun hanging in the clouds, dazzling and unbearable to look at!

Before he arrived at Liu Changle, he looked down at Liu Changle...

That gaze fell calmly, yet it carried an undeniable pressure, like a true immortal scrutinizing an ant—cold, distant, and condescending.

Liu Changle spoke with the man in black.

The two seemed to be discussing something extremely private.

But the roaring Long River, its surging waters, its thunderous waves, and its deafening roar drowned out their words.

Chen Lingxi couldn't hear their conversation clearly, but she could see that Liu Changle's sorrow deepened, while the man in black remained expressionless until the very end when he turned and left.

The man in black suddenly flicked his sleeve, creating a gust of wind that stirred up the surrounding clouds and mist.

Then he turned around and strode into the depths of the sea of clouds. Each step he took covered dozens of feet, but in the blink of an eye he disappeared into the horizon and could not be found again.

Liu Changle stood there, watching the dark figure disappear into the horizon, remaining silent for a long time.

His face grew increasingly worried, and he even shook his head slightly, seemingly helpless.

Liu Changle then rode the clouds and flew into the Void.

The cloud beneath his feet was a pale blue color, carrying him slowly upwards into the air, and before long he had reached a height of a thousand feet.

He flew towards a distant mountain peak.

The mountain peaks soared into the clouds, with steep slopes and swirling mists at their summits, where a cluster of buildings could be vaguely seen.

There are many buildings on that mountain, but they are not luxurious; they are just extremely rich in Spiritual Qi.

Those buildings, all made of blue bricks and gray tiles, with upturned eaves, looked as shabby as thatched huts compared to the magnificent palaces floating in the clouds in that blessed land of immortals.

Yet, an extremely dense Spiritual Qi flowed around those buildings, like an invisible veil draped over them, making the entire mountain appear like Cave Heaven.

There was also a hint of spiritual energy flowing through it, as if many cultivators were practicing within those buildings.

Liu Changle then stepped into a building.

He sat cross-legged in the room, closed his eyes to meditate, and calmed his mind.

A faint, subtle aura swirled around him, flickering and pulsating across his body.

His breathing gradually became long and even, and with each breath, the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen resembled the tides, as if he had sunk into a very deep state of meditation.

It seemed as if she had fallen asleep.

His expression was almost identical to that of Liu Changle, who was soundly asleep in the Mystic Wonder Abbey in Yuan River Prefecture.

At that moment...

Chen Lingxi's gaze suddenly shifted to another vortex, the one that reflected Liu Changle of Yuan River Prefecture.

Within the vortex, Liu Changle, who had been soundly asleep in a Mystic Wonder Abbey, suddenly awoke.

He slowly opened his eyes, as if he had slept enough, and stretched.

Chen Lingxi's expression changed slightly.

He stood on the bank of the Long River, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two whirlpools.

In the vortex on the left, Liu Changle of the Great Xuanzhuo Realm was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, sinking into a meditative state.

In the vortex on the right, Liu Changle of Yuan River Prefecture happened to open his eyes and wake up from his dream.

One of them fell asleep, and the other woke up...

When one person enters a meditative state, the other awakens from their dream.

"These two Liu Changle... one is awake, the other is either cultivating or sleeping."

He quickly considered the idea in his mind, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"Could it be..." An extremely bold guess surfaced from the depths of his mind. "Could it be that the Liu Changle in this Great World is the same person as the Liu Changle in Yuan River Prefecture?"

The more Chen Lingxi thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

"My dear friend who shared hardships with me in this Inverted Room, is he also one of those who Rebirth Realm?"

His thoughts raced through his mind, but he wasn't entirely surprised.

Long ago, Liu Changle was different from him and Zhou Hu, Zhu Luanwen and the others.

Liu Changle was used as a test subject for Zhao Yong's medicine. Although he pretended to be in great pain each time, he never took the medicine that Wang Kong sent to recuperate his body.

They all need to be given to Chen Lingxi.

Later, he quietly disappeared again right under Zhao Yong's nose and went to the Mystic Wonder Abbey.

At that time, he had already guessed that Liu Changle was very likely a person who Rebirth Realm.

"No, he was not an ordinary person who Rebirth Realm."

Chen Lingxi gazed intently at the surging waves in the illusory reflection of the Long River, and at the two Liu Changle reflected in the slowly rotating vortex mirrors. His thoughts surged like the river itself.

He had seen many people who Rebirth Realm.

"The rest of those who Rebirth Realm either reincarnated or possessed other bodies. From numerous clues, it is known that once these Truth-Seekers fell into the Rebirth Pool and into this Qi-Less Grotto-Heaven, it was roughly equivalent to dying once."

Rebirth Pool damages the foundation of one's life. If one does not find Cauldron Vessel or obtain other great fortuitous opportunity, it will be difficult to establish Dao Foundation Realm and one will never regain freedom.

For these cultivators of the Great World, this was nothing short of a high-stakes gamble. Winning meant a smooth Dao Path to enlightenment, while losing meant utter ruin.

"Aside from figures like Lu Baizhong, it seems there are ways to be reborn in the Great World even after dying in this Qi-Less Grotto-Heaven."

"The rest of those who Rebirth Realm are simply dead; there is no possibility of them surviving in this Great World."

"This proves that when they Rebirth Realm here, their physical bodies in this Great World probably no longer existed."

"But this Liu Changle is far too strange."

Chen Lingxi's gaze darted back and forth between the two vortexes.

In the vortex on the left, Liu Changle, the white-robed immortal of the Great Xuanzhuo Realm, was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, deep in meditation, his body surrounded by spiritual light, his breathing long and even.

In the vortex on the right, Liu Changle, a young Daoist priest from the Mystic Wonder Abbey in Yuan River Prefecture, is secretly eating a chicken leg.

One of them was in Great World filled with Spiritual Qi as if it were mist, while the other was in Qi-Less Grotto-Heaven spiritual energy was depleted.

A figure dressed in white, wearing a tall crown, possessed an air of dignified elegance, like a banished immortal descending to earth.

He was dressed in a drab gray Daoist robe and looked just like an ordinary young Daoist priest.

Even more strangely, the moment Liu Changle in the Great World entered a meditative state, Liu Changle in Yuan River Prefecture happened to wake up.

Just like day and night, sun and moon, one waxes and the other wanes, one rises and the other falls.

"Liu Changle... seems to be both in this Qi-Less Grotto-Heaven and in the Great Xuanzhuo Realm!"

This thought filled Chen Lingxi with amazement.

They can exist simultaneously in two realms with the same divine soul, splitting into two, each cultivating and living its own life, yet without interfering with each other.

Such methods are beyond description; they are simply inconceivable and unheard of.

"But..." Chen Lingxi suddenly frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"Liu Changle, who is in the same Qi-Less Grotto-Heaven as me, seems to be unaware of Liu Changle's existence in the Great Xuanzhuo Realm. Could it be that our senses are not interconnected?"