Leaping Beyond Samsara in an Instant

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A loud cry came from the mouth of an infant, whose body was still covered in amniotic fluid. The witch doctor held the infant by the feet, upside down, and shook it violently a few times.

Qiu Yan's consciousness was hazy and lingered in the baby's mind. With a thought, the baby's body would react. However, because there were still gaps between the baby's soul and body, he could not control it precisely.

The birth of the baby brought no joy or relief to his parents. Not long after, his mother died from excessive blood loss, while his father went north with the clan chief to plunder. He never returned.

Not long after, the tribes defeated by the Central Plains people were forced to migrate south.

In the south, amidst dense forests and swamps, miasma and poisonous insects lingered along the way.

The baby was adopted by the tribal elders along with other children, eating and sleeping together as they grew up. They may not have been related by blood, but they developed a brotherly bond.

During that dry season, the forests withered and the animals disappeared. The tribes lacked clothing and food, and many infants, children, the elderly, and women froze and starved to death.

Those children who were physically weak were even abandoned outside to fend for themselves. Only a few of them managed to find their way back, demonstrating remarkable resilience, and were taken in by the tribe, thus surviving by sheer luck.

This near-cruel abandonment was intended to save food rations for the able-bodied men, maintaining their strength and Qi and Blood to ensure the tribe's military power. However, with attacks from surrounding tribes, it still resulted in numerous deaths and injuries.

Time flies, and years pass by.

In the blink of an eye, more than a decade has passed. The infant he once was has grown into a teenager, but he lacks the vigor of youth. Instead, he possesses the composure of an adult. Because he only eats half-full each day, he is as thin as a rake. But at the elder's command, he grasps his wooden spear and, together with the boy he grew up with, goes into the forest to hunt.

This journey was fraught with peril. The Lin Zhong was home to birds and beasts, as well as venomous insects and scaly pythons. Seven or eight teenagers perished there, some even losing chunks of flesh or limbs to bite off. They were blinded by the poison, yet they still had to endure the agony.

Hunting wasn't a one-time event; for these young children, hunting was a contribution to the tribe.

In the Five Marshes, what's more dangerous than poisonous insects and beasts are poisonous plants, poisonous gases, and poisonous swamps. Along the way, traversing mountains and rivers, many people escaped the jaws of wild animals, only to perish in the mud, leaving not even a corpse behind.

Only a lucky few manage to escape the swamp by clinging to the surrounding dead branches or with the help of their companions. However, some are poisoned as a result, and no one can help them. It's a matter of life and death, and only the most resilient survive.

Soon, those who performed well in the hunt were selected, and the boy was one of them.

After that, their lives began to change. Staple food and blood food became their main meals, and they could eat their fill at every meal. But they also had to pay a price. Whenever other tribes attacked, they had to step forward and fight them.

This is a bloody battle where every punch lands. Even if you win, many people will be crippled and eliminated from the tribe, becoming a burden and no longer valued.

After several years and several clashes, the boy transformed into a young man and became accustomed to this way of life. At this time, their tribe and altar, after several migrations, returned to the place bordering the Central Plains.

Under the leadership of the clan chief, the youth and others crossed the border to plunder, each time fighting with extraordinary ferocity. Sometimes, they risked serious injury to fight for a little food, but fortunately, they were physically strong and recovered quickly, thus avoiding being expelled.

However, many people are severely injured and on the verge of death in this struggle, and even those who survive suffer a dramatic decline in their circumstances.

The looted supplies and food were mainly used to supply the youth and others, but half of them were also given to the tribe's boys and children to keep them from starving and ensure the tribe's continuation.

The youths have survived to this day thanks to the tribe, so for the sake of the tribe's continuation, they will not hesitate to risk their lives and fight tooth and nail to repay the tribe and accumulate enough food before the dry season so that fewer people will starve to death.

Such transgressions, filled with fear and trepidation, were the best way to temper one's will, and the young man quickly distinguished himself, his reputation for martial prowess spreading far and wide.

Unfortunately, this period of prosperity was short-lived. Not long after, the military garrisons guarding the borders of the Central Plains mobilized their troops, each armed with swords and spears—a force that no tribe could possibly withstand.

After several bloody battles, the tribe lost nearly a third of its able-bodied men before finally escaping in disarray. Even the tribal chief died in the battle.

This was only because the Central Plains soldiers were unwilling to pursue. If the enemy had relentlessly attacked, the tribe's able-bodied men would have been wiped out. Without them, the tribe's demise would only be a matter of time.

This pursuit resulted in many more injuries and increased the burden on the tribe. However, unlike other pursuits, these injured people gained experience from the chase and were able to take charge of leading the next generation of the tribe, becoming tribal elders. Marshfolk do not live long; a man in his forties or fifties looks almost the same as an elderly person in the Central Plains, appearing very old.

After a long and arduous journey, the tribe migrated south again, as if in a Samsara. The difference was that the young man replaced the Original Edition tribal chief and began to lead the entire tribe.

However, the southward migration was not peaceful. The tribe suffered heavy losses from the blows dealt by the Central Plains, which also made other tribes eager to take advantage of the situation. Therefore, the tribe frequently encountered attacks, robberies, harassment, and thefts from other tribes on the way south. After several battles, the tribe gradually lost its strength, and the supplies and food it had plundered also decreased rapidly.

In contrast, the young man's reputation for martial prowess spread rapidly, eventually attracting a powerful overlord—

On this day, several tribes under the Duolai Tribe surrounded the tribe. The Dorlai chieftain personally intervened, threatening the youth with the survival of the tribe.

After the one-on-one duel, the defeated youth had no choice but to lead his entire tribe to join Dorley, thus becoming a branch tribe.

From then on, in addition to leading the tribe, the youth also had to find ways to maintain relations with other branches and main lineages, and it took them a long time to truly integrate.

At this time, the Duolai Tribe accepted Biaoxin's proposal, joined the allied forces, and marched north to Jiannan.

This trip, however, resulted in a surprise attack by the Marshfolk, throwing the entire Jiannan Circuit into chaos. Biaoxin seized the opportunity to occupy several prefectures and, in alliance with the Barbarians, repelled the counterattack from the military towns, thus establishing himself in Jiannan Shu Region.

Two years later, Biaoxin established his own kingdom and court, founded Great Marsh, divided the nobility, and demoted the slaves!

The young man was granted a title and a government office for his outstanding achievements. He enjoyed wealth and honor, with servants filling his mansion and a fierce army guarding his residence. His fame spread far and wide, but he often looked at the sky in silence.

"My lord, what are you thinking about now?"

Her sweet, seductive words interrupted the young man's thoughts. He turned around and saw a stunningly beautiful woman—the woman he had rescued in the Lin Zhong before the allied forces marched north, and who was now his wife.

The young man smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing. I was just thinking about the past and feeling nostalgic."

"Oh? What has Your Excellency thought of?" the woman asked softly, nestled in the young man's arm.

The young man stroked the woman's hair and sighed, "I thought about how difficult it was to grow up, how difficult it was for the Marshfolk Human Path live, and I realized that deep down, the Marshfolk actually yearn for a life like this. But this kind of life cannot be obtained by simply stealing. Even if you get it temporarily, without establishing Order, you will inevitably lose it in the end. This is because different Human Path are difficult to coexist with. Only when one side transforms into the other can it end."

"Hmm?" The woman was smiling when she first heard this, but after a few words, her expression changed drastically, and she suddenly tried to get up!

At that moment, the rough, large hand that had been stroking her head suddenly slid down, grabbed her fair neck, and squeezed it hard!

Snap!

With a sharp crack, the woman's head slumped down, and then flames rose from the young man's hand, reducing her fair body to ashes, leaving only a pile of bones scattered on the ground.

"Ah!!!"

A piercing scream erupted from the pile of bones, shattering the tranquility of the Marquis's mansion!

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Where the screams swept by, the surrounding scenery cracked like a mirror.

Suddenly, a soft, beautiful voice came from the horizon--

When did you regain consciousness?

The young man looked up, a smile appearing on his face, and said, "I shouldn't have been awake. You're the one who woke me up. This time, I had a thousand thoughts, intending to experience the way of humanity Human Path the Five Marshes. But you insisted on twisting my memories, leading the Marshfolk to Shu, trying to confuse my mind with the Five Aggregates of mortal life, and trying to corrupt my bones with wealth and glory. Such actions have broken the way of the Swamp Human Path. Isn't that just urging me to wake up?"

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

Suddenly, those two words echoed throughout the heavens and earth, carrying far beyond the Marquis's residence—

Then, the scattered Marshfolk burst into laughter one after another.

Among these people were those who had been abandoned as children and struggled to return to their tribe; those who had survived being trapped in a swamp while hunting; those who had endured poisoning in the Lin Zhong; those who had become a burden to their tribes after being crippled in battle; and those who had escaped death while being pursued by government troops during a raid...

These people now have different identities: some are highly respected, some have made outstanding military achievements, some are barely surviving, and some are hiding their identities. But at this moment, they all laughed loudly, and a trace of Divine Sense rose up in their bodies. Then, they made up their minds, drew their swords, and slashed out!

Some of them were killing their concubines, some were slaughtering their hunting dogs, and some were smashing objects—all of which were their own beloved possessions.

Instantly, screams erupted into the sky, and cracks appeared all over the world, mingling with bursts of laughter.

Finally!

Splash!

The world is shattered, and all illusions have vanished.

In an instant, hundreds of Divine Sense flew out, condensed, and converged, transforming into a single thought!

Listen to this recitation and sing it aloud--

"Clouds gather over the mountains of the Five Aggregates, obscuring the Heart Moon and rendering it shimmering. The Six Thieves must know to repent. By eliminating greed and attachment, one can instantly transcend the Saha world."

Upon hearing this song, Qiu Yan's Divine Sense reunited, breaking free from the illusion of wealth and power. His mind instantly cleared, and a profound understanding arose, transcending thousands of miles of borders and entering his Three Bodies.

The deity itself trembled, and a hazy mist extended from the edge of the Divine Pool;

The Heart Demon Clone took flight, its entire body shrouded in mist, slowly expanding and gradually becoming invisible;

The scholar, having gained a sudden realization, bid farewell to Liu Huai and Zhao Zhou, rose, and returned to his room, his entire body brimming with energy...

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Regarding the outburst, all I can say is that I had the will but lacked the power...