Chapter 503

Chapter 503: There is a Fish in Beiming, Its Name is Kun

After obtaining the Kun feather for a month, Li Hui rode the azure bull, traversing through numerous mountain ravines and exploring many ancient caves, collecting all the valuable items he could find into his treasure cabinet.

“Hey, Old Man, why have we come back around again?” the ball of threads asked, utterly confused. This past month had been quite exciting. He had thought the Old Man was going to act on those Golden Luan’s schemes, but instead, they had returned to the mountains and seas.

“Take it easy, old buddy. Let me explain slowly!” This phrase had become Li Hui’s catchphrase. He looked out from the bull’s back and exclaimed, “What a magnificent sight of mountains and seas! The mountains are endless, and the forests are infinite! I miscalculated; the time force around the Golden Luan Cave is thinner than anticipated, so we can stay for fifteen more days. This is the place! Let’s set up a talisman formation. I want to go out as a Legal form, and I need to travel light to be faster.”

“Aren’t Legal forms only capable of crossing a hundred thousand miles? Do you have a way to go further?” the ball of threads questioned.

Old Li nodded, saying, “There is a way! I will use the Kun feather to draw the decree and create a Kunpeng that can share its strength with the Legal form for a fast escape. At the same time, I need to prepare for storage and collection. Of course, I can’t carry too much; the more I carry, the slower I’ll be, and it’s best not to waste its power unless absolutely necessary. After working for a month, I gathered enough materials to draw this decree. I want to obscure the heavenly secrets, hiding many mysteries. The heavenly secrets, Dao techniques, and demonic spells all leave messages for my present self, hoping to change my fate.”

The ball of threads found it hard to believe: “What are you saying? We worked for a month just to draw a decree?”

“It’s already quite good!” Old Li replied proudly. “Right now, I return to the Great Thousand Cave to seize prime opportunities; pushing two thousand years forward and two thousand years back, we’ve had no chance to draw this Kunpeng decree for four thousand years. In the future, a group of practitioners will specifically dive into the River of Time to fish for rare treasures, so the opportunities in this world will decrease dramatically, to the point of disbelief!”

“This…” The ball of threads took a while to process this, then asked solemnly, “When does the opportunity start to diminish?”

“Half a year after the Jin Tian Sect accepts three hundred sixty true disciples, the heavenly secrets will go into chaos. By then, those who are capable of reaching into the stream of time will all act; they will need resources to fight their enemies. The high-level demon cultivators of this era have decided to turn a blind eye, which can be seen as a compromise with future practitioners. Even so, it’s merely a way to prolong life!” Old Li pulled out a gourd and took a swig of wine, refreshing himself with some monkey wine he had “collected” during his travels.

Both the man and the demon fell silent, finding it hard to imagine the kind of pressure future practitioners would face; just touching upon this topic felt unbearably heavy.

“Good wine! Ha, this wine of this era is the best!” Old Li perked up. “No matter what, I will help myself break free from the shackles; I refuse to believe I can’t break this heart of Dao into demons.”

“Come on, let’s draw the decree!” the ball of threads mustered courage and said, “I also want to shatter the shackles of my fate.”

“Hahaha, that’s the spirit!”

Old Li gulped down more monkey wine, then sang out in an ancient and bold tone:

“Black crows flying gold, rabbits running jade, in the three realms a grain of millet. Mountains and rivers, dirt of years, Yin and Yang flip into the mysterious valley. Life is but a fleeting moment, counting guest magpies resting on branches. Fields turn to sea, spring returns to autumn, the universe does not hold the hexagrams. High in the nine heavens, the wind and moon are cold, while the immortal’s heart bears no idle sorrow…”

The ball of threads felt that Old Li resembled more of a warrior than a practitioner. He had fought his entire life against heaven, earth, and himself, yet he had never given up; he certainly had endless stories to share!

“Ha! Bring me the brush!” Li Hui tossed aside the wine gourd, exhaling a cloud of wine mist that transformed into fog. The talisman brush stirred the demonic energy, rising into the sky, for what he was about to draw was of utmost importance.

“Talisman, talisman, talisman, Dao, Dao, Dao!!!”

“Talisman is the essence of Dao, and Dao is the essence of talisman!”

“The heavens and earth are the reverse journey of all things. Time is the traveler of countless generations. Time flows into the ink, and generations condense the talisman light. I dedicate my life to this path, binding clouds in the air and sealing the moon in the water, forming a talisman with a single breath, allowing the talisman to manipulate heaven and earth. Today is an exceptional opportunity to draw the Kunpeng decree; every word is stronger than the Jade Symbol, and its formations are interlinked, allowing me to transform into the Kunpeng and roam the world!” As Li Hui spoke, he tossed out a multitude of ancient treasures and spirit treasures, which turned to dust with a wave of his hand.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz…” The silver snake bracelet glowed with streaks of black patterns on its back. Under Li Hui’s control, these patterns gradually shifted to gold, then changed back to black, and finally transformed into purple, with a total of thirty-three purple patterns containing unimaginable talisman power.

“Oh, Silver Snake! You are the most mysterious; you’ve been pondering for two thousand years yet still haven’t comprehended it!” Li Hui shook his head, unfurling the green talisman and beginning to mix the talisman ink with various treasures. He worked swiftly; his thoughts came together, and within three breaths, he was ready, his brush gliding with miraculous speed!

“Crack…” A tribulation thunder fell in the Golden Luan Cave.

As the electric light appeared, Li Hui flicked a drop of talisman ink into the air, which formed a talisman and instantly imprinted into the tribulation thunder.

As streaks of tribulation thunder appeared, the first bolt spun above his head, swirling continuously yet refusing to fall.

“There is a fish in Beiming, its name is Kun. The Kun is so large that its size is unknown for thousands of miles. Transforming into a bird, it’s called Peng. The Peng’s back is thousands of miles wide, and with anger, it flies, its wings like clouds descending from the sky. This bird will migrate to the southern sea, known as Tianchi…”

“When the Peng migrates to the southern sea, the waters surge three thousand miles, soaring to ninety thousand miles on rising whirlwinds, departing with the breath of June… What color is the vast sky? Is it true that it stretches infinitely? Is its view downward truly as such? If the accumulation of water is not thick enough, it will be powerless to bear large boats. If one pours a cup of water onto the low table, the mustard will be the boat…”

“Crack, crack, crack…” The heavens and earth raged; such a decree should not exist in the world, having transcended the laws of heaven and earth; it must be extinguished!

Li Hui swung his talisman brush and laughed: “Hahaha, another three drops of ink, we will use this tribulation thunder later.”

The brush danced rhythmically, as if traversing mountains and rivers, as if marching into battle, as if singing under the moonlight.

Without experiencing the manifold facets of life and not breaking through the trials of life and death was insufficient to write this talisman. It encompasses all the principles of the talisman path, recording the bitterness and hardships of heaven and earth—how many could truly understand?

“Finish the ink!”

Li Hui concluded his drawing, but this did not mean the decree was complete.

He quickly took out three pieces of rare stones from the edge of the wild; each piece could forge a great demon, and he forcefully smashed them onto the decree, unleashing primordial demonic energy. He then took out the bizarre egg that nurtured the azure bull, affixing numerous talismans to draw forth immense demonic energy, hurriedly channeling it into the decree.

“Good, let’s continue!”

Next, Li Hui extracted the wings of a crygold dragon bat and various feathers, including some from the Golden Luan, smashing them onto the decree. He also produced over a hundred pieces of exotic stones with the powers of the Laws of Heaven and Earth, all of them smashed in.

The entire process was incredibly intricate, with countless treasures poured in. Finally, all the symbols on the decree began to undergo profound transformations, becoming extraordinarily alluring; however, this allure quickly settled into a balanced tranquility, as if every character had attained the Dao and possessed boundless creation.