The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror-Chapter 840 - 389: Samsara

Baziba had never met Xu Qing.

When their gazes collided across the void in an instant, the heart of this Tibetan Secret leader clenched tightly, as if gripped by an invisible hand—that feeling was indescribable, like the karmic thread of past and present suddenly tauten, and the bell of a destined confrontation resound unfalteringly, everything becoming clear.

Since Meng Chixing suffered a setback in the spiritual duel with Xu Qing and retreated to Qingzang for hard cultivation, Baziba knew this fated battle was bound to come sooner or later.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the world is vast and boundless, mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, city-states, spending a lifetime hard to traverse; but for those standing atop the pinnacle of life levels, this heaven and earth are woven into a narrow spider web by invisible threads.

The true essence of life has never been about length—even Peng Zu, whose lifespan rivals the southern mountains, compared to eternity, is but a drop in the ocean, fleeting in the blink of an eye. To Baziba, those moments of dazzling brilliance in life are a thousand times more precious than long years of mediocrity. And only by colliding with strong ones of the same level can life burst into its most radiant light.

As the leader of Tibetan Secret, Baziba shoulders not only his own cultivation but also the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the entire Tibetan Secret sect and the faith of countless Buddha's sons and monks.

As an individual, he can calmly accept failure, regarding it as tempering on the path of cultivation; but as the symbol of Tibetan Secret, he cannot afford to lose, nor can he lose.

Back in the days, he stood before Kublai Khan, using exquisite Buddhist Law to defeat Quanzhen Sect, winning supreme glory for Tibetan Secret—that battle was not only for personal cultivation realm but also for the future of the sect.

Now, Xu Qing as the hope for Quanzhen Sect's revival has come seeking him, Baziba cannot avoid it. This is the cycle of karma, the arrangement of fate.

Looking at the calm-looking Taoist before him, Baziba felt a tinge of envy: envying Meng Chixing's carefreeness, able to face defeat openly, turning setbacks into nutrients for cultivation, striving towards the ultimate Great Dao with undistracted focus. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Reflecting on himself, however, he's burdened by the rise and fall of the sect, the worldly honor and disgrace, unable to truly pick up and let go.

These thoughts flashed like lightning through Baziba's mind, and immediately, his aura drastically changed.

Seeing his pupils suddenly contract into needlepoints, golden Buddhist light spewed from his head; strangely, strands of ink-colored lines seeped into the Buddha light, seeming like Brahma script or spell, permeating a mysterious and dangerous aura. In the instant their gazes met, these ink-colored lines transformed into countless rays as thin as cow hair, wrapped in strong Divine Sense power, piercing into Xu Qing's brow like arrows.

This was by no means an ordinary martial arts attack, but the Tibetan Secret supreme Spiritual Technique "Heaven and Earth Transformation"—this cultivation technique uses Divine Sense as a blade, directly dissecting the opponent's heart and soul, constructing an unbreakable cage of karma in the Spiritual World, once trapped, one is plunged into eternal samsara, hard to escape.

Xu Qing felt as if ten thousand-jun hammer exploded in his mind, the scenes before his eyes fragmenting and reassembling like a kaleidoscope.

When his consciousness gradually cleared, he was startled to find himself in a realm of Hongmeng Chaos: looking down, his limbs and bones had disappeared, only a wisp of consciousness attached to a tender green sapling. Dew drops still clung to the leaf, the roots buried deep in moist soil, surrounded by boundless void, only above, the Chaos Qi surged like tides.

"Is this...one of my lives?" Xu Qing's consciousness felt a moment of surprise, but soon calmed down.

As a cultivator, he has long realized the cycle of cause and effect, just never expected that one of his past lives would be a plant. The sapling quietly grows in the chaos; here, time loses its meaning: countless millennia pass, the leaves turn from tender green to deep blue, the branches gradually grow sturdy, the roots spread like dragons until reaching the ends of heaven and earth.

He could distinctly feel the Hongmeng Purple Qi within the chaos, each wisp like exquisite nectar, nourishing his Spiritual Sense, making his consciousness stronger through the sedimentation of time.

Unknowingly, the sky suddenly splits open a huge gap, like the fissure at the initial Heaven and Earth Opening: three giant golden birds emitting lava-like brilliance flutter over, their claws clutch stars, tails sweeping clouds, precisely the Three-legged Golden Crow from ancient mythology, bearing the sun across the sky. The leading golden crow cries a long call, its sound echoing throughout the Chaos Space, landing directly on Xu Qing turned ancient tree's branches, starting to weave a nest with fragments of stars and clouds. When the crow's beak let fall the first drop of Heavenly River Water onto the branch, Xu Qing felt a burn transcending pain—that wasn't the scorching of mundane fire, but the Heavenly Dao Laws tempering his Spiritual Sense, the Hongmeng Purple Qi reshaping his essence.

"Three-legged Golden Crow...Fusang Wood..." ancient memories flickered across Xu Qing's Spiritual Sense.

In legendary tales, the Fusang Tree at the East Sea is the divine tree connecting heaven, earth, and human in the Three Realms, ten golden crows flying from here each day, carrying the sun across the sky. At this moment, every piece of material used by the golden crow to build the nest bore the primordial laws from Heaven and Earth Opening, each wing flap marking the scale of time and space in the void.

When the nest was completed, the Chaos Qi bubbled like porridge, transforming into a sky full of stars, the enormous red sun rising at the center was the first ray of Yang Essence from Hongmeng's original judgment.

In the instant the three crows bore the sun, the Fusang Wood suddenly erupted with ten thousand golden lights. Golden flames burned from branch to root, yet didn't destroy this ancient divine tree, rather like a Phoenix's Nirvana allowing its Spiritual Sense to constantly transcend.