2019: C2019 The Road to Normalcy

C2019 The Road to Normalcy

"mister, I've learned something!"

Huang Linger tried her best to calm herself down.

She knew that she was too obsessed with Jiang Tian.

If she got too close to Jiang Tian, it might expose Jiang Tian's identity and be controlled by strong person behind the scenes.

From this point of view, she could not even be considered a qualified friar. One should know that most friar was extremely rational.

"Don't worry, it won't be too long. It won't be too long!" Jiang Tian said with a smile.

Of course, Jiang Tian knew that Huang Linger had to get out of the game. Otherwise, she would be a hindrance to him.

After he broke through to the Soul Formation Stage, he had to leave the Saint Origin universe and continue to advance to the core area where the Nine Great Immortal Traces were located to search for new opportunities to break through.

He had to bring Huang Linger away. After all, leaving her here alone was not reassuring.

The real problem with taking Huang Linger away was that she had never changed her identity. It was easy to use her as a clue and be targeted by immortal Ancestor.

Jiang Tian had thought of a way to deal with this as well.

That was to let Huang Linger fake her death and escape. After that, she would cultivate the mystical arts to deceive the heavens and conceal her aura. There would be no trace of the Fish Dragon. She used another identity to survive.

"Thank you for your guidance!" Huang Linger restrained her emotions. She was calm as water and got up to take her leave.

It was night, dark and moonless.

The stars seemed even brighter.

Over the past year, Jiang Tian could clearly feel that his mentality was slowly getting rid of his cultivation career, and he was becoming like a mortal.

For example, he rarely meditated and breathed now. This was impossible before. No matter in his previous life or present life, he had been diligently cultivating and spending all his time to improve the Cultivation Level. His life was full of schemes and schemes. The strong preyed on the weak, and a slight carelessness would lead to death.

In fact, he had never laid down and slept like this before. Even in the middle of the night, he had only spent it in meditation.

Although this kind of life was exciting and passionate, it had a trace of regret and a trace of peace.

It was incomplete, distorted.

And now, it seemed like the path of transcendence gave Jiang Tian a reason to rest.

There was no conflict in his life. Although it was calm, it was like a stream that cleansed his mind.

At first, Jiang Tian was very unfamiliar with this feeling, but as time passed, he gradually accepted the current situation and lived a normal life.

Jiang Tian sipped the fruit wine and laid down on the bamboo chair in the courtyard, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The heaven and earth were long and boundless, the universe was deep, and there were no signs of Taoist or civilization in his senses. They were so magnificent.

Compared to them, they were insignificant. However, such a tiny friar would have his own heaven and earth once he reached the Return to Void Stage. Every move he made could destroy all the 'magnificence' in his line of sight. The stars on the continent and even the stars could be used to recuperate.

This kind of slightly contradictory comparison was one of Jiang Tian's previous mental problems. It was also the road to becoming a mortal. It was a dilemma that needed to be solved.

An ordinary person's mentality and extraordinary strength would naturally give rise to all kinds of confusing and lingering feelings. However, it was impossible for the "extraordinary" mentality to abandon one's character and all the ways of handling matters. It was a kind of rhythm without any emotional fluctuations.

One could only use the past as a foundation to reconstruct one's life, values, and merge with one's mind. Only then could one go further and better, and be less disturbed by mental demons.

For example, as his lifespan increased, compared to ordinary people who could not live past a hundred years, there would be a temporary and long dislocation. It is as if both sides are not living beings.

Right now, he was advancing by leaps and bounds. This time, he wasn't even a hundred years old yet. This type of feeling wasn't too obvious.0

However, when he recalled his previous life, five hundred years later, many Qi Refining Foundation Building friar had fallen and died in meditation.

In his previous life, when he ascended to the Divine World, he had passed through the solar system and the entire galaxy had been destroyed...

At that time, how should he adjust to the changes that came from this? It had been a long, long time since Jiang Tiansheng had understood this problem.

Looking at the short, bright, and long years correctly, it would be the most important thing for one's soul to cultivate!

Many friar, if one were to slow down his tribulation and ascend to immortality, would only reach the Nascent Soul and Soul Formation Stage. He would treat himself as a high and mighty Immortal God, and mortals as medicinal Antss. He would be cold and heartless.

Some didn't interact with them at all, as different levels of life didn't have a common language.

These were not right or wrong. However, Jiang Tian did not like it. What he admired the most was the attitude of a Predecessor.

"I'm not tired of love!"

He did not think highly of himself. He looked at normal people indifferently. He did not feel sad because his friends had all died. He cried and cried. He enjoyed but did not get addicted to it.

In this aspect, the death of the Zhuang family's wife and the singing of drums was a model of this mentality. At the same time, he could be considered to have comprehended the essence of life and the mysteries of life and death.

As his thoughts flew, Jiang Tian's mind seemed to be lively and calm, and there was an indescribable beauty to it.

He felt his mind expand endlessly. Grass and wood, every single detail was visible. Every single branch and leaf had feelings for each other. It truly reached the subtle feeling of having understood the vastness of the universe and still feeling pity for plants and trees.

If it wasn't for the shackles of his physical body, he would probably have been able to create all kinds of extraordinary things by merely relying on his imagination.

"The feeling of turning into a mortal is really subtle. My previous life's turning into a mortal walking is far from a tenth of what it is now."

With a calm mind, Jiang Tian actually felt a trace of sleepiness, even this kind of sleepiness. He had never felt this kind of sleepiness in many years.

When he closed his eyes, a thought appeared in his mind:

"However, it's not enough to transform into a mortal. From tomorrow onwards, I will completely seal off the Cultivation Level and allow the path of Transcending Mortality to reach its peak!"

The next day, Jiang Tian woke up and took a deep breath, completely suppressing the Cultivation Level.

Instantly, he felt the shouts, bargains, and chatter from the streets and alleys, and it was difficult for them to enter each other's ears. There was a wave of clamorous noise, but it lost its previous orderly and subtle feeling.

As soon as he closed his ears, it was difficult to distinguish so many voices. It was just that he felt extremely disordered and dizzy!

It was even to the extent that the heavy feeling was extremely strong, and it seemed as if he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders. Every single move he made was extremely difficult.

Although he hadn't completely lost the Cultivation Level and was only suppressing it, it actually made him a little agitated and flustered.

"This is the true feeling of mortals... The feeling of lightness is gone. The heavy gravity of reality is truly terrifying!"

"Damn, Jiang Taichu, what's wrong with you?! You are a person who has lived two lives and cultivated for ten thousand years! How come you don't even have this kind of normal heart?"

Jiang Tian could not help but curse himself.

Could it be that the perfect state of mind and the peace of mind that he had polished over and over again was really so illusory, completely built on his terrifying strength?

What about the comprehension between life and death? Where was his generosity in facing difficulties? What about the patient that remained motionless?

As this thought appeared in Jiang Tian's mind, his mind gradually calmed down. He was no longer at a loss.

The content came from [Micoo Reading].

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