Purgatory Artist-Chapter 480: A Vision of Life and Death

The two heads rolled back and forth, pushing the branches into the fire.

Liu Ping added various ingredients into the iron pot, and the boiling aroma wafted.

"There's enough firewood, no need to add more."

He said.

The two heads retreated, but were kicked away by the old Daoist lying under the tree.

"Go away, don't squeeze with me."

The old Daoist grabbed the gourd, drank a mouthful of wine, and ate happily.

Liu Ping held the pot and cooked for a while, then said,

"The soup is ready."

"Let me try a bowl."

"... How is it?"

"Not bad, it's delicious."

The master and disciple ate and drank, and time passed quickly.

After the meal, a few deer came over with wild fruits in their mouths and gently placed them in front of the two.

The old Daoist grabbed a fruit and took two bites. He burped and said, "I ate well today. Next time, ask those bears, wolves, and so on to find more mountain treasures. After all, they can't listen to your preaching for nothing."

Liu Ping held a bowl of soup and drank silently, not replying, as if he had a lot on his mind.

"Hey, kid, what's wrong with you?" The old Daoist asked.

"Master, I'm thinking of a question."

"I know you're thinking of a question, so I'm asking you, 'What's wrong with you, kid?'"

"Oh."

"... What's wrong with you, kid?"

"Master, I'm thinking, why did things turn out this way?"

"What is it?"

"We cultivators have to let go of many thoughts before we can enter the state of meditation, comprehend the Heavenly Dao, feel the Underworld, comprehend the creation of heaven and earth, and merge with the Dao ..."

"That's right, what are you trying to say?"

"For existences like us, our emotions and desires should be weaker than those of mortals. Why is that not the case?"

As Liu Ping spoke, he thought of all kinds of cultivators.

An old man suddenly appeared in his mind.

The master of Sword Cultivator Li Zhangxue.

The old man who sang "White Jade Capital in the Sky, Five Floors in the Twelve Cities" had lived for a few hundred years, and he still wanted to visit brothels.

In fact, what's so good about visiting brothels?

When one meditates, one's realm comes, and there are all kinds of wonderful sensations, isn't it a hundred times better than those superficial pleasures of the flesh?

Liu Ping drank another mouthful of soup.

Li Zhangxue was a pure sword cultivator who followed the path of the heart. Apart from the sword, she did not care about the outside world. It was only when she was drugged that she began to have feelings for him.

However, her master and fellow apprentices were all people with a burning heart.

What kind of Dao was this?

What kind of immortality was that?

A man of practice should have only one desire

That was to transcend the sea of bitterness and obtain eternal life.

Liu Ping pondered for a few breaths and muttered, "Something's not right ..."

"What's wrong?" the old Daoist asked.

"There's something wrong with the atmosphere of our cultivation world," Liu Ping said.

"How did you know?" The old Daoist narrowed his eyes and asked casually.

"Sword cultivators have sword arts in their hearts at all times. Bladesmen also have an indomitable blade will, so they can cut off all evil thoughts. However, other cultivators have to enter a state of selflessness every time they cultivate. Although they are not as good as sword cultivators and Bladesmen, they should not have such strong desires," Liu Ping said.

"Maybe some people are scum?" The old Daoist said casually.

"But most of the cultivators I've seen are scum ... That doesn't make sense.

After Liu Ping said that, he put down the soup bowl and took out the tortoiseshell, placing it on the ground. Then, he took out a few copper coins and scattered them on the tortoiseshell.

Clang! Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang! The copper coins fell and were buried deep in the ground.

Liu Ping raised his brows. He looked at the divination and quickly calculated with his fingers.

"The earth moves, the earth and the human body. Is there something wrong with the bodies of all living beings?"

He muttered to himself in confusion.

Crack!

A crack suddenly appeared on the tortoiseshell. Then, the entire tortoiseshell broke apart and turned into pieces.

Liu Ping was stunned.

The old Daoist's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Stop calculating! If you continue, your life will be in danger! "

Liu Ping also sensed the problem immediately and stopped the divination in his hands.

"Strange, something is stopping me from calculating ... It's hiding the secrets of the heavens!"

He said in disbelief.

However, the old Daoist stretched out his skinny hand and calculated quickly.

"Be careful, you've peered too much into the secrets of the heavens. Now that you're at late-stage Foundation Establishment, your Heavenly Tribulation is coming soon!" He shouted.

Boom!

A dark blue bolt of lightning appeared in the night sky.

Liu Ping stood up slowly and looked into the depths of the sky.

The power between Heaven and Earth was getting stronger. It was as if an incomparably huge object was looking down at him and scrutinizing him.

Lines of burning words quickly appeared in front of his eyes.

[Attention!]

[Your Heavenly Tribulation has begun!]

[There are many unspeakable secrets in this Heavenly Tribulation. Please do your best to protect your life.]

All the small words disappeared.

Liu Ping walked out of the forest and said without turning back, "Master, please wait for a moment. I'll be back after the Heavenly Tribulation."

"Be careful!" The old Daoist nodded.

Liu Ping's body leaped lightly and he jumped a few times on the branches. Instantly, he passed through the dense forest and arrived at an empty space beside the river.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky and lightning flashed.

Balls of gray undercurrents descended from the sky and revolved around Liu Ping as if they were spying on him.

"Wraiths?"

Liu Ping was surprised.

It was rare for Wraiths to descend at the beginning of the Golden Core Tribulation.

The gray undercurrents gathered and slowly manifested into a ferocious-looking Wraith that circled around Liu Ping.

"Cultivator, you've committed countless evil deeds, you won't be able to pass this Tribulation"

The Wraith spoke.

"Evil deeds? What kind of evil deeds? "

Liu Ping's pupils dilated and asked in a low voice.

He could sense death.

This Wraith's presence was close to that of Sainted realm, countless times stronger than him.

The death aura coming from the Wraith allowed him to sense the end.

There was no way he could win.

There was only death.

Could it be that the Heavenly Dao sent such a thing to take his life just because of that one divination?

No ...

He's never heard of such a thing.

The Dao is merciless, it definitely wouldn't target a single person like this.

There must be something I can't understand that set up such a process.

Is there any way to deal with it?

There's no way to fight it.

The only way is ...

Liu Ping raised his hand and quickly calculated the evolution and direction of the current situation.

The Wraith spoke: "Cultivator, you've committed countless evil deeds, you won't be able to pass this Tribulation."

"What kind of Wraith are you? How come I've never seen a Wraith like you before? "Liu Ping scowled as he calculated.

The Wraith spoke: "Cultivator, you've committed countless evil deeds, you won't be able to pass this Tribulation."

It stared at Liu Ping with a blank expression, the void of space around it occasionally parted to show the scene of another world.

In that world, countless corpses could be faintly seen piled up like a mountain.

This vision only lasted for a brief moment.

Everything returned to normal.

At the very next moment.

A slithering bolt of lightning struck down from the sky like a snake.

The wraith took advantage of this moment, roared, and disappeared on the spot.

Liu Ping's hand suddenly stopped.

The divination was complete!

The ghost was charging at him, but it was so fast that he couldn't even see it clearly.

From the divination, the only chance of survival is to

Turn left and take a step forward.

This is the result of the divination, if he doesn't believe it, there's no other way to deal with it.

In that split second.

Liu Ping gritted his teeth, turned left and took a step forward.

Almost at the same time.

7-8 miles away from him, in the forest, next to the bonfire.

The old Daoist raised both hands with a solemn expression, quickly formed a hand seal and shouted: "Go!"

A split second passed.

Liu Ping only felt a gigantic body rushing past him with an unstoppable momentum.

He dodged to the left, just in time to avoid its attack.

A line of burning text suddenly appeared:

[Attention! A crack has appeared in the world behind this monster, it's just 1 meter in front of you!]

Liu Ping's heart skipped a beat, instinctively dove forward without even thinking.

The world disappeared.

A void of space and darkness filled his surroundings.

Something that gave off a sense of destruction flashed by.

It was the lightning of the Tribulation.

It was originally going to hit Liu Ping, but because Liu Ping dove into the void of space, it missed.

This moment was so soul-stirring.

With the guidance of the divination technique, Liu Ping managed to avoid the Wraith's attack, as well as the lightning that was almost guaranteed to hit him, falling into another world.

Liu Ping lightly landed on the ground, fully released his inner sight to check behind him while continuously forming hand seals.

Behind him, a world was quickly disappearing.

A cultivation world!

From where he was standing, he could clearly see that the Wraith had just turned around, roaring unwillingly as it continued to charge forward.

Surging lightning revolved around it like it was its personal weapon, exuding a terrifying aura that could destroy everything.

Swish!

The monster charged at Liu Ping with the aura of death, but abruptly disappeared in front of him.

The passage between the two worlds disappeared.

Liu Ping's hand seals also stopped.

"I survived ..."

He muttered.

At this point, a gust of wind blew by, shocking him to realize that he was soaked in cold sweat.