Chapter 8 Heaven

  The purple squirrel jumped away, and a warm smile spread across Zhao Ji's face. For some reason, his heart suddenly felt much warmer, and the last bit of tension and unease that had been lingering in his mind completely disappeared.

  Within a day, he had encountered so many inexplicable and unbelievable things that even Zhao Ji's nerves, which were as tough as steel, couldn't help but feel some unease and apprehension.

  The lovely, naive and well-behaved purple squirrel soothed Zhao Ji's uneasy heart, making him feel for the first time that coming to this place, a world where he didn't know anyone, might not be so bad after all. It also made up his mind to face some things head-on.

  Turning around, he stepped firmly and strode towards a corner of the Feisheng Hall, where there was an ancient well, a very old and precipitous ancient well.

  Unlike the Feisheng Temple, which shines with a golden light, this ancient well, with its rugged and weathered appearance, presents a dark color, giving people a glimpse of it, as if they have seen through time.

  He strode to the ancient well and peered into it, seeing only an endless void. The bottom of the well was unknown, and it seemed to stretch on forever, impossible to see the end with one glance.

  In the void, there are two objects that are quite eye-catching, floating and sinking in an ancient well, as if in a weightless vacuum, moving irregularly up and down, left and right.

  "A life-and-death thinness, a thousand autumnal brushstrokes, indeed it is here."

  Looking at the book and pen in the well, Zhao Ji showed no surprise at all. Everything was already clear to him. He bent down, stretched out his hand and scooped them up from the well.

  At the moment of awakening, Zhao Ji's brain had extra information that made him aware that he had become the master of Fei Sheng Temple. Everything about all objects in Fei Sheng Temple and its functions was crystal clear to him.

  At first, humans did not accept them at the beginning, but once Zhao Ji made up his mind, humanity could no longer stop his rise.

  It seemed as if it was right in front of him, yet infinitely far away - a book, a pen. When Zhao Ji stretched out his hand, they quickly flew into his palm.

  As if it had been through the passage of time, the vicissitudes of a thousand years, and yet in an instant that was almost audible as a breath, the book, the pen, automatically fell into Zhao Ji's hands.

  Up to this point, in that one mouth of the ancient well, there was nothing left, only a piece of emptiness remained. The old well was empty, which is exactly what "Aoi Sora" means.

  "It can be decided who will be the first to ascend."

  Putting aside all hesitation and doubt, Zhao Ji picked up the mighty pen that weighed a thousand jun, and began to write on the book of life and death.

  In the world of Lian Cheng Jue, when Ding Dian first saw the Ling Shuang Hua monument, he obtained the Shen Zhao Jing. The above three sentences were written by Zhao Ji on the Sheng Si Bo.

  When the last stroke fell, a line of characters shone brightly, and the same black light burst forth from the ancient well in front of him. Zhao Ji leaned forward to look inside, only to see that in the empty and desolate ancient well, a small black dot suddenly appeared.

  It seemed like a small black dot in the distant distance, with an extremely fast speed, rapidly enlarged in Zhao Ji's eyes, and came to the front in a short time, reaching the edge of the well.

  At this time, Zhao Ji looked clearly and found that the small black dot was actually a person. He flew from the direction of the well bottom to the well mouth at an extremely fast speed.

  In the blink of an eye, that person emerged from the ancient well and landed steadily on the ground, with a mixture of anger, sorrow, despair, and confusion etched on his face.

  At that moment when this person came out of the ancient well, a thin line between life and death, an invisible light overflowed from the book of life and death and was cast into Zhao Ji's brow.

  "It's really the Divine Illumination Scripture, the legendary internal skill mantra, or should I say, top-notch internal skill mantra. It's great, my martial arts dream has finally come true."

  With a highly concentrated spirit, in the brain, a piece of information suddenly appears, which is the content of Shen Zhao Jing's gong method and some insights from Ding Dian.

  After roughly flipping through the Divine Illumination Scripture, Zhao Ji suppressed his urge to immediately start cultivating and shifted his attention, casting his gaze onto the person in front of him. He clasped his fists together and smiled: "Brother Ding, please, after you."

  "Who are you? Where is this place?"

  After a period of confusion, Ding Dian basically calmed down and after sizing up the interior of Fei Sheng Hall, he found that the only person who could communicate with him was the one in front of him, and he even took the initiative to talk to himself, so he couldn't help but ask.

  The answer was already well-prepared, and Zhao Ji's response was very smooth. With a serious tone, he said: "This is the Flying Ascension Hall of the Heavenly Realm, and I am the Flying Ascension Escort."

  "Heavenly realm? Ascension? What does it mean?"

  This answer was a super challenge to Ding Dian's nerves, leaving him bewildered.

  Zhao Ji continued to ramble on according to his own script: "To understand the significance of the Heavenly Realm and ascension, you must first know that there are many worlds in the universe, with high-level worlds and low-level worlds. The Heavenly Realm, as its name suggests, belongs to a high-level world, corresponding to tens of thousands of low-level worlds."

  Here is the translation:

  "Up to this point, Zhao Ji slightly paused and chose his words carefully before continuing: 'The lives of low-level worlds, with extremely powerful existences, or those with great luck and great virtues, under certain opportunities, can ascend to the heavenly realm. Brother Ding, your original world was a low-level world, but now you have ascended to the heavenly realm.'"

  Zhao Ji's words were few, but the amount of information they contained was not small, especially for Ding Dian, who had a fixed mindset. The Heavenly Realm was something he hadn't even thought about before.

  After hearing this, Ding Dian was completely stunned, his expression dull and stupid, standing there like a sculpture, not moving for a long time.

  "Haha, so it seems that heaven has been quite kind to me after all. It took Frosthua away from me, but brought me to this inexplicable heavenly realm."

  After a long time, Ding Dian finally broke away from his statue-like state, and laughed with a mixture of sadness and joy, tears almost welling up in his eyes. The laughter was filled with a sense of desolation.

  As for Lian Cheng Jue, he had done quite a bit of research and even the timing of Ding Tian's ascension to immortality was calculated with great accuracy. The sorrow and indignation that he showed at this time were well understood by Zhao Ji.

  "Heavenly realm, it's a great place, where one can pursue even greater power and gain longer lifespan. This is the land that we warriors yearn for. Brother Ding ascending to this place is a good thing, should be celebrated."

  Zhao Ji made an effort to persuade him.

  The name of the heavenly realm was fabricated by Zhao Ji Du, and as for what this world actually looks like and what its real name is, Zhao Ji can be said to have been completely in the dark, knowing nothing at all.

  However, from another perspective, it's not impossible to say that this is the Heavenly Realm. The Flying Ascension Hall relies on this world and can allow warriors from many worlds to fly up and ascend, even if it wasn't originally the Heavenly Realm, now it has become one.