Chapter 55 Judge’s Pen

Hengming walked forward slowly, the power of destiny penetrating deep into the earth, trying to find the opportunity that belonged to him.

But this opportunity is quite hidden. If it were not for the guidance of the Feng Shui compass, even Heng Ming would have thought it was just an illusion. This shows how powerful the power of the innate spiritual treasure to conceal the secrets of heaven is. No wonder many great gods have almost no other spiritual treasures except their companion spiritual treasures.

The power of fate is like a fishhook, and this land is the fish pond. Even if the little fish hides deep, the fishhook will continue to go deeper into it, bound to catch that opportunity.

An unknown amount of time had passed before a mysterious wave suddenly emanated from the earth and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it was just an illusion. However, the sleepy Hengming immediately became alert, realizing that the power of destiny had already reached the place where the opportunity was. Without hesitation, he immediately increased his efforts to search.

More fateful power penetrated into the earth like water waves, forming a dragnet that completely blocked the place where the wave was. No matter how it fled, it could not escape his capture.

Until the end, a ray of spiritual light suddenly rushed out with a brush, moved in the air, and immediately drilled into the void, trying to escape, but a large picture depicting an unclear pattern slowly emerged from the void, and immediately caught the brush and the spiritual light. It was the life map.

"Another ray of innate immortal spiritual light!" Heng Ming immediately saw the spiritual light surrounding the brush, that immortal brilliance that belonged uniquely to innate spiritual treasures, and could only be emitted by the innate immortal spiritual light.

Heng Ming felt a sense of joy in his heart. He had originally found an innate and immortal spiritual light on Mount Heng, and now he had obtained another one. It could be said to be a treasure given by God.

Although he could obtain another innate spiritual treasure as long as he nurtured this innate immortal spiritual light, Hengming knew that he could not eat too much. Moreover, the key to a magic weapon was not quantity but quality. A top-grade innate spiritual treasure was better than five or six high-grade innate spiritual treasures.

So he slowly merged it into the original innate immortal spiritual light, and the spiritual treasure that had already taken shape suddenly vibrated, and finally turned back into the original innate immortal spiritual light and began to brew again.

But Heng Ming was not surprised but happy: "It has returned to its original state, completely eliminating the troubles of Hengshan's original energy. It seems that the luck has recovered and everything is moving in a good direction."

As expected, the tiny bit of dark purple energy within this exceptionally thick innate immortal spiritual light began to gradually dissipate. It was the original energy of Mount Heng that Heng Ming could not get rid of no matter how hard he tried.

After all, the Hengshan Mountain God obtained this innate immortal spiritual light much earlier than Heng Ming. Although he expelled most of the Hengshan's original energy in time, there was still one thing that was difficult to remove.

But now, with the opportunity of returning to the source, this innate immortal spiritual light finally removed the last bit of Hengshan's original energy, which naturally made Hengming overjoyed.

The rich power of destiny once again began to wrap around this innate immortal spiritual light. Judging from the thickness of this innate immortal spiritual light, it was no less powerful than the wheel of destiny and the destiny map that were originally controlled. Of course, the gestation time would naturally be extended accordingly.

But it's all worth it. How many people want this fertility period but don't have the chance.

Only then did Hengming look at the brush wrapped in the life map. He saw that the brush was pitch black in color, and an unpleasant aura of death emanated from it. However, the real name of the brush made Hengming a little surprised.

"Judge's Pen? Isn't this a magical treasure that matches the Book of Life and Death? Why does it appear here today?" Heng Ming asked in surprise.

There are three books in ancient times, namely the Book of Heaven, the Book of Earth and the Book of Man.

The Book of Heaven is the List of Gods, also known as the Holy List of True Spirits. The Book of Earth is the fetal membrane of the earth, also known as the True Scripture of Talking about the Earth. The Book of Man is naturally the Book of Life and Death, also called the True Record of the Red Dust.

The three books of heaven, earth and man are all top-grade innate spiritual treasures, each of which has unique magical uses. However, apart from the Book of Earth which Hong Yun said was in the hands of Zhen Yuanzi, the Book of Heaven and the Book of Man have all disappeared into the dark and their whereabouts are unknown.

In addition to the three books of heaven, earth and man, each has a matching magic treasure, which can also be called the magic treasure that restrains the three books of heaven, earth and man. The Judge's Pen is the magic treasure that restrains the book of life and death of man.

If those who have not yet achieved the Golden Immortal status cannot escape the control of the long river of fate, then everything in the world that is limited by lifespan cannot escape the control of the Book of Life and Death.

No matter how great your supernatural powers are or how great your luck is, as long as your death date is written in the Book of Life and Death, as long as your death date is approaching, no god or Buddha in the sky can save your life.

The other two books also have similar effects. That is why the Heavenly Dao manifested three magical treasures that can restrain the three books.

The Judge's Pen is just a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, but it has a unique effect, which is that it can arbitrarily change all the destined death dates in the Book of Life and Death, and as long as it is written by the Judge's Pen, no one can change it, unless the Book of Life and Death is destroyed, otherwise it will come true.

Even if it is a mayfly that is born in the morning dew and dies at dusk, as long as the judge's pen is willing, he can grant it eternal life.

Of course, even if your life span is as long as the sky and as long as the earth, you will die here immediately with just one stroke of the judge's pen.

Hengming looked at the Judge's Pen in his hand, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, but the only function of the Judge's Pen was to change the date of death in the Book of Life and Death. If there was no Book of Life and Death, then the Judge's Pen would be no different from an ordinary brush.

Heng Ming thought to himself, "Although I don't have the Book of Life and Death, at least I have the Judge's Pen in my hand. Although this is the power of the law of life and death, it is also somewhat similar to fate. No wonder it is regarded as my chance. Anyway, the three books of heaven, earth and man will definitely be born. Since it is the Judge's Pen, you have to wait until the six reincarnations appear and the underworld is born before you can use it."

Thinking of this, Hengming did not hesitate any more and threw it into the Qingyun, slowly refining it with the boundless power of destiny. Then he walked to Nuwa and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, why don't you continue to walk up the mountain?"

Seeing Hengming obtain a pen-shaped magic treasure, Nuwa was curious, but seeing that Hengming had no intention of saying anything, she nodded and said, "Of course."

The two continued to walk upwards, encountering countless strange species along the way. There was a unique bird with only one wing, the male bird only had the left wing and the female bird only had the right wing. On this dangerous Buzhou Mountain, the male and female had to go hand in hand and fly together to survive.

There is also a cat demon with nine tails, which is born with nine lives. Even if it loses some tails, it can grow them back as long as it practices for a period of time. It is a tyrant in a certain area of ​​Mount Buzhou and is a natural beast of life and death.

Hengming also collected some nine-life cat monsters to enrich the species on Fate Island.

There are also some spiritual elves of plants and trees who gather together, help each other, watch over each other, and live a relaxed and comfortable life.

The hugeness of Mount Buzhou is difficult to perceive even from the inside. There may be a world hidden in a grain of sand. A mustard seed contains Mount Sumeru, and Mount Sumeru turns into a mustard seed. There are countless strange races living here, reproducing with each other, and a unique breath of life is contained here.

The breath of life on Nuwa's body became stronger, and it was obvious that she had gained a lot. The same was true for Hengming. Looking at the countless races fighting each other, the grudges and love, and the various aspects of the world, a sense of fate arose spontaneously.

Just as the two of them were walking towards the top of the mountain, many people had already gathered on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

　Fully revived, my illness is completely cured

　　
　
(End of this chapter)