Chapter 98 The Seven Sufferings of Life
Looking at the phantom on the throne, Tongtian suddenly felt something was wrong in his heart, as if the ending of this phantom would be the ending of his future, an ending destined to be sad, an ending destined to be painful.

"The sky does not decide me, the earth does not control me, I will use the sword in my hand to open up a brand new future!"

Tongtian was such a man, how could he be affected by this inexplicable premonition? Instead, he became more and more courageous as the battle went on, with fighting spirit surging in his heart. He let out a loud shout, and a sword intent filled with hope burst out, as warm as the first ray of sunshine in the morning, or like a ray of hope in the darkness, which instantly dispersed the boundless blood and energy.

Hengming never thought that he could defeat Tongtian with just these means. He controlled the wheel of destiny to turn again, and Hengming stretched out his hand. The space within a radius of thousands of miles was suddenly blocked by a powerful force. Even Tongtian felt his body sinking. The energy consumed to travel through space was nearly ten times more than before.

In this blocked space, translucent silver snakes are constantly emerging one after another, with silly faces and like living creatures. It seems that the space seal cannot stop these silver snakes at all.

These are naturally not real living beings, but the void somewhere was torn apart alive by Hengming, who forced them to transform into silver snakes.

As soon as the silver snake appeared, it spontaneously pounced towards the sword energies, opened its mouth and swallowed the sharp sword energies into its stomach, and then continued to pounce towards other sword energies.

Tongtian frowned and his mind moved. As soon as a sword energy was swallowed by the silver snake, it immediately began to explode. However, the silver snake did not look hurt at all. It was still alive and kicking, and instead pounced on other sword energies.

"I see!"

Tongtian sensed it carefully and finally understood the reason. He suddenly realized, "Although these silver snakes have left the void, they are still connected to each other by a certain place, that is, their stomachs. So the silver snakes seem to have swallowed up the sword energy and destroyed it, but in fact they have exiled the sword energy into the void. Even if I explode the sword energy, it can only shatter some of the void, and cannot harm the silver snakes, because the sword energy is no longer in the silver snakes' stomachs."

Heng Ming smiled and said, "It's just a trifle. Do you want to fight again, Brother Tong Tian?"

Tongtian laughed loudly, took the Qingping sword and slashed in the air again. Ten thousand green lotuses bloomed and instantly swallowed up all the silver snakes and forcibly wiped them out in the outside world. These green lotuses were also sword energy. In Tongtian's hands, everything was a sword.

Tongtian used his sword to show his answer, which was to keep fighting!
Heng Ming shook his head and smiled, but he was not going to show any mercy. He controlled the Wheel of Fate to gradually dissipate and turned into a ray of spiritual light to absorb more power of fate.

Endless power of destiny emerged out of nowhere, countless sad winds blew up, and the sounds of wailing of all living beings were heard. This magical power was specially developed by Hengming for Tongtian. The power of destiny can target individuals and affect the whole group.

The power of the Doomsday Calamity is strong, but it is not enough for a strong man like Tongtian.

Hengming stood on the fate map, and a book of atlas moved silently above his head and finally stopped on a blank page. Countless strange runes lit up, and tadpole-like divine patterns emerged, which frightened everyone present.

There was a sudden flash of thunder in the sky, but there was not even a cloud in the sky; it was a bolt from the blue.

"There are seven kinds of suffering in life, seven kinds of suffering in heaven and earth!"

Seven strange figures emerged, each representing the greatest suffering in the world, namely birth, aging, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, failure to obtain what one desires, and meeting with those one hates and resents.

Life is the most painful, because it is the source of all misfortunes, the beginning of all misfortunes, and the source of all pain.

Aging is the saddest thing. Even with bright eyes, white teeth, stunning beauty, strong physique and heroic demeanor, one cannot escape the decline of beauty and become frail.

Illness is the most painful. Physical illness is easy to cure, but mental illness is difficult to cure. When one is terminally ill, even gods and Buddhas cannot save him. One can only linger on, like a candle in the wind, and can only watch himself fade into nothingness.

Death is the ultimate escape from suffering. It is an abrupt end that buries both sin and joy. There is no sadness or joy, and everything returns to nothingness.

Love and separation are the most painful, love is unprovoked, happiness has no end, yesterday's laughter is today's sorrow, everything is beyond our control, it ends without illness, and our loved ones suffer.

The most painful thing is not getting what you want. Not getting youth, not getting happiness, not getting liberation, not getting eternal life. Not getting what you want is suffering.

The most painful thing is to be with those you hate. You cannot escape the hatred and resentment. You will be with them for eternity and will not be able to escape from them in any life.

Seven figures looked up to the sky and sighed, wondering why the world was so painful. People live to suffer, their eyes and eyebrows are grass-like, their noses and mouths are old, and they are born with the word "bitter". Everyone has a bitter face because they already know that suffering in this life is inevitable.

The sighs spread throughout Buzhou, and even Laozi's exquisite pagoda of heaven and earth could not block these sighs, because this was the sorrow of all living beings between heaven and earth, the pain of all living beings, and the sighs of all of them.

The sighs crushed countless sword energies. Tongtian's expression finally changed drastically. He let out a long whistle, trying to suppress the sighs. However, the seven figures never stopped Tongtian's actions, and just kept sighing.

Sword, Qi, voice, sound, nothing matters, nothing is important, compared to our pain, everything is so meaningless. Hengming's face was extremely heavy, fate brought everything, naturally including pain, if he had to bear this kind of pain, even a Daluo Jinxian would be crushed to death, at this moment he was just taking the risk to control it, if he was not careful he would suffer an irreparable price.

The sound of sighs came here with boundless pain. Laozi, who had been calm all the time, finally changed his expression. A golden pagoda suddenly rushed towards the sky, and billions of golden light of merit scattered everywhere. Yuanshi Tianzun also shook the Sanbao Yu Ruyi in his hand in time, and the three lights of happiness, wealth and longevity shone together, which barely held back the pain of these sentient beings.

Tong Tian shouted at this time: "I lost! Fellow Daoist Heng Ming, please put away your magical powers quickly!"

After hearing this, Hengming reluctantly sent these suffering beings back to their destiny. A pure sword light flashed by, and Tongtian held the Qingping sword in one hand and a pure white flag in the other.

Smallpox flowers were scattered on the big flag. It was obvious that they had just displayed great power, but now their spiritual light seemed a little dim. It was obvious that Tongtian could not hold on any longer, so he took out his own companion spiritual treasure, the Smallpox Flower Flag.

Tongtian's face turned a little pale. For a swordsman like him, a clear sword heart is more important than anything else, and the suffering of all living beings is precisely aimed at people like him who are extremely clear-minded.

If one were to be entangled by the suffering of all living beings and one's sword heart were to be stained by dust, then I don't know how much effort it would take to refine one's sword heart again and make it work as before.

Hengming also appeared on the fate map with a faint smile on his face: "Fellow Daoist Tongtian, how about it? If you want to fight again next time, I am always here to accompany you."

Although Tongtian was defeated miserably, he did not show any anger on his face, and was still so heroic: "I lost today, but next time I will definitely fight with Taoist Hengming for another 300 rounds to satisfy you!"

Heng Ming smiled and said, "I'll be waiting for you anytime."

Then, several people looked at each other, laughed, and at the same time turned into divine light and rushed into the sky. Saint Hongjun was about to give a second sermon, so they had to hurry.

With the experience from the first time, they found the Zixiao Palace easily this time.

The gate of Zixiao Palace was wide open at this moment, and many figures could be vaguely seen flashing inside. There were only ten years left before the sermon, so everyone entered immediately.

A total of five people from the cushions came together, immediately attracting the attention of many great gods in the Zixiao Palace.

Hengming glanced casually and found that there were many familiar faces among them, such as Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Changxi, Xihe, Wangshu, Bixia Yuanjun and other great gods who had already sat in their last positions, and the same was true for other great gods.

No one sat on the seven cushions in the front without permission. It was obvious that they all remembered the words of Sage Hongjun and did not dare to offend him.

After Hengming sat down on the cushion, he greeted Bixia Yuanjun and said, "Daoist Bixia, long time no see. Daoist Nuwa and I wanted to go to Mount Tai to find you so that we could go to Zixiao Palace together. However, we were delayed by some things on the way. Finally, we found that it was already late, so we came here alone."

Bixia Yuanjun smiled and shook her head: "If you come to Mount Tai, you will probably be disappointed. Not long ago, I took a few of my boys to travel around the North Sea. I saw many wonders along the way. I forgot the time for a while. When I realized it, it was already late. So I let those boys travel by themselves, and I hurried here."

Nuwa smiled and said, "We have had similar experiences. How interesting."

Just as a few people were talking and laughing, Hengming keenly noticed that someone was staring at him. He immediately turned around and found that the owner of the gaze did not retreat, but was looking at him more actively.

This is actually a rare goddess, whose cultivation is also in the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian, and she is obviously also a top-level innate sacred being.

It's just that the image of this goddess is slightly different from others, she has three eyes, four heads, and eight arms. Each face has a unique expression, either dignified, gentle, indifferent, or tough. Her whole body is shining with starlight, which is not the light of ordinary stars, but the origin of countless stars. I don't know what means this goddess used to obtain so many star origins.

Seeing Hengming frowning slightly, the goddess actually said, "Dou Mu Yuanjun, meet fellow Taoist Hengming."

Dou Mu Yuan Jun!

When Hengming heard the name, he immediately thought of many legends.

Who is the Lord of All Stars? Some say it is the Sun Star Lord, some say it is the Moon Star Lord, some think it is the Purple Star Lord, or many other equally ancient star masters, but if we talk about the Mother of All Stars, then Dou Mu Yuanjun is the only great god who fits the description.

It is said that Dou Mu Yuan Jun gave birth to nine children. The eldest son was Emperor Gou Chen, the second son was Emperor Zi Wei, and the remaining seven children were the Big Dipper. Because of the extreme excellence of her children, Dou Mu Yuan Jun was also honored as the Mother of Stars, which means the mother of all stars.

(End of this chapter)