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Chapter 142 - 84: The Four Symbols Gather, the Cultivation is Complete, the Imperial Pole Worldly Scripture!

Chapter 142: Chapter 84: The Four Symbols Gather, the Cultivation is Complete, the Imperial Pole Worldly Scripture!

The images that surfaced in his memory dissipated, and the woman’s appearance and voice vanished.

Li Guanyi felt incredibly calm.

Strangely enough, his emotions were stable at this moment, the temperature inside his heart was like a calm lake, without the slightest ripple, and at this time, there was only the sudden enlightenment feeling of ’so this is how it was,’ even the stabbing pain at his chest was disappearing.

It was as if nothing had happened, he lifted his hand, and the remaining poison was crushed by the Dharma Form. Li Guanyi could sense the power of the Green Bird’s Dharma Form, representing the force of endless life circulating within his body, transporting the poison away, driven out through the Lesser Yin Heart Meridian.

Jiquan acupoint, Qingling, Shaohai, Spirit Path, Tongli, Yin Qie, Shenmen, Shaofu.

In the end, the last bit of poison was transferred to Li Guanyi’s Shaochong acupoint.

His fingertip visibly swelled and bruised.

Siming, who had been watching Li Guanyi with an expression as though he had seen a ghost since the Green Bird emerged, immediately realized he was poisoned upon witnessing this odd phenomenon and, without a moment’s hesitation, shouted, "Master Mo, throw something over that can contain the poison!"

The Master Mo who was waiting outside promptly threw something with a raised hand.

An obsidian bottle came flying over, which the old man who seemed to know nothing of martial arts, caught effortlessly, then tossed in front of Li Guanyi. Li Guanyi took out the Mo Blade from his waist, rested it against his finger, and gently made a cut.

The weapon, refined over three hundred times, was like cutting through soft armor, leaving not even a white mark.

Li Guanyi pressed down harder, feeling as if the blade was not sharp at all.

It was like an ordinary person pressing their finger against an unsharpened iron sword; there might be a slight sensation, but the knowledge that it could not injure oneself was there.

Li Guanyi had no interest in mustering the strength to break his own defenses and instead drew the Qiushui Sword from his waist. Under the Qiushui Sword, his skin, which seemed no different than usual, opened naturally, and black blood carrying a dizzyingly sweet scent fell into the bottle, making Li Guanyi’s head spin.

After several transports of the remaining poisoned blood, the obsidian bottle was about a third full.

Li Guanyi plugged up the bottle.

With a turn of the Green Bird Dharma Form,

the wound on Li Guanyi’s finger began to stop bleeding at a rate visible to the naked eye, and in just about sixty breaths, it was completely healed, with no sign of the wound visible. At this time, Siming had already rushed over, eyeing the Dharma Form on Li Guanyi’s body.

He cracked a smile.

The Green Bird belonged to fire, yet at this moment, it was a strange combination of wood and wind, flapping around the youth. The White Tiger lay quietly on the left, with the Red Dragon on the right. The Mystic Turtle closed its eyes, serene. Li Guanyi closed his eyes and stimulated his Qi Mechanism, expelling the residual poison from his body.

Siming circled around him quickly, his mouth moving in a murmur, his expression growing increasingly solemn: "This is too, too..."

These were the Four Symbols: Dragon, Tiger, Phoenix, and Turtle.

But these were not the usual forms; there had been a change in the fire and wood attributes.

Wen Yuan whispered, "Among the seven stars of the East, the first to be seen is the Dragon Horn, and as the sun and moon pass through the Heavenly Gate, this star is called the gate star. But now, as the Azure Dragon has turned to fire, it is the fifth star that outshines the others, transforming into the fire dragon."

"That is the heart of the dragon, the great fire."

Siming grinned, "It’s..."

Wen Yuan looked up at the sky: "Siming, do you remember what the companion star to Heart Mansion is?"

Siming grew earnest and said,

"The dragon’s heart is called great fire, but there is another star of the same attribute, called—"

"Ying Huo."

"Together, they appear as ’Venus Guarding the Heart,’ an unusual sight."

"People always say that when Venus guards the heart, it’s a sign of great chaos, but how would they know the truth? Ying Huo guards the aberration of the Red Dragon, with emphasis on ’guarding.’ Just as coughing incessantly suggests disease, but the cough itself is not the illness—the true cause lies in the wind-cold of the heart and lungs."

"Pointing at the moon with your finger; the focus is not the finger, but the moon."

"Venus guarding the heart; the focus is not Ying Huo but the dragon’s heart."

"But, when the Red Dragon, which sweeps across the world, encounters a problem with its Heart Mansion, how could it possibly guard itself?"

"With trouble in the Heart Mansion and the Azure Dragon turning to fire, it’s a sign of great turmoil. If such an event happened during peaceful times, the person carrying the Red Dragon might be either a Fierce General or a Heroic Ruler, but if it appears alongside the White Tiger, then..."

Siming fell silent.

The last time the White Tiger and Red Dragon appeared together was eight hundred years ago.

The Red Emperor and the Overlord overturned the realm, and dukes and marquises had to crawl into their tents. Then they fought among themselves, and the victor emerged, becoming the most magnificent hero legend of the East Continent to date. The ambition and reason for the Turkic ruler to settle in the Central Plains was the claim that their ancestors once sought to marry the daughter of the Red Emperor.

They also carried the bloodline of the Red Dragon which had swept across the realm, qualifying them to step into the Central Plains.

But now, the two great Fate Grids that once overturned the world had converged in a single person, and Siming said: "This isn’t important. If the realm is stable, he is the foundation of a golden age, but if chaos breaks out, he might become the flame that upheaves the troubled world."

Wen Yuan said, "Fate Grid, after all, is just that and doesn’t represent everything."

"Since ancient times, how many Heroic Rulers born with great destiny have perished before achieving their potential?"

They conversed in low voices.