“Why do you read?”
“Why do you read?”
“Why do I want to read?”
Waves of blood churned and tides of swords swarmed.
While Cui Wendao was pushing his qi, resisting the heavenly might and the tide of swords, and carrying the pressure of his body hard, he was sad and torn, and his eyes were even hollow and looked like madness.
His body was trembling as if he were a madman, his eyes red and his lips mumbling over and over again.
The veins on his face became more and more prominent, as if they were cracked wall skin, ready to fall off.
But he seemed oblivious to the changes in himself, just repeating the questions over and over again.
The waves of heavenly might and blood still swept by, and a blood sword pointed at him trembled incessantly, but at this moment, both the heavenly might and the tide of swords seemed to weaken the pressure on Cui Wendao, instead allowing him to use more energy to face the pressure on his body and ask for his heart.
As the strongest person in the Confucian family today, he had never had so many doubts.
Never doubted reading, never doubted why he was studying, and never doubted himself.
But now, under the pressure of his body and his heart, the gods pointed directly at his daoist heart, but this strongest Confucianist was caught in a lumpy circle.
What he needed to do was to prove himself and explain himself one by one from this tangle of questions, like a tangled mass of cotton wool that needed to be cleared up by the thread.
This is the heart of his dao.
Once he was unable to prove himself, his dao heart would instantly crack and split.
Then, there is an avalanche of collapse.
Even the immortals will not be able to return to heaven.
Cui Wendao was so deep in the middle of it that not only was he unaware of his own changed condition, but he was even somewhat blurred by the situation in which he was now being questioned about his daoist heart.
And on the other side.
Gu Cang Yue, the black-robed Heavenly Wolf and Zhang Chun Qiu, were still struggling to death.
They were still gritting their teeth and struggling to resist the heavenly might and the tide of swords, bearing the force of their pressed bodies.
Because their physical strength was not as weak as Cui Wendou’s, none of them had ushered in a questioning heart until this moment.
But witnessing the changes in Cui Wendao, they were left with nothing but fear, apart from being bewildered and helpless.
In their eyes, it was as if Cui Wendou was crumbling and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, while they had no idea what Cui Wendou was actually going through.
They didn’t even know what he was going through because he was murmuring so softly that they didn’t even hear him.
“Is this the heart of questioning?”
Jiang Qilin looked at Cui Wendao in horror.
With Jiang Liuxue leading the way, his speed slowed but did not stop.
The reason for slowing down was also to deal with the possibility of asking for hearts at any moment without being caught off guard.
He was equally aware of the aura of rapid decay and demise emanating from Cui Wendao and could not help but feel a chill in his heart.
It was not like the mighty power of the heavens to crush a man with a bang.
Rather, it was a person who was completely decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In a sense, the latter is more frightening.
“He is a Confucian, and his daoist heart should also be related to Confucianism, so being asked for his heart must also be involved in this area.”
The sixth master’s speculative voice reached Jiang Qilin’s ears.
“What about our Jiang family?” Jiang Qilin asked.
“The Jiang family is different from the Confucian family.”
Jiang Sixth Master pondered for a moment and explained, “Asking for the heart is a direct reference to the heart of the Dao, the Confucian family’s heart of the Dao must be related to literature, but the other hearts of the Dao are not necessarily, ponderous and complicated, even different for each person, and only clear when asked.” ”What about Dong’s Daoist heart?”
Jiang Qilin was horrified and glanced back at Chen Dong, unable to help but feel his scalp tingling.
Demonic nature was inherently in conflict with the heavens, and if Chen Dong had planted a demon in his heart, wouldn’t he not even have to go through the process and be put to death on the spot if he was really asked?
“Why do you read?”
Boom!
On the road to heaven, Cui Wendou’s hissing roar, accompanied by a majestic and fierce qi, blasted through the blockade of the heavenly might and the tide of swords, like an angry dragon rushing through the sky and swaying in the air.
Everyone was astonished.
At this moment, Cui Wendao’s white hair was pale, and he was dancing in the wind, his Confucian robe was rattling, and the wind was blowing around him.
A dazzling golden light emanated from the scroll, shining on his sinewy face.
His features were twisted and stretched, painful and hideous.
Even tiny cracks had appeared on his face because the veins and veins were so protruding that blood was flowing from it.
Immediately after.
Cui Wendou knelt straight down on the path to heaven, his hands scratching at his white hair as he repeated the question over and over again.
Why study?
Jiang Qilin and the others were all dumbfounded.
The three of them, especially Gu Cang Yue, were so dumbfounded that their jaws almost fell to the ground.
They had no idea what was happening.
But what did Cui Wendou mean by suddenly wondering this question to himself at this moment?
A Confucianism’s strongest man, questioning why he was studying when life and death were at stake on the road to heaven?
What a load of crap!
“Wait!”
The black-robed Skywolf suddenly ejac*lated, “Normally, he wouldn’t have changed like this, but what if it had touched the heart of the Dao?”
“Yes, the heart of the Dao!”
Gu Cang Yue also snapped awake, “Confucianism cultivates literature, the talent of literature is astounding, the dao heart must involve this aspect, Cui Wendao is not going crazy, but his dao heart has fluctuated, could it be that this round of heavenly might is …… the dao heart?”
Almost simultaneously.
Zhang Chunqiu also revealed a look of enlightenment.
But then came the fear that lingered.
All three asked themselves what the outcome should be if they were touched by the heavens in the heart of the Dao.
“Why do you read?”
Master Empty Sky folded his hands in contemplation, “If we say it is to become stronger, the heart of the Tao should break apart on the spot, right?”
“I don’t know, one can only pass if one fits into one’s heart and is fused with the Dao, how many heroes and heavenly talents have died on this threshold in the past generations of the Heaven Treading Road!”
Chen Daojun had his hands behind his back, “This in itself, there is no specific answer, different Dao hearts, different answers, even Cui Wendou himself, the present and the past moments, may deviate!”
“Then it is not a certain death?” Master Empty Sky was horrified.
“It’s not a certain death.”
Chen Daojun shook his head, his brow furrowed, “This is also the most crucial reason why I am worried about why that person would overlay the heart of demonic nature on Dong’er, if it wasn’t for Jiang Qilin’s shelter, it wouldn’t be too much to say that Dong’er would have died ten deaths on this level.”
“Qilin’er, do not be distracted!”
The Sixth Master Jiang did not care about what was happening to Cui Wendou now, he knew he did not have much time, so hurrying was the thing to do.
Jiang Qilin returned to his senses and stopped looking at Cui Wendao.
It was only the sound of Cui Wendao’s wailing that caused an answer to jolt through his mind.
That was once, the answer given by Chen Dong!
Perhaps, with that answer, he could help Cui Wendao to walk through this hurdle!
