Outside Of Time

1602  Birth of the Eight Extremities Dao (2)

I didn't know where I had come from.

As time passed, I gradually developed a faint consciousness and vaguely recalled fragments of the past.

However, it wasn't specific and was very blurry.

I only remembered a desert.

Most of the time, I gazed at this star, witnessing the fates of all beings upon it, while trying to remember where I had come from and the story of that desert.

But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't recall much. The most I could remember was a bit of dust and a river.

Who were they?

I was at a loss.

During the time I was thinking, I was often discovered by the people here on this Heavenly Mandate Star.

Sometimes, they think that I'm just ordinary, but sometimes, they think that I'm ominous.

Similarly, there was also a period of time when I was regarded as a holy object by the people here and was worshiped.

Time flowed by.

These scenes didn't matter to me. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

I thought the rest of my life would be the same.

 Until one day, a cultivator from beyond the Heavenly Mandate Star came here and saw me.

He seemed overjoyed and lifted me from the Heavenly Mandate, taking me away to a place called the Heavenly Fire.

This place seemed to have no end and was incomparably vast.

I would always remember this continent because there was a vast volcano there. This mountain… occupied 90% of the Heavenly Fire land.

I was brought there and thrown into the burning volcano. Endless magma and heat enveloped me, burning and refining me.

Until I became a piece of iron.

The cultivator who brought me here harnessed the power of the volcano and ultimately forged me into a sharp sword.

He then traveled to a place called the Primordial Forest, where he cut down the oldest tree

It seemed to be an act of vengeance.

Severely wounded, the cultivator fled with me, but years later, he succumbed to his injuries. Over the long years, other people found me, but without exception, they all met untimely deaths.

Without exception, they all died in the end.

An unknown explanation landed on me again.

Hence, the last sword bearer brought me to a dark yin river that was filled with death. He erased my spirit and threw me down.

I landed in the river and sank. My spirit was dissipating.

It was buried in the mud at the bottom of the river.

However, the aura I carried seemed to provide ultimate nourishment to the river, making it grow more immense and surge even more powerfully.

And before I died, I heard someone saying.

"Gire overcomes metal, yet metal gives birth to water."

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I wasn't originally named Guyiding Sanyue.

This name came from a vision I had of the future, in March of the Guyiding year, when I saw a single raindrop fall.

It wandered aimlessly until one day someone called it "Guyiding Sanyu." Gaining consciousness, it became a lake, and countless years later, it turned into the Northern Sea.

I saw everything and felt that it wasn't bad, so I used this name before it was born.

"When you are born, I will return it to you."

As for my life, it could be considered a tumultuous one. I had once swallowed an iron sword that had killed a lot.

The baleful aura of this sword nourished me greatly, causing me to cover the starry sky as I flowed, extinguishing a shocking and magnificent volcano and drowning it.

However, fate was like this most of the time. There were causes and effects. One day, a group of almighties came. They boarded a special ship and entered my life.

That ship was fated with me.

 Therefore, I couldn't bear to let it be destroyed. Seeing its lingering spirit about to dissipate, I nourished it, giving it a chance for revival.

However, I didn't expect that the goal of this group of almighty beings was to send it into the volcano I had extinguished and burn it as the price to revive the volcano.

The eruption of the volcano originally couldn't bury me, but the volcanic ash that spewed out was my calamity. It turned me into qi, rain, and nurtured all things.

Vaguely, I thought I heard a voice.

"Earth counters water, and water gives birth to wood."

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I was born on a desert.

A sudden heavy rain gave me vitality and intelligence. However, it was also the appearance of intelligence that allowed me to understand what loneliness was.

Hence, I changed some karma and separated myself at the cost of weakening myself, causing more of my kind to appear in the surroundings.

Gradually, the river disappeared and an endless forest occupied everything.

This place also gradually gained a name. It was known as the Forest of Origin.

My tribe also grew stronger and stronger. They came into contact with the outside world and comprehended the heavens and earth. Hence, there was cultivation.

But I grew increasingly weak, choosing to sleep for longer periods. On the rare occasions I awoke, I would observe the passage of time, witnessing the grudges and conflicts of the tribes, their rise and fall, and one by one, I watched as my tribe wiped out other species and civilizations.

This lasted until one day, when a cultivator who had once been exterminated came for revenge with a special sword.

The person that killed me stood in front of me.

I stared at the sword and understood that it was the calamity in my fate.

Hence, I chose to comply and died under the sword.

During the ten thousand years when the spirit dissipated, my corpse was used and refined into a boat.

I would have refused.

However, they said that only a boat made of me could sail in a river called Guyiding Sanyue. Moreover, it could absorb the power of the river while sailing.

It could give me the possibility of reviving.

I believed them, but in the end, they used my broken body to reignite a dead volcano.

At that time, I heard a sentence.

"Metal restrains wood, and wood gives birth to fire."

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I was born in the starry sky, igniting a black hole, transforming into a body, and becoming a volcano.

People called me Heavenly Fire.

Fire was both my life and my temperament, so I roared for years, shaking the world in all directions.

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One day, someone came in front of me and threw a meteorite.

I refined it into iron and turned it into a sword.

I thought that the brilliance of my life would be like the fire on my body, eternal.

However, a black river filled with death and baleful aura arrived from the starry sky and enveloped me, extinguishing me.

This is my tribulation. No matter how I roar or resist, it's useless.

After endless years, a boat arrived. It ignited itself and woke me up. The eruption, dormant for countless ages, sent clouds of ash billowing across the skies.

That was my anger, covering everything.

Accompanying this anger was a sentence that came from an unknown source.

"Water restrains fire, and fire gives birth to earth."

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I am the ash from a volcanic eruption, settling to form land.

At the moment of my birth, I filled an expansive river.

That's what I'm proudest of.

There was an iron sword in the silt of the river.

I gazed at the sword, unaware of the passage of time.

Thus, my life was monotonous.

As time flowed by, I gradually fell into slumber. When I finally awakened, I had already become a vast desert.

The arrival of the rain nourished the vegetation, but my life was sucked away bit by bit.

As for that sword, I nurtured it over the endless years. It gradually settled down and finally became a meteorite.

Finally, when my life was sucked away and I was about to die, I used my last bit of strength to send this meteorite to the starry sky.

If it became a shooting star, who knew where it would go?

But I am gratified.

Because it carried my reincarnation, my revival.

In my next life, I don't want it to be so monotonous.

As I mumbled, I closed my eyes.

However, in my blurry consciousness, there seemed to be a sentence echoing.

"Wood restrains earth, and earth gives birth to metal."