hotmtlnovel Chapter 282: 276 Land of Hope
Chapter 282: 276 Land of Hope
Chapter 282: Chapter 276 Land of Hope
Happy times are always fleeting, and about half an hour later, the two arrived at the edge of the Miasma Swamp. There seemed to be an invisible boundary line on the ground, separating the dense forest and the grassland.
“Alright, it’s time to go back,” Lancelot patted little Esha on the head. Although still in the shadows, the little girl’s spirit was very low, as if the destructive power contained in the sunlight was going to make her collapse.
“I really miss the feeling of basking in the sun,” the girl said with a look of fear and nostalgia, then regretfully shook her head, and with a poof, she transformed into a small bat and slipped into the Human Knight’s Dimensional Bag at his waist.
“I will find a way, don’t worry.”
Although the other party could no longer hear him, Lancelot still spoke the words, sounding more like a reminder to himself. Then he took a step forward, leaving the Miasma Swamp, which he had greatly disturbed, behind him.
If judged by the standards of the Prime Material Plane, the ground beneath his feet was very desolate, but it was much better compared to the Plains of the Abyss or the Great Abyss. Sparse weeds dotted the ground, and the soil was not the kind of hard clods that had been baked and cracked by the sun, which made Lancelot even more curious about what a region belonging to the good side would look like.
Continuing to walk less than a mile forward, the Human Knight came upon a wide river, the very Hoffenstan River that splits this plane in two. The water was a deep blue, as pure as that of the sea, and Lancelot sensed various weak animal presences in the river, likely ordinary fish and shrimp, a sharp contrast to the Stygian River, which was always filled with death and decay.
According to the knowledge inherited from the High Priest of the Elves, Hofenstan in the ancient elven language means ‘Land of Hope,’ and from the Human Knight’s current position, the river’s opposite bank with its lush green grass and the scene brimming with vitality indeed gave a hopeful feeling.@@@@
Lancelot was not sure how his companions had crossed the river, but naturally, this was no problem for him. With a slight concentration of True Yuan in his feet, he simply walked forward.
This difference was hard to put into words. To give an imperfect example, magic was like a childhood game: with a few matchsticks arranged into numbers and symbols, moving one or two matchsticks could completely change their meaning.
On the other hand, the technique of a Spiritual Cultivator was more like... taking out a handful of ground wood chips, with the shape you wanted to arrange them into entirely up to you.
Each method had its own advantages and disadvantages. The Arcane method of ‘moving matchsticks’ was more stable, but it required the Spellcaster to accurately remember the method of ‘moving matchsticks’; any small error could lead to serious casting accidents. Moreover, if one inherently lacked the ability to ‘move matchsticks,’ like Kalalin, they could only resort to tools such as scrolls and Magic Wands to cast spells.
As for the way of the Spiritual Cultivators, it seemed to be a method closer to ‘Tao’?
‘Tao’ was also a concept mentioned in the little bamboo slips, and its specific meaning was difficult to describe in words. It could refer to ‘the Essence of all things’ as well as ‘the rules of the universe.’ Han Tianzun clearly stated in his treatise on Spiritual Cultivation that such a semi-understanding of ‘Tao’ was entirely normal, and in a sense, Spiritual Cultivation itself was an ongoing process of exploring the Essence of the ‘Tao’.
These words, although not particularly helpful in Lancelot’s understanding of ‘Tao,’ at least reassured him with the fact that even an individual as powerful as Han Tianzun had not fully grasped the meaning of ‘Tao.’ Therefore, as a small Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage, he needn’t be troubled by his inability to comprehend what ‘Tao’ was.
As a flash of white light passed, the awe-inspiring Demon warhorse appeared once again before Lancelot. It instinctively tried to bite the creature that dared to summon it, but a punch squarely to the face made the beast quickly realize the situation at hand.
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