Chapter 106

There is brown soil under my feet, and the surrounding scenery is obscured by vast white fog. The world is silent, as if I am the only one left in the world.

Jiang Suiyan immediately sent out his spiritual sense, but was shocked to find that the white fog around him was like an airtight wall, isolating all the power of inquiry, and no information was leaked out.

The handsome black-haired boy couldn't help but frown, and his long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, but in the end he still withdrew his consciousness into his sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Since spiritual consciousness is useless, one can only rely on the eyes.

Jiang Sui Yan raised his eyes, his dark, moist eyes filled with vigilance as he looked him over carefully.

As far as the eye can see, the small area not obscured by the white fog is empty, with no signs of danger.

——At least at this moment, this small area is safe.

Jiang Sui Yan finally felt relieved.

He raised his hand and lowered his eyes to look at the jade-green Sumeru bracelet on his wrist.

Since he fell into this place, the bracelet of the Nine Springs Bracelet has gradually become hot. Now, the heat of the Nine Springs Bracelet has far exceeded normal.

Jiang Suiyan gently turned the emerald green bracelet on his wrist, pursed his petal-like lips, and looked thoughtful.

His Sumeru bracelet and his brother's Lanqiu Ying bracelet were forged with a twin lotus flower, so the owners can sense each other's general situation.

The moment the Nine Spring Bracelet began to heat up, Jiang Suiyan checked on his brother's condition. Judging from the bracelet's feedback, his brother was fine.

In that case...what message is the heat of the Jiuchun bracelet conveying to him at this moment?

A hint of thought flashed across Jiang Suiyan's star-like black eyes, but unfortunately, there were not enough clues, so he had to give up with regret.

Since his thinking was fruitless, the black-eyed boy once again looked at the thick, unchanging white fog around him and decided to walk forward and see.

"Just like my brother said yesterday, with Taotao and Honghong here, as long as I don't do anything stupid, nothing serious will happen."

Moreover, he has many protective spiritual weapons and sword talismans on him.

The black-haired young man with delicate and beautiful features as if carved from ice and snow muttered softly and walked forward.

The moment the footsteps landed, changes occurred suddenly.

The white mist dissipated a few steps away, revealing an ancient and dilapidated altar.

The altar stands there quietly, with cracks winding on the neatly cut stone walls, which are traces of time's polishing.

Jiang Sui Yan's eyes fell involuntarily on the altar. A strange sense of closeness took root in his heart and in a moment grew into a towering tree, its lush branches and leaves occupying all his thoughts.

Something is wrong.

The thick black eyelashes couldn't help but tremble slightly, and the charming peach blossom eyes lost their wantonness and became cold like frost and snow.

Jiang Sui Yan ordered himself to look away, but the strange attraction emanating from the altar bewitched him, and his desire to get closer became stronger and stronger.

"Buzz—"

Faint, distinct fluctuations emanated from the altar.

Jiang Sui Yan vaguely realized that this was a sign that a new elf race would be born.

...the Eldar.

The black-eyed boy suddenly regained his senses from the bewitching state.

It's an illusion.

Jiang Sui Yan made a calm judgment.

The Jiuchunzhan bracelet on his wrist became increasingly hot, and the Ruyi Yinhuajian was also vibrating inside the Xumi bracelet.

A fantasy closely related to the Eldar?

Jiang Sui Yan watched quietly.

After the strange fluctuations continued for a while, two balls of soft white light slowly emerged and condensed in the center of the altar, and finally turned into two swaddling clothes.

The little babies were sleeping quietly in their cradles, and they had exactly the same faces.

Although his consciousness was trapped and his vision was confined to a small space, Jiang Suiyan could sense that at the bottom of the distant spiritual sea, something was awakening from its slumber and was casting a worried look at him from afar.

——Mirror flowers and water moons, spirit of the instrument.

Thinking back to the five years he and his brother had spent with the weapon spirit while trapped at the bottom of the Spirit Sea, and the information the weapon spirit had revealed, the identities of the two babies became clear.

...It’s my mother and aunt.

Jiang Sui Yan looked at the fragile and quiet baby on the altar with complicated eyes.

The illusion did not give Jiang Sui Yan time to sort out his emotions.

The young man in white, who was attracted by the spiritual power emitted by the birth of the elves, stood beside the altar, looking at the sleeping baby with an expression of neither sadness nor joy, and was extremely indifferent.

Jiang Sui Yan pursed his lips.

His current state was strange. He could neither leave where he was nor ask questions. He could only watch quietly.

Judging from the behavior of the young man in white, the people in the illusion were also unaware of his existence.

The illusion continues.

The young man in white waited by the altar for a while, and a beautiful girl in a white dress hurried over.

"Cousin Xun." The girl said respectfully.

Young man in white: "What did the patriarch say?"

"The chief ordered us to send these two newborn Eldar to the temple. The mute slaves there will take care of them."

The young man in white responded calmly: "Okay."

After he finished speaking, the two babies on the altar were lifted up into the air by an invisible force and floated to the side of the young man in white.

"Let's go to the temple." The young man in white's tone was still calm, as if without any emotion.

After he finished speaking, he flew into the air, leaving the girl alone there.

The girl didn't seem angry, as if she was already familiar with the young man in white's behavior.

She looked at the direction where the young man in white left, the respect on her face disappeared, and she finally couldn't help but reveal a hint of sympathy.

"There's nothing wrong with the temple. The patriarch will need them when he wants to awaken the holy weapon... At least, they are still alive." She murmured to herself, comforting herself.

Having wasted some time, the girl did not stop and flew in the direction where the young man in white had left.

The altar fell completely silent, standing dim and silent in the passage of time. The world's joys and sorrows were full of ups and downs, but it simply watched silently, letting the characters in the play rise to the sky and then fall to the dust.

White mist gathered and slowly engulfed the scenery from many years ago, and the restraints around Jiang Sui Yan also dissipated.

The young man with black eyes and black hair had a cold gaze. He stood there silently for a moment before he raised his foot and continued walking forward.

After just a few steps, the white mist in front dissipated again, and a palace dimly lit by candlelight appeared silently, followed by a familiar feeling of restraint.

Jiang Sui Yan looked over quietly, and after seeing the specific appearance, the corners of his lips became even colder and harder.

Deep in the huge and solemn palace, there are five sacred objects of different styles, two of which are extremely familiar to Jiang Suiyan.

The plump, green trees were shrouded in a shimmering green light, emitting a vibrant vitality. The ornate longsword shone with brilliance, its edge gleaming like snow, sharp and cold.

But Jiang Suiyan's gaze finally fell on the black jade bead on the right side of the Longevity Wood.

A familiar look, a strange sense of closeness.

Jiang Sui Yan searched his memory and recalled that he had actually seen black jade beads once several years ago.

It was also on the night when he encountered the black jade bead that he, his brother, and Shao Jishuang all appeared in the dark space that he once regarded as a dream.

At that time, the black jade bead was in the hands of Wu Chen, the fifth son of the Tianji clan.

The Tianji Clan...

Jiang Sui Yan temporarily suppressed his various guesses and read on more attentively and patiently.

He had a certain feeling that this illusion would give him the answers he wanted to know.

Soon, the candlelight flickered, and a sturdy mute servant walked out of the back hall with two identical little girls, delicate and beautiful as jade.

The mute servant stopped in front of the sacred vessel that was placed high up and gestured with his hands.

Then, the two girls sat cross-legged on the cushions on the ground, their eyes closed, and a faint spiritual light emanated from their bodies.

The mute servant watched for a while before leaving silently.

Jiang Sui Yan couldn't speak or move.

The two girls had their backs to him, so he quietly traced their backs with his eyes, with a barely perceptible sense of confusion in his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the mute servant came in again, woke up the two girls, and took them back to the back hall.

The scenery in front of Jiang Suiyan changed accordingly.

The dim and solemn palace turned into an empty and deserted back hall. Two little girls, covered with quilts, snuggled up to each other on the bed and talked in low voices.

Perhaps it was because they had lived with mute servants for so many years that their tone of voice was a little strange.

The girl said with a cold expression: "In a few days, the man in white will come again. They want to use us to control the holy weapon, but we have made no progress in these years, and they can't wait any longer."

The other girl's eyes sparkled as she said disdainfully, "Even if they can't wait, they won't dare attack us. There are only two of us sisters left in the Spirit Tribe. If we die, they'll be completely helpless."

"Besides, we didn't lie to them. We truly can't control the artifacts. Protecting the Five Sacred Artifacts is the mission of the Eldar. From our inherited memories, we've always reverently enshrined the Five Sacred Artifacts within our clan. How could we be so treasonous as to tame the Five Sacred Artifacts and use them as sacrifices?"

The cold girl was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Jingjia, I want to take the holy artifact and leave here."

"Those people still don't know that we are the last orphans of the Eldar. Heaven has mercy on us and has granted us inherited memories. They just think we are ignorant children who believe their lies and think we are members of the Tianji tribe. That's why they don't keep a close eye on us."

"Once they discover that we already knew about the deep-seated blood feud between the Eldar and the Tianji, we will definitely be strictly guarded. We might even have our memories distorted by mystical techniques and become their slaves."

The lively girl's expression darkened slightly. "Sister, I know. But we are still too young, and our cultivation is low... The Tianji Clan is still keeping an eye on us, wanting us to study how to control the sacred weapon..."

"No rush," the cold girl said, "We still have time. Perhaps because of the spiritual energy that nurtured me, the Longevity Tree and the Taiyuan Sword have recently responded to me. I can use their power when the time comes."

The smart girl smiled and said, "Leave the Flame Lantern to me."

The two sisters looked at each other and smiled, their smiles full of anticipation for the future.

Jiang Suiyan felt a lump in his throat.

If you want to borrow the power of the holy weapon, you always have to pay something.

It was completely unfamiliar knowledge that I had never learned before, but at this moment, it appeared vividly in my mind.

Jiang Sui Yan no longer had the time to pay attention to these things. Ever since he fell into this illusion, he had become accustomed to these sudden messages.

——Didn’t he just tell at a glance that there were five holy vessels enshrined in the depths of the palace?

The Tianji Clan was also strange. They were planning to use the sacred artifact as a sacrifice, yet they still worshipped it respectfully...

Jiang Sui Yan wanted to take a few more looks at his mother and aunt from their childhood, but the white fog was unkind and gathered coldly, swallowing up all the scenes.

Step forward and the white mist dissipates.

The scene ended and the white mist gathered.

Jiang Suiyan walked forward step by step, and the same cycle seemed to never end.

He watched the growth of his mother and aunt intermittently over the course of several decades.

They gradually grew from adorable children into graceful young ladies, their strange tones gradually disappeared, and their ambitions grew wildly beneath their submissive appearance.

They planned carefully and successfully used the power of the holy artifacts to escape from the Tianji tribe with the three holy artifacts.

The Tianji Clan was furious, and the endless stream of pursuers tried every possible means to take back the holy weapon.

A Niang and her aunt were not in a good situation, and were seriously injured because of forcibly driving the holy weapon.

They separated at the edge of Beiming Continent, one hid in Jiuli Continent, and the other ran towards the Dusk Mountains.

The Jiuchun bracelet on my wrist suddenly felt cold.

When the white mist dissipated again, only A Niang was left in the scene.

Jiang Mingyan pinched the Jiuchun bracelet thoughtfully and looked at the changing scenery silently.

My mother met my young father in the Dusk Mountains.

At that time, A'niang was still seriously injured and looked in a mess.

My father wasn't much better off. His clothes were worn out and he didn't even have a decent magic sword.

Dad rescued Mom from the monster's mouth and ran with her all the way.

The two of them finally got rid of the monster, and then A Niang fainted.

Jiang Sui Yan couldn't help but frown as he looked at his young and naive father who sighed that "lust is a sword hanging over one's head" but carefully helped his mother up.

The scene faded.

The next scene is that the father and mother are already together. Before preparing for the wedding, the mother tells the father about her life story.

"My realm has already fallen due to forcibly driving the sacred weapon. The Tianji Clan's constant pursuit has forced me to use secret techniques to cover my tracks. Perhaps I will never be able to achieve the great Dao in this lifetime." A Niang said calmly: "If you stay with me, you will have to face the Tianji Clan who are hiding in the shadows and may appear again at any time."

"The life span of a foundation-building cultivator is five hundred years, and the life span of a golden elixir cultivator is a thousand years." Dad's eyes were gentle: "That's enough."

"Zhao Ming, I am just an ordinary person. The path to immortality is too far away from me. All I want in my life is a warm home."

"Since we are husband and wife, we should share life and death, happiness and misfortune. If the Tianji Clan comes looking for you, I will protect you until the last moment."

The next scene shows the father holding the hand of the pregnant mother and making a deal with the head of the Jiang family.

Jiang Suiyan's eyes became more focused.

Father and Jiang Zhenyu agreed that he and mother would protect the Jiang family for ten years. After ten years, they would take the children and leave, and the Jiang family would not maliciously stop them or send people to hunt them down.

The scene shifted to an elegant room where A-niang gently stroked her belly. "If it weren't for the Taiyuan Sword's unusual movements that day, transforming into spiritual light and sinking into my belly, leaving only a black, empty shell, and me being unable to use my spiritual power...why would we have compromised with the Jiang family?"

Dad hugged Mom and comforted her gently, "Since the Taiyuan Sword has chosen us, it must be fate. From now on, we will have a lively and lovely child in our family, with the blood of you and me... I still miss Zhaoming when he was little."

Jiang Sui Yan fell into deep thought.

The magnificent sword in my brother's spine, the green velvet tree in his dantian...

I see.

The sacred object becomes the soul, and the flesh and bones become the body.

It turns out that he and his brother were transformed from holy vessels.

What about Shao Jishuang?

Shao Jishuang could enter that dark space just like them.

Jiang Suiyan already had the answer in his mind.

The picture disappeared and he continued walking.

The ancient trees are towering into the sky, with twisted and strong branches. The scattered sunlight shines like golden streams through the intertwined green branches and leaves.

The bright red blood stained the ancient tree, and under the sunlight, it exuded an indescribable beauty.

Yun Zhaoming leaned against a tree, with Jiang Qizhuo, covered in blood and already dead, lying on his legs.

Jiang Sui Yan looked at him stiffly, tears gathering in his eyes and his vision gradually becoming blurred.

A rustling sound was heard, and Jiang Sui Yan wiped away her tears. Even though she knew the ending, she still insisted on watching.

Yun Zhaoming did not look up to see the Jiang family members chasing after him.

She gently stroked her lover's pale, cold cheek and whispered softly, "I'll be there with you soon..."

The Jiang family members were still swearing and cursing at them. Yun Zhaoming raised his eyes and glanced at them indifferently with a cold gaze, as if these human beings with hideous faces in front of him were just dust that was not worth mentioning.

The Jiang family members unconsciously quieted down under Yun Zhaoming's gaze.

Yun Zhaoming spoke softly, cursing word by word.

Amidst the sudden changes in the Jiang family's expressions, Yun Zhaoming and Jiang Qizhuo turned into smoke. Apart from the remaining blood, nothing was left of them.

Tears fell silently.

Jiang Sui Yan clearly saw that at the last moment, Yun Zhaoming looked towards Wu'an City with nostalgia.

After standing there for a long time, and the scene faded away for a long time, Jiang Suiyan called out softly, "Mother..."

It turned out that he had lost his father and mother a long time ago.

Jiang Sui Yan stood in the endless white fog, eager to see his brother's figure.

The young man with tears in his eyes thought, he wanted to hug his brother.

Hug the boy who once suppressed his grief and quickly became strong for himself.