Chapter 56 The Fall of the Primordial Era
[The amount of "gossip points" the host will need to pay to enjoy gossip in the future will double. I wonder if the host thinks this is a achievable requirement.]
The system's mechanical voice regained its usual calm tone.
"Your request isn't difficult, I agree. How many times do you want it?" Lou Yuqing stared at the system panel, waiting for its answer.
She knew beforehand that the system valued "gossip points," since it had said that these were the energy that supported its operation. Sure enough, the system began to "exploit" her whenever it had the chance, taking the opportunity to earn gossip points.
As far as Lou Yuqing was concerned, she didn't lose anything. The system certainly gained more "gossip points," but she also got to enjoy the gossip, only she paid more "gossip points."
【double】
"Okay, you can start." Lou Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief. This multiplier was within her acceptable range. Fortunately, the system didn't ask for an exorbitant amount like ten times.
Otherwise, a thousand points of gossip could turn into ten thousand points of gossip. She would work hard for months and not know how many gossips she could eat. What's the difference between that and working for free?
【OK】
The system panel automatically jumped to the interface that recorded the ancient white turtle. As a white light appeared, the lines of text on it gradually faded and finally blended into the white light.
"call out."
Lou Yuqing first heard a sound, and then saw the ball of white light fly out of the panel, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air, and landing precisely at the center of the ancient white turtle's brow.
The ancient white turtle instinctively rejected this unknown power. It circulated its spiritual energy, focusing it in its sea of consciousness, attempting to expel it. Then, it paused, slightly startled. This was…
The scent of time?
It emanated from that little girl.
Taigu Baiyuan looked at Lou Yuqing, and the worry in the girl's eyes seemed to be overflowing. He was stunned. This little girl was actually concerned about him.
He could sense that she wanted to help him.
The ancient white turtle felt a warmth in its heart, closed its eyes, and let the white light enter its sea of consciousness. In an instant, the white light scattered like sand, and specks of light filled this world.
Then, a strange scene unfolded.
When the Primordial White Turtle's divine sense touched the faint light, a scroll slowly unfolded before him, flowing and flickering.
There are two people in the picture.
One is him, and the other is the Spirit Pearl.
When the ancient white turtle saw her, it was as if it were from another world: Yes, she is the Spirit Pearl.
"Old White Turtle, where's the sweet fruit I wanted?" In her memory, Lingzhu was still very young, stretching out her furry hand to ask him for fruit, as she loved sweet things the most.
Upon hearing that he had forgotten to bring fruit, Lingzhu's expression immediately changed. She pouted and complained, "Old White Turtle, you have such a bad memory! I won't let you bring anything next time, hmph."
After saying that, she skipped away.
The ancient white turtle watched this scene with a smile that never faded.
With a thought, he touched other glimmers of light, and past scenes resurfaced, awakening his long-forgotten memories. As time passed, the puzzle of memories began to come together.
"Old White Turtle, how are you feeling?"
"Much better."
"Then I'm relieved. Let me show you my child."
"She's more well-behaved than you were when you were little."
"Hmph, you'll know how wrong you are once you've led it. But you're too old, so you only need to lead it for two days. After that, leave it to Shi Hua and the others."
--"good."
"Old White Turtle, I'm leaving now. I'll come to see you again later."
"Okay, Little Spirit Pearl."
The ancient white turtle smiled helplessly.
Little Lingzhu was very naughty back then, always making a fuss, and was full of childishness. I never thought that she would be a mother now.
When he sees Lingzhu, he wants to tell her: Now that you're grown up, you should be more mature and set a good example for your children so they don't go astray.
The faint light flowed quietly in the long river, as dazzling as the starry sky.
After an unknown amount of time, the ancient white turtle's memories returned in their entirety.
The voice of an old friend still faintly echoes in my ears.
"Old White Turtle, see you in five hundred years at the Land of Desolation!"
It's time to keep our promise.
The ancient white turtle thought.
Meanwhile, half a month has passed in the outside world.
Two weary cultivators arrived at the gate of the Wendao Sect. The female cultivator held a communication jade slip, her face showing anxiety, and her braided hair hanging loosely down her back.
The male cultivator was burly and strong, with a menacing appearance, yet he was carefully keeping the female cultivator company and whispering something to her.
The disciples guarding the mountain exchanged glances, not recognizing their identities. The leader stepped forward to stop them, saying, "Seniors, please wait. Anyone who enters our Wendao Sect must present relevant proof."
The two cultivators in front of him exuded powerful auras, clearly high-level cultivators standing atop the pyramid. Perhaps his actions would displease them, but no matter what, he couldn't just let them in.
Zao Mo had no intention of taking action, since the little monkey was still safe. He looked at his Daoist partner and asked, "Lingzhu, do you have any proof?"
Lingzhu Zhenren is talking to the little monkey. Since they reached the range where the communication jade slips could be used to exchange messages, she has been in contact with Shi Hua and then spoke to the little monkey through Shi Hua.
Hearing the little monkey's squeaking, Lingzhu Zhenren's emotions calmed down a bit, but the thought that the old white turtle didn't remember her made her anxious again.
"Proof? I am the proof!" Lingzhu Zhenren said impatiently. "You are my man, what proof do you need? Just come in with me."
As soon as she finished speaking, she transformed into a golden streak of light without hesitation and flew towards the sect, with the same-colored escape light that Zao Mo had transformed into following closely behind.
"How dare you trespass on our Wendao Sect..." The questioning voice of the mountain-guarding disciple suddenly stopped after seeing that the other party had passed through the sect's protective formation unharmed.
These two seniors turned out to be our own people.
The disciples guarding the mountain exchanged glances. After a moment, they dusted off their robes and returned to their original positions as if nothing had happened, continuing to guard the mountain gate.
Meanwhile, at the sect's Qishan.
The little monkey, clutching the communication jade slip, squeaked as it drank the honey milk given to it by Shi Hua.
"You want to drink more? No, you can only drink this much each day. Drinking more is bad for your health." Shi Hua looked all smiles, but her words were anything but cold.
The little monkey visibly showed a disappointed expression.
Ruan Qingzhu watched this scene, covered her mouth and smiled silently. She was no longer as nervous as before. Elder Shi Hua's sudden arrival had startled her.
Just then, two golden streaks of light flew in from the horizon, closely following each other, like two long ribbons of light, graceful and melodious.
Ruan Qingzhu blinked, and in an instant, two figures appeared in front of her.
"Little rascal!"
Lingzhu Zhenren picked up the little monkey and excitedly spun it around. His longing surged like a tide, his eyes reddened slightly, and he almost burst into tears on the spot.
She thought that by leaving her child away for years without any contact or concern, she meant she didn't miss him. But now she realizes she was wrong.
She wanted it so badly, so very badly!
Zaomo opened his broad arms and embraced his wife and child. The emptiness in his heart was finally filled. He promised them, "Little monkey, your father is here. From now on, the three of us will never be separated."
“Your father is right. We won’t throw you out. No matter how naughty or unruly you are, as long as you can live well, that’s better than anything else.” Master Lingzhu held the child tightly, afraid that he would slip away from her arms.
The little monkey tilted its head and looked at them, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Lingzhu Zhenren's braid, pulled hard, and grinned mischievously at her pained expression.
Shi Hua: "..."
Ruan Qingzhu: "..."
You'll get beaten up if you do that.
Lingzhu Zhenren grabbed the little monkey's mischievous hand, gritted her teeth, and barely maintained a kind mother's expression as she gently taught, "This is wrong, and you must not do it again."
The little monkey looked like it understood but not quite, and tentatively squeaked twice, "Squeak?"
Zamo smiled like a loving father and said in a coaxing tone, "Yes, you can't pull your mother's hair, it will hurt her."
pain?
The little monkey's eyes lit up, and with a swift movement, it broke free from their embrace, ran to Zao Mo's shoulder, and then, with lightning speed, grabbed his hair and pulled hard, causing several innocent strands of hair to detach from his scalp.
Zao Mo: "..."
Lingzhu: "..."
The little monkey held up its hair to show them, its smile incredibly smug: "Hehe~"
"Fine, fine, you're really something else! You'll get out of control if you're not disciplined for three days! I'll show you what true maternal love is!" Lingzhu instantly switched to a furious state.
Zao Mo echoed with a forced smile, "Yes, it's inconvenient to hit children when they're older. We should beat them more when they're young so they can grow up to be successful."
The little monkey thought to itself: Oh no!
Just as the mixed doubles match was about to begin, the little monkey darted away like an arrow, covering ten feet, turned back to make a face at them, and then plunged into the forest.
The couple's anger flared: "You dare to run away!"
Soon after, the birds in the woods were startled and a mournful cry rang out.
Ruan Qingzhu, who witnessed the entire process: "..."
Xiao Ling, will you die if you don't act naughty?
Shi Hua smiled helplessly; there was nothing she could do about it.
On the other side.
Lingzhu Zhenren placed the little monkey on his lap and raised his hand to slap its bottom hard.
Suddenly, she heard a faint call.
"Little Spirit Pearl".
Old white turtle?
Lingzhu Zhenren looked up reflexively and saw an old man in white standing not far from her, his eyes, as bright as stars, filled with tolerance and gentleness as always.
"Little Spirit Pearl, I'm leaving."
Lingzhu Zhenren stood up, holding the child, and stared at him blankly for a long time before finally speaking with difficulty: "Old White Turtle, what do you mean?"
The ancient white turtle smiled reassuringly and said, "My life is coming to an end, you don't need to be sad."
He looked at the little monkey and said, "This child is your heir. You must raise it well and never be careless again, understand?"
It's a good thing that there's a tradition of inheritance.
Since the Primordial Era, he has seen countless people pass away—his Daoist partners, family, friends… all of them have gone before him, leaving him to eke out a living.
This pain was deeply rooted in his heart, tormenting him every day he lived. The creatures of the old era were destined to die, so what was the point of him struggling like this?
For the sake of the White Turtle clan's survival, he wanted to find a turning point, but unfortunately, that turning point has not yet appeared.
But if given another chance, he would still make the same choice.
The ancient white turtle smiled with relief.
When Master Lingzhu saw his smile, tears immediately streamed down his face. He knelt down, kowtowed respectfully, and said in a choked voice, "This junior will follow your teachings."
A gentle breeze blew by, rustling through the leaves in the forest.
Lingzhu Zhenren raised her head, but the figure of the white-robed old man had disappeared. She stood there, stunned, for a long time without moving, as images from her childhood kept replaying in her mind.
Farewell, Senior White Turtle.
Southwest of the continent, a land devoid of spirits.
The tranquil space suddenly rippled, and a white figure stepped out. His gaze swept around and landed on a certain spot. The next moment, he appeared in that place.
"Old man, I'm here." The ancient white turtle laughed heartily.
The Thunder Python Demon was coiled up, feigning sleep, when it suddenly heard his voice and immediately woke up, its vertical pupils flashing with a fierce light: "I thought you were going to desert in the face of battle."
The ancient white turtle snorted, "If I were to withdraw now, wouldn't that be admitting that your attack is stronger than my defense? I'm not going to do that at a loss. Tell me, when do we start?"
The Thunder Python Demon slowly straightened its upper body, its purple scales tightly sealed together, as if it were wearing a natural armor. It flicked its tongue and assumed an attack posture: "Hiss, why pick a time? Come now!"
"That's what I think too."
After speaking, a dazzling light burst forth from the body of the Primordial White Turtle. When the light dissipated, its true form was revealed. Its white shell was exceptionally beautiful, gleaming with a faint, cold light.
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a strong fighting spirit in each other's eyes.
"boom!"
The white and purple lights clashed, and a tremendous crash resounded through the desolate space. There were no fancy spells involved; it was simply a collision of flesh and blood.
The air currents rolled, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.
The ancient battles of offense and defense are being reenacted at this moment.
Thousands of miles away from the Land of Annihilation, there is a city with tens of thousands of people. It is neither too big nor too small, and the daily flow of people is usually average.
Most of the cultivators who come here are there to hunt demonic beasts in groups. Ordinary low-level demonic beasts are fine, but if they can hunt a rare sandstorm beast, then the team will be rich.
However, the monsters here are more ferocious than those in other places. A slight mistake can cost you your life. Except for highly skilled and daring cultivators and those who are particularly short of money, everyone else is afraid to approach them.
Recently, for some unknown reason, many cultivators have been arriving in the city one after another. Now, their numbers are quite considerable, and almost all the residences in the city have been rented out.
These monks came specifically to search for treasure.
It is said that a secret treasure will appear near the Land of Annihilation. Although it is unknown whether it is true or not, the news has spread very widely, and everyone has followed the trend.
Everyone was hoping for the best, thinking that they might just be lucky enough to seize the opportunity.
Inside the restaurant, two monks were drinking and chatting.
The tall cultivator took a sip and said dejectedly, "Brother Chen, we've been waiting for two months, and this so-called treasure is still nowhere to be found. Have we been tricked?"
The short cultivator sighed and said, "I'm not sure either, but we've already waited this long, what's wrong with waiting a little longer? It might be soon."
As they talked, the two changed the subject and began to talk about their heroic deeds in killing enemies. They were probably drunk, and they started to boast. The tall cultivator said that he had killed a great demon, and the short cultivator said that he had killed a high-level cultivator.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a deafening roar resounded, and the city began to shake, showing signs of imminent collapse, as if it would be reduced to ruins at any moment.
"What's going on?"
The two cultivators instantly sobered up. When they flew outside, they saw a dense crowd of people scrambling to fly into the sky, afraid of being buried by the ruins.
"Look there!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed in shock.
The two cultivators looked in that direction, their pupils shrinking as they saw two dazzling beams of light rising from the distant horizon, one snow-white and the other a purple-lightning color.
"That place is a place devoid of spirits!"
"The treasure must be there!"
All the cultivators were overjoyed and rushed out of the city like madmen. The multicolored escape lights intertwined and collided in an instant. The lucky ones flew ahead, while the unlucky ones were knocked to the ground, their fates unknown.
They don't know.
Those were the fall of two beings from the ancient era.
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Author's note: This system is great, really! [Applause]
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