Mo Su noticed Yun Che's distraction, but didn't care. He just thought that Yun Che was recalling the past and immersed in deep thoughts.
“Everything here is the result of the beautiful dreams that Xiaodie and I had in the past. The colorful cloud branch, that was her most beloved flower, so I let this gorgeous flower bloom on every inch of land here.” Mo Su spoke slowly, his voice low and gentle, his eyes full of reminiscence, as if Yun Che was not beside him, and he was the only one immersed in the past.
He longed to have someone to confide in, words that had been pent up in his heart for so long. As soon as he finished speaking, he asked, "Do you know why I named this place 'Paradise Lost'?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, before Yun Che could respond, Mo Su fell into his own thoughts again and began to explain to himself.
"Because of the absence of the owl butterfly, this so-called 'paradise' seems to have lost its soul, leaving me alone. In this way, it can only be called a 'lost paradise'..." A deep sadness and loneliness like ink instantly appeared on Mo Su's face. The loneliness and melancholy that had been gnawing at his bones for millions of years seemed to turn into substance and linger around him. Only he himself could deeply understand this feeling.
"Everyone's life is like a unique painting. Those experiences, whether joyful or sad, are unique life experiences bestowed upon us by God. Although I can understand some of your sorrow and pain, I can never truly empathize with you, just as you find it difficult to understand my helplessness and determination." Yun Che regained his composure and expressed his unspeakable sorrow and helpless choice. "The mission I shoulder prevents me from watching helplessly as the God Realm and the Abyss head towards destruction."
After saying this, he stopped dwelling on this heavy topic and slowly turned his gaze to Mo Su, saying what he was concerned about: "The blue crescent bubble I saw when I came in was the absolute stillness field you mentioned - the 'Cradle', right?"
Before stepping into the Lost Paradise, the crescent-shaped blue bubble left such a deep impression on him that Yun Che would remember it for the rest of his life.
It was a strange existence in the world that violated the laws of nature. Although it was just a quick glance, it was like a brand, sealing the memory of that moment forever.
"You are very smart, and it is worth it for me to let you experience the magic of the 'Corridor of Time' in person. Every step of the stairs you walked on contains subtle changes in the laws of time. Apart from me, you are the only person in the world who has set foot on the 'Corridor of Time'. This is my sincerity. If you can cure the owl butterfly, I am willing to share with you the mysteries of the laws of time and space." There was an irresistible temptation in Mo Su's words.
From ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to comprehend the laws of time and space, but Mu Su seems to have gained considerable experience in this regard and has gone very far on this road of exploration.
This was the "reward" thrown by Mo Su. Although it brought endless pressure to Yun Che, Mo Su still did not forget to bestow a gift on Yun Che in this way.
This is the way of control, the art of ruling people that belongs to Emperor Yuan.
Yun Che didn't show much interest in this on the surface, but in his heart he had raised the level of danger to Mo Su to another level.
Being able to touch the edges of the laws of time and space, such great power is like a miracle bestowed by heaven, beyond earthly imagination.
“I will do my best, but this also requires your assistance. I think you can start helping me improve my strength so that I can be more confident in curing Pan Xiaodie.” Despite the ups and downs in his heart, Yun Che’s words remained calm.
"You're the second person in the world, besides me, who has clearly seen the Cradle. I'm doing this so that you can adapt to the changing laws of time within the Cradle, so that you can better treat the Owl Butterfly." Mo Su's seriousness was evident in his words. "From the moment you stepped into the Corridor of Time, I've been working on improving your abilities."
"Have you ever felt the power of the wilderness permeating every corner of 'Lost Paradise'? From the moment you set foot here, your body has been constantly nourished by the power of the wilderness."
Mo Su waved his hand, and an extremely rich power of the Great Desolation quietly fell on Yun Che.
"This is the twelfth level of the Great Wilderness Power, capable of instantly growing flesh and bone. You've cultivated the Great Dao Buddha Art to the ninth level at such a young age, a truly rare achievement. But have you noticed that no matter how hard you try, the Great Dao Buddha Art won't improve even a little bit, as if an invisible wall stands in front of you, preventing you from moving forward?"
In the past, Yun Che would have been extremely interested in the question posed by Mo Su. However, now, having already met the Great Desolate Priest and received a "Buddha Pagoda" seal, he already knew the answer to the question clearly. Therefore, it was difficult for him to maintain the slightest interest in what Mo Su said.
However, Yun Che thought for a moment and deliberately frowned, feigning an appearance of extreme eagerness for the answer to the question, and his performance was very lifelike. After all, if he could be given another "Buddha" mark as a gift, that would be a great thing.
Yun Che's thoughts turned, and he asked at the right time: "Could it be that the improvement of the Great Dao Buddha Art requires other conditions?"
"That's right. The Great Buddha Sutra was created by me personally. The power of the wilderness in it all comes from the divine body of the wilderness. If you want to cultivate to the supreme twelfth realm, you must rely on the power of the divine body of the wilderness to achieve it. And in this world, only I can do it." Mo Su stood with his head held high, and an air of confidence and pride naturally emanated from his body.
“Your Great Dao Fu Tu Jue has been able to improve so much, probably because you absorbed the power contained in Dian Jiuzhi’s Great Desolate Divine Vein. This power is ultimately one level lower than the Great Desolate Divine Body. The fact that it can help you break through to the ninth level is already the limit of what it can achieve. Even if there is still some residual power of the Great Desolate, it will be wasted.” Mo Su explained to Yun Che patiently with a calm expression.
At this moment, the "Buddha Tower" in Yun Che's body, given by the Great Desolate Priest, was emitting a faint blue light, as if silently confirming the discussion about the secrets of the Great Dao Buddha Sutra.
Mo Su slowly spread out his palms, and a "Buddha Tower" mark shining with emerald green light suddenly appeared. The power of the wilderness contained in it was slightly stronger than the mark given by the Great Wilderness Priest.
"This 'Stupa' mark was created by me after spending twelve years collecting the power of the Great Wilderness Divine Body. It is the 'key' to unlocking the last three realms of the Great Stupa Sutra." Since the twelve-year agreement was made that year, Mo Su had foreseen the situation today.
This was not only a high degree of trust in Yun Che himself, but also because the emergence of the Eternal Pivot quietly pried open another future he envisioned.
“Yun Che, you must cherish this. This is a one-of-a-kind reward. Even the people closest to me don’t have the chance to enjoy such a gift.”
Upon hearing this, Yun Che reached out and slowly took it. The "Buddha Tower" mark, which emitted a emerald green light, landed steadily in his palm. The vitality contained in it made Yun Che feel refreshed, as if he were in a dense forest, feeling relaxed and happy.
After Yun Che absorbed the "Buddha" mark, a sudden change occurred. His body seemed to have transformed into a vortex, sucking in the surrounding Great Desolate Power like a whale, rapidly filling the gaps in his Great Desolate Power.
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