A heartbeat still throbs even after a hundred thousand years.
Dragon spores love to soar in the sky, sometimes nestled in the distant west, forming a moon at night and a radiance during the day.
I found that it was even slower to speak than Xie Jinhui, who was previously mentally impaired. It had only uttered one word since it transformed into a dragon.
good.
During his time with me, Xie Jinhui and I lived carefree lives.
Although the insects that burrowed holes in our hearts have transformed into dragons and flown away, we should feel empty inside.
But no, because the dragon spore had already used its breath to make new mushroom flesh grow at the entrance of the hole, which gradually healed.
I'm also wondering why the dragon born in this illusion has such powerful healing abilities.
Xie Jinhui and I are not only very close, but we are even more in sync than insects when they are bound together.
If we continue to grow up in this way, with each of us intertwined, our hearts might even take turns beating like the sun and moon, alternating between day and night.
Our hearts were so close that we almost shared the same drive as a single mushroom, our actions becoming remarkably synchronized.
For example, when we see the big, soft tree that marks the time fall down again, we nod together without exchanging words.
The "dragon hat" on its head protects it from the cold, rain, and scorching sun, while the dragon barrier on its side shields it from the gale and the waves of grass.
He even burrowed into the underground dragon spores, successfully extinguishing the restlessness before the birth of a volcano.
However, the heat from underground climbed up along the soles of my mushroom-shaped feet.
It brought me one heart-fluttering moment after another, but that wasn't enough. It even carried Xie Jinhui's heart-pounding heat, gradually creeping onto my mushroom head.
After the soft tree fell for the ninth time, I knew that the trials of the 100,000-year illusion were finally over.
I knew even more clearly that I would soon see Xie Jinhui's face again, see him smile, frown, and look at me with those captivating eyes...
The tender white mushrooms beside me may taste delicious, but they don't look good, which also means I'm not good-looking either.
I'm starting to understand why there's a saying in the mortal world: "Two mushrooms that have stood together for 100,000 years can look at each other and immediately find themselves disgusted.
Because I'm afraid that after he stands with me for a while, time will wear down his edges, and from then on, his temperament will become lukewarm, and naturally, he will treat me indifferently.
The reason I had this idea was because I realized it too late.
Xie Jinhui used to be too warm, too tolerant, and too patient with me.
I understand this passion; it's mostly like the extinguished magma underground, unwilling to rest in peace, reincarnated into my heart, and ignited me.
I want to treat Xie Jinhui with the same enthusiasm he showed me.
The mushrooms intertwined, like the kind of deep-rooted affection I wanted to break, but I realized that it was just an external constraint.
The inner meaning is...
I finally realized it, and I'm glad I didn't say it back then.
I no longer want to try dating him.
What "deeply rooted love" and what "mushroom-shaped body" are, in fact, all obstacles to my yearning for him and my journey towards him.
Mushroom Head leaned against his mushroom-shaped shoulder, listening to the flames burning in each other's hearts.
And so, we remained silent for ten thousand years.
When the soft tree collapsed again, I, driven mad by rumors, had forgotten its meaning.
What captivated me even more than the mushroom palace entwined with mycelium was the unspeakable longing that weighed heavily on my heart.
Therefore, even if the Mushroom Illusion suddenly dissipates, and the Mushroom Lord leans in to examine us in celebration.
I just assumed I was hallucinating.
"Oh, finally, other mushrooms are growing around Xie Jinhui and me."
The two mushrooms squatting in the Mushroom Palace—no, they were two squatting deities.
Two pairs of bewildered yet affectionate eyes gazed at each other, their arms intertwined, yet maintaining a distance that was almost an embrace.
This is how other mushrooms described it afterward; as for my feelings at the time…
First of all, I am still a mushroom. Even if I see Xie Jinhui's face, touch his arm, and feel his breath, I still stubbornly believe that I am thinking of him in my mushroom's dream.
Xie Jinhui's initial feelings were probably similar to mine.
Otherwise, why would we, under the watchful eyes of a multitude of mushroom ministers, completely disregard our divine status and just squat, squatting desperately, for the sake of mushroom dignity for so long...
The wind in the illusion drove me mad, and the drafty currents in the Mushroom Palace made the peach-bell hairpin on my head ring.
Xie Jinhui and I were awakened at the same time by the sound of peach bells and recognized each other. It felt like a lifetime had passed.
For the first time since I was born, I have seen the tender and affectionate gaze that speaks of water dripping on stone.
Xie Jinhui treats me the same as before, but I can never go back to the way I always wanted to sever all ties with him.
Just when we might break something in a completely different, more groundbreaking way, getting closer and closer to it.
Lord Mushroom interrupted us first, saying that some scenes shouldn't teach mushrooms bad habits.
Xie Jinhui and I helped each other to our feet, dispelling the lingering confusion of the Gu Ming illusion and the impulsive impulses before our infatuation.
It's no longer a mushroom, and this has caused me immense sorrow and pain.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at Spore's father.
"Xie Jinhui, what should we do with our dragon spores?"
I know full well that a flying dragon born in an illusion will also find its destiny in an illusion.
Xie Jinhui probably wanted to hug me, but he chose a gesture that was more acceptable to me.
He touched his chest, then pointed at mine, and finally gently stroked my forehead with his fingertips.
"He remains not only in the illusion, but also in our hearts and minds."
Despite her deep reluctance, the goddess knew that dreams and illusions were fleeting and unattainable.
This time, the original aspiration and wish of Mushroom Squat for 100,000 years has been fulfilled.
Lord Mushroom kept his promise, and the Mushroom Ministers nodded in approval.
In this way, they obtained the body of their senior sister who had descended to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation.
However, the process of gathering the mushroom spirits of more than 3,700 Mushroom Spirits of the Mushroom Clan was truly terrifying.
Each hollowed-out mushroom-shaped opening in the Mushroom Palace corresponds to the great inheritance power of a mushroom family.
The lord summoned mushrooms from the hollowed-out openings, from which each family voluntarily lent their elemental spirits.
One after another, the earthy yellow, luminous elemental spheres flew toward Lord Mushroom's palm, chanting slogans, and merged together.
What they were shouting was their family statement.
"I specialize in noses."
"I specialize in eyes."
"I specialize in double eyelid surgery."
"I specialize in having a petite figure."
"I specialize in skin as smooth as porcelain."
"I specialize in a voice as clear as a lark's."
"I specialize in being intelligent and kind-hearted."
...
The Mushroom Clan is renowned for its unique insights into the dissection of mortal bodies.
But the more I listened, the more terrified I became, as if the eyes, nose, and mouth on my body were all designed and transformed from mushrooms, and that if they ever wanted to turn back into mushrooms, they would all disappear from my body at once.
Startled by these bizarre scenes, I moved closer to Xie Jinhui, muttering to myself about my chaotic thoughts.
"What will I do if my nose, eyes, and ears all disappear!"
Xie Jinhui quietly put his arm around my waist and whispered something in my ear.
“You have me.”
I trust Xie Jinhui, but he doesn't realize something even more terrifying: he's someone I created. If I disperse, he can only become a spore to accompany me as I fly away...
"I specialize in being love-struck." A voice flashed by.
As soon as this introduction was given, Lord Mushroom's gaze locked onto me, and he asked for my opinion.
I touched my chin and, after a moment's thought, I realized the secret pleasure the three old men were scrambling to tie each other up.
"Senior sister, there's more to life than just ascending to immortality. It's your pursuit of experience. I think Lord Sheng is quite good. I, Yuanhe, must lend you a hand. Hehe."
However, I hesitated for a moment, but when I saw Xie Jinhui smile, I immediately made the decision.
"That's a good option."
Lord Guming covered his mouth and trembled with laughter.
Immediately afterwards, she couldn't laugh anymore.
A tiny mushroom spirit, squeezing through the crack in the door, flew over to announce its arrival.
"I specialize in misshapen and deformed fruits."
Lord Guming paused, then gave an awkward grin.
“Every race has its evil cultivators. Don’t underestimate them; sometimes they can be extremely effective.”
But this time, no need…
I chuckled and said, "If I were ugly and deformed, would Xie Jinhui still be hanging around me?"
The piercing gaze went straight to Xie Jinhui's heart. He understood and lowered his head, where he could hear my thoughts.
"Yuan'e, whatever you transform into, I'll play along to the end."
I suspect that the person who was obsessed with romance just now might have entered Xie Jinhui's mind.
After hearing his answer, I felt relieved. Ten thousand years hadn't worn down his enthusiasm, but it had worn down his intelligence in front of me.
If I asked him to go to the Fourteenth String of the Immortal Realm right now and blow up nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine holes, would he go?
I wonder if Xie Jinhui read my "malicious intentions" towards the immortal realm from my expression.
He raised an eyebrow and advised, "Yuan'e, you are the Empress."
Okay, he's still got it. He still knows to ask me to protect the people of the immortal realm.
I received the orb of light composed of more than 3,700 primordial spirits with both hands, and was immediately terrified, feeling as if they were my arms, hair, and toes...
It's very heavy.
Thinking that these 3,700-plus lives were the bodies of my senior sister who had endured tribulations.
Instead of being afraid, I carefully used my magical power to envelop and protect the sphere of light.
I only stayed at the Mushroom Palace for less than the time it takes to drink two cups of tea, but I didn't get to drink a single sip.
After Lord Guming gave me the elemental spirit, he urged me to hurry up and leave.
She said that even a celestial being would be invisibly absorbed by the forest in the forbidden ancient forest.
Moreover, with the elemental spirit that can decompose the body, the digestion speed will be faster.
Lord Guming urged me to return to the Immortal Realm quickly, but he still entrusted me with a message.
"Please give my regards to your master, Lord Tongtang."
I'm quite grateful to her, because this gave me an excuse to get some leverage over my master.
After leaving the palace, Xie Jinhui opened the Butterfly Dream Bell Light Gate in advance and handed me his hand.
I glared at him, then grabbed Yuanling and charged into the portal, shouting as I went.
"Take your hands off me and don't touch me. If the Ancient Forest Forbidden Land needs to digest, let it digest me."
As soon as I entered the Butterfly Dream Bell Corridor, the blinding white light and dazzling pearly starlight, like strands of mushroom mycelium, quickly coiled into a figure, pounced on me, and hugged me.
My senior sister waited in the Butterfly Dream Bell for a short while, but she was completely unaware of the situation outside. She was indeed worried about me.
She saw me smiling as I presented the spirit in my arms to her, and solemnly asked her to cherish it.
My senior sister immediately swore an oath to the ancient gods. She raised three fingers, thought for a moment, and then secretly hooked her little finger up as well—it was the pinky promise we made when we were little.
"I, Fairy Fairy Bei'er, under the command of the God of Tongtang, swear to the ancient gods that I will never betray the trust of the Guming Clan and the entrustment of my junior sister Yuan."
I will certainly make good use of this body to help Lord Sheng overcome his tribulation.
When I return victorious and reach the pinnacle of immortality, I will dedicate my life to protecting the Gu Ming clan and cherishing my junior sister, Yuan He.
I'm really afraid that, given Xie Jinhui's old habits, he'll suddenly come out and ask his senior sister for a verbal slur.
For example, "Senior sister, you should also pamper your junior brother-in-law, me."
But he didn't.
Xie Jinhui stood quietly at the entrance of the light gate, like a guardian mushroom, marking the next destination outside the gate.
My senior sister was so happy that she hugged me again and again.
"Yuan'e, I love you the most!"
I gently patted Xianbei'er's back, thinking: Senior sister, you can't only love me.
Because, you know, we'll find someone else to love as soon as we turn around.
How to refine and use the primordial spirit is something my senior sister needs to do herself; it's inappropriate for me to stay in the Butterfly Dream Bell and delay her.
Then I said goodbye to my senior sister.
I turned to look at the light gate, where Xie Jinhui, bathed in moonlight, seemed to have been tempered and deepened by ten thousand years of illusionary trials.
The moonlight peeled away layer by layer, as if pulling him out of a hundred-thousand-year-old mycelium, wet, heavy, and still dripping.
I smiled and said to him, "Xie Jinhui, I'm thirsty."
Xie Jinhui reached out his hand from the light, as if welcoming me towards a new life.
"Let's go to Shide Water Pavilion, there's plenty of water there."
Filled with longing like the mycelium of mushrooms, I ran towards him once more.
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