A shout from the top of the Xuan Guan building
Master cheered and jumped for joy, shouting that he had found it! He had found it!
Because I couldn't sleep all night and was so confused thinking about Mo Xu Chen Yuan, I was suddenly lifted onto my master's back and carried away without even realizing it.
I remember in the early morning, I wandered over to the outside of Master's Hall and asked him where the Moxu Chenyuan Sect was.
He touched the darkness, revealing his white teeth, as if coated by the moonlight, and laughed wildly and menacingly.
My impression of him is still stuck on the image of him rummaging through the trash heap, searching for things.
When I regained consciousness, my master had already led me to the highest point of the Seven Strings, the Xuan Guan Tower.
Standing on the top floor of Xuan Guan Tower, the first thing you feel is not the howling of the wind.
Rather, it was the oppressive aura of the threety-three realms of the Immortal Realm, suspended above the fourteen strings above and below the Immortal Realm.
The Feikong Mountain contains thirty-three realms, which I watched day and night as they were arranged in the shape of mountains, forming a constantly changing mountain range.
This indefinable, non-empty mountain is probably so young that it can only call the Taisu Wunian Stone "elder brother".
Ancient records state that the landscape of the celestial realm gradually formed under the guidance and protection of Feikong Mountain.
The sky was filled with drifting clouds, and the master stood at the wind's edge, his sleeves billowing.
One word: profound.
I also took the opportunity to reflect and ponder the overall structure of Fei Kong Shan.
The part of the Thirty-Three Realms suspended above the Heavenly Realm is called the Non-Empty Mountain.
The reflection of Fei Kong Mountain, which floats at the lowest level of the Immortal Realm and is below the first sliver of light, is called Xu Jing Mountain.
The Void Realm Mountain connects the lower realm and the immortal realm. Like the Non-Void Mountain, it is inhabited by various species such as immortal herbs, spiritual stones, and auspicious beasts.
However, there is a fundamental difference between the two.
For cultivators in the lower realms, the immortal realm they can sense and experience is often just the fleeting moments in the Void Realm Mountain.
Therefore, for many immortals who have achieved enlightenment, their highest attainment is mostly only at the level of the Void Realm Mountain.
When I recall the wheat fields of the human world, the illusory mountains I looked up at were sometimes just a fleeting wisp of mountain cloud.
My thoughts came to an abrupt halt when my master suddenly moved.
Holding up the measuring rod and boundary marker he had finally managed to find, he jumped around and gestured at Feikong Mountain.
I blinked and watched my master transform from a deep, serious demeanor to a mad rabbit in an instant.
My master said he was helping me find Mo Xu Chen Yuan.
I stood there helplessly, feeling the wind blowing through me even with my back turned.
I gaze longingly at the Non-Empty Mountain, which had arranged thirty-three doors for me when I first awoke from the stone.
I could feel the welcoming doors of Fei Kong Mountain beckoning to me.
It's as if they're saying, "Come on, come on, come play!"
But that's not my destination; my heart is filled with gloom.
"How come there's not a trace of it, not even a shadow of it?"
I leaned slightly forward and looked down from the railing.
Throughout the fourteen strings of the immortal realm, new immortal abodes are often born, while ancient buildings and pavilions disappear into the void without anyone noticing.
I think, perhaps on the mountain, around it, or anywhere else.
It should be everywhere, and even immortals cannot comprehend it or enter into a deeper realm.
For those from the lower realms, entering the Void Realm Mountain is already difficult, but it is not the end.
If they had the great opportunity to enter the immortal realm, they would be just as amazed as I am now:
It turns out that above the Immortal Realm, there are so many unreachable realms and outer realms beyond our reach.
When thinking of the realm beyond the heavens, the first places that come to mind are the Boundless Heavenly Realm, where the Holy Emperor Sheng Sheng resided when he was the Emperor, and the Youqing Peach Abode in Feng Qu's Imperial Post Station, both of which are secluded places.
Suddenly, Master Crazy Rabbit stood firmly in the wind, his gaze focused.
The measuring rod and boundary marker were both fixed in the air, anchored in a certain direction.
The master used his hand, which did not control any immortal power, to sway with the wind.
“Yuan’e, come here, come here. Mo Xu Chen Yuan should be in that area.”
area?
I looked carefully at the blue sky on the east side of Feikong Mountain, as my master had pointed.
Apart from a smug cloud disintegrating, there was nothing else.
“Yuan’e, look.”
Just stare at that cloud, looking at its far left and lowest corner.
My guess is that it's definitely the entrance.
Master spoke with absolute certainty.
My eyes were wide open, seeing stars, all I could see was blue and white.
"Master, you should at least tell me what the Moxu Chenyuan is."
Master responded with an "Oh".
"A single speck of dust, and their whole family are specks of dust."
Dust?
"Dust is great! I'm getting excited!" I flicked my sleeves.
"Master, you should have told me sooner, I would have sucked it in."
My master looked terrified and reached out to hold me down.
"Don't try, you can't do it."
Besides, if they actually managed to bring it over, it would probably blow up the entire Immortal Realm.
I muttered to myself: Anyway, Xie Jinhui has already blown up the Immortal Realm with his message once.
Or, let's just drag it over and destroy it.
The problem is, I was completely exhausted just from the thought of trying to pull it over.
Alas, my abilities don't allow it.
“Master, since you know so much about the Ancestor, you two must have a relationship.”
"Why don't you contact him and pull some strings? Tell the old man that Yuanhe wants to find his son."
After I finished speaking, my master's lips curled into a wide smile, but then his joy turned into helplessness, and his expression became serious.
"I know those things because my ancestor told me them all at once."
As your teacher, I lack the strength to actively contact the Ancestor.
Heh, I gave a wry smile: It feels like two beggars knocking on the palace gates, asking the air to find the crown prince...
I hugged myself tightly with both hands, trying to keep myself warm, afraid that if I got too much wind in, I would get so angry that I would float away.
"What a waste of time and effort," I complained. "Those areas marked with red 'Heavenly Punishment' are indeed troublesome."
"Heavenly Punishment?" Master repeated, then burst into laughter. "What Heavenly Punishment? That was actually a talisman that the Ancestral Lord placed on the Heavenly Emperor when he first met him."
That was just a joke between the two of them.
"A joke? Using those blood-red characters to scare people with 'Heaven will punish you'?"
Heh heh heh, I sneer at this ruthlessness: the Ancestor Lord joked with the Heavenly Emperor, making the entire Immortal Realm tremble with fear?
Unable to find Mo Xuchenyuan, I lost my spirit and kept tugging at my master's sleeve.
"Let's stop looking. We can't find it anyway, Master. Let's go back to our nest."
The master smiled and put away the ruler and compass, but their spiritual energy continued to flow in the sky.
He didn't move, but squinted at me.
“Yuan’e, I have an idea, perhaps…”
My master adopted a mysterious and cryptic stance, which piqued my curiosity, and I began to listen intently.
“Yuan’e, just now I heard you say that you miss Zu Jun’s son.”
I hissed a few times and corrected myself, "It's not 'want,' it's 'want to see, see, see.'"
He tossed his head and said, "Hmph, it doesn't matter if I don't see you."
When my master saw that I was about to leave, he flashed in front of me and blocked my way.
"Yuan'e, there's a saying that longing can cross mountains and seas, would you like to..."
Uh, Master, don't draw a tiger like a cat; the stripes are completely different.
I got angry.
"It's not longing, what is there to long for?"
Master, don't talk nonsense.
As I said this, I was about to jump onto the cloud. I had to run away quickly, because soon I would have to portray this majestic and proud tiger as a tender and affectionate cat.
No way.
As a result, my master created a circle of clone frogs to block me, and even swallowed my cloud in one gulp.
The master's beard was wild and unruly, and his heart was also wandering astray.
"Hehe, Master wants to give you a test. You must respect your master."
I glanced at all the frogs, but my master just chuckled.
“Look, Xuan Guan Tower is so tall, no one will hear you if you call out.”
High? Shouting? And nobody can tell?
Is this some kind of ritual to kill someone by smashing a stone, making a scene to appease the heavens?
By this time, my master had surrounded me completely, and several white bellies were lying on my head.
I gritted my teeth in despair.
"What should it be called, 'Gu' or 'Gua'?"
“I misspoke; it wasn’t a call, it was a shout.”
The master became more patient and persuasive.
“Yuan’e, head towards that spot and shout that you miss Lord Xie.”
I reckon he'll come out quickly.
...
"Lonely frog!"
I was convinced and subconsciously began to call out to my master.
Can't you understand me?
I want to see him, I want to see him, it's not that I miss him!
I was utterly helpless, and gradually became increasingly agitated, holding my breath in frustration.
"No! I! Want to!" I protested, enunciating each word clearly.
The master raised an eyebrow, as if to say: Shout it or not, it's not me looking for him anyway.
A ruthless show of force.
I felt a little scared and glanced downstairs.
The surroundings were empty, with no sign of any immortals, and the building was tall enough that no matter what you shouted, no one below could hear you.
Oh well, I thought to myself: I know in my heart whether I miss him or not, what good will shouting do? Maybe it will work.
I mustered my courage and turned around.
The master quickly stepped aside.
Suddenly, the view opened up, revealing a deep, clear blue sky.
I stared at the space defined by spiritual energy and took a breath.
...
Hesitated...
My eyes gleamed, and I rallied my spirits.
Yuanhe, stop dawdling and be ruthless!
Come on, let's go!
"Xie Jinhui, I miss you..."
The echo was loud and clear...
After I shouted, I stood there stunned.
My skin felt tight all over.
When did Master get this extra thing in his hand beside him?
I'm convinced that this is the very "Lotus Path Separation"!
I was completely frozen, and asked the question in a daze, even though I already knew the answer.
"Master, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, the master stood with his hands behind his back, truly exuding an air of otherworldly grace.
He said compassionately, "Broadcast it, in case he can't hear it."
No, when did Qujinglian develop this feature?
Master, you're a complete pitfall, a pitfall every single day.
I was on the verge of tears, but when I thought of my innocent, thin-skinned fellow cultivators, whose ears and minds were blown away, I felt strangely excited.
But there was also a vast, raging force, which I reached out and grabbed.
Master was so prescient; suddenly, he raised the crooked lotus and his hand, dodging my tearing snatch.
Then, he stared at the sky with great surprise and reminded me.
"Yuan'e, look! There's movement!"
I shuddered at first, then turned my head away.
really!
There's movement, and it's quite dazzling.
At the edges of the clouds, tiny sparkles first appeared.
In the blink of an eye, the entire cloud shimmered as if sprinkled with gold dust.
Then, the situation became complicated.
From within the golden dust, wisps of smoke rose, beneath which flickered tiny, red flames...
Everything was clumped together, and the golden dust seemed to want to break free from them, leaping and vigorously being brushed downwards.
But it seems that the more you try to extinguish the flames, the more vigorously the fire and smoke burn.
Seeing Jin Chen carrying a ball of smoke and fire relentlessly pursuing us, rushing towards my master and me, or perhaps exploding towards us.
My master and I exchanged glances for a moment, and we both realized it—perhaps I had absorbed the fiery orb of Moxu Chenyuan, and it was coming to destroy me…
Just as disaster struck, my master grabbed me and darted to a safe place on this floor.
But then, the acrid smell of burning embers wafted over first, and I sniffed it suspiciously…
It smells like the letter Xie Jinhui gave me!
My gaze quickly locked onto the fireball, and I felt a sense of unease.
At the same time, the fireball entered the area under the eaves and stopped abruptly.
All that could be seen was golden light, fireworks, and burnt black foam, all swirling together before gradually dispersing.
A thick cloud of dust and smoke spread out.
My master and I covered our mouths and noses.
Cough cough cough...
The smoke was extremely toxic, as if it had been forged in a sea of fire.
My tears welled up and spilled out. I saw a figure in black, red and white, dressed in tattered clothes, floating messily before my eyes.
My heart clenched with a sudden, sharp pain, and then a crack appeared in it.
Even if that figure were to turn into a hand or a speck of dust, I would still recognize him.
The cracks in my heart were widening, so I had no choice but to tell it a joke.
"My heart of stone, look! The Crown Prince of the capital has gone on an incognito tour, acting as a beggar!"
To put it simply, Xie Jinhui's tattered and ragged clothes were not enough to describe his predicament and despair.
His whole body looked like a burnt butterfly.
Tiny, continuously burning lines crawled all over the fairy robes, but the burning speed was very restrained and slow.
Pieces of fair, ethereal bodies peeked out from small, burnt holes.
In fact, Xie Jinhui's appearance was even more tragic when he first appeared.
I saw that he was not only charred black from the smoke, but also covered in wounds that looked like they had been made by sharp shards.
However, in the instant he transformed, he erased more than half of his injuries.
But I saw it all.
Xie Jin revealed a bright, fair smile, his disheveled immortal robes adorned with tearing flames, and his face full of apology.
"I'm so sorry, I left in such a hurry that I didn't have time to tidy up. Please excuse my poor appearance."
...A moment of complete silence followed.
I couldn't laugh. I took a step forward for no apparent reason, then stopped in surprise.
Plop, a tear, brought on by the smell, rolled down my left cheek.
For some inexplicable reason, my memory overlapped with Xie Jinhui's disheveled state from a long time ago, accompanied by a choked sob that startled me.
"Xie Jinhui, what's wrong with you!"
Xie Jinhui frowned, took a step towards me, and his gaze dimmed as my tears fell to the ground.
However, I gestured for him not to come closer, saying that his breath was pungent and hurt my eyes.
Xie Jinhui breathed a sigh of relief and regained his joyful expression.
He said, with a mix of grievance and optimism, "Yuan'e, don't worry, I'm fine."
"It was just my father; he beat me again."
Zu Jun beat him up?
My heart skipped a beat, and I blurted it out.
"Is it because you revealed the secret of Moxu Chenyuan?"
He smiled and nodded.
“There is some connection,” he said.
As he moved, a wisp of smoke drifted out from his clothes.
Immediately, another patch of charred skin appeared on the otherwise intact skin.
I frowned and took another step forward.
Two tears slid down her cheeks.
I cursed inwardly: This is so annoying, it smells so bad.
I hate my ancestor who beats his son to death.
A surge of anger welled up inside me, and I even wanted to teach Xie Jinhui a lesson.
"How are you beating me? How long are you going to beat me like this? Don't you know you should run away?"
Xie Jinhui lowered his head guiltily. He pursed his lips, admiring his clothes engulfed in flames for a moment, his voice calm and fearless.
"My father has turned into a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, and he has been beating me since yesterday."
He suddenly changed the subject, his eyes brightening as he looked at me.
"Thanks to Yuan'e, Father finally believes me."
I don't understand what I did to make Zu Jun believe him.
But looking at his miserable state, I kept wondering: what kind of hellish ordeal could have left a god so badly injured, like he was being slowly sliced to death?
Although the scars are now gone, Xie Jinhui appears relaxed and at ease.
But my heart felt like it was being twisted into a jumbled mess of flames.
I really want to explode, but I can't seem to get it going.
I looked down at my toes, which were already halfway out, and tried to console myself: maybe it's because my sense of responsibility and guilt have deepened.
Suddenly, Xie Jinhui spoke up and thanked me, saying that I had saved him.
I responded hastily, "Me?" and stared blankly at him.
Xie Jinhui's immortal power began to flow normally again, perhaps because he had exhausted too much energy dealing with the mountain of knives and the sea of fire earlier?
Now, under the radiant light of divine power, his wounds are slowly healing.
The burnt smell had faded, but it was still there.
Xie Jinhui patted the immortal robes that were being devoured by the Fireline Devourer, as if he couldn't destroy them either.
He simply let it go, and then looked at me with a hint of joy.
“Yuan’e, I can hear that you miss me, but Father doesn’t believe me and he won’t let me go.”
I immediately retorted, but my tongue was tumbling out: "Thank you, thank you Jinhui, no, no such thing."
Xie Jinhui smiled at me and continued, "Yuanhe has been thinking of me since yesterday morning. I can hear her, but Father can't."
"I was thinking of Mo Xuchenyuan, not you."
But I didn't have a chance to interrupt him.
"At night, Yuanhe thought even more, but her father still didn't believe her."
Just now, Yuanhe shouted it out.
The sound was loud enough that Father heard it.
I took advantage of his pause and immediately slipped away.
It's just... a bit ugly.
Xie Jinhui's expression remained calm and cheerful.
I stared at the tiny rings of fire on his body, watching them slowly burn...
I can't feel happy.
I don't know if there's pain hidden beneath his smile.
Just like when he was inside the grasshopper's body, I knew how much pain I was in, but he didn't make a sound.
I tilted my head back, as firm as a rock, wanting to do something for him...
Can……
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my master silently conjure up a cloud, which was about to take off.
"Master!"
I wanted to call out to him.
But Master accelerated with all his might and rushed out.
“My disciple, your master is in a hurry to return the megaphone, hahahaha.”
Loudspeaker? How dare I say that?
I anxiously pounded the soil on the spot, muttering to myself in a voice that grew softer and softer.
"Why don't you treat him?"
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