The gods who revisit old dreams
The Purple Palace is so quiet when no immortals come to pay their respects.
I wandered aimlessly through the colorful clouds of the covered walkway, feeling the lingering desolation of hundreds of thousands of years.
Look at Xie Jinhui's natural temperament, and then look at the casualness and unruliness he showed after putting on the Su Ling Furnace.
After the Holy Emperor of Heaven severed me from the Seven Desires, it turned into a memory that evokes feelings of nostalgia, reflection, and sorrow.
Whether human or divine, if they lose their true nature, no matter how noble their purpose, they will likely end up falling apart.
Moreover, there are also the distorted abandonments brought about by resentment, jealousy, hatred, suspicion, and many other unfulfilled desires.
I was once abandoned, but fortunately, I have never had any worries about gains or losses in my life.
Perhaps I was told of the mission of dedication from the very beginning, and now, having come to the end, I am able to conclude as a "family," coming from nothing and returning to nothing.
How lucky.
I've been having some thoughts lately, since I'm so attached to love.
Is the entire stone the root of love, or is it my innate soul lock that is the root of love?
After all, it looks similar and has great abilities; it seems like something a powerful emperor like Emperor Su Ling would possess.
Are the strange jade stones in my mind also part of my original self?
Or rather, it was the product of a dramatic transformation after love took root in Qingmang Mountain, sparking a passionate and intense relationship.
Thinking of this, I can't stay in Ziji Palace any longer. I need to go back to Qingning Pavilion, dig out my master, and ask him how much of my roots he still knows.
I contacted Xie Jinhui through my mind and told him that I was going back to my "mother's home" for a while.
He heard the sound of white pieces falling onto the chessboard, followed by a teasing and ambiguous "hmm" from Yifengqu.
Xie Jinhui was silent for a moment, then made several more sounds of pieces being placed at different intervals. He said softly, "Go, I need two hours."
It's clear that the Heavenly Emperor and the Emperor are locked in a fierce battle at the Youqing Peach Abode, but is their game of chess truly about winning or losing?
I decided not to disturb him and, adhering to the principle of not revealing the truth about Suo Ling, I leaped into the air and pounced on my master, who was watering the flower fairy in the courtyard.
When my master saw me, he was both pleased and wanted to shed a few tears, but I saw clearly that the water next to his eyes was the water I had splashed away.
I raised the question of whether I am a stone or a vine, whether I am the root of love or a perverted root of love.
The master was very decisive; he shook his head.
"I don't know. When I picked you up, you must have changed into something else entirely."
"I cannot trace back to where my teacher is."
I didn't get an answer from my master, so I'm not really bothered by it.
Mainly, I want to relive those carefree days from the past.
My master wouldn't allow me to be carefree so easily. He chuckled and pulled out a white seashell studded with pearls from his pocket.
This seashell looks familiar!
Senior Sister Xianbei'er's personal magical artifact, "Spiritual Heart Three Thousand Mirror".
When the master opened the seashell, a burst of ethereal fragrance filled the air.
But I covered my ears first.
Because the slogan of my senior sister's dream has been raised again.
Our goal is—to ascend to the Immortal Realm!
The seashell opens its mouth and makes a series of loud noises, a kind of gloomy, excited sound, like sea sand polishing pearls.
It wasn't a Senbei's sound, nor any other sound in the world, but it was incredibly chilling.
The master took the seashell and tapped it on the rocky hill next to him, which had squinted like shale eyes, and the chanting finally stopped.
The mouth closed, and the mirror's eyes suddenly became bright.
The master smiled like a grandfather surrounded by children and grandchildren, "Your senior sister entrusted the magic weapon to your master for safekeeping."
As your teacher, I guarantee it will be clear and shiny.
"Yuan'e, look, your senior sister is doing very well in the mortal realm."
I craned my neck to look closely in the mirror and saw a family of four collecting seashells on the beach.
It was a very warm and happy scene, and I smiled as I asked, "How should we do it?"
The master stretched out his fingers, first making the shape of a peacock, then making the shape of rabbit ears.
"Two children in three years!" he said.
I smiled kindly to myself: Okay, Lord Sheng.
My master showed me my senior sister's updates to put my mind at ease, and I understand.
But simply feeling at ease isn't enough. My gossipy and discerning heart, undeterred by any wind or whirlwind, is even more eager to hear how Senior Sister Xianbei'er and Lord Sheng's romance unfolded, what they went through, and whether it will blossom into something meaningful.
I'm curious, and I want to pry a "bedtime" love story out of my master, who never keeps a secret.
Suddenly, the master did some quick calculations with his fingers and exclaimed, "This is bad!"
"Yuan'e, the sunflower seeds I planted in the mortal realm are calling to me."
"I'll take my leave now, we'll talk about it another day, another day."
Sunflower seeds? What a cute reason! I clearly saw a group of immortals, including those from the Fenye Hall, sneaking around outside Qingning Pavilion.
I smiled faintly, turned around, and pretended not to see it.
Although Xie Jinhui and I had made our final plans, the immortals had secretly gone to great lengths to protect us.
Ah! How I wish I could tell them that the future of the Immortal Realm is not a dream, and that after we leave, the Ancestor will return with the great dream!
Back in the Demon Cave, I looked at the empty shelves; it had been too long since I'd made any mountain-shaped buns.
So long that it became unnecessary to do it anymore.
I am not giving up my dreams or abandoning what I aspire to, but rather accepting that everything is predestined, and even the quantity of things I create will only be slightly more or less according to the laws of nature.
Whatever you encounter, don't cling to it or force it; just focus on being happy as it passes by.
As a result, the mountain clowns, nestled in the cradle of the Moxu Chenyuan Mountains, may only be able to fulfill my long-cherished wish millions of years after I am gone.
Perhaps, they will never grow up and remain just small mounds of earth.
But it doesn't matter. Even I will turn into dust. Will my dust still hold onto the dream of growing into a mountain?
Perhaps all I have done in my life has been in vain, but my heart has never faltered for a moment.
Mu Zhu, carrying Chen Yi on his back, quietly climbed up to the window and, holding the string, landed on the back of my hand.
The slender little ant, shy and hesitant, raised its tiny stick-like hand and pointed at my bed.
"Yuan'e, I'm sorry, I licked the book under your pillow until it was ruined, and all the words are smudged."
That book is...
Ten Thousand Words of Love.
I chuckled, placing the little ant on my fingertip. "So what if it's ruined? So what if it's burnt? Have you learned how to lick it yet?"
"I've got it, I've got it!" Chen Yi nodded his little head and said seriously, "I will never believe Pan Kongcao's nonsense again, it's all a trick."
Mu Zhu transformed into her immortal form and took out a package from the storage space in the demon cave, which she had clearly prepared on purpose.
It must have been really tough on her!
She hesitated, unsure whether to hand me the package. In her moment of hesitation, her straightforward nature led her to blurt out her opinion.
"Yuan'e, your ashes."
Mu Zhu quickly hugged the package back to his arms, apologizing and waving his hand anxiously.
"No, no, I..."
Mu Zhu didn't panic. She said something that inadvertently hurt her own feelings and incidentally foreshadowed my fate.
I waved to her, calm and composed.
"No, no! Mu Zhu, please scatter them for me."
Mu Zhu's eyes welled up with tears. Did she want to wash me back to the Purple Palace?
I changed the subject and said with a smile, "Why don't you keep it as a memento?"
"I won't even be able to compete with them then; I won't even leave ashes."
I thought Mu Zhu would just throw away that bag of bone powder and skull crumbs.
But she hid it in her sleeve.
She said, "Yuan'e, time flies by too fast in the celestial realm. Why don't you and the Heavenly Emperor go to the mortal world for a while? At least you can stay together for a lifetime."
I looked up and saw Muzhu, Chenyi, the Demon Cave, the Mountain Garden, Qingning Pavilion, the Fourteen Strings...
Beyond that, the endless void.
Joyfully, she said, "He and I have been together for over 100,000 years."
If the 100,000 years in the Mushroom Illusion can be considered as being together forever, then Xie Jinhui and I are truly deeply in love and have a profound destiny.
Love roots...
This morning, we discussed this very issue: if the emotional root and the divine consciousness fall in love, does that mean we have already experienced a wonderful state of self-perfection and self-love, similar to that of the Venerable Zangli?
Xie Jinhui was deeply moved and said, "Yuanhe, I think the biggest advantage of this kind of relationship is..."
I never need to ask you how deep your love for me is, because…
I held his hand tightly, and we were of one mind.
"Because my heart represents your heart."
I instructed Mu Zhu that on the day I entered the furnace, I should crush sunflower seeds so that my master wouldn't have to work so hard, since the harvest had already been decided.
Mu Zhu curled his lip.
"The immortals' good intentions, even if useless, are still a result."
"Please accept this gift, Yuan'e."
Mu Zhu's mouth turned north, so I turned mine east, west, south, and north, and sincerely said goodbye!
After bidding farewell to Qingning Pavilion, I hurriedly returned to Ziji Palace, where I found Xie Jinhui silently waiting for me at the entrance of the Tianxia Fenye Hall with its high eaves and pillars.
This trip back to her parents' home almost delayed the Heavenly Emperor's affairs.
Xie Jinhui took my hand and led me into the hall filled with secrets.
The gatekeeper looked embarrassed. He stretched out halfway to stop him, stammering but dutifully saying, "The forbidden area of the Division Palace is not to be entered by anyone other than the Heavenly Emperor."
Xie Jinhui, with his imposing and aloof demeanor, stated, "Yuan'e is the Empress."
Today, everyone's obsessed with pouting. Even doorkeepers are doing it, and it looks pretty good, with a youthful spirit amidst their dashing appearance.
He was difficult to refute, yet he remained very upright.
"Not yet married."
Xie Jinhui closed his eyes slightly, let out a smile, and looked at the guard with a "you see if I'm up to it" expression.
"The wedding was just yesterday!"
The guard's face was as thin as a sheet of red paper, strangely festive.
As an accomplice to this "grand wedding," how could I not chime in with my own words?
"Yes, they got married yesterday!"
The guard's red paper could no longer be hung up. Without saying whether or not to let them pass, he simply stood at attention, turned around, and went to discuss the wedding ceremony with the door frame.
The so-called secret room is actually a multi-layered space, a transparent, suspended sphere that marks the boundaries of all kinds of laws in the world.
The various regions of the lower realm are all located on the sphere using the five elements (metal, wood, water, fire, earth, heaven, and earth) as coordinates.
It is divided into longitude and latitude, which traverse, extend, and deflect, penetrating space in various forms.
This secret chamber can be held in your hand and played with, or you can enter its interior and freely change its size and distance, observing different directions in detail or in general.
The Holy Emperor, who is bound to all living beings, still has spots of light, as bright as a naked firefly.
That's because the scattered seven desires are dormant within them through spiritual objects.
Before long, I copied all the hiding places of the seven desires, totaling more than 1.08 billion, into my spiritual consciousness.
Thinking about Xie Jinhui's cement head, it will only get imprinted even more firmly.
I asked him, "Now that the location has been found, has Yifengqu agreed to help find the spirits of the spirit's parents?"
Xie Jinhui said that Yifengqu agreed, but the emperor has recently encountered some trouble.
On his chessboard, which governs all the laws of the world, an unusual piece has appeared.
That child vainly sought to break free from the constraints of the gods, to hide himself, and to escape the laws of nature.
This kid even gave his system a name: "Collection of Immortal-like Stories".
Yifeng Canal is observing it to see how it develops.
Therefore, he will wait until the location of the spirit object is confirmed before he sets off to personally handle matters for Su Ling.
I said, "Does Emperor Yifengqu have such great power and authority?"
Xie Jinhui twirled the secret chamber sphere in his hand and smiled intently.
"The Endless Starfield is responsible for creation, and Yifeng Canal is responsible for the laws of the world. They are beings that transcend the Fourteen Strings, gods among gods."
I asked him in surprise, "What about Emperor Su Ling?"
Xie Jinhui glanced at me sideways, but answered seriously, "He is, but I am not."
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