Qingmang Mountain · Health
As soon as I entered the Sea of Time, I saw a kind of chaos, like a spacetime wall, completely different from my form of existence.
My body melted away again, becoming formless.
It's like the rolling of water, the surging of gas.
In dynamic movement devoid of physical sensation, feelings, direction, time, space, and even memory all become empty.
I have only one instinct left: to go with the flow and accept whatever comes my way.
Not knowing where I was going, I felt as light as cotton wool in the wind. It wasn't fear, but a nameless chaos.
I don't know how to feel the warmth, the water is overflowing.
I don’t know how to distinguish the multiple colors that the light swirled and rolled around.
I realized a kind of inner reminder.
"I am a mountain girl, and he is Su Ling. We were on Qingmang Mountain, and by some twist of fate, we passed each other by.
I picked up the roots of his love that he had left behind.
Love, like a soul lock, bound me, who was originally a mountain girl.
But who is Shan Gu? And why is she sad for Suo Ling?
I don't remember any of it.
What I remember is: I personally refined the root of love and bound myself with it.
Then, I fell asleep, sleeping inside a piece of jade.
That jade is my true heart; every inch of its grooves is already etched with memories of Su Mio.
I remember when I was draped in the cloak of love, I was angry, angry at Xiao, who hid in the abyss of nothingness, yearning to become a god.
Moxu Chenyuan?
When I think of this name, my memory immediately goes back a long way.
The Goddess Yuan'e, is that also my name?
How did I become Yuan'e? How did I become the vessel of love? Why was I mistaken for love itself?
I remember now, I remember now.
I infused the roots of my love for Suo Mio with an indestructible divine power, and then...
Buzz...
In the chaos, the red sun was born in the west, flowing backwards.
I realized that I was adrift in the sea of time.
The seawater meanders, flowing in crescent-shaped scars.
I really want to scoop up a piece of the moon and have it tell me who I really am.
The crescent moon swayed, casting rosy clouds over the mortal world. I couldn't help but close my eyes and exclaim in admiration, "How beautiful!"
Just then, I fell, downwards, merging into the clouds.
It turned downwards and became a stone.
I woke up with a start, realizing that I had just fallen into a brief dream.
It shouldn't be a dream; it's a remnant of the past that I left in the sea of time.
Have I been gone this long? It seems I've returned to where it all began.
I felt a pause, and the next moment, the memories that followed caught up with me.
Those memories tell me that I am Yuanhe.
Iris?
If I were Yuan'e, what would Xie Jinhui be like?
Suddenly, a hand and a voice appeared, "Come with me."
That's what the voice said.
That hand, the light flowing from its fingertips was the color of glass, it was familiar to me, the left.
I had no hands, but when that hand reached out and grabbed mine, I realized that I had a body again.
He took my hand and gave me a guiding force, and I woke up.
*
I woke up on Qingmang Mountain, and I recognized the place.
Yesterday, I let Yifengqu take away my memories, because I want to start over with a blank slate.
I sat on a piece of jade reflecting the blue sky; it was cool, but my heart was warm.
Looking out, the mountains rise one after another.
The Qingmang Mountain where I am is so high that it seems to pierce the clouds, yet it is the shortest among the towering mountains.
What am I supposed to do on this trip to the human world?
After thinking about it, it seems I'm waiting for someone.
I forgot, or I must have forgotten on purpose.
In the distance, the mountain ranges rise one after another, and I see mountain peaks gliding freely atop the snow-capped mountains.
The low-lying Qingmang Mountain is surrounded by other mountains, forming a basin shape.
I sat at the bottom of the basin, looking up at Mount Xujing, and thought: I forgot what happened before yesterday, but I seem to remember what happened after today.
That's so strange!
Just now, there was a light drizzle, and I loved the sound of it pattering against the leaves.
My mind holds the memories of all the masterpieces I have created.
Looking up, I pierced through the Void Realm Mountain, crossed the Fourteen Strings, and followed the non-empty mountains I had sculpted since the beginning of time.
My gaze focused on one point.
Moxu Chenyuan.
That's the mountain I'm most satisfied with of all the mountains I've built.
Don't be fooled by its tiny size; it contains all sorts of thoughts and ideas that I can imagine.
There, one is free and at ease, and all things are compassionate.
Every living being, and non-living being, can fully unleash their passion and creativity.
I call the Moxu Chenyuan an invisible grandeur, and bestow upon it a reclusive and supreme divinity.
Afterwards, I gave it to Xiao, who was about to succeed to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor.
Later, I heard that Xiao went inside and never came back.
If he doesn't want to return, then he doesn't want to. Does he think he can just let nature take its course?
He will definitely come out on the day he ascends the throne.
I'm willing to believe the promises this child made to me.
So, having always disdained the rules of the immortal realm, I left the Eternal God Temple and asked Little Peach Blossom at Youqing Peach Abode for a cup of peach blossom tea.
It erased my memories of the last 500,000 years of trivial matters.
Little peach blossom?
Little Peach Blossom is Yifengqu, a little younger than me, almost as old as heaven and earth.
He holds in his hands the memories I repeatedly tossed aside.
My belief is: true mastery comes from seclusion, and true seclusion means forgetting the world.
Then forget everything, whether you should forget it or not; every time you forget, it's a bewildered restart.
I like that feeling of being naive and innocent; it gives me endless creativity.
I, the Mountain Girl, am an ancient goddess! If it weren't for this eternally fresh, clear-headed, and ageless spirit...
How can the mountains of the world endure? How can the thirty-three realms of the Non-Empty Mountain be constructed?
I am an ancient god who has not returned to the void, for the green mountains remain evergreen and the clear waters flow eternally.
The gods of the mountains cannot fall.
Rain falls from the sky, drop by drop, and on the ground, it forms shy little circles of dirt.
The raindrops were too small, stirring up a misty haze of dust. The water failed to moisten the earth; instead, it created a tide of dust that enveloped my ankles.
Little water droplets! Hehe!
For some reason, I felt happy.
I felt that this rain came in a wonderful way; it drew droplets on the ground and rippled on my face.
Is this what it feels like to be kissed by a water droplet?
What if he comes in person?
I was terrified by the idea and was suddenly startled.
With a thud, I woke up again, this time on Qingmang Mountain.
I rubbed my head and patted the dust off my bottom.
The sky was clear, and the earth smelled of raindrops.
Looking into the distance, I saw the hills rushing outwards.
Yes, I just tripped and fell.
They stumbled and staggered across the mountains, the mouths of the valleys calling out the same name.
"Mountain girl, mountain girl, mountain girl..."
Am I a mountain girl?
But I am Yuanhe!
I let out a long sigh of relief and tried to recall and sort out this huge pile of sudden memories.
"The Sea of Time, the Sea of Time?"
I looked up, turned my head, looked down, and gazed around; the sea of time had vanished.
I remember Xie Jinhui extinguishing before my eyes, and then my immortal body not only recovered, but also transformed into an even more resilient form.
Out of reluctance and unwillingness, I grasped the hand that reached out from time.
I believe in him, I'm convinced of him, that's Xie Jinhui's left hand.
Until I saw the glazed glass, I knew that the owner of the hand was more likely Su Ling.
I used to think that I was the one he loved.
Unexpectedly, I was at most a vessel for the root of love.
The love he abandoned became a soul lock, and that soul lock has been extinguished along with the seven desires.
What about Su Ling's wisp of divine consciousness? Xie Jinhui, is Xie Jinhui still alive?
The memory of him going out fills me with despair.
I don't care who I am, all I know is that I love Xie Jinhui, not because I am a romantic.
Because the roots of love have been destroyed.
I'm sure, it's me, it's me who loves him.
As for Suo, let him do whatever he wants!
Did he pull me into the flow of time? From 320,000 years in the future back to this very moment?
Within the sea of time, I witnessed the reversal of time, and dreamed again and again about the memories of the mountain girl.
Even now, I still find it hard to believe that I am the mountain girl.
Am I the eternal god?
Are those dreams memories I've forgotten?
My beloved mountain buns ran to my side, surrounded me, and asked me if I was alright.
"Mountain Girl, Mountain Girl, did you hurt yourself when you fell?"
"Isn't the immortal's body too heavy and inconvenient to use?" a baby hill covered with peach and pear blossoms said, jumping around.
An immortal's body is useless? This is the first time I've heard of such a thing.
"Mountain Girl, Mountain Girl, who are you waiting for? Why haven't your friends arrived yet?"
If she doesn't come, the mountain girl will come and play with us.
This one is covered with crabapple and sycamore trees, and is elegant and tranquil.
Its words received a unanimous response from all the hilltops.
"Mountain Girl, don't wait any longer."
Play with us, play with us!
Looking at gold, silver, copper, iron, and nickel, all kinds of mines are jumping around with a rumble.
The small mountain over there, filled with crystal caves, shimmered brightly.
The small mountain, with its winding, intricate structure leading directly to the immortal's cave, exudes various sounds coming from all directions.
I reached out and touched the small flower head of the crabapple blossom, and asked with a smile.
"Little bag, what's your name?"
Little Hill didn't puff up; he sighed helplessly.
"The mountain girl has a bad memory; how could you forget me again?"
You'd better remember this, or I really won't talk to you anymore.
Please remember, my name is Tongtang.
Tongtang? I stared blankly at the small hill, looking at its eyebrows and eyes, but it had no eyebrows or eyes.
I couldn't see anything, but my tears welled up.
Tongtangshan Baobao was startled and cried out, "Oh dear, mountain!"
"Gu, I am five hundred years old this year, and this is the first time I have ever seen a mountain girl cry."
"Quack, I've gotten into trouble! I've gotten into trouble!"
"No!" I hugged Shanbaobao tightly and whispered, "Master, you were so cute when you were little."
Tongtangshanbao couldn't understand; my words came from the distant future.
Now, I can't be sure if that future will still exist.
"You guys go have fun, I'll wait a bit longer," I said.
I sent those sullen hillbillies away, not because I was waiting for anyone, but because I wanted some peace and quiet to think things through.
The kids in the mountains are carefree; they started playing around and soon they were laughing and joking again.
I need to think carefully about who I'm waiting for.
Squinting, I tried to find clues in the dream I had just had.
I couldn't remember who the mountain girl was waiting for, but based on the sequence of events, I deduced who would be coming to Qingmang Mountain later.
At this time, Su Mio was still the Emperor, and the position of Heavenly Emperor was still undecided.
Su Ling's love was abandoned on Qing Mang Mountain.
I am waiting right now.
Could it be that the mountain maiden was waiting for Suo Ling?
I touched my heart.
If I were a mountain girl, I could tell her clearly.
Mountain Girl, your heart is full of Su Ling, but you don't know yet that this is love!
If, at that time, Shan Gu told Suo Ling that she liked him.
Why does Su Ling still want to abandon her emotional attachment?
It is Su Mio's mind that she has made up her mind to take the blame for Xiao, that is, to take responsibility for Zu Jun.
He simply doesn't like mountain girls.
Or perhaps...
Ding! A reminder from my dream flashed through my mind.
"That was a twist of fate, a chance encounter."
is that so?
What happened then?
It doesn't matter anymore what happened back then, Bu Yuan and He.
Currently, Emperor Su Ling has not yet relinquished his passions and desires, and the calamities of later generations have not even begun.
Since fate has brought me to this place and at this time.
I will, I will, reverse the fate of Emperor Su Ling. I will, I will protect him, so that he may be flawless and remain whole.
However, my heart sank.
If he were whole, how could Xie Jinhui exist in this world?
Should I hide away, turn into a hill, and avoid him?
So that Yuan'e, 320,000 years later, can meet Xie Jinhui again!
No, that won't do!
If all of this had already happened, my avoidance would have caused Suo and me to keep "missing each other".
Not just once, but tens of millions of times.
Countless missed opportunities, countless Xie Jinhuis, countless identical endings, all starting with the beginning and ending with the end!
The horror I imagined overcame my desire to escape.
Perhaps she will never see Xie Jinhui again, and perhaps, one day the mountain girl will forget Yuanhe.
Why.
On Qingmang Mountain, a gentle mountain breeze blows, and a light drizzle washes the entire mountain green.
I stopped pacing and placed one hand on the jade. Its solidity and selflessness nourished the goddess's heart.
During the day, the crescent moon flashed across the sky, falling like a spring onto Qingmang Mountain.
The spring water flows like waves, formless.
Ancient gods had no need for a divine body, a physical body, or a neon body.
When it comes from upstream, it's like a wave, with a faint light floating on it, the light just like water.
He transformed into a celestial body, a form I was familiar with.
I won't leave, I won't back down, I'll make sure he sees me at a glance.
I gazed at him silently, my heart filled with trepidation.
He looks so much like him, I bit my lip.
I want to cry, I miss him.
Suo Ling walked over.
I worry that if I am too indifferent and unmoved, he will repeat the same mistake.
If his heart is easily broken, and he were to have his emotional ties severed, it could lead to widespread suffering and destruction.
I barely survived this ordeal, and I barely managed to take that first step.
Suo Ling seems more indifferent than I am.
Perhaps it wasn't indifference, but rather the bewilderment he felt for 320,000 years as he landed on Qingmang Mountain.
Suddenly, he opened his chest, spread his left hand, and looked at me with an almost naked sincerity.
“鸢姀”.
!!
“I love you,” he said.
"Xie Jinhui?"
I ran towards him!
...
I felt so wronged at the time.
What is he doing, dying in the present and going back to the past?
Or did he not die at all?
Let's not dwell on it; that's something we can discuss in detail later.
On Qingmang Mountain, he is who he is.
I threw myself into his arms and complained, "If all those hills I built are lost, how are you going to compensate me?"
He was so annoying. He said, "I'm not going to be the Heavenly Emperor anymore, I'll have a child with you."
*
This place was once Qingmang Mountain, where the mountain maiden waited for Su Ling, and the kite loved Xie Jin Hui. The sea of time once flowed backward here.
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