The Ember of Time Retraces
"Mountain mound?"
With mixed feelings, I called out the nicknames of the hills that not only covered the sky but also the earth.
Immediately, they erupted into a commotion, all shouting and yelling.
"Yuan'e, get out of the way! We're going to smash the broken ball and let you out."
"Don't be afraid, Yuan'e!"
"Yes, don't be afraid, we are tall."
"We are rich, and our resources are abundant."
"We're so handsome, we're practically dripping with handsomeness."
"Yuan'e, we stand tall and upright."
"It was the Iris that created us!"
...
I'm dumbfounded, this is terrible!
I've brainwashed those mountain bandits so much that they believe everything I say.
They're just not quick-witted and can't grasp the current situation.
It seemed that the immortals were about to blast away all those overgrown mountains and valleys.
Of course I couldn't allow it, so I quickly called a halt.
Fortunately, the hillbillies listened to me and stopped for a moment.
I should feel a sense of accomplishment and be extremely happy, right?
So many mountains, all of them are alive and have even developed spiritual awareness, which shows that all my life's efforts and hard work have not been in vain.
How many people give their all in life, yet remain unknown?
Eighteen hundred years after his death, he left behind an immortal reputation, a poor and hardworking man of his time.
How fortunate I am to know I'm truly capable while I'm still alive.
However, it's not that they've made a fortune.
Shanbaobao came down the mountain like a group of bandits, yelling and screaming to save me.
Fortunately, they were obedient, and I succinctly explained to them why they couldn't save me and that the celestial realm was more important than me.
The hilltops covered the barrier wall with moss of varying shades.
They continued baking, ignoring the intense heat emanating from their surfaces.
They understood, but still peered inside longingly, and then came up with new plans.
“Yuanhe, then open the door, we’ll go in and turn to ashes with you.”
The hill is too solid; I said we can't get out or get in now.
No, they'll stick to the barrier like potstickers, seaweed, or stubborn, unyielding bits of food.
Ugh! What kind of mountains have I created? Can anyone move them?
They shouted resounding slogans: We are towering mountains, we are mighty forces, we wield invincible weapons, we are unstoppable...
Goodness, even mountains shouldn't be instilled with too many unrealistic fantasies and beliefs, otherwise their persistence will become a hurdle.
What's the meaning of the hexagrams in the human world again? Mountain is Gen, and Gen is a rock blocking the way...
Xie Jinhui shrugged helplessly; his immortal power was practically roasted, unable to shake off the patches of green above and below his head.
In Naruto, you can also see the blue sky, and above the blue sky, there is the immovable Feikong Mountain.
The sound of the peach-shaped hairpin was noisy, but a clear sound suddenly rang in my mind.
I waved to the hills, and they stretched out their stone ears to listen attentively.
“Mountains,” I said, “everything created by heaven and earth has its purpose. You, the goddesses I created, also have a better place to belong.”
I gestured for the hills blocking my view to make way, guiding them to look towards Feikong Mountain.
"The goddess Yuan'e has assigned you a task. Are you going to listen?"
They nodded, and a shower of pebbles rained down on the foreheads of the immortals below.
Fellow immortals, fly as high as you can to avoid these inexplicably crumbling rocks.
"You hillbillies." At this moment, I felt as if I were surrounded by mountains, my momentum like fire.
The fiery fingertips pointed a flint and steel towards the sky.
“Go and protect Mount Feikong. From now on, you will be the messengers of Mount Feikong.”
You must fulfill your duties, protect the creatures of the mountains, and maintain peace in the celestial realm.
Shanbao nodded in agreement, and then they discussed who would take over which hilltop.
Aren't they still bandits?
On a sudden impulse, I asked, "How many mountains do you have in total?"
The group of students from the mountain village answered collectively.
“Yuan’e, you have sculpted a total of 3,969 mountains.”
My heart skipped a beat. Isn't this the number of non-empty mountain ranges?
"Don't hesitate, you mountain folk, you are the ancient mountain spirits of the 3,969 sacred mountains of Feikong Mountain!"
Go!
The mountain bumpkins are so obedient. It's good that they're obedient; they didn't even say goodbye.
The immortals outside the barrier, who had been on the verge of battle, now stood solemnly silent.
Witnessing this unprecedented and sacred scene of a goddess about to fall bestowing her blessings upon the mountains, they all bowed their heads in reverence.
I'm so tired. The flames are getting hot. I raise my hands, and they're sweating. The sweat sizzles and turns into droplets when it meets the fire.
Xie Jinhui took my hand.
It's time to go and spend time with my seven brothers.
The story of the goddess Yuan'e has come to an end.
At this very moment, I am a love that will inevitably dissipate, left behind by Emperor Su Ling, who has become the Holy Emperor of Heaven.
All those layers of wedding gowns that Mo Xuchenyuan brought were burned away in a flash.
It just goes to show that we come into this world naked and leave in a hurry.
Xie Jinhui's eyes burned with fire, even without desire.
He is my last layer of clothing, tightly wrapping me up.
"Yuan'e," he said softly, his voice carrying the scent of fire and lingering warmth, "In this life, I truly want you so much."
I pulled my hand away, ran it across his hot skin, and interlaced my fingers behind his neck.
The fire in the ravine doesn't hurt, but it gets really hot when it burns to the end.
"Xie Jinhui, then you want it now. If you want it now, aren't you afraid of leaking it?"
He pulled my arm back into his arms, his voice low and somber.
"No way, if it leaks, it will leak all over the fourteen strings, which would be so embarrassing."
I pinched his waist.
He was saying that if they acted rashly, the barrier would shatter, and the fire inside would set the entire immortal realm ablaze.
But the implication in his words was that he was incredibly skilled in a certain area.
Anyway, he wasted this part of his life. As to what extent, I, who have the most say in this matter, don't know.
He is like an innocent child, both in appearance and mind.
The way we looked at each other was filled with a reverent silence, like that of a mushroom that has existed for ten thousand years.
His last bit of immortal power hovered above the inner wall of the barrier, ensuring that the flames and the malice of the seven desires inside would not seep out.
Xie Jinhui said that his uncle, himself, and I would disappear one by one in this order.
But the intervals won't be too long, especially between him and me. He swore he wouldn't let me stay long, not even for a little while.
He said he could understand; that moment was incredibly painful.
Looking at the scene over there, the cage had melted away, and the brothers' glory had long since faded.
I stared at Xie Jinhui without blinking.
He kept using his divine power to brush the smoke and dust off his body; his breath could be his last.
I told him to let go of me, otherwise he would have walked much faster than me.
As soon as Fang Yi left his embrace, the soul lock in my mind suddenly burst out.
The flames burning on my body immediately wrapped around the Soul Chains.
Xie Jinhui moved slower and slower, extinguishing the fire from the Soul Lock.
I sat limply beside him beside the ruins of the portal, laughing at him and saying, "Alright, alright, you're just stirring things up. Stop your magic now."
Two soft, translucent red fairy bodies gradually drew closer, as if they were about to melt together.
The Soul Lock was the last line of defense for Xie Jinhui and me.
Xie Jinhui always tries to protect me, and I struggle with him.
Before long, we were both panting heavily, almost as if we had just had a real fight.
His hair was disheveled, and he was covered in smoke. Most importantly, even if he were naked, there would be no difference between him and the person in question.
The physical forms of the man and woman were burned away, forging an ethereal and otherworldly body, with only two hearts still in love.
On his uncle's side, a golden light suddenly shone, and I saw a gilded river of light pierce through the sea of flames, condensing into a trembling outline around me.
The intense heat of the fire completely wiped out my brothers' lives, but in the fleeting moment they protected me, they touched my phantom head with their nonexistent hands.
"Eighth Sister, brothers, let's go!"
The flow of gold, from surging to trickling, then clear and light, releases a smooth, gentle line.
Then, the flames once again engulfed all the colors.
Xie Jinhui and I have both become part of the backdrop of the flames.
However, with a loud bang, as the brother and Qiyu left, the outer wall of the barrier instantly shattered into burning pages, absorbing the flames from the nine layers inside the barrier and drifting into the black ash of destruction.
When the barrier broke, I was first startled, then overjoyed.
I thought that with the seven desires extinguished, Heaven was willing to give Xie Jinhui and me a chance to live and a future.
But I was wrong. At this moment, Yuan'e and Xie Jinhui are no longer in this world, only two demonic red fire spirits in the last layer of the flame barrier.
We two flames are trapped in the core of the barrier's remnants, imprisoned within our own power, waiting to be extinguished after burning ourselves out.
The immortals no longer recognized us. They quickly swept away the black debris in the air and collected it into the purifying bottle that purifies all spirits.
But before the purification bottle could even take effect, the black ash disappeared on its own.
The fire burned thoroughly; the black color was merely a temporary regret.
Among the immortals, some pointed their jade bottles at me, intending to extinguish the flames between me and Xie Jinhui.
Yifeng Canal, Qingting, my master and the others all stepped in to stop them, they said.
"Those are the Heavenly Emperor and Empress; they must not be disrespectful!"
Okay, and they recognize me.
Perhaps they don't recognize me, but they recognize my broken, yet still drifting, soul lock.
Soul chains entwine, drifting.
Xie Jinhui's flame suddenly dimmed.
I was stunned. What does the breath of fire look like? Has he left?
I tried counting my breaths. Xie Jinhui had promised me that after he left, I only needed to breathe three more times to follow him.
One breath.
I can't believe he's just gone like that. He hasn't left me a single word, and he hasn't kissed me since this morning.
His flame went out.
Two breaths.
I heard the sound of the Soul Chains shattering, and in an instant, I felt my flames grow stronger.
Is it a final burst of energy before death? Even immortals can do this, so why didn't Xie Jinhui?
Three breaths.
My heart was at peace for a moment. I accepted the possibility that Xie Jinhui would not reignite, and what would be the point of rekindling it anyway?
There will be no fourth breath. I firmly believe that I am about to perish!
However, why, when the Soul Lock turned to ashes before my eyes, did I grow stronger not as a flame, but as an immortal being?
My immortal body was restored, solidified, and filled with power I had never experienced before.
Then they dressed me in new clothes, the same garment that the ancient god had given me.
I was terrified; I didn't want to live.
I'm going to find Xie Jinhui.
My mind was suddenly in turmoil, and the jade stone inside began to move, becoming my heart.
Just then, a vast expanse of light appeared in the sky, displaying the color of clear water.
I saw a left hand reaching out from between the waves, and I was overjoyed.
That one hand alone was enough to make me disregard everything, even if it meant drowning in that sea from who-knows-where, I would follow him.
Then, the hand stretched out again, revealing the wrist, and a glass bracelet around the wrist shone with endless luster that illuminated the fourteen strings.
Time, at this moment, seems to have no past, no future, no present.
I can't find my heart anywhere; a distant memory flows in from the sea of time.
Yes, I know the name of this sea, and I also recognize the bracelet on my left wrist.
I don't need to tell you what it's called.
The immortals in the celestial realm also remember—no, this isn't called remembering, nor is it called recalling.
This memory, appearing alongside the bracelet, is a gift from the gods to all beings, a temporary awareness and understanding.
"The Glittering Time"!
The bracelet is the Glazed Time Essence; whenever it appears, the Sea of Time will open.
At that time, all living beings will realize that the Glazed Time Ashes is a divine artifact brought from the formless void to the tangible immortal realm by Emperor Su Ling.
It is usually invisible and imperceptible.
However, when it appears, it can penetrate spacetime and enter the sea of time.
These divine bracelets of destiny will only appear twice: once during destruction and once before creation.
When destroyed, the bracelet's body blazed like fire, hence the name "Time Ashes".
And the color at this moment is like crystal water, which is the origin of creation—the retrogression!
I discovered that my mind contained not only these memories that everyone in the world knew at the same time.
There are others, and I remember them too...
I can't remember; the memories are in my mind, surging within me.
But I know what I want to do.
Suddenly, a red figure reached out and flew towards me.
Yi Fengqu's voice was filled with excitement as he shouted from afar, "Sister!"
Sister?
My head was buzzing.
"Sister, give me your hand and come with me," Yi Fengqu pleaded in mid-air.
Without realizing it, I shook my head.
Yi Fengqu's voice became anxious, and he suddenly called out the name that was about to pop into my head.
"Mountain Girl!" His voice sounded like a roar.
I didn't look at him, because it was at that moment.
The left hand above reached down an inch, and a voice beckoned me from the unknown sea of time.
The voice said, "Yuan'e, come."
I reached out, just like the first time I pulled Xie Jinhui together from the crevice.
I saw Yifengqu arrive half a step too late; he caught my last fleeting image before I flew into the Sea of Time with both arms.
"Sister, Mountain Girl!"
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