Xuan Guan Tower, high above, whispers tales of longing.
Feikong Mountain sped away, as if an old friend was waving goodbye to me amidst green clouds.
The sounds of tits, birds, deer, and insects—all vibrant and lively—were unclear whether they came from the empty mountain before me or from the fourteen strings beneath me.
My body passed through layers of clouds and mist, piercing through the realm of the sky. For a moment, they seemed unable to support the weight of my life after I had burned my very essence.
I am falling, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, it reminds me of the magnificent moment when I was a grasshopper, soaring through the sky.
I even felt that lying in the void was like sleeping on a lotus leaf, except that the waves behind me were caused by air currents, not water.
That's great, even while falling, it's as pleasant as lying on a duckweed.
I'm not afraid. Perhaps it's because the damaged soul lock is releasing a comforting warmth, making me unaware of the pain.
However, my heavy eyelids suddenly opened wide before they could cover my consciousness.
I watched as Xie Jinhui suddenly appeared in my line of sight and flew towards me.
His rainbow-silk fairy robes, like lotus petals in full bloom, covered the light before my eyes like a cluster of flowers.
We gaze at each other face to face in the air.
Behind him was the blue sky and cloudscape of the thirty-three realms of Feikong Mountain. The whistling wind, combined with our descent speed, made his clothes and hair flutter wildly.
My recently extinguished soul lock was reignited by another sudden touch, and my whole body felt burning hot.
In that instant, I felt a surge of emotion and my tongue went numb. I spoke from the bottom of my heart with a joking smile.
"Huihui, it's a pleasure to watch you assist me."
It's more than just pleasing to the eye.
The wind dried my drool; the moment I saw him, I understood what it meant to be a feast for the eyes.
When he mended the chasm in the sky and repaired the rift in the abyss, turning the tide with his might, his movements and his cultivation were simply...
I have never seen it.
It was as if I was the only one who truly saw him this time.
I can't quite describe that feeling. It wasn't a surge of emotion, but rather the damp itch of a gentle breeze ruffling my fur.
I long to touch him, yet I'm afraid that if I do, he'll turn into a blister.
As my heart swayed gently in the descent, the eyes of the woman in Xie Jinhui's painting came to mind.
I think that at this moment I have become those pairs of longing eyes, painting the world with yearning.
Xie Jinhui's slightly pale lips curved slightly, and his previously furrowed brows relaxed.
He shimmered with celestial light and reached out his hand to me.
And I, too, gladly raised my hands.
Xie Jinhui lowered his head, his eyes filled with my weariness and tenderness.
His hands gripped my waist tightly as he whispered softly.
"From now on, with your husband here, you can relax and do nothing."
As he spoke, he kissed my forehead while I was still dazed and thrilled, oblivious to the world around me.
I felt as if, within my sea of consciousness, dragons roared and phoenixes howled, and the vast ocean was swept by whirlwinds.
Immediately afterwards, the immortal body surged through all its meridians like a rainbow, filling every single meridian.
Even my damaged soul lock and the scorched parts of my origin have been completely repaired, leaving a clear and tranquil scene.
My mind, which had been in a daze, regained its clarity.
Xie Jinhui has placed the refined dragon seal within my divine consciousness!
Suddenly I looked up, and my lips accidentally brushed against his chin.
Bang!
What should I do? I stared into his eyes and pretended to faint instantly.
I buried my head in his shoulder and neck; that familiar scent truly put me at ease.
Feeling at ease, she nestled in his arms and fell asleep.
*
After that day, many immortals decided to seek out immortal partners and embark on a long immortal journey together.
Countless immortal couples, after joining hands, willingly gave up three thousand years of immortal power each to exchange for a youthful and beautiful appearance at the Palace of the True Beauty Fairy.
Thus, a new trend swept through the celestial realm: immortal couples traveling together, fairies with beautiful faces, and immortal lords with unparalleled beauty.
It is said that the old men in the Discipline Hall not only did not object to this, but also said that this was the true style of ancient times.
Fellow cultivators often join hands to help me and Xie Jinhui complete the thirty-three realms of the Non-Void Mountain.
They imitated the scene of us descending from the sky after our success, a scene they described as one of exquisite love and tenderness.
Some of the immortal friends had back problems, but before they even started massaging their backs, the Twelve Fairies of True Beauty had already taken photos of Mo Xu Chen Yuan in the latest photo-capture basin.
Of course, it wasn't a wasted trip. Hehe.
I heard that this kind of place was called a "check-in spot" in a mortal world a long time ago or sometime in the future.
In short, a disaster of unknown cause came to an end.
It was also announced from the Purple Palace that the investigation into the cause of the collapse of Fei Kong Mountain was underway, and that other immortals would not need to intervene.
Actually, I felt a little embarrassed that day when I set up a special barrier to restrain Emperor Shengcheng.
However, the messenger from the Purple Palace came specifically to tell me that the Holy Emperor Sheng Sheng was grateful for my good intentions that day.
When Fei Kong Mountain collapsed, he was extremely anxious, but he managed to suppress his attempt to break through the barrier, all thanks to me.
Would the Heavenly Emperor Shengsheng, such a heartless and emotionless ruler, be so anxious? I have my doubts, but in that situation, anyone would be anxious.
Not necessarily. Take Zu Jun for example; he simply stayed out of it, remaining aloof and indifferent in the abyss of ignorance.
I wonder if he saw how his son Xie Jinhui bravely saved the world and almost destroyed his own family?
I don't know! But the Ancestor must understand everything, otherwise Xie Jinhui would have been blamed instead of praised by the Ancestor after returning to Moxu Chenyuan.
Xie Jinhui later told me that Zu Jun directly threw a bolt of lightning at him and sighed heavily.
"My son, your methods are still not enough. You still need a young girl to back you up."
"Come on, starting today, keep practicing diligently, and try to do it all by yourself next time."
Oh dear, he's thinking about next time! You're so great, but why didn't you step up this time?
I want to be angry, but the Ancestor did indeed cultivate a savior god for the immortal realm.
I can't really criticize it, but I still have to complain a little. After all, that deity is someone I care about extremely, very much...
Um……
I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, after Xie Jinhui took me back to Qunshan Garden after I came down from the sky that day, I have been sleeping ever since.
I've only been awake for less than a day and a half now.
I feel like I might be falling behind the trends in the immortal realm, because I had just come out of my secluded retreat when I encountered the major event of using the Soul Lock.
He had been unaware of the affairs of the immortal realm for nearly fourteen years at that time. How long has he been asleep now?
Mu Zhu counted on his fingers, trying to scare me for a long time, and then told me it had only been three years.
Oh, three years, three years is like seventeen years of life flowing by in the blink of an eye for me.
Will I no longer be the most beautiful and favored goddess in the celestial realm?
Just thinking about it makes me upset.
What terrified me even more was that I discovered the hills had disappeared.
Mu Zhu laughed at me for this.
"Yuan'e, are you stupid? Your children have been taken away by their father."
I stared at her blankly for a while, and then I realized a real problem.
That is, how should I tell Xie Jinhui?
"Let's try to untie the knot of affection, and then, let's try..."
Thinking about this, I unconsciously covered my face.
However, Mu Zhu advised me that one day I should ask the Heavenly Emperor for a reward, and maybe I could become an emperor like Qing Ting. Then I could marry Mo Xu Chen Yuan and have a status equal to Xie Jin Hui.
I don't know what to say. If I go to the Purple Palace, what can the Heavenly Emperor bestow upon me?
Isn't this yet another joyous occasion to be announced using the winding lotus path? The goddess Yuan'e is the future empress of the Heavenly Emperor.
Before this matter is finalized, I absolutely cannot walk into a trap.
I need to figure out how I've struggled before I say anything more.
Of course, I definitely need to ask Xie Jinhui about his situation.
“I don’t know!” Mu Zhu shook his head and sighed, “Since you fell into slumber, Lord Xie, you have never left the Moxu Dust Abyss.”
"What if I wake up?" I asked her, my mind not quite right...
Mu Zhu scoffed at me.
"I don't know either; that's between the two of you."
She cracked the melon seeds more frequently than raindrops, then casually tossed the shells into the incense burner.
I stared helplessly at the wisteria-covered ceiling.
"Mu Zhu, have you been waking me up for the past three years by burning melon seed shells as incense?"
Mu Zhu brought over a large bowl of melon seeds, handed it to me, and then took it back.
"It's not waking you up, it's making you cry with craving."
Mu Zhu and I sat cross-legged on the bed, cracking melon seeds for a while, listening to her say that these melon seeds had an extraordinary origin.
These were the first batch of melon seeds, brimming with immortal power, that Master planted in a place in the mortal realm that had been reborn after a great calamity.
I wondered, has my master changed careers and become a farmer instead of collecting scraps?
Mu Zhu said no. Since the calamity of Fei Kong Mountain, many immortals in the celestial realm have taken on the task of helping different worlds in the lower realms to restore, rebuild, or transform.
So it's not that gods don't want to do their old jobs anymore, but rather that land, food, and believers are needed first...
As they steadily progressed, the immortals became increasingly well-rounded and proficient in everything they did.
Knowing that my master and most of my fellow cultivators were safe and sound brought me comfort.
However, every disaster brings sacrifices, and many immortals were swept up in it as some of the illusory mountains disappeared.
This dissipation is not death. If one day the belief in that Void Realm Mountain is rebuilt, the immortals may be able to return.
Therefore, I understand why culture, principles, and trends in the world always repeat themselves in cycles.
It turns out that it was to awaken the gods who had been lost there and to open a path for them to return home.
Although Mount Xujing is a reflection of Mount Feikong and its essence is nothingness, when there is too much nothingness, and beliefs become as intricate as a net, it becomes a barrier between the world and the immortals that needs to be maintained but is difficult to break free from.
Mu Zhu pointed to the Butterfly Dream Bell left by my master next to my pillow.
She said her master specifically instructed her to pay attention to it after she woke up.
In this way, I learned a lot about the immortal realm from Mu Zhu, including information about the thirteen years I spent in seclusion.
However, when I think back to that time, Mu Zhu's impression is not deep, so I just give a brief summary.
"During that period, everything was peaceful and uneventful."
In any case, the immortal realm has returned to peace, so let bygones be bygones for the troubles and doubts of the past.
As the morning glow rose again over the mountain garden, I gazed for a while at the dried-up pots and the portraits inside them on the table.
I made a decision.
So, the next moment I appeared in front of the matchmaker and "robbed" him again.
The matchmaker was very enthusiastic this time. When I said it was robbery, he insisted on refusing and saying it was a loan.
Before leaving, he whispered something to himself.
“Goddess Yuan’e, the Celestial Realm is not what it used to be. Now there are many rules and strict regulations.”
"Whatever the goddess Yuan'e wants, it's best to say you're borrowing it."
Oh, then I have to thank him, this kind-hearted victim.
When I left, he was still stroking his beard, which was tied with a red thread, hahaha.
It's as if my intentions are completely transparent...
As I stood atop the Xuan Guan Tower, I discovered that the wind direction today was extremely favorable to my plans.
The wind blows towards Mount Feikong, and my heart drifts towards a corner of a cloud.
I think I need to express my sincerity first before we can continue.
Of course, I also suspect that if I didn't do this, that formless and intangible ancestral ruler wouldn't have let him go so easily.
Otherwise, even though I'm awake, I still...
Why isn't he here yet!
I took out the winding lotus flower I had borrowed from the matchmaker, and pointed the trumpet-shaped opening towards the entrance of the ancestral home.
I took a deep breath and glanced down at the ethereal immortals passing by in a dense crowd.
If this were in the past, they would have been the drumbeats that made me want to give up, dense and numerous.
But things are different now. I want the gods to witness that I, the goddess Yuan'e, am doing just that.
I took a deep breath and aimed at the point in the sky that I had been longing for.
I shouted with joy.
"Xie Jinhui, I miss you."
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