Before Luo Jiujiang could tie the hair he had just pulled out into a knot, the entire environment receded like the tide. In just two breaths, the warm sunshine on the island, the flower trees like umbrellas and crowns, and the [Han Qianling] who fell limply to the ground disappeared without a trace like foam.
The hair in his hand also vanished along with the illusion. That brief moment of [Han Qianling] was like a big dream, leaving Luo Jiujiang with nothing.
On the contrary, all the memories that had been detained by this illusion before - all the memories after separating from Han Qianling and entering this deadly place - returned to his mind.
He had indeed noticed many things wrong with that [Han Qianling] just now, but that was only due to his understanding of Qianling, not because he remembered everything that happened after the competition.
At this moment, he finally knew where the strange and strong longing and concern he had just felt came from, and he also understood the reason for the youthful and unforgettable joy and love.
Qianling...
Luo Jiujiang sighed inwardly, and almost forced himself to turn his attention away, not wanting to dwell on this tenderness for too long.
After skillfully circulating his spiritual energy through his meridians for a full cycle and concluding the internal inspection of his Dantian, Luo Jiujiang confirmed that his internal injuries were almost healed. He then lowered his eyes and looked at himself.
Previously, Xie Chuncan had inscribed a tiny calligraphy called "Shu Qi" on his skin with blood, supposedly for healing. By the time he had enough strength to repeatedly scrape the clamshell-carved walls, the color of the calligraphy had faded. Now that the wound had mostly healed, the bloody words on his skin had become even more blurred and indistinct. At the current rate, it would only take two or three hours for these Shu Qi to be fully accomplished and retired.
Luo Jiujiang breathed a sigh of relief, his muscles slightly relaxed. As he opened his palm, a half-opened snow-white flower fell to the ground.
How did the flowers end up in his hands out of the blue?
Luo Jiujiang blinked and realized that there seemed to be something in the palm of his left hand.
He turned his hand over and took a look, and saw another half-opened rootless white flower.
"That's strange..." Luo Jiujiang's curiosity piqued, and he picked up the flower on the ground to compare them. Both flowers were the same pure white, half-closed, with a soft, smooth layer of petals. As if replicas, even the angle at which the buds opened was identical.
There were thousands of pure white flowers in the world, and Luo Jiujiang had memorized at least a hundred during the days when Luo Cang forced him to recite them. But Luo Jiujiang knew of only one that blossomed from the palm of his hand, with a gentle and restrained brilliance, and could produce two identical flowers.
Flower in the palm of your hand.
This flower was truly magical, and like the Mingyin conch Han Qianling had gifted him, it was nearly extinct. It was said that it could only germinate and bud in the palm of a person's hand, and that only the three purest people could fully open its petals. Legend had it that when the flower slowly opened within the palm of a person's hand, those who gazed upon it would witness the greatest beauty in the world.
The only individuals capable of causing it to bloom are newborn babies, highly accomplished monks, and unformed Nascent Souls. However, precisely because the conditions for flowering and fruiting are so demanding, the palm flower has another unique trait: when a cluster of palm flowers reaches a certain density, they will generate their own "purity" in order to thrive.
"If I can make this flower bloom halfway, it means that three of my six senses are pure. Even though I can't compare to a high monk, I can still be considered a great monk who has accumulated virtue over the years. It doesn't look bad at all." Luo Jiujiang smacked his lips.
The next moment he raised his head suddenly, his eyes widening instantly——
Because he suddenly understood what the round "black dust" as big as grains of sand that was suspended everywhere in the air here was.
These "dust" are the seeds of the flowers in the palm of your hand.
Even the seed in the ancient book that Luo Cang threw to him had no idea of its specific appearance.
After realizing this, Luo Jiujiang began to sweat. He now fully understood that the illusion he had just fallen into was not intentionally arranged by the owner of this place, but was simply due to the excessive density of palm flower seeds in this underground palace.
This flower "creates purity" on its own.
If a newborn baby, a blank slate, with no taste or experience of the world, is considered pure, then can a person whose memories have been washed away by layer upon layer of illusions be considered pure? If Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling hadn't spent years together day and night, and were too familiar with each other to have noticed something was wrong in just a brief conversation, he wouldn't have known what the outcome would be.
However... he and Xie Chuncan broke through the wall together. Now he is in the underground palace, so where is Xie Chuncan?
Luo Jiujiang immediately began to look around the underground stone palace, which had made him lose consciousness due to the illusion before he could even see it clearly.
The black seeds suspended in the air were too dense, so Luo Jiujiang flicked his sleeves to disperse them so that his vision would not be blocked too much.
As soon as he gathered his attention, Luo Jiujiang saw Xie Chuncan lying on the ground not far away. The three cuts on his wrists had healed slightly, but were still very obvious. One of the cuts was pressed under his neck, and the wound had opened again, revealing pink flesh and blood. The blood that flowed out even coagulated on his hair, but Xie Chuncan seemed unaware of it.
More than just being unaware, his expression at that moment was practically smiling. Although his eyes were tightly closed, a smile was plastered across his eyebrows and eyes, not to mention the corners of his lips that stretched almost to his ears. It was the first time in his life that Luo Jiujiang had seen someone smile so foolishly in their sleep.
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