"Master, why are you crying?" Ling Yi belatedly reached out and caught the tear.
Since arriving here, Wen Jingge has been distracted, often making requests that he cannot understand. He can clearly see himself now, but it is not him who is crying.
"Did I cry?" Wen Jingge rubbed her eyes, puzzled.
She didn't cry, but Ling Yi said she did.
"Yeah! Master's tears are practically up to my head," he muttered. "Even though I can't see Master."
"Ah!" he screamed.
Wen Jingge had already rolled Ling Yi to the side.
A ball of fire descended from the sky, rolling down right where the two of them had been standing.
The fire burned ever brighter and wider, as if it would burn away the entire underground forest composed of darkness and sorrow.
"Master..." Ling Yi covered his nose, but still couldn't help but choke on some dust.
"Master, what, what is that?"
"Can you still see those scenes now?"
"The scene? What scene? Oh, no, because Master on the altar has awakened. The first thing Master did upon awakening was to kill everyone present. The phoenix was the most seriously injured, but it was also the one that carried Master away."
Is the altar still there?
"Yes." Ling Yi seemed to understand what she was going to do. He pushed himself up from the ground and led Wen Jingge forward, but after only a few steps, they were blocked by something unseen. "Master..."
Where?
"Just keep going straight, it's only a few steps away."
"But you're not walking in a straight line."
These hibiscus trees, which have been dormant for tens of thousands of years, have not completely withered; even without light, they remain lush.
However, unlike the green of tender leaves, their leaves are jet black.
Dark Sorrow caught fire, and the leaves were quickly ignited.
The crackling noise was quite annoying.
Wen Jingge stared at the ball of fire without saying a word.
Ling Yi can see the memories sleeping here, and she can see the scenes that this body wants her to see.
The killing had died once, and this area didn't want her to see it. Did that mean that some things could only be accomplished better from a perspective she didn't know about?
"Master...I...did I see it wrong?" The scene he saw was different from what his master saw.
"No. The void rift is the intersection of two spacetimes. I just thought there would be something left for me here, but I didn't expect it to be memories left for you. Xiao Yi, who exactly are you?"
"I don't know!" Ling Yi was also very aggrieved. He was eager to defend himself and burst into tears: "Master, I really don't know. You, you have to believe me, okay... I, I didn't mean to get close to Master. Back then... it was Master who insisted that I join the sect."
"I never said I didn't believe you."
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
Ling Yi saw fire disguised as water; she saw the truth.
the truth……
"Gagaga..."
The cawing of crows came from afar; there was no way forward.
Wen Jingge was not proficient in some of the magic in this world, and the miraculous effects she created were only due to the nature of her body.
After all, none of the disciples she had mentored could achieve the same effect as her; indirect verbal stimulation was more effective than direct instruction.
“Master…” Ling Yi swallowed unconsciously.
Crows are not scary.
In some places, crows are considered auspicious, as they can remind people to avoid disasters; in other places, they are considered malevolent, because the arrival of crows brings no good fortune, and over time, crows have become known as harbingers of doom.
Ling Yi has never been afraid of crows.
Even his junior brother had a crow by his side, and just before, he had personally witnessed that the wings originally grew on his junior brother's back, and that his junior brother had personally removed the wings.
But at this moment, the cawing of the crows seemed like some kind of signal, making him uneasy.
"Master, please don't leave."
“You’ve said the same thing at least thirty times along the way.” Wen Jingge said expressionlessly, holding his hand and walking around the altar.
She couldn't see it, but the fire was like a mirror, reflecting the scene on this side.
It was only at this moment that Wen Jingge realized that she could see this place, but only the reflected light.
Unsurprisingly, she could pass through these flames unharmed, but Ling Yi could not.
"Xiao Yi!" she sighed, the small hand she was holding in her palm was sweaty and slippery like an eel trying to break free at any moment. "Who exactly are you?"
"Master, you've said this many times before." He followed Wen Jingge's footsteps, walking cautiously forward. "Master, there are fires everywhere here. Will the tree you're looking for still exist here?"
“We’re here.” Wen Jingge picked him up and jumped onto the altar.
Ling Yi was dumbfounded. "No, weren't we not supposed to be unable to go through? How, how did we get in so quickly?"
The flames were kept out, and the air here was not as scorching as outside; it was chillingly cold, making it feel like a completely different world compared to the outside.
"Master..."
“Look!” Wen Jingge pointed to the altar where they stood firmly, and a tender sprout emerged from the edge of the altar.
Next, these tiny buds sprouted all over the edge of the altar.
Time flies here. The little sprouts grow rapidly, and soon the altar they stand on is raised quite a bit.
"This...this altar is a tree?"
Ling Yi stared blankly at the tree branches growing at his feet. The steps around the altar were no longer visible, but the tree was still growing.
"How long can it grow?"
"Is it probably in the heavens?" Wen Jingge didn't know either.
The Fusang tree is a sacred tree; it grows in places where gods appear.
The killing was born from the Fusang tree.
After the war between the gods, the ladder connecting heaven and earth disappeared. Judging from the fake miracle guarded by Wen Xueshan, there was indeed such a tree that reached the heavens.
The dream of killing inspired her. She seemed to have nothing to do for half a day after waking up, but she was actually quite busy.
There were too many doubts, and she needed to verify too many things.
These are turbulent times, and if she leaves alone, and something happens to Xuan Yun Sect when she returns, she may not have the courage to continue the story.
“Master, I…” Ling Yi said eagerly, “I want to go to the heavens to take a look.”
"Aren't you afraid?" Wen Jingge looked at him with amusement.
Children are children; they cry one minute and laugh the next, their joys and sorrows are entirely at their own pace, free and unrestrained.
"Don't be afraid, Master. Master won't abandon me, right?"
People who clearly cannot see themselves.
Wen Jingge smiled and playfully pinched his nose. When the tree stopped growing, the magic zither carried her upwards.
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