Ancient ruins are undoubtedly the most direct and effective way to understand ancient secrets.

As long as the mystery of eternity has not been solved, no one from ancient times to the present has ever been able to truly understand the will of heaven and earth. Or maybe there are some, but no one knows where these people have gone.

All things in the world, including primates, practice in fear and trembling under the will of heaven and earth. Countless heavenly tribulations and punishments have caused countless powerful cultivators to lose their lives.

Some people have thought about it, some have tried to figure out why this is happening, but no one can explain it clearly.

Yang Zhen was not interested in this thing at all, but being uninterested was one thing. Waking up every day with a haze hanging over his head was another matter.

Ten thousand years have passed. Yang Zhen doesn't know whether the great catastrophe of the Shangheng period will come again, and what kind of horrible scene it will be when it comes. However, he doesn't want to be like those secret tribes and holy places of the Shangheng period, who sleep for ten thousand years.

This is fucking bullshit. After sleeping for 10,000 years, my brain must have gone crazy.

The next day was the time for the ancient ruins to be opened. That night, Yang Zhen was not with Hua Youyue, but was staring at Jianmao on the roof.

"Boy, why do I suddenly feel a little flustered about this trip to the ancient ruins?"

The mean cat frowned, even though it didn't have any brows.

Yang Zhen looked at Jianmao in surprise and said, "Do you feel the same way?"

The mean cat widened his eyes, cursed, and said, "Damn it, the atmosphere between heaven and earth has changed. Not only you and me, but everyone should have this feeling."

"Is the world really going to change?" Yang Zhen muttered to himself while looking at the stars in the sky. It was useless to ask such a question to a cheap cat.

Saoji didn't join in the conversation between the two. In fact, even if it wanted to talk, it couldn't join in. It took it a long time to utter two words. By the time it finished speaking, Yang Zhen and Jianmao had lost track of what the topic was.

The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen meanly and said, "You have planted a lot of karma for yourself. You have to be careful on this trip to the ancient ruins."

Yang Zhen nodded. The cycle of cause and effect is like retribution, it will always come. This saying exists even on the blue planet, but most of them seem illusory and are ignored by many people.

The world of cultivation is different. Every word and action can affect the future development of one's state of mind, so most people would rather live in confusion than say more things they don't understand, and even less willing to come into contact with more areas they don't understand.

Only in this way can you maintain a pure heart... In fact, it means being ignorant and incompetent!

The mystery of Shangheng has puzzled people for countless generations, but only a few have actually explored it. Madmen like Yang Zhen and Li Cangxu, let's call them madmen, have been watched by people in every era.

Yang Zhen didn't care. The excellence in nine years of compulsory education had given him an urge to get to the bottom of everything. This urge was in line with his nature.

Don’t care about life or death, just fight if you don’t agree.

Yang Zhen was very afraid of death, but instead of just going with the flow and living in a daze like everyone else, Yang Zhen would rather do something big and spectacular. Even if he died, at least he would have left some legends in this world.

Or it may become a topic of conversation for others after dinner, and they may just laugh it off or add some contemptuous words, but who the hell cares about that?

No one understood Yang Zhen's true thoughts deep down.

The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen hesitantly and asked, "What if the world really changes?"

Yang Zhen stood up, jumped off the roof, and said with a smile: "The sky has changed, what does this have to do with me, the Sao Saint Bird?"

The bitch cat was stunned, and looked at the bitch chicken, and they saw the disbelief in each other's eyes.

"Damn it, I knew it. This guy didn't take the ancient ruins seriously at all. The reason why this bastard entered the ancient ruins was probably because..."

The mean cat stretched himself and laughed strangely: "It's really... fun, playing with the heaven and earth, this kid is interesting!"

…

On the other side, Hua Youyue sat quietly on the bed and said, "Let's get started!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a white light suddenly flashed on Hua Youyue's body, and a figure appeared in front of her, as illusory as a shadow, yet lifelike. If there was someone in Hua Youyue's room, they would definitely be shocked. This figure was none other than Hua Youyue herself.

The figure had no flesh and blood, and seemed to be a spirit. He frowned and looked at Hua Youyue, and asked curiously: "The Three Flower Emperor Sutra is an ancient mental method, which is not suitable for cultivation in this world. The Three Flower Saint is an example. She was stubborn by nature, and eventually her soul was split into three flowers. If you can't continue to practice in the future, with your spirit... you can't even split your soul into three flowers."

Hua Youyue raised her head, glanced at the figure, and said, "What will happen then?"

"Death and disappearance!" the figure said lightly.

Hua Youyue smiled calmly, looked at the figure and said, "Do you know the difference between you and me?"

The figure was startled, showing an interested look, shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

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Hua Youyue took a deep breath and said, "I am luckier than you. As a human being, I have experienced joy, anger, sorrow, and even pain that you have never experienced. I knew from a young age that I was not myself. I could kill many people, but they were not my opponents, including my family members who wanted to force me to marry. But I didn't do that. After all, they adopted me, and I just watched my life develop quietly until I met him."

"Yang Zhen?" The figure flickered, appearing a little erratic.

Hua Youyue nodded and said, "His mind is actually very pure. His appearance completely freed me from the pain and made me become myself."

"It became you?" The figure looked at Hua Youyue with a flickering expression. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Obviously, you are more successful than her."

The figure's words were ambiguous.

Hua Youyue smiled and said, "I am just me, not her, nor you. I... am just his little girl."

The figure swayed and gradually became illusory. He spoke, "I should have disappeared, but my unwillingness made me become this kind of existence. This time, I can finally leave without regrets."

As he spoke, the figure suddenly disappeared, and a voice came slowly: "You really... don't want to accept my soul?"

A hint of darkness flashed across Hua Youyue's eyes. She shook her head and said, "I am who I am. If you can survive..."

"No, I'm going to die eventually." The figure smiled and said, "I envy you!"

Buzz! The figure completely disappeared and transformed into three small white flowers, slowly floating above Hua Youyue's head.

Hua Youyue murmured to herself: "If you deceive the heaven, I will accompany you!"

…

In the next room, Han Yan'er sat cross-legged with a starry sky above her head, but a look of pain appeared on her face.

Suddenly, the starry sky collapsed, Han Yan'er's whole body trembled, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and after opening her eyes, she murmured to herself: "Why can't I calculate it?"

(End of this chapter)