Chapter 59: Liao Liao's life was smooth sailing, free from illness and disaster.
The aura of former Sect Master Mu of the Tianyan Sect...
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran originally intended to go to the border to help defend against the demons, but they got lost along the way.
Just then, Song Anran remembered the inherited spiritual artifact she had obtained in the Linglang Secret Realm.
"It clearly said that it could point people in the right direction, but I didn't expect that the direction it pointed in was the future." Song Anran looked helplessly at the compass in her hand.
"The direction of the future?" Fu Yunyao repeated softly.
Jiang Wanyi explained, "We were projected into an image by this magical artifact, where we saw the fallen sect leader, Master Mu."
"Its final instruction was for us to go to Beihai, but neither my senior sister nor I knew the exact location of Beihai, and no one we asked was willing to tell us," Song Anran continued, picking up where she left off.
"Sister Yao, are you also going to Beihai?"
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran's clear and bright eyes were full of anticipation.
Fu Yunyao touched the soul bell on her wrist and sighed softly.
"Remember to stay close to me."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wan's eyes crinkled with joy, "Sister Yao is the best!"
...
The surface of the North Sea is even calmer than that of the South China Sea; the deep blue water is as still as a stagnant pool.
Under the moonlight, it glowed with a faint blue luminescence, beautiful and alluring.
Jiang Wan reached out her hand, and the fluorescent light fell on her fingertips. She began to introduce herself.
"Sister Yao, these glowing lights are produced by the Spirit Gathering Jade Stones at the bottom of the sea. The Spirit Gathering Jade Stones are very beautiful and are perfect for making accessories."
Song Anran, listening from the side, felt a headache coming on. "Spirit Gathering Jade is an excellent material for forging spiritual weapons. How can it be used to make accessories? Moreover, Spirit Gathering Jade only grows in the Myriad Souls Abyss deep in the North Sea. It is not only rare but also hard to come by. It would be too wasteful to use it to make accessories."
"Who said that?" Jiang Wanyi retorted. "Didn't my senior brother bring back a piece of spirit-gathering jade from the North Sea a while ago and make it into a jade pendant? How could it be as dangerous as you say?"
Fu Yunyao paused in her search of the surrounding footprints. "He's been to Beihai?"
“Hmm.” Jiang Wan nodded. “However, when my senior brother went back, he was seriously injured. Master was very angry about it. As a result, a few days later, my senior brother left the sect again and came back with a body full of injuries.”
Song Anran also said, "When we left the sect, our senior brother seemed to be still unconscious. I don't know how he is now."
Fu Yunyao's fingers tightened slightly as she thought of the jade pendant in his palm in the illusion of Baiyujing.
A jade pendant exactly the same as the one he gave her many years ago...
"Sister Yao, how are we going to get down?" Jiang Wanyi's voice brought her back to her senses.
Looking at the calm sea, Song Anran was somewhat doubtful. "The Abyss of Ten Thousand Souls is in the deepest part of the North Sea. Do we really have to swim down there?"
Fu Yunyao did not answer; she lifted her foot and stepped into the sea.
Strangely, the seawater seemed to avoid her, spreading out to both sides without even wetting the hem of her clothes.
Jiang Wanyi/Song Anran: ?
"So you were supposed to walk down?"
Fu Yunyao glanced at them sideways. "Are you going to come together, or wait here?"
Jiang Wan snapped out of her daze and quickly took out several water-repelling beads from her Qiankun bag.
"Sister Yao..."
"No need." Fu Yunyao did not take it. She reached out and let the Dust Sword appear in her palm.
It trembled slightly, and the spiritual energy on the sword surrounded her, coating her clothes with a waterproof layer.
Song Anran was utterly amazed, "Sword cultivators are truly powerful!"
Fu Yunyao did not correct him. After confirming that they were ready, she sank into the sea first.
Seeing this, Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran also followed them into the sea.
The deep sea was dark, but the dust sword gleamed, illuminating their path.
After an unknown amount of time, a broken ravine appeared before them.
Below was pitch black, with specks of firefly light floating upwards from the depths.
"So beautiful..." Jiang Wanyi couldn't help but exclaim.
Looking at the abyss where the situation was unknown, Song Anran asked, "Should we go down?"
Fu Yunyao actually wanted them to stay where they were and wait for her, but then she thought of Shi Yubai, who had disappeared in the North Sea.
They were, after all, Jiang Wanyin's fellow disciples. If something were to happen to them, she would probably be heartbroken.
Fu Yunyao felt somewhat helpless. She had already brought the person here; she couldn't let something happen to them right in front of her.
"After we get down there, stay close to me. If anything happens, run immediately, understand?"
"Um!"
"good."
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran readily agreed.
As she entered the abyss, Fu Yunyao suddenly sensed something was wrong.
The stone walls of the abyss were covered with dark blue spirit-gathering jade stones, and specks of firefly light spread and scattered around them.
At the very bottom of the abyss, a stream flows quietly.
Calm and peaceful.
"Why are there so many spirit-gathering jade stones here?" Jiang Wanyi looked at the jade stones covering the stone wall and wondered. "However, they are not quite the same as the one my senior brother brought back."
no the same……
A thought flashed through Fu Yunyao's mind. She looked at Song Anran, who was about to touch the jade on the stone wall, and stopped her, "Don't touch it!"
"Huh?" Song Anran was stunned for a moment. His fingertip hovered half an inch in front of the jade. The next moment, the jade, which had been quietly glowing, suddenly emitted a black mist.
Song Anran: !
Even before Fu Yunyao's sword energy arrived, a burst of golden light appeared.
The golden light protected Song Anran and forced back the black mist that was attacking him.
Fu Yunyao paused slightly in her sword grip as she watched the golden light protecting the boy slowly fall back onto the wooden plaque at his waist.
The simple wooden sign had only three characters engraved on it.
"Endless Sect"
Song Anran patted her chest, still feeling a bit shaken, "Thank goodness for Master's wooden plaque..."
Jiang Wanyi, who had rushed over from the other side, looked Song Anran around to make sure he wasn't covered in any remnants of the dead, and was about to reprimand him.
Then they heard Fu Yunyao ask softly from the side.
The sound was very soft, as if it might dissipate into the air at any moment.
She asked.
"Can the wooden plaque of the Endless Sect protect you?"
“Yes.” Jiang Wanyi felt that her expression seemed a little strange. “This is a wooden plaque that Master specially prepared to prevent us from encountering danger when we go out. It will be triggered whenever there is a life-threatening situation.”
Are they all the same for everyone?
Song Anran replied, "Mine and my senior sister's are the same, but it seems my senior brother doesn't have one."
He didn't pay attention to Fu Yunyao's last sentence; she closed her eyes.
“Sister Yao…” Jiang Wanyi observed her expression and tried to speak.
Fu Yunyao breathed a sigh of relief, "It's alright, it's all in the past."
As she said this, she slowly walked down into the stream.
As Jiang Wanyi watched her retreating figure, she sensed that she seemed somewhat sad.
The calm stream was suddenly shrouded in black mist the moment Fu Yunyao approached, and the fireflies in the sky gradually swallowed the figure in white.
Fu Yunyao stood in the center of the black mist.
They separated into wisps of black energy, which swirled around her.
This place is filled with the remnants of souls that cannot be reborn in the afterlife.
They are trapped in an endless abyss, they resent every free and pure soul, and feed on them to express their anger.
Fu Yunyao listened to their cries, wails, and roars in her ears.
They tried to penetrate her body and seize her soul.
The Dust-Slaying Sword in his hand hummed, and the Soul Spirit on his wrist trembled violently, emitting rapid ringing sounds.
Fu Yunyao thought she should shatter these dead souls that were trying to corrupt her soul.
She slowly raised her hand, the sword light swirling, and specks of frost falling.
The moment the sword intent spread, amidst countless roars and shouts, she heard the sobbing of a child.
The sword intent stagnated, and finally dissipated.
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes, and among the thousands of dead souls, she saw the infant still in swaddling clothes.
She lay in a pool of blood, with a cold corpse beside her.
She reached out her hand, as if trying to grab something.
A pale blue glow fell on her fingertips. She opened her eyes, her pupils reflecting the Milky Way.
Fu Yunyao walked to her side and used the Dust Sword Qi to force back the dead souls that tried to approach them.
She knelt beside the baby girl, her fingertips falling into her tiny palm.
She thought of some very long-ago memories.
"I found you on the border of the Demon Realm. At that time, you were lying in a pool of blood, with only your eyes filled with starlight, innocent yet clear."
Fu Yunyao looked up and saw the old monk slowly appearing. He carried a completely black sword on his back and stopped in front of the baby girl.
He bent down, his fingertips reaching through her body to cradle the baby girl in his arms.
“I felt then that we were destined to be together, so I kept you by my side and called you Liao Liao.”
"The past is over, there's no need to recall it anymore. I'll just call you 'that's all.'"
His voice matched the voice in his memory.
Fu Yunyao stood up.
"This is my first time raising a child, and you're so sickly. Every time you get sick, you don't cry or fuss. You just snuggle in my arms and look at me with those feverish, slightly delirious eyes."
She watched as the old monk frantically cared for the tiny, fragile baby girl.
"I still remember the scene when you first learned to walk and toddled towards me. At that time, I thought to myself, I hope I can always be with you."
As Fu Yunyao watched the little girl grow up, she sat on a chair specially made for her by the old monk, who then held a tree branch and practiced sword moves in the courtyard.
"I don't know if you can understand those sword moves."
He lay in the simple room, sighing softly.
"Liao Liao, you're so smart, you'll definitely understand, right? Remember what I told you..."
Fu Yunyao stood in front of his bed, with a five-year-old girl standing beside her.
With their heads bowed and their eyes looking up, their gazes fell upon the old monk on the bed, whose lifespan was nearing its end.
His lips moved slightly, as if every word he uttered had exhausted all his strength.
He said.
"No matter what you encounter in the future, remember to look forward."
"The past is past, there's no need to recall it."
He slowly raised his hand, his withered palm landing on the girl's hair.
"I only hope that your life will be smooth and free from disasters and illnesses."
"..."
The rising of tiny, shimmering fireflies is dazzling and magnificent.
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes, watching the old monk and the little girl slowly disappear before her.
The pale blue fireflies landed on her, gently brushed through her hair, and finally drifted slowly into the distance.
The fireflies dispersed the countless vengeful spirits, and they returned to peace and docility.
"May your life be smooth and free from disasters and illnesses..." she repeated softly.
Reaching out, I couldn't grasp a handful of fireflies.
Frost forms on the still water, and a chill spreads. Frost flowers bloom on the seabed, and ice flowers grow across the rocky walls of the abyss.
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes, her divine mark flashing.
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Author's Note: Yu Yu: Of course, what's given out has to be the best!
Yu Yu didn't show up again today.
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