Chapter 678 Si Ling
Yun Qingqing stepped into the palace gate and saw a deep corridor in front of her.
The stone walls on both sides were inlaid with dim night pearls, dimly illuminating the way ahead. The footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, appearing particularly clear.
After walking about a hundred steps, Yun Qingqing suddenly stopped.
The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.
The space inside the palace suddenly twisted and changed, and the surrounding walls dissolved and dissipated like running water.
Yun Qingqing's expression froze, and she immediately steadied herself, gathering a ray of golden light at her fingertips to protect her body.
In a moment, she was standing in a void of grey space, with a few vague lights and shadows vaguely visible in the distance.
The air was filled with strange fluctuations of spiritual energy, sometimes like a spring breeze, sometimes like a bone-chilling winter cold.
There was a clear light in Yun Qingqing's eyes as she glanced around. Suddenly, her expression paused slightly and her eyes became a little complicated.
She stood there, looking down at a causal line that had appeared on her body at some point. She was silent for a long time before she pinched her fingers, raised her head and walked in one direction.
With every step you take, the surrounding scenery keeps changing. Sometimes paper cranes appear flying in the sky, sometimes upside-down buildings emerge, and suddenly there are a few blurry figures walking in the distance.
Yun Qingqing paused slightly. Those figures, wearing costumes from two thousand years ago, appeared and disappeared, and then gradually disappeared into thin air.
After walking about a hundred steps forward, the gray fog in front of us suddenly dissipated, and an open lake appeared in front of us.
There is a huge full moon above your head, casting silver light on the entire lake, making it sparkle. A breeze blows, causing tiny ripples on the lake surface, and the air is filled with rich spiritual energy.
In the center of the lake, there is a small island, and on the island there is a tiny figure.
It was a little girl, no more than six or seven years old, sitting quietly with her eyes closed. She was wearing a sky-blue dress and had incredibly long black hair that fell behind her like a waterfall, forming a large patch. The moonlight cast a layer of silver light on her.
Yun Qingqing's heart suddenly skipped a beat, her steps stopped unconsciously, and her fingertips curled up subconsciously.
The little girl seemed to realize something and slowly opened her eyes.
Those eyes were extremely beautiful, but the pupils were silver-white like moonlight, and their gaze was fixed on the void, without focus.
She sat there quietly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, forming a shallow arc.
"Xiao Ling'er..." Yun Qingqing looked a little dazed and spoke softly.
The girl's aura and causal lines were so eye-catching that Yun Qingqing could no longer believe it, nor could she deny the fact before her.
Her youngest apprentice, Si Ling.
Still alive.
"Master, you are finally here."
The girl tilted her head slightly, her voice was childish and shallow, and her pair of silver eyes, as bright as the bright moon, were empty.
Yun Qingqing's expression stiffened slightly, she tiptoed over the lake, squatted in front of Si Ling, and gently held her hand.
Those hands were as cold as jade, as if they had been soaked in a thousand years of moonlight.
As soon as she entered this space, she realized that she had entered a small world, and the atmosphere here was so familiar that she could hardly believe it at the time.
Until I saw the living little disciple appear before me.
It is not reincarnation, nor is it spiritual consciousness, but the real body of the little disciple, right in front of him.
"Your eyes..." Yun Qingqing's voice was low and hoarse, and there seemed to be sand grit in her throat.
Si Ling's lips curved up, his silver eyes reflecting the broken moon in the center of the lake: "It's just a small price, don't worry, Master."
The words were as light as a piece of snow falling on the lake, but they caused the spiritual energy around them to stagnate.
Golden light flowed in Yun Qingqing's palm, and the spiritual power she was exploring just touched Si Ling's meridians, and it was like falling into an icy cave.
Two thousand years ago, the world's spiritual energy began to dissipate, and practitioners perished one after another. However, Si Ling has managed to hold on until now. The price he paid was definitely more than just a pair of eyes.
This small body is covered with dense cracks caused by the backlash of heaven.
She suddenly remembered the strange fluctuations of spiritual power she felt when she stepped into the gray fog. It turned out that was the vitality that escaped from the small world as it slowly disintegrated.
“Two thousand years…” Yun Qingqing gathered the long hair that fell to the lake surface. The hair was entangled with tiny cracks in time and space. Her voice became increasingly hoarse. “You have transformed yourself… into an anchor for your small world.”
The island in the middle of the lake suddenly trembled, and the moonlight in the sky condensed into solid silver chains, which gathered at the back of Si Ling.
The girl raised her face, and her empty silver eyes met Yun Qingqing's distressed gaze.
"It will be worth it if you wait till you meet the Master."
"Nonsense!" Yun Qingqing suddenly hugged the little girl into his arms, and golden light suddenly surged from his palm, trembling as it touched her back.
Under the sky-blue dress, star fragments were embedded in each vertebrae. This small world was based on the body's bones and the soul's dome. Once its owner could no longer hold on, it would completely collapse and dissipate, without even the chance of reincarnation.
"Master...don't frown, I'm fine..."
Si Ling placed his cold fingers between Yun Qingqing's brows and spoke softly.
"Just, a little sleepy..."
Yun Qingqing closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and gently held her head in her arms, saying softly:
"Go to sleep, everything is for the teacher."
Hearing this, the girl leaned into her arms and closed her eyes peacefully.
Yun Qingqing slowly laid Si Ling flat on the small island in the middle of the lake, and the moonlight flowed like water on the girl's pale cheeks.
She raised her hand and condensed a ray of golden light, outlining a complex array pattern in the void. Every stroke was accompanied by star-like fragments of light.
"Fix the soul." Yun Qingqing shouted softly, and the first array pattern penetrated into Si Ling's heart.
The lake surface suddenly became windless and ripples spread out with the island as the center.
Yun Qingqing's sleeves fluttered, and the second array pattern turned into a golden chain that wrapped around Si Ling's slender wrist. Ancient inscriptions appeared on the chain, which turned into tiny spots of light and seeped into the blood the moment they touched the skin.
"Firm pulse."
The third array pattern was the most complicated. Yun Qingqing bit her fingertips and used blood as a guide. The blood beads floated in the air and differentiated into nine red jade-like talismans, which fell on Si Ling's brows, throat, heart, and vital points on his limbs in turn.
When the last talisman fell, the moonlight on the entire lake trembled, and countless points of light rose from the lake and gathered around Si Ling like fireflies.
"Seal the sky."
The formation was completed, and a faint golden light floated around Si Ling, and the cracks temporarily stopped spreading.
Yun Qingqing let out a long sigh, her back was soaked with sweat. This formation consumed the only ten percent of her remaining spiritual power in her sea of energy.
The formation on Si Ling's chest lit up with a soft golden light, slowly gathering the power of the entire space.
The small world suddenly made a humming sound and began to collapse rapidly. The broken star fragments and drifting moonlight turned into fine silver threads and returned to Si Ling's body one by one.
The surrounding scenery gradually became blurred.
When the last wisp of gray fog dissipated, Yun Qingqing was already standing in the palace of the Tianyi Sect's forbidden area.
The candlelight flickered in the hall, illuminating the mottled stone walls. The little girl lay quietly in the center of the hall, and the mark of the formation between her eyebrows gradually disappeared.
"Xiao Ling'er... your master will take you home."
Yun Qingqing held Si Ling in her arms and walked out of the hall.
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