This time, Linghu Lan had experience and explained the previous steps and techniques to Shenji clearly. Shenji blushed deeply when he saw the embarrassing pictures on the screen.
"Did you draw these diagrams stroke by stroke?"
"Hmm! How is it? Is it 'realistic'?"
Shenji sighed, "So realistic!" What do I do when my wife knows more positions than I do? I feel instantly defeated.
Linghu Lan described the technique as extremely dangerous, so Shenji had to treat it with extreme caution. In particular, Linghu Lan studied the last move repeatedly. Last time, the two of them practiced the last move in reverse and died. This time, if they practiced it in the correct way, there shouldn't be any problem, right?
Thinking this through, Linghu Lan and Shenji began their cultivation methodically and unhurriedly. After a few days, they reached the final form. They exchanged a glance and solemnly continued their cultivation. This time, there was no pain whatsoever. Linghu Lan felt as if her soul had merged into Shenji's body, while Shenji's soul watched Linghu Lan's rich inner world with astonishment. Their souls flickered with mysterious runes, binding them tightly together.
Linghu Lan opened her mouth in delight, wanting to shout, "It worked!"
However, what she exhaled was a cluster of golden flames. She looked at Shenji in surprise, only to see that Shenji's eyes had already been ignited by the flames.
She made a lip shape: "Did it fail?"
"No, it worked!" Shenji moved his lips, but no sound came out.
"What's going on with these flames?"
Nirvana?
It seems that only this explanation makes sense. This time, the flames were clearly different from the previous two. This time, the flames were not painful, but rather a kind of pure and clear soul, as if removing impurities from the soul.
A moment later, Linghu Lan and Shenji vanished. Their clothes and jewelry showed no signs of burning, yet their bodies had truly disappeared. This was a strange occurrence.
Another strange thing is that the two did not burn to ashes, but instead produced a drop of golden liquid. The liquid slowly merged into the dual cultivation manual that Linghu Lan had personally drawn in her arms, and slowly formed eight characters on it: Nirvana Rebirth, Soul Reunion.
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Many years later.
When Meng Xiaofei returned from visiting relatives, she did not see her master and mistress. Instead, she found a pile of clothes, a dual cultivation technique, and a Divine Palace Token in the room where time seemed to have stood still.
A bad feeling welled up in Meng Xiaofei's heart. She looked around and didn't know of any other place besides Shenci Palace where she could seek help.
So, disregarding the fact that the Golden Skull's ancestor was in seclusion, she resolutely knocked on the door of the Divine Compassion Palace, forcefully waking the Golden Skull who was engrossed in cultivating immortality, and explained the whole story.
The golden skull frowned as he examined the two men's belongings and performed a divination. He said sadly, "There's no need to look anymore. Our master can no longer sense their presence in the world."
Meng Xiaofei was terrified: "Then...then doesn't this mean..."
The golden skull whispered, "Not necessarily! Life and death are hard to define. Look at our master, a mere skeleton, yet he still lives. Perhaps they have other destinies."
Meng Xiaofei looked at the things in her hands and remained silent, only able to offer her blessings in silence, wishing them that they would get what they wanted and that heaven would grant their wishes.
More than a hundred years later, the golden skeleton in the Divine Compassion Palace finally succeeded in advancing to the tenth rank. On that day, the wind and clouds reversed, and the rain began to gather. Countless people saw a huge purple thunderbolt in the sky and sighed that the matter of cultivating immortality was indeed mysterious, and there would always be people beyond people and heavens beyond heavens.
Not long after the emergence of the tenth-grade realm, the spiritual energy of the entire world gradually dissipated, and countless cultivators began to flood into the mortal realm. In the long period of time to come, they would gradually get used to life in the mortal realm, and the Divine Compassion Palace would once again begin its life of seclusion and strive to continue the secrets of the cultivation world, which is an epic of human cultivation.
Time flows on, and cycles repeat endlessly.
twenty three
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