Stepping into the once-glorious palace of the Spirit Lord, Chu Chu felt as if she had traveled through the mists of time and space, a mixture of curiosity and indescribable awe. The Chongming bird clan had been renowned for their transcendental aesthetics since ancient times, and this palace before her was undoubtedly the pinnacle of their artistic achievement, a breathtaking sight.
The sunlight shines through the exquisite glazed tiles, casting mottled shadows, covering the ancient palace with a layer of dreamy gauze.
The overall layout of the palace is rigorous yet elegant, as if it is a masterpiece of the perfect combination of nature and artificial intelligence.
The main hall stands majestically, and the carved beams and painted buildings reveal an inviolable solemnity. This is the intersection of power and wisdom. Every stone slab and every pillar seems to be telling the glory and stories of the past.
Following Lan Feng's familiar guidance, the group slowly passed through the winding corridors. The scenery on both sides resembled a series of flowing landscape paintings, with both the exquisite pavilions and towers and the lively flowing water under the small bridges, which was refreshing. Lan Feng introduced them as they walked, his tone full of pride and admiration: "Spirit Lord, this Spirit Lord Palace was your former residence."
Chuchu nodded: "Yeah, okay."
In a blink of an eye, the group arrived at the bedroom. Compared to the main hall, the bedroom was a bit more cozy and private. The air was filled with a light incense, which made people slow down their pace and even breathe more gently.
Just as Chu Chu was immersed in this tranquility and beauty, Lan Feng's voice broke the silence: "Ling Jun, please look at this portrait."
Chuchu looked in the direction of Lan Feng's finger and saw a huge portrait hanging in the center of the bedroom. The woman in the painting was stunningly beautiful, and the temperament revealed in her eyes and eyebrows was strikingly similar to Chuchu, as if she had been reflected from another time and space. The woman was sitting or standing, in different postures, but each painting was lifelike, as if it could capture her most moving moments.
The use of colors in the painting is extremely sophisticated. It is bright and vivid, yet also elegant and refined. Once you take a look at it, you can't take your eyes off it.
"This... is this me?" Chuchu's voice trembled slightly. She had never imagined that she would bear such a striking resemblance to the person in the painting. Lan Feng smiled and nodded, a gentle light glimmering in his eyes. "Yes, Lingjun. This is you."
Complex emotions surged in Chuchu's heart. She walked slowly forward, her fingertips gently sliding across the delicate border of the portrait. The eyes in the picture seemed to penetrate thousands of years of time, resonating with her in a subtle way.
She turned to look at Lan Feng, her eyes gleaming with gratitude and a hint of subtle doubt: "Lan Feng, have you ever heard whether Ling Jun has a twin sister?"
Lan Feng smiled gently upon hearing this. He shook his head and spoke in a firm and sincere tone, "Spirit Lord, you are our only Spirit Lord. There is no such thing as twin sisters. Perhaps because you suddenly disappeared for a thousand years, some speculation and legends have spread among the clan, but please believe us, we still firmly believe that you will return."
Chuchu nodded gently. Although the doubt in her heart had not completely dissipated, she was more reminiscing about the past and thinking about the current situation. She stared at the portrait again, the mixture of awe and curiosity intensifying. However, she knew that the most important thing at this moment was to save Lu Chenguang.
"Lan Feng, I remember that before I left Jiayang Mountain, I had a token. It was given to me personally by Tianjun Rong Lin. Do you know where it is now?"
Hearing this, Lan Feng immediately recalled that dusty memory. He quickly walked to the bedside, gently opened an ancient box, and took out a token emitting a faint glow. He held it in both hands and respectfully handed it to Chu Chu: "Ling Jun, is this the token you are referring to?"
Chuchu took the token and examined it carefully. Although she had never seen the real thing before, a sense of familiarity came over her. She nodded and hung the token around her waist, as if she had found a lost part of herself.
"You guys step back first. I need some time to rest and adjust." Chu Chu ordered softly. Her tone revealed unquestionable majesty, but also a hint of fatigue.
With the token in hand, Chuchu knew she had to return to the Celestial Realm as soon as possible and head to the Treasure Pavilion to search for the secret method to rescue Lu Chenguang. Within that ancient pavilion lay the countless artifacts and tomes left behind by Lu Chenguang after he became a Celestial Monarch. Each one could hold the key to resolving his predicament.
However, she also knew that the bird tribe would have some concerns about her departure. These loyal birds had waited for thousands of years to find her, and their reluctance and worry were understandable.
Lan Feng's eyes flickered with mixed emotions upon hearing this: joy at a long-awaited reunion, yet also a sense of nostalgia for the passing years. He slowly stepped back, performed a standard formality, and softly replied, "Yes, Lord Ling. Your subordinates will withdraw immediately. If you require anything, simply give us a command, and we will fight to the death."
Chuchu stared at the closed door, a mixture of emotions welling up in her heart. A thousand years had passed, and to her, it seemed like just one long dream. When she woke up, everything had changed, and everyone had changed. Only her concern and worry for Lu Chenguang, like an unforgettable scar, remained, undimmed.
She gently stroked the heavy token around her waist, and an inexplicable power surged in her heart, which came from Lu Chenguang's trust and expectations.
She turned and walked to the window, gazing at the lush green forest outside, and began to think about her next move.
She returned to the heaven to look for the secret method in the Treasure House. This was not only to save Lu Chenguang, but also to regain the memory of her original god.
What exactly happened thousands of years ago?
"Looks like I need to plan carefully," Chuchu muttered to herself, her eyes gradually becoming determined. She knew that it would be difficult to break through the layers of protection of the bird tribe on her own, and she had to use wits instead of force.
In the following days, Chuchu began to appear frequently in various occasions of the bird tribe. Whether it was sacrificial ceremonies or daily work, she could be seen busy at work.
With her approachable attitude, she patiently listened to the voices of every bird tribe member, and with her wisdom and gentleness, she gradually won everyone's trust and respect.
Finally, she proposed to temporarily leave for a period of time. She finally found a suitable time and made her request to Lan Feng, Lan Ying and the other bird elders: "I know you all love me deeply, but the Demon Lord's plight is a great disaster for the Heaven Realm. As a Spirit Lord, how can I sit idly by? I have found a way to rescue him, but I need to return to the Heaven Realm's Treasure House to investigate. Please rest assured that when I return, I will bring more blessings to Jiayang Mountain. Moreover, I must recover my lost memories!"
Faced with Chuchu's sincere request and firm determination, Lan Feng and the other elders were silent for a moment. Finally, Lan Feng slowly spoke, "Spirit Lord, your righteousness is unwavering, and we will certainly obey. But please be careful, Spirit Lord. We, the Bird Tribe, will always be your strongest support."
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