Chapter 137 Those who peek into the secrets of heaven are ultimately fooled by them.
The night wind ruffled the boy's hair. He seemed to have forgotten how to move, his dark eyes fixed on the person in front of him who was still smiling as he watched him, the blood flowing incessantly.
The smile in his eyes vanished, his hand on the black sword loosened, Mao Qingyun's eyes gradually closed, and his body slowly fell backward.
Even as the sky was covered by clouds and the starlight thinned, the dark, sharp blade on its plump body remained motionless, firmly nailed to its original spot.
Yu Tianxing stood silently with his head bowed, as if he had lost all life. Ji Mingran turned to look at him, knowing that he was having difficulty extricating himself from his emotions, so he floated over to Mao Qingyun and squatted down to observe him carefully.
Even in death, a smile remained on his round, chubby face, more like a peaceful sleep than death itself.
Ji Mingran reached out to check his pulse; there was no pulse at all, indicating that he was indeed dead.
Her gaze returned to the dead man's curved lips, and she sneered, "Death is something you're happy with, isn't it?"
That's why he came all this way, taking Yu Tianxing's hate-filled blow without flinching or dodging, and then using all his remaining strength to press down the life-saving sword of the Mahayana cultivator, until he threw out an explosive message, and was satisfied to see Yu Tianxing happily face his death after suffering another severe blow.
Ji Mingran did not miss the fleeting sadness that crossed Mao Qingyun's eyes before she died.
Her heart was as still as water.
What is a trace of sorrow shown by an evildoer before death? It is merely a self-perceived liberation and a feeling of sympathy for those left behind in distress.
Ji Mingran curled his lip: "Hypocritical."
A faint breath brushed against the back of her neck.
A faint female voice sounded behind her: "You're right, junior sister."
Ji Mingran suddenly turned around.
In the dense, tall grass forest, behind her, a hazy, ethereal female cultivator appeared, smiling at her.
Chu Rangyue, the senior disciple of the Nameless Sect.
Ji Mingran tilted his head to one side and blinked slightly: "You can see me."
Chu Rangyue's expression softened as she said softly, "Yes, Junior Sister. I never imagined that we would meet under these circumstances."
Ji Mingran turned her head to look at Yu Tianxing, who remained silent with his head bowed, completely unaware of what was happening around them. Under the starry sky on the vast grassland, the three of them seemed to be in one place, but he alone was isolated.
"As expected." Chu Rangyue followed her gaze to Yu Tianxing, then turned back and said, "Junior sister, I just remembered that I've never seen you before."
The person speaking before her was ethereal and indistinct, much like herself in some ways. But Ji Mingran knew the two were not the same: "What are you?"
"Me?" Chu Rangyue, in her ethereal form, seemed to still be the senior sister who carefully looked after the younger generation, answering her bewildered junior sister's questions as if explaining, "This is his memory, and I am the image in his memory. At this time every year, I will appear in this form."
"You know this is a memory," Ji Mingran said warily. The person in the memory knew they were just a memory—what did that mean? Had they awakened from an illusion within a realm, and then developed consciousness?
"Hmm." Chu Rangyue parted her lips slightly, admitting it readily: "But only when I'm in this state will I develop a little consciousness, not much, just a little."
She smiled gently at Ji Mingran and said, "I don't know what I am either. I was born because of her, but I am not her. Everyone in the Nameless Sect is a diviner. She knew this day would come long ago. She spent her whole life trying to turn the tide, setting up a spell to defy fate. This spell has a nine-out-of-ten chance of death. If it fails, everything will remain the same. She knows that if fate comes here, she will find it hard to escape..."
The illusory soul turned to look at the lifeless Yu Tianxing: "The road ahead is too difficult, too difficult for him. So she left behind a wisp of her spiritual consciousness back then. If fate brings us here, I, as her spiritual consciousness, will come out and accompany him on the next leg of the journey. Perhaps because I originated from a wisp of spiritual consciousness, in these countless memories, even memories have developed consciousness."
Ji Mingran: "Can you show yourself in front of him?"
“Yes, I am different from you. He can see me, which is why I exist in this memory.” Chu Rangyue’s gaze fell on Ji Mingran’s transparent body: “Count carefully, have I accompanied him on this path thousands or tens of thousands of times?”
Frowning and thinking, she couldn't come up with an answer and shook her head, saying, "I can't remember."
“My memories have looped so many times, each time the same, I can’t remember them all. But this time I’m sure I’ll remember them in the future.” She smiled with relief, “This time you’re included.”
She was fully aware of her situation, and Ji Mingran couldn't help but ask, "Since you know this is a memory, can't you do something else?"
Chu Rangyue said, "I was meant to be here in this memory. I can only do what I'm supposed to do. But you shouldn't be here." She added meaningfully, "You're capable of doing far more than I am."
Not far away, a figure that had almost blended into the darkness finally moved.
Chu Rangyue moved slightly and floated towards that direction: "It's time. I should do what I should do." She turned back: "Although we were only fellow disciples this time, farewell, junior sister."
Upon hearing this, Ji Mingran's eyes flickered slightly, and he followed her movements.
The ethereal figure stopped in front of Yu Tianxing. As starlight fell, Chu Rangyue's spiritual consciousness, like a thin veil, revealed a human form.
“Junior brother,” she said, “let’s go. This is something we have to face eventually. Don’t you also want to find an answer or the truth? Don’t be afraid, I’ll go with you.”
Yu Tianxing raised his eyelids and said in a low voice, "Senior Sister, what are you doing here?"
"As you can see, I am a wisp of spiritual consciousness." Chu Rangyue's spiritual consciousness said succinctly, "I glimpsed the secrets of heaven and knew that this day would come, so I left behind a wisp of spiritual consciousness. As long as Mao Qingyun dies and his restrictions are lifted, I will appear."
She took a few steps forward, turned back and said, "Come on, junior brother, I'll take you there and tell you everything I know."
Yu Tianxing's cold gaze froze, and he remained silent for a long while before slowly taking a step forward.
Like a walking corpse, following behind an ethereal ghost.
Behind these two, a transparent figure followed closely.
“Junior brother, since we are disciples of the Unnamed Sect and have learned the art of divination, we will naturally cast a divination for ourselves.” Chu Rangyue slowed his pace and walked alongside Yu Tianxing. “Whether it is me, or Qingyun, Mianyue, Wuqi, Heyi, Miaowan, or Chaoxing, once we reach the Golden Core Realm, the future we divine for ourselves will all be a dead end.”
“Different cultivation levels lead to different perceptions of the will of Heaven. They all believed it was due to internal strife within the sect, so they each chose sides between me and Qingyun, intending to form an alliance to change their fate. Mianyue, on the other hand, tried to find her own way out by having me and Qingyun fight each other.” She recounted what had happened in detail.
"Senior Sister and Second Senior Brother, what did you see again?" Yu Tianxing whispered as he walked through the shadows of the forest.
"He and I both divined the same hexagram. The hexagram shows that the sect will perish because of one person, and we will all die because of that person. That person is you." Chu Rangyue stopped and looked at the person who had stopped walking.
She waited with extreme patience for Yu Tianxing to accept this news, just as she had waited thousands of times before.
But this time there was one more spectator. Chu Rangyue glanced at Ji Mingran out of the corner of her eye.
The latter had clear, bright eyes and was extremely composed.
Chu Rangyue smiled.
The person who had been silent had now come to her senses, took another step, and said coldly, "Continue, Senior Sister."
Chu Rangyue chimed in, “Even if one glimpses the secrets of heaven, different people respond differently to their foreseen fate. Qingyun chooses to conform, while I choose to resist.”
Upon hearing this, Yu Tianxing turned his silent eyes to look at her.
Chu Rangyue said, "Your journey to the abyss will be a turning point in your destiny. If you can turn things around, everything will be different, whether it's your fellow disciples or the sect as a whole." She said sadly, "I am destined to fail because my cultivation is insufficient. As for Qingyun, as he wished, his omens came true, so he died happily."
Yu Tianxing said in a hoarse voice, "I was not the one who killed them."
The forest fell silent for a moment.
Chu Rangyue looked at him for a long time and said, "Yes, it wasn't you." A sarcastic smile appeared on her lips. "After all these years, I finally understand that those who try to peek into the secrets of heaven will ultimately be fooled by them."
She looked melancholy: "We who spend our days peeking into fate are foolish and unaware of our own folly, bringing disaster upon the fish. And you are that poor, innocent fish. You didn't harm anyone; we harmed you."
Chu Rangyue finished speaking in a deep voice and then fell silent. The people walking through the forest silently turned the corner and walked out of the dense forest.
The courtyard in the distance was faintly visible. Yu Tianxing withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice, "What Senior Sister did was not in vain. You managed to turn the tide for Jiang Chaoxing in the Abyss, and he brought me back, which is why I was spared."
Chu Rangyue sighed softly, "My cultivation has only glimpsed a corner of the heavenly secrets; how could I possibly reverse the course of events? Your return was destined, as for Jiang Chaoxing." Her voice softened, "I died not long after you left the sect, and I never saved him. I don't know what he did. But as I said, we were all just fools who were deceived. You don't need to be grateful for him bringing you back."
Yu Tianxing's gaze remained fixed ahead, his steps slow.
Chu Rangyue also slowed down: "Junior brother, the so-called omens, the omens that you will kill us, the omens that you will destroy the sect, the omens that they will all die, are all illusions."
“Because it was an illusion, the result of my attempt to reverse fate was a complete mess, and that’s why I understood everything before I died.” Chu Rangyue smiled sadly and stopped walking: “Only they could fabricate divination images and fan the flames.”
"Why is all this happening?" More and more pain and confusion appeared in Yu Tianxing's eyes.
"What is the reason for all that has happened to us? Only you can ask for the truth on our behalf."
With their destination in sight, Yu Tianxing lowered his eyes: "Even if I obtain this answer, you will never know it."
The winding path leads to its end, where the delicate fragrance of lotus blossoms wafts in on the breeze.
“Yes, we never know.” Chu Rangyue stopped in front of the elegant courtyard gate, a look of loneliness flashing in her eyes.
Without looking at Yu Tianxing again, she said the closing words of every time she accompanied him: "Junior brother, this road has come to an end. This time, I can only accompany you this far."
Turning around, her gaze met Ji Mingran's, and a faint smile appeared on her delicate and refined face: "This time, perhaps, is the last. Hang in there, junior brother."
She mouthed, silently saying, "Thank you, junior sister."
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