Memory Star Sea
"Rushuang, Chanyi, Qingshu!"
The three of them had originally gathered together to discuss matters. Qing Shu looked exhausted and rubbed her brows: "There have been constant wars recently. Low-level disciples can't hold out for too long. There is no safe place here anymore."
Jiang Chanyi restrained his nonchalant expression and looked at the map intently: "In the future, perhaps only restricted areas will become refuges."
Sun Rushuang spoke first: "No! That's Xiao Luo's rebirth place. The rich spiritual energy helped her rebuild her body. We can't let it go! If others find out, the situation will be uncontrollable!"
Qing Shu and Jiang Chanyi sighed: "It's been a thousand years, and you and Qian Ruixue haven't given up yet?"
Sun Rushuang raised her eyes and said seriously: "Even if it takes ten thousand years, I will not give up. I will die, but my puppet will not die. Before I die, I will put the puppet in and ask him to guard the restricted area!"
Qian Luo listened to the conversation between the three of them outside the door, and realized that the Tianyan Continent had been firmly occupied by the Venerable. He had launched wars many times and killed monks with rebellious hearts. He was very ambitious.
"Don't worry, I'm alive."
Qianluo smiled like a flower, blinked her eyes, and suddenly jumped out, giving them a big surprise.
The three of them were shocked and stunned for a long time, especially Jiang Chanyi, who opened her mouth wide: "How could I be dizzy in broad daylight? Could it be that I am drunk yesterday and haven't woken up yet?"
The one who reacted most silently but moved the fastest was Sun Rushuang. She rushed forward and gave Qianluo a warm hug: "..."
Nothing was said, yet it seemed as if everything was said.
Qing Shu blinked her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks unconsciously: "For many years...we have been waiting for a long time."
The female cultivator who practiced Qigong a thousand years ago actually became the person she cared about the most.
Qian Ruixue walked in from behind and looked at Qian Luo: "You knew you would die, so you had a backup plan. You are only in the early stages of Jindan. How can you improve your cultivation in such a short time?"
Qian Luo wiped her tears, moved her spiritual power, and sensed a weak reaction. She looked happy, but in a moment, strange objects appeared from the north and south.
"Storage bracelet!"
"Didn't you self-destruct? How could the storage bracelet explode?"
If it were an ordinary storage bracelet, it would naturally break into pieces, but the storage bracelet given by Madame Butterfly would not. It was extremely hard, and the host's soul was immortal, so it was impossible to force it open.
Qianluo took out a beautiful orchid that was emitting a faint glow. "This is the Biluo Youlan that I obtained from the Lan family a thousand years ago. It can help me break through from the Jindan stage to the Yuanying stage and recover."
"I've heard that the Lan family has a lot of treasures, but I didn't expect it to be true. It's a pity that the Lan family is now struggling on its own, and the family members are stranded outside..." Jiang Chanyi shook her head, feeling regretful.
When Qianluo heard this, her eyes dimmed. It was as expected. There was no need to worry. The most important thing at the moment was her Nascent Soul cultivation!
As soon as he took it, he heard a loud "boom", his spiritual power surged, the earth shook, golden light became brighter, and a strange phenomenon appeared faintly in the sky, but it dissipated before people could distinguish it carefully.
One disciple was surprised: "It seems the spiritual energy is much richer?"
…
Qianluo spent a month consolidating her cultivation and returning to the Nascent Soul stage. It took quite a while, but the new body condensed by Bingshuang Lanzhi was full of infinite power and was naturally compatible with her.
"Although I've broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, I'm still no match for the Venerable..." Jiang Chanyi was in a low mood. Seeing Qianluo wake up, she was pleasantly surprised at first, but then worried about the imprisoned Jiang family grandmother, whose life or death was unknown...
At this moment, Qing Shu spoke: "I remember before Shi Xiaoxiao died, she asked you to go to her grave and told you to know when you come."
"She has the gift of foreseeing the future. Perhaps before she died, she left behind a remnant of her soul, waiting for your awakening."
Qian Luo looked at Qian Ruixue, who nodded: "The opportunity to become a god."
Afterwards, Qianluo went to Shi Xiaoxiao's grave alone. The lush vegetation and simple, unadorned style were exactly like her. She looked at the rows of tombstones, all of which were her companions: Liu Xiaoqing, Liu Xiaowan, Jiang Shuyu, Shi Xiaoxiao...
"After so many years, things have changed."
I feel sad, the road is ruthless, and I can only move forward.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared and pulled her in.
…
A voice sounded in the void.
"I have already predicted your future. This is the Sea of Memory, the memory of all mortals and monks in the Lower Three Districts."
They were in a void, with no one else besides them. It was so quiet that no sound could be heard, and so cold that it was frightening.
Everything is silver-white, and all the memories are condensed into a nebula, dotting the cold and silent night sky, emitting a luster that is either lustrous, brilliant, or dim.
Her arrival made the silent space lively. The flowing images gradually became brighter and faint voices could be heard.
The pictures unfold like a scroll, revealing their life trajectories.
In the cave, Liu Xiaoqing knelt down and kowtowed, her voice hoarse and like a cuckoo crying blood: "Please, benefactor, save my sister!"
In Liujia Village, years of grievances and resentment finally erupted. Like a madman, with disheveled hair, she loudly demanded, "Xiao Wan, I will never die! Just wait! I will definitely find Xiao Wan back!"
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On the street, a woman stood against the light, her high bun majestic and gorgeous, her eyes unable to be looked directly at: "Because Miss Qianluo's petals only kill enemies, not mortals!"
They all held long swords with a cold glow in their hands. They did not know how to use a sword, but to kill people with a sword, all they needed was speed, accuracy and ruthlessness. Many beautiful women had blood on their faces, but they could still laugh heartily.
"Sister Baozhu, I had a great time killing people today!"
"Every cultivator who enters the Heavenly Pavilion will die a miserable death!"
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“Aunt Yuzhen!!!”
The sound resounded through the sky, carrying with it heart-wrenching pain!
Jiang Shuyu could also feel the flames burning in front of her, and the heat wave hitting her face made her constantly afraid. Looking at the people in front of her, she suddenly realized that everyone she knew was dying one by one...
This was more painful than physical humiliation. It was mental torture and emotional grief. She grabbed Shi Xiaoxiao's legs, tears welling up in her eyes. Her heart seemed to be pressed down by huge stones. She cried out silently, her heart aching.
Upward is the door of life, downward is the door of death.
Where should they go?
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The elderly Shi Xiaoxiao, his hair whitening at the temples, continued to walk forward with a hunched back, leaning on a cane. He introduced her one by one: "The person you are most familiar with is Liu Xiaoqing. She knew she had no hope of advancing, so she didn't take the longevity pill. She said she wanted to save the pill for cultivators who hadn't broken through to the Nascent Soul stage. On the other hand, she was reluctant to leave her sister and her parents. She couldn't see through the worldly world and was obsessed with family ties. In the end, her lifespan came to an end."
"Liu Baozhu, unable to see through the mortals' pursuit of immortality, is obsessed with the pursuit of immortality. Even when learning martial arts, she is never satisfied. It's a shame that Heaven didn't grant her spiritual roots. Otherwise, among the few of us, she is the only one with the ambition to never give up."
"Jiang Shuyu, Wang Siyu, Wang Wenzhu...these people's cultivation is only at the Jindan stage. Thousands of years have passed, and their friends have passed away. They didn't take the longevity pill. Even if you are fully prepared, there are only a few pills. They won't be selfish and will want to put their hopes on those with more outstanding talents to help you."
She sighed, "Perhaps, in your eyes, we are just a small pebble in your magnificent life, ordinary and unremarkable, passing by and ending our fate. But in all of our hearts, you are the surging ocean and we are the flowing stream. To us, you are like a god."
"Qianluo, they all exist because of you."
"The Memory Star Sea, all the memories are there to help you transcend the mortal world and successfully become a god."
"I foresaw your difficulties and told them. Many people gave up their memories without a word, and their souls may be trapped here forever until you succeed in becoming a god."
"Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years... I can't wait, but they can, and my soul can wait too. We will all be here with you, helping you become a god."
The bright rainbow light and the pale starry sky were like the sea rushing towards her.
"Life and death, killing, fate, cause and effect, reincarnation, pain, obsession, family affection, danger..."
These scenes passed through Qianluo's eyes, as if it were yesterday. Their lives were so short and ordinary. Perhaps only at that moment with Qianluo did she know the passion for adventure and the loyalty between life and death.
When Qianluo met them, they were all in their prime years, each young and naive, careful and cautious, calm and composed, their gazes clear. Qianluo only saw them in their youth. After parting ways with them, she glimpsed fragments of their busy and fulfilling cultivation lives, the pain of separation from loved ones, the excitement of advancing to the foundation-building stage, the teaching of disciples, and the handling of miscellaneous matters. Finally, they gradually aged, their temples graying, wrinkles creeping across their cheeks, and time sculpted their gentleness.
From youth to old age, it’s just a few fragments of memory.
Feeling lost, Qianluo lowered her eyes. For some reason, tears kept falling down her face.
She seemed to have just realized that a living person, a group of high-spirited young people, had become a thing of the past and had left her. A wave of grief surged in her chest, the emotions affected her soul, and the huge pain overwhelmed her.
"Qianluo, what exactly is your state of mind?"
"Maybe, you need to think it through yourself."
"Now I will also return to the earth and scatter among the sea of stars. Come and see my memories."
As soon as he finished speaking, the smiling woman in front of him disappeared with the wind, turning into a few strands of starlight, with fragments of her memories flashing on them.
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"Precognition? I actually have such an ability, it's amazing!" Shi Xiaoxiao stood in front of Qingshu and was surprised when she talked about her ability.
Then she predicted a beast tide on the Wendao Mountain and led everyone to defeat the monsters. Standing on the top of the mountain, she felt excited for the first time. She didn't expect that she would always have such talent and be more powerful than the cultivators with single spiritual roots!
She is not ordinary either.
"Death? How could that be?" Once again, she predicted the death of Liu Xiaoqing's parents, and then the death of Liu Xiaowan. Liu Xiaoqing was in so much pain that her soul almost collapsed.
"In the picture, Liu Xiaoqing's parents accidentally fell into the water. The shore is full of pink peach blossoms and green willows. It must be spring. Look at their clothes. Aunt Liu is wearing a red skirt, and Uncle Liu is wearing blue long-sleeved shirts and trousers."
Shi Xiaoxiao decided to save Liu Xiaoqing's parents' lives, even if they were already dead. She began to pay attention to the clothes Liu Xiaoqing's parents wore when they came to visit.
One day, Shi Xiaoxiao met Liu Xiaoqing and found that she had taken two sets of clothes, a red skirt and blue long-sleeved trousers. Her heart skipped a beat.
Liu Xiaoqing explained, "This is a newly made low-level robe. I bought it especially for my parents because I was worried they might get attacked by monsters. Their anniversary is coming up soon, so I decided to give it to them as a wedding gift."
Shi Xiaoxiao: "Wedding anniversary? That's in a few days? I also want to prepare gifts for my aunt and uncle."
"Three days from now, my parents will go for an outing at the foot of Wendao Mountain and fly on swords. They've always wanted to try the feeling of flying on a sword. The Magic Treasure Pavilion has recently developed a low-level magical weapon that can fly automatically, and I bought one for them."
Shi Xiaoxiao was shocked. Could it be that something went wrong while flying the sword, causing the two people to fall into the water?
"Xiaoqing, I think if you are not with them, they will operate the low-level magic weapons by themselves. What if something unexpected happens..." Shi Xiaoxiao looked worried.
Liu Xiaoqing didn't think of this. She has been busy with work recently, and it is not appropriate for her as a daughter to go on the wedding anniversary. After hearing what Shi Xiaoxiao said, she was a little hesitant, but flying on a sword is her parents' wish.
Seeing her hesitation, Shi Xiaoxiao told her the truth directly: "You know I have some predictive abilities, so I'm a little worried about this wedding anniversary. Whether it's flying with a sword or outing by the lake, why don't we just not go this time?"
When Liu Xiaoqing heard this, she was stunned: "How could it be! My parents..." She had never thought that death would be so close to them. If Xiaoxiao hadn't told her, if it really happened... she would never be able to accept her parents leaving her. They had only been together for a short time.
On their wedding anniversary, Liu Yunniang and Liu Qiaozi did not go for an outing by the lake, nor did they fly on swords, but instead spent an ordinary day at home.
Liu Xiaoqing and Shi Xiaoxiao were finally relieved, and they thought the matter was over.
The accident came unexpectedly. Three months later was Liu Xiaoqing's birthday. Liu Yunniang and Liu Qiaozi put on new clothes and went to Wendao Mountain to celebrate their daughter's birthday. Because their daughter had told them not to walk by the lake, the two of them deliberately avoided the lake.
They never expected that when they entered Wendao Mountain that day, they encountered a furnace explosion in the Alchemy Pavilion, causing an earthquake. The two of them happened to be standing by the lake in Wendao Mountain waiting for their daughter to get off work. They thought that nothing would happen once they entered Wendao Mountain.
But things are unpredictable, and the two people still fell into the water. Unfortunately, there were no monks passing by that day, and no monks noticed anything unusual. Everything seemed like an accident and a coincidence.
After that, Shi Xiaoxiao blamed herself a lot. She always knew that her predictions were very accurate, but she didn't expect that she couldn't avoid the established facts.
Afterwards, she encountered an accident with other monks. She did not tell anyone about it, but changed the accident of that day through her silent help, and found that the truth would happen again in the end.
Slowly, she felt a little tired.
It turns out that knowing the outcome of something but being unable to prevent it from happening is such a painful and helpless thing. For the first time, she hated her ability to predict the future, which brought her not only joy but also pain.
After that, she would never tell anyone the date of her death or how it happened, because it could not be changed.
God has already arranged everything for you, from your birth to your death, and everything you experience in between, whether it is people or things, fate has its own trajectory, and everything has cause and effect.
Shi Xiaoxiao also predicted her own death, but she was not surprised. Instead, she felt relieved. After waiting for so many years, she finally waited for her.
The only variable.
"Heaven's 49 are the same, the Great Way is 50, and man escapes one."①
It was destined in the dark.
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This is Shi Xiaoxiao's experience, and also her life experience: Premonition doesn't necessarily bring happiness; it can also bring disaster.
“Humans cannot escape life and death, just as they cannot escape fate.”
Qianluo muttered to herself, as if she had a moment of inspiration!
Destiny… She chewed on these two words over and over again, realizing that the Immortal Cultivation Simulator was precisely the evolution of fate! Each choice represented a fate, and the end of each fate represented her death.
"Destiny? Life and death? People cannot determine their own birth and death, nor can they determine their own destiny."
"You think you have defeated fate, but you don't know that this is just a part of fate."
Qianluo seemed to see two gates before her, towering and imposing, their air of antiquity filling her. On one gate was written life and death, on the other was written destiny. She stood before the gates, humble as an ant, hesitant.
Is her artistic conception about life and death or fate?
The sky was full of rainbow lights shining for her, the sea of stars was brilliant, ethereal and illusory, and all the fragments of memory before her eyes were her former friends or people who believed in her. What on earth did they want to tell her?
Or what can she gain from it?
"Tian Yan 49, a glimmer of hope."
Shi Xiaoxiao's words echoed in her ears. She closed her eyes and the wind rose without a trace. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were clear, as if she had found the answer.
"Open the door of destiny!"
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