Chapter 103: Blue Moonlight (End)
It was late winter again, and Chen Yunli's illusory body had weakened to the extreme. His cultivation had plummeted, and he became a sickly person lying in bed.
The end of his life was at hand, and the arrow of death was gradually approaching. However, all this did not affect Chen Yunli's good attitude. He even wrote a letter to Su Chenyu, saying that he wanted two jars of Tusu wine for this year's New Year's goods.
Chen Wenjian tucked the corner of the quilt for him and said, "Yun Li, you may not be able to see the New Year."
"I know." Chen Yunli smiled and nodded. His face was pale and weak, but his eyes were still bright. "Once I 'leave,' the illusion will end. He doesn't have to witness my death, and I don't want him to worry or grieve over me in advance."
"He is just an illusory shadow. Is it worth your trouble?" Chen Wenjian hesitated for a while, but still asked this question that might make him angry.
Chen Yunli, however, remained unmoved. Instead, he gave him a deep look and said, "Love, hate, anger, and delusion are all real; only the skin is illusory."
Chen Wenjianyin felt that he had gained something, but it was not real. Chen Yunli did not explain, but patted his shoulder to let him focus.
"Go find your disciples." He smiled mischievously, "I want to see you beat them up."
"good."
Chen Yunli's last moment of consciousness was filled with the ghostly howls of Chen Wenjian's students.
Most of them are already the backbone of the current cultivation world. They all act like decent people to the outside world, either being called "Mr." or "Senior." However, even if they join forces, they still cannot last more than three moves under Chen Wenjian's hands. They are all hung up and beaten to a pulp.
尘云离看着自家恋人一边暴揍他们, 一边给他们通经伐髓、破除瓶颈，脸上的笑容就没下去过。
Chen Wenjian still didn't understand why he was so fond of a group of products of illusion, but before leaving, he did the same thing as him.
At dusk, the snow started falling again.
Chen Yunli took a sip of the last cup of disciple tea and watched the disciples walk out of the courtyard arm in arm, limping, and disappearing in the distant afterglow.
He took a deep breath, and the cold air rushed into his lungs, making him feel cold all over, as if he was frozen into ice.
Chen Wenjian returned to his side, spread out his outer robe and wrapped him in it. Without using any magic, he used his body temperature alone to dispel the coldness from his body.
"It's time." Chen Wenjian kissed the tip of his ear, "I'll wait for you outside."
"Well, it's time."
Chen Yunli closed his eyes and only had time to respond to this sentence before his consciousness suddenly fell into deep darkness.
The thick darkness was like a thick fog, surrounding and engulfing him, surging violently.
He walked through the void, and with every step he took, ripples like water appeared under his feet. These ripples extended in the same direction, as if pointing the way for him.
Chen Yunli was a little confused at first, until his eyes were dazzled by the light below, and then he realized that he was holding a lantern tightly in his hand.
The round glass lamp swayed gently in the air, and the light was like a thin thread, dispersing the darkness within three meters around him and illuminating the ripples that spread out like a road under his feet.
Chen Yunli's heart calmed down instantly, and he walked towards the road paved for him with a lantern.
The road is narrow and long, and seems to have no end.
The monotonous and vast space lengthens the already unbearable time, and when the boredom reaches its peak, it will give rise to a kind of irritability that is almost like physical nausea.
Chen Yunli was surrounded by this kind of irritability at the moment, and his originally slow pace turned into a rapid run. The sound of his footsteps echoed around him in a disorderly manner, and then reflected into echoes that hit his eardrums, causing a dull pain.
But slowly, his irritability was smoothed out bit by bit as time passed at a steady pace. In the end, all his actions became mechanical instincts, and there was only one goal left in his eyes and heart, which was to walk out of the darkness and reach his destined destination.
Someone was waiting for him there.
…
"boom--"
The most chaotic star patterns that had not been seen in a thousand years flashed one after another in the thick black thunderclouds, like the light of a sword splitting the chaos, sharp and murderous, more terrifying than the violent thunder.
In an era when the Way of Heaven is declining, spiritual energy is exhausted, and practitioners, immortals, demons and monsters have all become symbols in strange stories. This strange and violent phenomenon in the sky is uniformly called a natural disaster, and everyone who sees it is terrified.
Black clouds gathered into a vortex in the sky, and the hollow area in the middle was a clear night sky. Stars that were rarely seen in star maps emerged and sparkled brightly.
This scene not only shocked ordinary people, but also made them kneel down and shout the names of the gods they believed in, while others felt uneasy and panicked for their past evil deeds.
This made the emperor even more dismayed, and he summoned people from all over the country who were good at astronomy and divination to try to interpret it in order to reassure himself and his subjects.
This star-studded thunderstorm lasted for three whole days, affecting every corner of the world.
Fortunately, the rain alleviated the severe drought in the north and did not cause floods in the south. Instead, it suppressed the rumors that "the emperor is unkind and God has sent disaster upon us."
After the rainstorm stopped, the riots caused by it also subsided. Only a group of astrologers who were so obsessed with studying astrology were still diligently trying to find the source of this strange astrological phenomenon.
Most of them were unable to figure out the reason due to their lack of skills, but some people with real talent and knowledge relied on their strong abilities and a bit of luck to grasp that crucial thread.
"This is it."
Deep in Huangyang Mountain, a young man in a gray robe stopped by the stream, carrying a backpack almost as tall as himself. He bent down, plucked three reeds of different lengths, gestured a few times, and seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted, and blurted it out.
He tightened his trouser legs and cuffs and ran quickly upstream along the stream towards its source. After a while, after passing through a woods, a pool of water came into his sight.
The pool is not big, it is oval in shape and looks very deep. The water is clear, cold and green, but you can't see the bottom at a glance.
The man approached cautiously and walked around the jagged stone bank. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. He didn't care about anything else. He sat on the ground immediately, took out a pen, inkstone and a blank scroll from his backpack, and started writing.
In the winter of the ninth year of Dayi, three days after the strange astrological signs disappeared, I used my master's technique of observing qi to trace their source. When I found it, I saw a cold pond with many strange rocks on the shore, which looked like a star map. I made a note of it and attached a map of the cold pond to compare with the astrological map three days ago.
Signature: Xu Shu from Guanqimen.
After carefully drawing a picture of the cold pond behind the text, and then tracing a chart of the astrology, Xu Shu breathed a sigh of relief, put the bamboo slips back into the basket, and rubbed his hands to stretch his muscles, ready to approach the pond.
He took every step carefully, as if there were some dangerous places ahead, and the more he walked, the more he felt an invisible pressure, pressing heavily on his heart.
Xu Shu originally thought it was an illusion caused by his excessive nervousness, until he felt a tearing pain in his arm and cheek almost at the same time. When he touched his hand with blood and saw several long, cracked scars on his arm, he realized that he was really in trouble.
Without much hesitation, Xu Shu turned around and ran. Afraid of delaying his escape, he threw down the backpack as quickly as possible, making a quick and decisive move.
However, it was too late to run now. The calm surface of the cold pond suddenly shook with countless ripples, which rushed towards the world outside the water, interweaving in mid-air, and forming a dense net in the blink of an eye.
I don't know if it can be considered lucky, but Xu Shu happened to be in the center of the web, and luckily he was not pierced into a hornet's nest by those translucent sharp lines. However, he could not escape either. He could only maintain a static and aggressive posture, like a mosquito or fly stuck in a spider web, waiting for the judgment of fate in embarrassment and silence.
Is he going to sacrifice himself for the "truth"...
Xu Shu thought bitterly with a frown on his face, then looked towards the pool of water that was "netted" with a desperate look - he was going to die anyway, so instead of being confused, he might as well be clear-headed!
The next moment, he heard the sound of chains rubbing and colliding on the bottom of the water. It was empty and distant, as if it was slowly drifting away from another world. It was a little ghostly and eerie, but surprisingly not scary.
Xu Shu opened his eyes wide. Soon, the water surface rolled and split into two sides, as if a door to an unknown place had opened. A cold breeze rushed out of the door, brushing against his right half of the body, and he felt a chill that seemed to freeze even his soul.
What followed was the soft sound of the mechanism running, cold, solemn, mechanical and regular, becoming clearer and clearer.
A coffin made of silver-grey metal was transported to the water by an invisible mechanism. The coffin lid opened layer by layer like a blooming flower, revealing the figure sleeping inside.
Xu Shu was stunned. Before he could react, his hand hanging by his side was suddenly brushed by something soft and cold. At the same time, he heard a long and quiet dragon roar, like thunder exploding in his ears.
In an instant, the sky and the earth lost their color, the scorching sun was covered by dark clouds, thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down.
Xu Shu is a disciple of the Guanqi Sect. He has spent his life pursuing the mysteries of nature, the sun, the moon, and the stars. He is also implicitly involved in the unspeakable and unapproachable Tao in the dark.
At this moment, he could vaguely sense that the deep and obscure avenue was shaking and breaking, and he could even smell a hint of decay and indescribable anger.
It felt like... an elderly, powerless patriarch getting angry at a younger generation who had seized his power and was showing off in front of him?!
Xu Shu's speculation... or rather his wild thoughts came to an end here. He felt pain all over his body, his vision went dark, and he fainted on the spot.
Before he completely lost consciousness, the last thing he vaguely saw was the person in the coffin moving his fingers.
The cycle of life and death, the collapse of the great road, all seemed to be under that finger.
…
Chen Yunli slept so deeply and for so long that when he woke up, his body and soul were still immersed in the endless darkness of the dream, and he could not truly wake up for a long time.
His mind was empty, the only thing he remembered was "someone is waiting for me." But he couldn't remember who was waiting for him, where he was waiting, or why he was waiting.
Until I heard the clear and distant dragon roar that broke through the sky.
dragon……
Dragon Tail...
A person with a dragon's tail... no, a demon.
What's his name?
It seems his last name is...Chen?
dust……
Chen Yunli's scattered eyes gradually focused, and the light in his eyes brightened inch by inch. A huge wave of memories also came roaring in, chaotically and violently impacting his newly awakened consciousness, giving him a splitting headache.
At this moment, a shadow fell from above his head, and the cold fingers carried the chill of frost and snow, like a piece of jade cut from the moon, covering his eyes.
"Don't be afraid, don't be anxious." A deep and beautiful voice flowed into his ears. It should have been chilling, but it was filled with gentle ripples. "I'm here."
His chaotic thoughts instantly returned to normal, and Chen Yunli closed his eyes again, but he was completely awake again.
He took the hand:
"Um."
"I'm back."
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