Chapter 47 His Spring: His Celestial Spirit Bone Grows Wildly
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"when--"
"when--"
The distant sound of bells echoes.
The ingenious technique used the power of time reversal to thaw the central five, and this massive flow of time inevitably resonated with the destiny seals of the male and female protagonists.
As soon as the bell at the core of the Langhuan rang out, she could clearly feel the faint gaze returning. After being forcibly diverted by Chen Jinshi for a while, it once again accurately fell back on her.
Countless Pure Crane Envoys' pairs of red-rimmed black eyes simultaneously looked at her, their irises floating with white wisps of smoke, making them look extremely eerie.
A real storm is brewing from the inner ring.
Golden light shimmered above their heads, ancient hieroglyphs swirled like talismans, and the ancestral land's protection, like an invisible shield, enveloped them.
That's why someone who held on until this moment dared to fall.
It felt like a scorching hot meteorite had crashed into Miaojue's arms.
Chen Jinshi's body temperature was so high that it felt like he was burning up, just like when he had a fever as a child, fighting against germs that invaded his immune system.
He didn't look like a villain at all when he closed his eyes, and Miaojue was momentarily at a loss.
Whether as a child or as an adult, she had never seen Chen Jinshi like this before.
"Xiao Shi?!"
"Jin Shi, you—"
Before Yang Wu had thawed, Jin Shi collapsed again. Bu Er and Xian Ba were startled for a moment, but quickly regained their composure and helped Miao Jue to help Jin Shi lie down.
Gui Liu, who had been by Chen Jinshi's side the longest, propped up his fish head and glared at him, saying, "I told you, he wouldn't make it if he kept going like this! He had three or four bones removed when he was in Tianyan Kingdom, and although I didn't see the bloody holes from the bloodletting, there must have been quite a few—"
Ling Qi chimed in, "I know! I saw it when I flew back from Beiling after Jin Shi; he was bleeding the whole time."
Zhu Jiu's droopy panda eyes were full of reproachful concern: "This brat was like this when he was a kid, he would never say how badly he was hurt."
Fuji knelt down, his fingertips touching the pale, burning wrist. "No, for him, those injuries were just pain, but not fatal."
The most deadly force of the white ashes.
Ashes made in his likeness...
Chen Jinshi's head rested on Miaojue's lap, his long hair spread across his white clothes, his breathing was extremely low, and his skin and bones, from the side of his face to his ears and even his entire body, were burning hot, which clung to Miaojue's body through the fabric.
Miaojue clearly felt his weight.
When that proud bird flew towards her at breakneck speed across the sky, it was as light as a shooting star.
The cool ashes that seeped into her sleeve gently lifted her wings as she took to the sky.
His probing, the fingertips he secretly held, were all done gently and cautiously.
But after losing his vitality, he became so heavy.
Miao Jue looked up at all her worried older brothers and sisters, and then at the bloodline protection that had finally formed above her head. Her expression gradually calmed down: "Don't worry, I can heal him. Let's bring Aunt Wu out first."
Today, she must break through the Heavenly Spirit Bone.
Using their tails and claws, the group carefully pulled out a large chunk of ice from the ground.
The powerful aura of ice and bone completely enveloped Yang Wu's earth spirit. She almost transformed herself into the soil or dust beneath her feet in order to deceive more people and pretend to be the only one.
She was buried deep beneath the Four Rings Crane-Raising Ground. At first, she took her form, but as a hundred years passed, she gradually fell into a coma and her power dissipated little by little. By the time they found her, she had returned to a curled-up position, still tightly clutching the snake tail in her arms.
That is unique, the ancient white jade, with a dragon's head, phoenix feathers, and a snake's tail.
And Yang Wu almost made everyone forget that Ming Wu existed in the world. She was an earth-type beast, a cunning deer.
Miao Jue took a deep breath and extended her palm again. Her spiritual bones were now very close to the Heavenly level, and the intensity of her Time Reversal power was also greater. It didn't matter if she used up all her time now, as she would renew it again after breaking through to the Heavenly level.
The century-old frozen layer has once again been reversed by time.
The older brothers and sisters carefully surrounded their youngest girl.
The scene was actually quite mysterious, because they could only use fire and warm water to thaw Yang Wu, but what Miao Jue was watering with his palm was time.
As the ice slowly receded, Miaojue finally exhausted himself, his arms limply relaxing, and he was carefully caught by Xianba.
When Yang Wu's curled-up figure was fully revealed, the white snake tail also clearly burst forth from the vigorous ice spirit.
CCTV-5 suddenly opened its eyes.
Her pupils were light brown, as simple as the earth. Realizing that she had been found by her people, she slowly sat up from the ground, a gentle and serene smile on her face.
Yang Wu didn't ask how she was dug out, nor did she explain why she was here holding the only broken tail. She just twisted her stiff neck and carefully looked at her tribesmen whom she hadn't seen for a hundred years. When she finally saw Miao Miao, the snake tail in her arms seemed to tell her something, and Yang Wu smiled faintly.
A sense of peace flowed through the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and then she saw Jin Shi, whom she was holding with his eyes closed, and finally spoke: "What happened to Xiao Shi? He looks badly injured."
Miaojue squeezed Aunt Wu's cold hand. "He's just... too tired. Don't worry, I'll heal him."
CCTV-5 patted the back of her hand, and with that glance, he vaguely saw the special nature of her spiritual bone.
After a moment of stunned silence, I breathed a long sigh of relief.
She shyly withdrew her swollen, blue, and bruised hands, and finally asked everyone cautiously, "Where's Cang San?"
Cang San's sequence is too high; only Fuji can inherit it. But the only possibility is unrealistic, and even Fuji couldn't... But we can't blame anyone; the children have had it too hard.
Fuji's warm hand grasped hers again, while he leaned slightly forward and turned his neck.
He carefully contained the breath of the Azure Dragon behind his neck bone; it remained dormant, yet alive.
CCTV-5 breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of its eyes relaxed in a look of understanding.
It's good that you're alive.
Miaojue felt a pang of sadness. In her memory, her third uncle and fifth aunt were the two people who looked most like elders. She had always called them names randomly, but everyone indulged her.
The fox retracted its claws, its tail slowly resting on the snake's tail, the cold, purplish-white scales a testament to the only pain it had ever faced.
At this moment, the most important question emerges.
What about the only one?
Yang Wu concealed her entire spiritual field, embracing the only snake tail, making the entire Langhuan believe that the only one was buried here, and raising the Pure Crane to absorb her ice spirit. But where did the real only one go?
An Ning's gaze fell on Miao Jue again. She was standing guard here in place of Wei Yi because Wei Yi had something more important to do.
The so-called cause and effect is like a river flowing downstream: you reap what you sow, and you reap what you sow.
A century ago, they stood downstream in grief, wanting to send a child back upstream.
She did a great job.
Yang Wu held the snake's tail and spoke gently, "I don't know where Wei Yi went. Before she disappeared, she said that if I woke up, we would meet again."
“That day she gave me her snake tail, and then took something from Miaomiao… She planted karma in Miaomiao’s body. I can’t decipher the complicated entanglement, but I know that the only one is still alive.”
Miaojue pressed down on Chen Jinshi's head with her arm, and suddenly felt a slight tightness in her chest.
All of this occurred within her lost memories, and only when her spiritual bones reach a higher level can they bear it.
Her older siblings' eyes fell on her, and she couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.
She is caught in the cycle of cause and effect, and she will spare no effort to protect everyone and do everything in her power.
But she was just a mortal, an ordinary mortal to the Underworld Clan, whose life was as fleeting as morning dew. Could she really turn the tide and save everyone from a hundred years of loneliness?
"Don't be afraid, and don't be too hard on yourself. Let cause and effect happen naturally."
Yang Wu gently patted her head with his broad, kind hands, like those of a parent, and asked her to look up.
The protective array of the Netherworld bloodline had a spot of light that landed on her head.
Everyone laughed and took turns patting her head, then patted Chen Jinshi's head, something they certainly couldn't do when he was awake.
Miao Jue was slightly taken aback. She had always thought that the reason they broke the Nine Formations was because they caught the Azure Dragon and brought his bones with them after opening the Tomb of the Sealed Four. She never expected that she was also included in the calculation.
But why? She was just an ordinary human girl.
It is a truly mortal body.
“A drop of your blood once flowed into the ancestral stone and was identified,” the second brother said gently, his golden eyes “but you’ve forgotten.”
She was their eleventh.
The ingenious solution left him stunned, and his fear gradually turned into peace.
It turns out that when Chen Jinshi considered her the eleventh power of the Underworld Clan, he wasn't joking.
It turns out that when she was little, he always treated her like an older brother, taking her to pick fruit and catching fish for her. He was determined to raise her, and he truly meant it.
Just then, the burning hot human figure pressed against her arms suddenly moved.
His pale neck was damp, and his brows were furrowed, revealing a familiar, fierce expression. Miao Jue glanced at him, then suddenly reached out and patted his head.
Cause and effect and fate are so mysterious. From the moment she intervened in the destined love tribulation between the male and female protagonists, she was not alone in facing it.
She has this evil villain by her side.
It's possible.
Miaojue's almond-shaped eyes shone brightly as she asked the system, "What's the next heart-wrenching moment?"
...
On the high walls of the Three Rings Maze in the distance, Dongfang Yaotian stood awkwardly holding a knife.
"Why, why can't these three rings be broken!?"
They had demolished their way from the Eighth Ring Wall to here with almost no obstacles, but here they faced a huge test.
Standing on the high wall marking the inner ring, everything before me was shrouded in mist. Only by crossing the wall could I see the true land of immortals hidden behind the void.
The Celestial Court does not easily reveal its most core secrets to others, and this arrogance greatly violates Dongfang Yaotian's principle of equality.
Dongfang Yaotian turned around angrily, only to find that Gong Yuqiu had not raised his sword.
She stared blankly in the direction of the Third Ring Road, her sorrowful face showing a hint of hesitation.
Dongfang Yaotian suddenly gave a cold, crooked smile, "The third ring of Langhuan is the territory of the Gongyu family—Qiu'er, you can't bring yourself to do it, can you?"
Gong Yuqiu: "No! I just, I just..."
If she were to charge in with her sword like that, how would she appear in front of her own people? How would her mother view her...?
Dongfang Yaotian laughed arrogantly yet desperately: "So you accompanied me all the way to destroy the high walls of the immortal realm, but in the end there is still a difference in rank! In your heart, is the surname Gongyu more noble than others?!"
Gong Yuqiu's eyes reddened. "You... think of me like this?"
Heartbroken and unable to breathe, as if tortured and severely wounded, their eyes, though still filled with love, held sharp blades pointed at each other.
It's so cruel, so incredibly cruel.
Just then, several figures suddenly flew out from the hazy, indistinct void of the inner ring.
The snow wave totem of the Gongyu family appeared, followed by the white sun pattern of the Dongfang family! Dozens of True Immortals appeared simultaneously in the sky above the maze, their faces solemn, heading towards them—or rather, towards a certain place within the four rings behind the two of them.
Both companies mobilized.
Dongfang Yaotian looked at the mark of the blue sky and white sun, and suddenly narrowed his eyes. Could it be that the Dongfang family was also coming to persuade him to go back?
He drew his sword with a wicked charm, displaying the unyielding principles and heaven-defying heroism of an unparalleled male protagonist, who would never abandon his inner path for the sake of a noble status in the Celestial Court!
Unexpectedly, the immortal leading the Dongfang family suddenly unleashed a fire spirit attack, heading straight for Dongfang Yaotian.
The clan immortal of the Gongyu family also unleashed a torrent of water spirits towards the pale-faced Gongyu Qiu.
—They're going to kill the Chosen One!?
How could that be!
The True Immortals were greatly alarmed. Their main purpose in coming out was to bring the Chosen One into the inner ring and take away the girl that the Lord had specifically named. However, the spiritual streams in their hands were out of control and were all hitting the Chosen One!
Gong Yuqiu awkwardly parried the attack, while Dongfang Yaotian retreated hastily. The two, who had just been engaged in a torturous romance, managed to brace against each other's backs amidst the chaotic assault.
…
Fifteen minutes ago.
The chimes from the back garden echoed throughout the inner ring road.
The two chosen ones stood on the high wall of the third ring and could not see what lay ahead, but those inside the inner ring could see them clearly.
"We've already demolished this far, we can't demolish any further!"
"It can't be demolished, the entire Third Ring Road... You know that every brick is made of that kind of stone."
"How many of those beasts from the Underworld have survived?"
"—Has the wise ruler not yet issued a decree?"
“Gong Yulu has been waiting outside Lingyuan for a long time.”
Several immortals stood scattered outside the God's back garden. This time, there were representatives from both the Gongyu and Dongfang families, who respectfully bowed their heads towards the garden and said:
“My lord, the Netherworld Clan has appeared within the Fourth Ring, and their number of free individuals has reached nine. This is not a cause for concern, after all, the Third Ring is constructed of Immortal-Binding Stones, which the Netherworld Clan is powerless to cross. However… the two Chosen Ones are truly troublesome.”
Who knows what exactly bewitched them, making them so determined to oppose the immortals?
The garden was so quiet that only the chirping of insects and birds could be heard.
After a long pause, that elegant, instrumental voice slowly poured out: "Don't worry about them. Soon, there won't be nine left."
Beyond the garden's pristine walls, a man in a pure white floral robe sat quietly on a bench, his eyes closed.
White crane feathers flew from beneath his palm, spreading across the garden as if simulating a real path. Behind him, a nearly dark sun shrouded the area.
Suspended beneath the giant bell, both still and radiant, it reflected vertically onto everything, erasing all darkness and shadow. This should have been a scene of light, but for some reason, the daylight felt like the true yin moment after the midday sun, the dazzling light seeming almost artificial.
It's like it's devouring the real sun.
The man slightly opened his eyes and said, "When they are less than nine years old, let them all stay in the Fourth Ring Road."
He knew perfectly well that the only one there wasn't the only one.
"However, the girl must be brought in along with the Chosen One."
The Golden Crow—the moment the real sun falls.
The treasures he wanted to hide were now exposed.
…
Miao Jue supported the white-clad youth whose lips had completely lost their color, and looked up to see the male and female protagonists standing on the wall, their backs pressed tightly together.
The most heart-wrenching part is the mutual suspicion before breaking into the third ring. Although Miaojue can't hear their lines, you can figure it out even with your butt.
The male protagonist misunderstands that the female protagonist has violated her principles for the sake of the Gongyu family. The female protagonist doesn't care about her family background at all, but she just doesn't explain. The two come from different families, which inherently harbors a conflict of interest. In fact, this is the root of their love tribulations during the Langhuan stage.
Given this, how do we address this painful aspect?
The trick is to look at the older brothers, sisters, and aunts around you; the wickedness of people's hearts is something that little animals don't really understand.
"Do the various spiritual powers emanating from these immortals and true immortals all originate from you?" Miaojue asked.
The group nodded in unison, suddenly realizing, "I understand, Miaomiao, you want us to each go and fight our own spirits? High-level suppression, Xiao Shi told you about that, right?"
There is a hierarchy of power among the Underworld Clan, and this is even more pronounced between the Underworld Clan and humans.
"No."
Miaojue shook his head and pointed to the wall, "It's the True Immortals who are controlling your respective spiritual attributes. Go and fight them."
"OK?"
Miaojue smiled, "A friend in need is a friend indeed."
As a result, all the true immortals from the Dongfang and Gongyu families suddenly began to lose control of their spiritual power.
The Fire Spirit Stream suddenly veered and roared towards Dongfang Yaotian, the Water Spirit Stream churned and swirled, knocking away Gong Yuqiu's sword, the Wood Spirit Stream roared and darted around wildly, and the Metal Spirit Stream even chased after Dongfang Yaotian and Gong Yuqiu's swords to melt them.
A sense of being dominated descended upon everyone.
Dongfang Yaotian and Gong Yuqiu were beaten until they coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground. Looking at the billowing snow-white robes, Gong Yuqiu finally cried, "Yaotian, we only have each other left..."
Dongfang Yaotian closed his bloodshot eyes, gripped her hand, and hissed, "Qiu'er, I want you to remember, I will always be there for you!"
Several true immortals looked as if they had seen a ghost.
In the end, he simply abandoned his weapon, intending to bypass the Chosen One and take the girl in the green robe away.
Miaojue was already seated under the golden light, a strand of hair beside her cheek being blown up by the wind.
She heard the system's voice, tinged with excitement, informing her that she had passed the torture test.
The moment the words left his mouth, Miaojue seemed to hear the sound of trees growing.
Like after a rain, the budding shoots unfurl, the tree rings complete another cycle, and the terminal bud, chasing the sun, gets an inch closer to the light.
Her spirit tree has grown taller.
A surge of emerald light suddenly burst forth within her body, her spiritual bones and meridians trembled like leaves in the wind, and the ice garment enveloping her began to radiate warmth.
What does it feel like to impact the Heavenly Bone? How much retrograde power can she withstand, and what will become of her spiritual bones? Everything is unknown, but she has already stepped into the unknown.
Miao Jue suddenly pressed his palm onto the chest of the white-robed youth in front of him.
Her spiritual power once again entered the inner palace of Chen Jinshi.
…
The inner palace, which was originally as dark as the abyss of hell, has been completely changed.
Everything was deathly white, and everywhere was filled with blazing light.
The light was like a sterilizing lamp, scraping away the rottenness and poisoning the original hellish landscape.
Dust settles as he treads on the swirling ashes. His dark wings have vanished, leaving only a slender, solitary figure, his eyes lowered as he walks through the pure white world.
He felt as if he were dreaming, yet he also felt as if he wasn't.
He still had something very important to do, but all the power he had been given since birth was fading away, heading towards chaos. His consciousness, his bones, his blood, burned with a dull, aching pain.
Fortunately, he has always been very good at enduring pain.
He dragged himself to the edge of the abyss and looked at the enormous sun before him.
It turned out to be a sphere made up of countless white ashes and crane feathers, radiating its pale light to the whole world.
As the dust settled closer, the faint, swirling ashes beneath its feet instantly vanished upon contact with the white light.
—That's how white light dispels darkness, and when it's exhausted, it completely engulfs and invades it.
Every corner was filled with pure white light; there were no shadows, no grayness, yet it felt like a fake world.
Dust settled down as he looked into the abyss, where the last patch of darkness remained.
He looked for a moment, then leaped into the air.
He jumped.
A few wisps of black feathers emerged as he fell, bringing him to a moment of clarity and reminding him of what he was.
Yes, he is the Golden Crow.
A three-legged golden crow rises from the sun in Fusang.
He is the sun...
Dust settled at the bottom of the abyss, looking up at the white light above. What was that?
He stood beneath the dark abyss, beginning to think with great displeasure.
But as his consciousness was about to emerge from the chaos, the entire inner palace began to tremble. Suddenly, a corner of a pure white floral robe floated down from the sky above the abyss.
Someone, riding on wisps of white ashes, landed gracefully in front of him, stopping precisely between darkness and white light.
The man smiled slightly and spoke first: "Jin Shi, I never imagined that we would meet again after a hundred years, under such circumstances."
Chen Jinshi looked at him expressionlessly.
The man looked around. The golden crow's inner chambers had been almost completely purified by the white ashes, leaving only a small area of stubborn resistance, which was the remaining spiritual power in the opponent's sea of consciousness.
"As expected of the Innate Ash Bones, the final masterpiece of the Ancestral Stone..." The man's voice was filled with admiration as he murmured, "Even after being devoured to this extent, can you still remain conscious? Doesn't it hurt?"
When the inner sanctum is polluted to this extent, a normal person would willingly and completely succumb to it in order to resist such suffering.
That was a form of fleeing.
But the young man before them still retained a sliver of consciousness, which manifested itself in this abyss beneath the surface of the earth, where even the sun cannot illuminate it.
"I must admit, everything you've done has impressed me greatly," the man sighed softly.
No one could have imagined that he would hide under the guise of fate and love, and develop to such an extent that he resurrected eight people from the Underworld.
"Let me guess..." The man didn't need a quick answer and began to ponder deeply. "That power of time reversal is achieved by resonating with the Seal of Destiny. Perhaps it's to subject the chosen one to tribulation, or perhaps it's to help the chosen one overcome tribulation... and then, the spiritual bones can grow... right?"
"The only one... is this her work? But this bone must have a foundation, and the wood... is it wood?..."
The man in white robes slowly looked at Chen Jinshi, whose face remained expressionless, shook his head and chuckled, "What's the point of me telling you all this?"
The white ashes beneath his feet fell like light clouds, and with each inch they fell, the final darkness of the abyss dissipated.
When darkness is completely dispelled, the Golden Crow will no longer exist in this world.
Chen Jinshi looked at him, slowly frowned, and sneered, "What is this white hair of yours?"
Even though he had been devoured to this extent, he was still very proud.
He was a golden crow born naturally, possessing unparalleled divine essence, and naturally looked down on those who were forged and tried their best to imitate the natural essence.
The man in white paused, then suddenly quickened his pace, his tone helpless: "I haven't felt unhappy for almost a hundred years, and for that, I really have to thank you."
Chen Jinshi curled his lips, trembling with pain, but his voice was still piercing: "The Five Elements of Chaos are difficult, aren't they? You've tried ice, fire, wood, and water, and none of them worked, so you chose to fuse them into ashes, right? — Dongfang Qianye."
Dongfang Qianye froze, then his refined and handsome expression finally hardened with anger. He laughed, "Jin Shi, you may not know, but my power is restrained, because my original intention was not to bring you pain. But now I've discovered—"
"You may not have suffered enough."
The white-clad youth standing beneath the abyss laughed.
The white light suddenly intensified, piercing down the cliff like scraping bone. To do such a thing in someone else's inner chambers was tantamount to condemning them to eternal damnation.
"Ice, fire, water, wood... I can't use any of these, so what?" he said elegantly.
"—These spiritual beings cannot save you either."
Just as the pale light was about to press down on Chen Jinshi's head, the last trace of darkness was about to disappear.
But in that very second, all the incandescent light suddenly receded.
The darkness beneath the abyss rolled with ash wings, gradually restoring itself inch by inch.
Wherever it went, daylilies and other flowers sprouted.
She did not engulf his darkness; her time simply flowed through this place, like a gentle breeze brushing against the leaves, causing the red ribbons on the branches to sway.
Dongfang Qianye was suddenly pulled back, his refined face revealing undisguised astonishment. This power, this aura, this is Heavenly Rank…
The enormous sun overhead vanished in an instant, returning to its scattered state of white ashes, and the vast expanse of pure white land, which had been devoured like fungi, receded like the tide.
It wasn't any spiritual entity that saved him.
Time is flowing backward.
In astonishment, Dongfang Qianye finally looked at Chen Jinshi—
The young man in white still stood at the deepest part of the abyss, clutching his chest.
“I will never forget what the place where you put the white-haired sun was,” Chen Jinshi said. “That’s why I’ve always been very clear-headed. I just want to see how you’re going to devour me.”
Dongfang Qianye was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. Just as he was about to be pulled from his inner palace, he heard the man's lips curl into a smile and speak—
"But what can we do?"
He stood smiling amidst the ashes.
Her peach blossom eyes were clear and sparkling.
"My spring has arrived."
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