Outside the barrier, turbulent black waters devour people unseen, while inside, a peaceful and picturesque landscape unfolds. This barrier separates two extreme worlds.
Upon hearing Yin Ming's question, Chu Yi unconsciously tightened her slender fingers, which had been resting on either side of her teacup, around her sleeves. "All the goddesses of past dynasties are dead."
Even though he had prepared himself mentally, Yin Ming was still shocked by this answer.
Really, they're all dead?
What a hypocritical and sanctimonious divine realm.
Every hundred years, the supreme honor entices countless innocent young girls who take the sect's mission as their own to follow in its footsteps.
But what awaited them in the end was to spend the rest of their lives on this small island that could be seen from one end to the other.
How painful it must be for them to discover that the sect that held an unshakeable place in their hearts and that they had sworn to follow to the death had betrayed them.
How desperate would they be when they learned that they had been abandoned and were heading towards death?
His unwavering loyalty and courage, however, brought him utter destruction.
Is this a land forsaken by the gods, or... a land where the gods weep?
Upon hearing this, Feng Yan also retorted with disgust, "I knew none of these six elders were any good!"
The affairs of the Divine Realm, large and small, are basically handled by the six elders. Even the sect leader sometimes has to follow the decisions of the six elders.
Therefore, the six elders were aware of everything that happened within the sect, and it was even carried out under their guidance.
Feng Yan's statement is not wrong, so who can be blamed?
"How did they die? And you..." Yin Ming was more concerned about another question, but he couldn't bear to finish the last sentence.
What he really wanted to ask was, "Will you die too?"
If a new goddess needs to be chosen to come to this place every hundred years, then it means that the lifespan of each goddess will start counting down from one hundred from the moment she enters this place.
She had mentioned to Feng Yan during their casual conversation that she had been here for decades, and she feared that...
"They died because their hearts were corrupted by resentment and their bodies exploded."
Noticing that Yin Ming's gaze was intentionally or unintentionally falling on her arm, and knowing that he had already guessed, Chu Yi smiled calmly, pulled up her sleeve, and no longer hid the marks on her hand that were corroded by resentment.
She devoted the first half of her life to the sect, yet in the end she was destined to die a gruesome death. Why should she be expected to guard the sect's secrets and die quietly and without a sound?
She did everything the elder asked her to do, and before she died, she confided her grievances to her friends. That shouldn't be considered excessive, right?
Let's just consider this... another form of liberation.
Yin Ming looked at the two long, slender arms exposed to the air and couldn't help but gasp.
No wonder she kept tucking her sleeves in ever since she saw Chu Yi.
Unexpectedly, those arms, which should have been as pink and white as lotus roots, hidden under the clothes, were covered with hideous and glaring black threads!
"On the walls of the palace, I saw many fragments of words left by goddesses of past dynasties."
"Through these fragmented pieces, we've finally pieced together the general cause and effect of the matter..."
Chu Yi raised a bitter smile and explained her boredom with a sentence: "Living alone here for decades, all I can do is repeatedly look at and silently read the messages on the walls, fantasizing that someone is talking to me."
"The goddesses of all ages said that a certain elder from thousands of years ago was extremely disgusted by resentment. He even believed that there should be no resentment on the continent of the gods."
"Then he had an idea to transform this ancient protective formation into a unique formation that could not only protect the sect but also transform the resentment in the world into spiritual energy."
"In this way, the spiritual energy within the divine realm will become abundant, and the cultivation path of the sect disciples will be smoother."
"The key to the plan is the Northern Sea Divine Kun that you just saw. It was the guardian beast of the sect at that time, and the goddesses of all generations have called it the Holy Kun."
"The innate skill of the Holy Kun is devouring; it can convert a lot of energy into spiritual power after devouring it."
"The elder conducted several experiments on converting small amounts of resentment into energy and succeeded each time, thus proving that his idea was feasible. He then began to implement the already planned scheme."
"But when the plan was actually implemented, they discovered that the amount of resentment that the Holy Kun could bear was limited. If it exceeded a certain value, it would harm the Holy Kun's body."
"Knowing this, the Grand Elder, who was already obsessed, still insisted on carrying out the plan to the end."
"The Holy Kun continuously activated its innate skills without interruption, but ultimately, due to the high intensity of consumption, it caused irreparable damage to itself."
Chu Yi sighed softly, "Even though it had been corrupted by resentment at the time, the Grand Elder still refused to let it go."
"Under the constant corrosive effect of the impure spiritual power transformed from the Holy Kun, one day, a crack appeared in the sect's protective formation."
"The protective barrier that has protected the divine realm since ancient times is showing signs of cracking, and the guardian beast has also fallen into a state of madness and confusion. Seeing that things have developed to this point, the Grand Elder had no choice but to terminate the plan."
"The failure of the plan is not a big deal. The most troublesome thing is that even if the Holy Kun does not continue to supply impure spiritual power, the crack will continue to absorb the resentment between heaven and earth, which will repel the spiritual power in the sect's protective formation."
"Given time, the sect's protective formation will inevitably collapse completely."
"When a girl who was involved in the project saw this, she volunteered to take on the task of repairing the crack."
"Although she tried and found that repairing the formation was futile, she unexpectedly discovered that she could use her own cultivation to suppress the gap and allow the sect's protective formation to continue operating."
"Although the details were not mentioned to those outside the plan, the girl was still given the title of goddess at the behest of the Grand Elder."
"This is why, even today, all the girls in the divine realm consider it an honor to become goddesses."
"Later, the first goddess gradually realized that something was wrong. She discovered that when she suppressed the crack, she would inevitably be tainted by resentment and even be corrupted by it."
"But there's no turning back now. She could only grit her teeth and persevere until, a hundred years later, the resentment eroded her heart meridian, causing her to explode and die."
"The Grand Elder suppressed the news at the time and secretly sent trusted disciples to continue the suppression."
"Among those disciples were both men and women, not to mention a hundred years, they didn't even reach half of their number before they all died suddenly."
"The Grand Elder was afraid that if this continued, someone would eventually discover the mistake he made back then, so he created the gimmick of selecting a goddess, bringing a group of female disciples into this sect-protecting formation, trying to find a candidate who could maintain the sect-protecting formation for a hundred years like the first goddess."
“Countless disciples lost their lives as a result, and after constant comparison, the Grand Elder finally knew what kind of disciples could be entrusted with this important task.”
"So every hundred years, he would select disciples with the same physique and send them to this land of the gods, giving them the beautiful name of goddesses, but in reality they were just tools to suppress the cracks."
"This matter later became a secret of the Divine Realm, and only the six elders of each generation could know about it. In order to maintain the normal operation of the sect's protective formation, the Hundred-Year Goddess was passed down from generation to generation."
"To this day, the disciples still think that being a goddess is some kind of supreme honor. Only when the chosen one learns the truth will she understand how desperate that feeling is."
Chu Yi looked down at the black threads that had spread to her shoulders, "When these black threads reach my heart, I will be like the goddesses of all ages..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but what she meant was obvious.
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