Chapter 282 The Underworld Will Not Ferry Me
Seeing Baili Mochen's abandoned house, Mu Jianjian couldn't help but think that this was the edge of Duyunfang's territory, with the same deep mountain background, which might be the place where they had entered the "Panmen".
In other words, she eventually returned to this point in time.
However, unlike last time, when she was pulled into the original owner's broken body and could only watch the red light descend from the sky without being able to do anything, now her own body has abundant true energy.
Mu Jianjian slowly lowered her eyes, looking at her fair and smooth wound without any bloodstains, took a deep breath and ran towards the deep mountain where the red light was falling.
She knew this might be a trap set by "the Eyes," but the temptation to see the scenes from the original book with her own eyes was too great for her... she had no choice but to go.
She only remembered that the original owner had been sealed in the abandoned house by Baili Mochen for a hundred years, but less than ten years had passed since she transmigrated into Mu Jianjian. This meant that the speed of the upper realm had obviously accelerated.
Mu Jianjian's pace quickened, and she even began to use her inner energy to travel faster. Even though the turbulent air currents around her made her bones creak, it did not stop her in the slightest.
Within the same green mountains, though the sky was gray with a sliver of light, in reality they entered the "Panmen" at midnight, and their "sacrifice" would take place at midnight.
Yes.
Mu Jianjian walked to the center of the falling red pillar of light, stopped, and looked down.
At the foot of the overlapping mountains, in front of the central stone platform, a huge "flower bud" was slightly opened, from which countless tentacles emerged, intersecting and stretching straight towards the red light above.
Meanwhile, countless cultivators were slashing at the tentacles, trying to prevent them from connecting. In addition, several familiar figures were fighting against the person protecting the "flower bud".
Sang Wanyue, Ye Wuluo, Zhong Chuan...
Mu Jianjian's eyelashes trembled slightly. It turned out that in the original book, the one who came to the "Panmen" at the border of Duyunfang was the second male lead, Zhong Chuan, not Linghu Zhuoyu.
"Hey! What are you standing there for?" A man's voice suddenly rang in his ears, urgent. "Those people won't give you a chance to stand there dumbly. Be careful—"
Mu Jianjian turned to look at him.
This is a cultivator dressed in the robes of a disciple of the Holy Lotus Pavilion. He is covered in wounds, clearly having fought against people from the Upper Realm for a long time.
"Thank you." Mu Jianjian nodded, seeing the disciple throw himself back into the battle, raising a sharp burst of true energy in his hand.
Since others can see her, why not try to see if she can hit these people and lend a hand?
Instead of seeing the young weapon-refining boy she had pulled into the "flower bud," Gu Qiongyi, Sha Ying, and the burly man stood out conspicuously in the crowd.
On the ground, a huge white wolf galloped swiftly through the mountains, working in tandem with Zhong Chuan, whose face was cold and stern. One of them knocked down the tentacles that stretched into the sky, while the wolf was responsible for tearing the tentacles apart.
The tentacles were clearly no match for the white wolf's sharp teeth and immense strength, but the "flower bud" would grow two more tentacles for every one it lost, and the growth rate of tentacles was extremely rapid.
"A flicker of the eye, a butterfly's shadow—"
Mu Jianjian reached out, and countless phantom butterflies fluttered their wings from her body and surged into the blood-red battlefield, clearing a path amidst the flashing swords and shadows to guide her forward.
In the blink of an eye, she was in front of the giant "flower bud". The Fire Fox Dagger appeared in her hand instantly, the blazing flames and the blade's light complementing each other. She then slammed it down, pointing it directly at the "flower bud" from which black, viscous liquid was gushing out!
In the eyes of the dozens of cultivators, they only saw a slender woman walk a few steps in the air and easily walk to the "flower bud" that they had never been to before!
Hurry up and cut it down!
At this moment, countless people reached a consensus. Even Sang Wanyue, Ye Wuluo, and Zhong Chuan looked up at this familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
"bite--"
Just a second before the dagger in Mu Jianjian's hand touched the petal, a familiar murmured sound rang in her mind. She frowned and lowered her eyes, and sure enough, she saw a small white flower blooming at her feet.
With a swift stroke, the white flower's stem was pinched, instantly extinguishing its life force, and the strange feeling that had been lingering in my heart finally disappeared.
"She's actually got some skills," Gu Qiongyi sneered. She was now entangled and couldn't leave, so she shouted, "Bing, go stop her!"
We must not let her disrupt the coming of the "Lord"!
"Boom boom boom—"
Mu Jianjian didn't turn her head, completely ignoring the loud noise coming from behind her. She swung the knife in her hand at the "flower bud" again, but unexpectedly, the petals closed, and the blade didn't cause any damage when it touched them. It was as solid as a copper wall and an iron wall, indestructible.
Before her attack could succeed, an attack from behind arrived in an instant. With a flurry of phantom butterflies, Mu Jianjian swiftly moved behind the burly man, removed the Morning and Evening Hairpin from her hair, which transformed into a pair of intertwined branches that plunged into the ground. She then struggled to dodge the floating black dots around him.
This turn allowed everyone to see the girl's face clearly.
She was dressed in plain white clothes, with only a hairpin as an ornament in her hair. Her appearance was stunningly beautiful, and her eyes revealed an indomitable and resolute spirit, which added a touch of fierceness to her sweet face.
Mu Jianjian!
The names that came to mind for the women of the Xuan Shuang Sect and Sang Wanyue and others present were almost ready to be uttered!
Wasn't she expelled from the Xuan Shuang Sect after her failed attempt to frame someone, and her fate is unknown?
Why are you here?
"Mu Jianjian!" A sharp female voice echoed through the mountains. Mu Jianjian dodged an attack and turned her head to look at the voice. She saw a stunningly beautiful woman standing among the corpses, her hands stained with blood, holding a magical artifact.
Who is this?
She racked her brains, trying to recall all the women she had ever met, eliminating them one by one. Before she could think it through again, the other person started speaking again.
"You were expelled from the Xuan Shuang Sect, how dare you show your face here?" the woman shouted angrily, hands on her hips. "How dare a woman like you, who has no strength and is riddled with illness, show your face here to seduce Brother Wu Luo!"
Mu Jianjian frowned, several question marks flashing through her mind.
The other party's identity, which was originally unclear, was basically confirmed after she uttered the words "Brother Wuluo" to be a female supporting character who would later obstruct the relationship between the male and female leads. She glanced at Sang Wanyue and Ye Wuluo, who also looked unwell, and couldn't help but want to laugh.
In her world's timeline, Ye Wuluo realized his feelings earlier, and Yueyue more decisively rejected being love-struck; such a female supporting character didn't appear—
At least it never got danced in the face of the person in question.
Most importantly, what is the current situation? It's truly baffling that they can't distinguish between primary and secondary issues.
"I am not Mu Jianjian, I am Mu Yuanyuan!" Mu Jianjian patted her chest suddenly, put on a selfless expression, and pointed at the cultivators who were still fighting, "These outsiders dare to bully us, so we cultivators with the ability should naturally stand up and stand at the forefront. There is no question of whether we are worthy of standing here!"
These words were spoken with great vigor, completely contrary to the sickly young lady with a high-pitched voice that everyone remembered. Moreover, judging from the secret techniques she had just used to fight her enemy, she did indeed have considerable strength.
Thinking of this, some cultivators couldn't help but feel disgusted with this young lady from a powerful family.
Even when they want to cause trouble, they don't consider the other party's strength or the occasion.
"Gardenia!"
Hearing Ye Wuluo's reprimand to the woman behind her, Mu Jianjian calmly looked away and faced the burly man striding towards her.
“Let’s go! Others are coming from not far away. Now that the ‘Lord’s’ divine sense has arrived, we have achieved our goal. It’s best to leave first.” Gu Qiongyi raised her eyes and looked at the red pillar of light descending from the sky. As soon as she said this, the other people from the upper realm immediately moved closer to her.
"Turn your pupils, transform into a wall—" Mu Jianjian frowned. Seeing that they wanted to leave, she immediately used her Illusionary Butterfly to condense a transparent "wall" to trap the man in front of her. However, she did not expect that the man would make a move the next second. Countless black dots around him tore the "wall" apart. He snorted coldly, quickly threw a black dot at her, and then disappeared into the air with the other people from the Upper Realm.
"Chengfeng!" Mu Jianjian looked at the white wolf blocking her way and called out its name in surprise.
ah!
Who doesn't love a big, fluffy dog!
"How do you know its name?" Before Mu Jianjian could squat down and rub Chengfeng's head, a black robe fell in front of her.
She looked up in a daze and met the gaze of the man who exuded a murderous aura.
Compared to his indifference in the Xuan Tian Secret Realm, he now seemed like a person who was isolated from everything in the illusion. His eyebrows and eyes seemed to be looking at her, but there was nothing in his black pupils.
"I...I've heard it before..."
After leaving the Xuan Tian Secret Realm, Mu Jianjian clearly remembered that Rong Yuqi called the white wolf "Chengfeng" in this way. Could it be that only the two of them knew this name?
It can't be such a coincidence.
"Brother Wuluo, are you alright?" The woman named "Gardenia" immediately moved closer to Ye Wuluo, pushing Sang Wanyue aside. She pointed to the elders from various sects arriving on flying demonic beasts in the distance. "Once the elders arrive, they will be able to handle things here. Brother Wuluo, you don't need to worry about it."
Mu Jianjian's thoughts drifted further and further away with the woman's words, and a feeling of being in another world resurfaced in her heart once again.
"What have you heard of before?" Zhong Chuan narrowed his eyes, and a suffocating pressure instantly enveloped Mu Jianjian, causing her to suddenly return to consciousness.
“Rong Yuqi”.
Mu Jianjian softly called out the name, and a ripple came from the surrounding space. When she opened her eyes again, she had arrived at another location.
Her mind was foggy and confused. Although her feet were on the ground, she felt as if she were floating and experiencing the scene again. Her memories were like pieces of cloth torn apart and awkwardly inserted into her brain.
"Fellow Daoist, be careful!"
Before she could get a clear look at her surroundings, a blood-stained cultivator tackled her to the ground. A large crater had been smashed into the spot where she had just been, by a familiar tentacle, and the surrounding earth and wood showed signs of decay.
She rubbed her temples. "Didn't those people leave...? Why are they back?"
"What are you talking about, fellow cultivator?" the cultivator asked, puzzled. "Those people came quickly and left quickly, but without exception, they all wanted to expand the black liquid that was polluting our land—"
“Wait, wait,” Mu Jianjian interrupted him, “polluted? The red pillar in the sky hasn’t even connected with that 'flower bud' yet, so how could the land be polluted?”
“That was more than ten years ago, fellow cultivator,” the cultivator sighed. “Now the black liquid has spread to the land, leaving behind nothing but demonic beasts and filth. Even the elders of the major sects have been unable to stop them, and we can only eke out a living, offering only feeble resistance…”
"Where is this...?" she managed to utter.
"This is the Holy Lotus Pavilion in Weifang. Fellow Daoist, why have you fainted?"
The cultivator's voice gradually faded from Mu Jianjian's ears, and the following scene was exactly the same: a battle between the upper and lower realms that spanned a large time span.
She finally understood why her "eyes" had allowed her to see these scenes—
despair.
It instilled a sense of powerlessness and despair in her heart.
"Haha..." Mu Jianjian laughed a few dry laughs, then looked up at the sky and said, "After all this buildup, what exactly are you trying to show me?"
"This kind of mental pollution has no effect on me; it's just an illusion, a trick to fool children..."
She muttered something under her breath, and as if to provoke her, the space suddenly distorted and the surrounding scenery changed abruptly. The gray, blood-red sky disappeared, replaced by endless crimson.
Mu Jianjian stood on a patch of red and black earth, where all life had vanished and silence reigned. She could even smell the stench of blood and decay mixed with the soil from the battle that had raged before and after.
There were no trees, no living creatures, and no people.
Only red and black sweep across the heavens and earth.
Is this really the world she knows?
"Is...is anyone there?" she asked tremulously, and suddenly ran towards the most dazzling red pillar in the sky. The ground seeped out bright red blood with each step she took, and even the wind in the air carried a strong smell.
Is this the final fate of the main characters in the original book?
A massive flame descended from the sky, scorching the world into a purgatory. The rising mist reeked of blood. The earth served as a cauldron, the sky as a lid, and scattered limbs and severed bodies resembled the finest herbs. The world itself had become a furnace.
She recalled the last sentence in the original novel, and it perfectly described the scene before her.
"Tap tap tap—"
As Mu Jianjian ran, she suddenly stepped on something that gave her a foothold. She stopped and bent down to look. On the blood-stained mud, there was a familiar twelve-sided fan.
Unlike the gilded fan I had seen before, which reflected a shimmering luster, the fan in front of me was extremely broken, with half of its twelve sides missing. However, it pressed firmly against the two twin swords.
Mu Jianjian's expression remained unchanged, but two tears welled up in her eyes and dripped onto the soil.
When she looked up in a daze, she suddenly saw a tall, handsome man standing not far away. "...Zhong Chuan?"
Seeing that he had reacted and turned around, she immediately roared, her voice unusually hoarse from not speaking for a long time, "Where are the others? Sang Wanyue, Ye Wuluo, Linghu Zhuoyu and the others—"
“It’s all me now. I was born with a ‘heavenly curse’ that means all my loved ones will die one by one without exception. And now, even the Yellow Springs… refuse to save me.”
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