When Yin Biyue walked out of Changyuan Palace, it was already bright. Snow clouds gathered again in the lead-gray sky, and looking far away, the north wind blew in his face, and there was no one on the snow-capped land.
Three days ago, he fought his way up the Tongtian Snow Peak from here, leaving the whole road stained with blood and corpses everywhere. Now, because of the shaking of the spirit veins and the avalanche, they were all buried, as if nothing had happened.
Only the lingering smell of blood in the cold wind lingered in his nose, awakening his memories. Not only the image, but even the feeling at that time.
Courageous and fearless.
Cheng Xiaobai stood behind him, his voice cutting through the wind, calm and powerful.
"You can enter a state of meditation here. You don't need to deliberately breathe in and out spiritual energy. Just sit and observe yourself. I will communicate with the power of heaven and earth. Although it is daytime now, the stars are still there, and your constellation is also there."
"I can only build a bridge for you. Whether you can reach the other side depends on you. Once it is done, the laws of this world will be aware of my existence, and I will immediately break through the space barrier and leave without saying goodbye. If it fails, you are in danger of backlash. At the very least, your soul will be damaged and your memory will be disordered. At worst, your body will explode and die, and your soul will be scattered. If you are ready, let's start."
Yin Biyue listened carefully and knew in his heart that although Mr. Cheng didn't say it, if it didn't work, the helpers would definitely be affected and hurt.
He sat down to meditate, but did not enter into a state of meditation immediately. Instead, he placed the Linyuan Sword horizontally on his knees, thought for a while, and took out four yellowed thin volumes from his arms - the True Immortal Notes, which was the Lingxiao Sword Art, and gently held them in his hands.
After finishing these things, Yin Biyue began to close his eyes and concentrate.
Although he didn't know why he did that.
The true essence traveled around the body, returning to the Netherworld through the various meridians and spiritual veins, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. In fact, his current physical condition was not at its peak. Luo Mingchuan was right, he needed to rest after being seriously injured.
He had no time to recover slowly, so he could only be more cautious and bring his mental state to its peak. Yin Bi calmed down and saw the sea in the Nether Mansion. There was no fog, and it was boundless as far as the eye could see. The sea was surging like thunder and lightning. His true essence kept flowing, and gradually the ups and downs of the sea tide matched his breathing pattern, and became calm as he wished.
Cheng Xiaobai saw that his aura was becoming more and more stable. He looked up at the sky. The snow clouds exploded and scattered in all directions. Countless light years away, the light of the ice-blue stars fell into his eyes, bright as fire. He gently raised his left hand and pressed it on Yin Biyue's shoulder. His wide sleeves moved without wind, and the ice and snow under his feet melted silently.
The wooden sword came through the wind, returned to his right hand, cut through the barrier of space, and his figure disappeared out of thin air before the rules could detect it.
Yin Biyue, who was meditating and observing himself, suddenly felt a mysterious power descending from the unreachable sky, penetrating his bones and meridians, and sinking into the netherworld. The familiar feeling in his heart suddenly returned, which was indescribable. Only then did he realize that the surging heart was not false.
After carefully observing himself, his mind became vague and he saw the sky and the snowy field again, which were no longer the same as what he had seen with his eyes before.
His body was still in meditation, but he seemed to stand up holding the Linyuan Sword. He saw himself inside and the world outside.
This state of separation is delicate and dangerous.
Yin Biyue stood there with a blank look on his face. The snowflakes that had landed on his shoulders flew up slowly and unbelievably and returned to the sky.
A snowflake flies back into the sky, millions of snowflakes fly back into the sky.
The dissipated dark clouds gathered again, the weather in the surrounding area changed rapidly, day and night alternated, and the stars moved.
It was like the rewind button was pressed, and everything around him began to slip away. Only he was standing there.
Gradually, he was no longer in the same place. He used the "Star River Sinking" in the seaside town, listened to the teacher's instructions in the academy, and stood at the foot of the compassionate and indifferent Buddha statue in Xingshan Temple.
The images are changing faster and faster, almost impossible to capture.
On the roof of Yecheng, the wind was blowing hard and the silvery moon was reflected in the wine bowl.
He opened his eyes in the dark and cold dungeon and heard footsteps echoing in the silent corridor. Someone called him, "Junior Brother Yin."
The salesman's eager look flashed across his face, "The villain has a fierce and evil aura, and one look can scare children under eight years old to tears. Would you like one, sir?"
Then came his almost endless career as a villain. It was mostly painful at first, but later he got used to it and stopped making close friends with people from those worlds. He became more and more fond of complaining on his own, like an outsider, watching from the sidelines.
The memory was so old that it should be vague, but now that it was vivid in his mind, Yin Biyue realized that he had never forgotten it.
When the memories come to an end, darkness like an ocean tide covers them.
Just like the chaos before the creation of the world, his consciousness was already a little dim.
Is this the end? This is my life?
He asked himself.
He answered himself again: It shouldn’t be and it won’t be.
We come to this world to practice cultivation, see the heaven and earth, see all living beings, but never see ourselves.
I'm not willing to accept this.
If you can't see through something, you must break it. With a thought, the long sword in his hand came out of its sheath.
A bright lightning split the sky, and when the sword fell, the intense pain seemed to split him in half. Yin Biyue intuitively felt that he was facing the great danger of soul annihilation, and intuitively felt that he was closest to the truth at this moment, and he was absolutely unwilling to give up like this.
The pain distorted the scene before his eyes, and he saw a man walking out of the brightness cut by the sword light, holding a sword in his hand.
He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he was very familiar with the sword.
Linyuan Sword.
Different people, same sword.
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On the same snowfield, Luo Mingchuan in the Meteorite Abyss also saw a person.
This is the third time we've met, and we don't feel strange at all.
The first time was in the Buddhist temple of Liaoguan, and the second time was when his heart was pierced by the Linyuan Sword. His life force was rapidly fading away and he was extremely weak.
The remnant soul that came from the sword to the sea of consciousness took control of his body and devoured all the monsters in the Meteorite Abyss. His consciousness was drowsy, and he returned to a million years ago, seeing many fragmented images.
Neither the clues from past experiences nor the intuition from within caused him to be shocked.
The third time is now.
The man was wearing a complicated black robe, with golden array runes embroidered on the hem and cuffs, like a gorgeous algae decoration. As he walked, the hem of his robe billowed like the tide.
The evil aura of Meteorite Abyss was so strong that it was enough to support the image of his soul. Mo Changyuan's soul was not complete to begin with, and after experiencing a million years, it was better to say that he was a trace of residual consciousness rather than a demon king.
Not only his face, but his voice was also 70% similar to Luo Mingchuan, but his tone was casual, as if full of malice, "I am you, and I can bring you stronger power, a hundred times more than before, don't you want it?" Seeing that Luo Mingchuan didn't answer, he smiled softly, "The formation of Changyuan Hall has been triggered. Why don't you go up with me to see your good junior brother? Do you think you can keep him with your current self?"
Luo Mingchuan said in a deep voice, "What I can't do in ten years, I will do in a hundred years. What I can't do in a hundred years, I will do in my lifetime. Don't bother with me about what's going on between me and my junior brother."
He was controlled by the remnant soul, and it was not until the other party carried the unconscious Yin Biyue back to Changyuan Palace that he was stimulated to wake up. Then he was filled with endless fear.
Since he started practicing, he has fought across borders, been seriously injured and on the verge of death several times, but he has never been afraid for the moment.
But he was afraid that he would hurt his fellow apprentice.
The strength of this soul was unpredictable, and he failed in his attempt to kill it. If he relaxed a little, it would be difficult to control it. Luo Mingchuan planned to seal himself in the abyss and fight it to the death.
He treated Yin Biyue's wounds, and sent a message through the flying Qingyi Luan, calculating the time and asking someone to pick up his junior brother. He explained the major and minor matters of Cangya Mountain, and only said that he had found a place for retreat and his return date was uncertain. Everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and his heart was as calm as still water.
"We are a married couple, legally married! Even if we have to die, we should die together! Just try and leave me behind!"
Until he heard this, he couldn't help it anymore and kissed Yin Biyue hard.
Thinking back on it later, I felt a little guilty, as if I had hurt my fellow apprentice.
Compared with what they had experienced along the way, this farewell was too short and too hasty.
Just enough time for a kiss.
Seeing him deep in thought, the man sneered and said, "What's a lifetime? He has traveled through several lifetimes and returned here. Do you think he came to find you? It's just a kind of practice to gain enlightenment. He came a long way and just happened to pass by you."
The long road ahead, through hardships and dangers, has become a great road. You are just one of the countless people passing by in the world.
Fragmented fragments of memory flashed through his mind, how could Luo Mingchuan not understand the meaning of them.
So what? Just because of this, should I hide him, break his wings, put him in shackles, and destroy his life-long cultivation efforts, just for my own selfish desires?
Luo Mingchuan did not deny his possessiveness towards his junior fellow apprentice, but he would never do such a thing.
He began to practice his Qi, and a wind suddenly rose from the dark abyss, blowing his black hair and Taoist robes. His voice remained calm, "I will follow him wherever he wants to go this time. He sought the Tao from three thousand worlds, and I will seek it from him from three thousand worlds."
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