The moonlight is flowing, the stars are shining, and countless bright white lights and shadows are all over the sky, which is extremely beautiful.
Ji Yuenian stepped on the pitch-black void, walking between the cold and desolate world. Although there was a little surprise in his eyes, there was no hint of being at a loss.
"A dream?"
"But ever since I ignited the dark fire in my heart and channeled my karma hundreds of years ago, I have never truly dreamed."
"I think it must be that my cultivation in recent days has touched the deep memory of the true spirit. The true spirit connected me and dragged me into the dream of the soul."
Thoughts were swirling in Ji Yuenian's mind, but his steps never stopped, heading towards an unknown place in this bizarre dream.
There was silence between heaven and earth, except for his own footsteps, there was no other sound.
Click.
A very light cracking sound reached his ears, and Ji Yuenian suddenly raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
A clear, silver-white stream emerged from the darkness. The cold stream gurgled past. There were several strange-shaped boulders standing beside the stream. Each boulder was engraved with densely packed small characters. Under the reflection of the moonlight,
These small characters all have a faint bright white halo, which is very beautiful.
Ji Yuenian's eyes did not look at the huge rocks, but fixedly looked at the darkness beside the stream that had never been seen before, and his mind couldn't help but tremble slightly.
As the white light spread, the darkness on both sides of the stream faded away. A girl of about seven or eight years old was sitting on the ground by the stream, lowering her head and gesturing with her hands.
"Zhao Yinyue," Ji Yuenian murmured in a low voice, "In this case, this place should be a virtual image of the Yueling Remnant Realm."
The girl didn't seem to be aware of Ji Yuenian's existence at all. After finishing what she was doing, she stood up by the stream, her cold eyes softened a little, and she whispered to herself: "Since I left Zhaoming Mountain,
, it has been more than 84,000 years, and I don’t know when any living beings will enter this place.”
Ji Yuenian was stunned in place, as if he suddenly thought of something. A bone-chilling chill invaded from the depths of his soul, making his consciousness suddenly clear.
Click.
Another very soft cracking sound.
The world in front of me was completely distorted by the dense white light and shadow, and in an instant it was reorganized into another scene.
A handsome young man in a luxurious brocade robe fell to the ground with a horrified look on his face. He pointed with trembling fingers at the girl in a white dress by the stream and stammered: "Are you a ghost... a ghost or... a demon?
"
Like an outsider, Ji Yuenian quietly looked at the somewhat familiar young man in brocade robes and recognized his true identity.
The old head of the Taichu Zhao family, Zhao Xingyan.
Hearing Zhao Xingyan's words, the girl suddenly looked over with cold eyes. There was boundless anger in her pupils, and two extremely noble auras surged around her body. This aura made Zhao Xingyan unable to help but fall to his knees completely, and then
Even his soul trembled subconsciously.
"How can monsters, ghosts, and such lowly creatures be compared with me?" The girl raised her head slightly and looked at the darkness beyond the Yueling Remaining Realm. "My father lives in the Zhaoming Mountains on the bank of the East China Sea. His bloodline is extremely noble.
It’s…”
boom!
A sky-shaking purple thunder pillar came from the void and struck directly in front of the girl in the white dress, covering up all the words in her mouth.
The girl looked at the terrifying thunder that was gradually dissipating in front of her. There was a rare trace of sadness in her cold eyes, and she murmured: "That's all."
Click.
All the pictures were shattered, and within a very short time, another scene was reconstructed that shocked Ji Yuenian's heart.
In an unknown place, countless bright white lights and shadows are intertwined, faintly condensing into the shadow of a snow-white nine-petal lotus platform. The power contained in this lotus platform is extremely terrifying. Just a hint of it is enough to make Ji...
A ghostly shadow of psychic karma was ignited in Yuenian's eyes to resist, and he could not move even while standing where he was.
Above the nine-petal snow lotus, there is a piece of moon-white brocade silk suspended. The brocade silk is densely embroidered with hundreds of small characters, each character glowing with a magical and beautiful light white halo.
After an unknown amount of time, the terrible pressure around Ji Yuenian's body completely dissipated. He stepped out with a single step and appeared directly on the nine-petal lotus platform.
Ji Yuenian stretched out his sleeves and gently took out the moon-white brocade silk.
This is Zhao Yinyue's handwriting.
"If this is the case, then the true practice of deep Prajnaparamita lasts for a long time, and the true five aggregates are all empty, and they will not fall into the self-appearance, human appearance, sentient beings' appearance, and longevity. This is called the empty appearance of all dharmas..."
"All dharmas are empty and empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."
After reading this, Ji Yuenian's true spirit trembled violently, obviously unable to withstand the power of the scriptures.
Closing his eyes slightly, Ji Yuenian's thoughts in the depths of his mind became increasingly confused, and he whispered to himself: "This sutra is called "Prajna Heart Sutra", and it actually comes from the same source as the "Great Compassion Mantra" that I practiced. But
She was born from the true dragon blood descendant of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, how could there be such a scripture?"
She refers to Zhao Yinyue.
The power of the Moon Spirit Remnant Realm has long been exhausted. During the Destruction of the Sun Territory, 70% of the power was forged by Zhao Yinyue into a "Falling Snow Divine Sword", and the remaining power was used to preserve this land.
The nine-petal lotus platform and this piece of Prajna Heart Sutra.
"This is the last thing she can leave to me before she annihilates." Ji Yuenian opened his eyes, with a rare confusion in his eyes. "This situation of creation is enough to penetrate the heaven and the earth, not only Zhao Yinyue
, even his mother, the Xuanyin Goddess, and many creatures in the Zhaoming Mountains on the shores of the East China Sea are all pawns."
After improving in cultivation, not only have the mysteries deep in the soul's memory not diminished, but they have become more unpredictable and terrifying than before.
Putting away the moon-white brocade silk, Ji Yuenian lowered his head and looked at the huge nine-petal light and shadow lotus platform at his feet.
If you want to break into the spirit-accumulating realm of the Divine Sea, you need to cultivate a shadow of the divine soul within the divine sea of the divine palace, and the quality of the required spirit-accumulating foundation is the most important thing when breaking through.
This snow-white nine-petal lotus platform is the foundation of the soul left by Zhao Yinyue.
Nine is the ultimate number, and such an unpredictable spirit-containing foundation is rare in the world.
Although Zhao Yinyue has long been annihilated between heaven and earth, she still owes Ji Yuenian a deep debt.
Princess Ao Li was burdened with heaven-like karma, but in the sixteen years of the mortal world that she transformed into "Zhao Yinyue", the foundation of Taiyi was completely destroyed. In the end, she could no longer face it all, so she chose not to
If he resists his destiny again, he will leave with nothing to show for it.
Although Princess Ao Li died, the unpredictable fate and cause and effect did not stop, but all fell into the depths of Ji Yuenian's true spirit.
The nine-petal snow jade lotus gradually shrank, and dense white light and shadow intertwined on it, slowly imprinting on Ji Yuenian's eyebrows.
Ji Yuecheng closed her eyes, her long black eyelashes trembling slightly, and an indescribable feeling of loneliness and desolation surged from the depths of her heart.
This was not his own emotion, but Zhao Yinyue's last remaining sad and cold mood.
"Li'er has disappointed his mother."
A cold female voice like the sound of nature rang in his ears. Ji Yuenian suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the intersection of light and shadow dozens of feet away in front of him.
In the illusory and distorted scene, a girl in a white dress walked out of the attic and knelt down in the direction of the East China Sea. Her white forehead was soaked in the soil, and her long black hair fell down like a waterfall.
The mother in his mouth is the innate god who controls the power of extreme yin, the extremely noble Xuanyin goddess.
This was the first time Ji Yuenian heard Zhao Yinyue's voice so truly and personally, and it was also the last time.