A life of clearness

Chapter 209 The Last Illusion

At the Longevity Banquet, the Lord of Longevity knelt behind the table, speaking softly and smiling. Even the Wuji Lord and the Changming Lord of Longevity, who were fighting each other, were both safe and sound, without any injuries, but they just stopped communicating with each other.

This is what Rong Qing saw when she regained her sight and consciousness.

Did I miss an episode?
I missed a season!!
She looked at Chu Yuan beside her in confusion, only to see the handsome boy nodding at her.

I understood what he meant immediately...it seems that Lord Changming Changsheng really owed me a favor.

Did he just save his life? Rong Qing thought, it should be much more than that. Chang Ming's strength must have or will soon meet the expectations of the Sword Master Ji Ming, so the Sword Master Ji Ming deliberately made him owe him a favor.

"What about me?" Rong Qing put herself in other people's shoes, "What position does Master Ji Ming Sword put me in, and what role do you expect me to play?"

In some mysterious way, the existence of the Sword Master Ji Ming seemed to have driven many things. The past, the present, and the future...

"He can even plot against the Lord of Longevity. Just how strong is he?" Rong Qing felt a chill and powerlessness rising from the depths of his mind.

With her current limited strength, she has no capital to say no to the Sword Master.

No matter good or bad, when she has to face it, she must have the strength to stand firm. In this regard, it is consistent with what the Sword Master wants her to do.

She sighed inwardly and rubbed her brows. Unexpectedly, with such a simple action, when she opened her eyes again, the scene in front of her changed again.

……

Jumping involuntarily through layers of illusions, Rong Qing never forgot to calculate.

And at this moment - she opened her eyes - it was the forty-ninth illusion. It was also the last illusion.

Strong winds, heavy snow, and a gloomy sky and earth. This is a rare bad weather even in the Arctic snow mountains. Rong Qing did not stay in the room, but opened the door and walked down the steps barefoot, stepping on the soft snow.

The paper figures all huddled under the eaves, shivering.

The stone path had long been covered by snow, but the lotus centers of the lotus stone platforms on both sides still emitted flickering light from time to time. This was because the fluorite particles in the gauze cover were rolling restlessly.

This moment left a deep impression on her, and she also remembered what would happen next.

It had already happened once, and Rong Qing was too lazy to refuse, not to mention that this was in a fantasy world. She was more concerned about what benefits she could get from this joint practice.

She was sure that Chu Yuan was not what she thought at first, but just a child with a mysterious origin. Although she still knew very little about Chu Yuan, she was sure that Chu Yuan had the strength comparable to that of the Lord of Immortality. Practicing with such a powerful cultivator, just giving her a little insight, was enough for her to benefit.

A person in white slowly emerged from the snow. Black runes embroidered on the sleeves moved flexibly. The person in white took off his hood, revealing his perfect face.

"Chu Yuan." She said softly.

The man in white had an indifferent look in his eyes and did not answer. Rong Qing did not care and walked into the house first.

Although she was surprised by Chu Yuan's unusual coldness, she didn't take it to heart.

"Practicing with Chu Yuan is almost equivalent to comprehending countless Dao tablets." Rong Qing's eyes flashed, and she thought, "Of course I have to seize this opportunity. After this illusion is over, I will face the first level of the Spiritual Transformation Thunder Tribulation. I have no shortage of spiritual veins, and my body has been greatly improved after being tempered by the Thunder Tribulation of the Myriad Laws Stele Forest. With the help of elixirs, my body is no longer a problem. As for spiritual consciousness, I have the Divine Pillar and the Great Destruction Thunder. As for the most difficult Dao seeds and Dao rhyme... the number of Dao seeds is sufficient, the key is Dao rhyme."

Logically speaking, the number of Dao rhymes that can be derived from a Dao Seed is large enough. A Divine Transformation cultivator relies on a Dao Seed to advance to the Void Holding Realm. There are very few such Divine Transformation cultivators, but they do exist.

But Rong Qing was the opposite. The number of Dao Seeds was actually more than Dao Yun.

It would be fine if he just focused on studying the origin of Taoism. But Rong Qing was quite talented in fighting, and he wanted to follow the path of the Nine Transformations of the Spirit, so he had to speed up the creation of Taoism.

"Since the Gravity Dao Seed was given to me by the Dao Monument of the Origin of Force, I have not been able to comprehend creation properly." Rong Qing's heart could not help but get excited. Compared with the Origin of Light, she had a natural liking for the Origin of Force. "If I can use the Gravity Dao Seed as a foundation to create a Dao Rhyme for fighting, given the rarity of gravity magic, wouldn't it become my trump card!" What Rong Qing lacked most now was time, and the existence of Chu Yuan allowed this time to be compressed into just one night. Rong Qing had no choice but to be moved. Even though she claimed to be proud, her pride was not in her bones.

She admitted that her comprehension talent could not be compared with that of a true genius. She should bow her head when she should... Of course, this was also related to the fact that her partner in cultivation was Chu Yuan.

Ever since she accepted the conditions of Sword Master Ji Ming in order to survive, she knew that the possibility of her becoming the protagonist was not high, so... "I will take care of myself." Rong Qing said silently to herself.

Chu Yuan looked at Rong Qing with a serious look.

"Aren't you coming in?"

She held the door with one hand and tilted her head slightly, her long black hair hanging loosely on her shoulders.

Chu Yuan lowered his eyes, then slowly walked up the steps to the outer corridor, brushed past her without looking at her, and entered the room.

Rong Qing smiled and closed the door.

The roles seemed to have been reversed? However, Rong Qing felt a little confused for a moment when she didn't see Chu Yuan pressing forward step by step without making any noise.

……

The snowstorm gradually subsided.

Rong Qing woke up in silence. She turned sideways and saw the shadows swaying slightly on the window paper. She smiled. She recognized them as her paper figures. When they saw that the wind and snow had stopped, they were eager to go to work.

They just cleaned the clean house to make it dust-free. If Rong Qing didn't let them clean, they would squat in the corner depressed.

Rong Qing untied the restriction on the window, allowing the paper man to crawl in through the gap in the window.

Then... Rong Qing showed an eager smile and lightly hooked her finger at the paper figure from a distance.

With a whoosh, the paper figure fell into her hands.

The paper man's limbs were spread out in Rong Qing's palm, and he was very confused as to how he had come here out of nowhere.

There was a smile in Rong Qing's eyes.

It wasn't the spiritual consciousness that captured it, but the rhythm of Tao!

At that moment, the direction and size of the paper man's gravity changed.

"It's just that it's so easy because the object of my Dao Yun is just a small paper figurine." Rong Qing thought to herself, "If it's used on a cultivator, the effect won't be so good."

The rhyme of Tao has been created, but further improvement requires continued refinement.

Rong Qing turned around and wanted to get up, but she saw the firm, white chest of the person beside her.

Huh? Rong Qing was stunned, and picked up a strand of cool and smooth white hair that fell on her chest.

When did Chu Yuan have white hair?
Rong Qing slowly moved her gaze to the face of the person beside her.

As beautiful as the Son of God, it takes your breath away.

(End of this chapter)