Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 61: Past Events, a Dream

Fu Guang just felt himself falling into a sweet dream.

She was conscious, but was immersed in a dark dream and unable to wake up. She didn't know how much time had passed.

There was only a little light in front of my eyes.

Everything in front of me is familiar and strange, as if I saw it yesterday, but it is already a thing of the past.

Several purple-golden lightning bolts came down towards her, filling the pupils of the woman standing in the air.

Her long sleeves fluttered backwards with the air current, and the roar of thunder and the sound of her sleeves being blown by the wind intertwined noisily.

Not far away was a series of flowing light formations, and the light balls wrapped around many condensed medicinal herbs. Fu Guang remained unmoved and continued to calmly and orderly fuse the herbs.

The large formations and defensive magic weapons around him collapsed one after another under the bombardment of thunder.

There is no pharmacist's medicine cauldron here, only a pair of bare hands of a woman, who blends and extracts the medicinal materials.

As the woman moved, a refreshing medicinal fragrance was produced, which made people shudder all over.

Thick clouds rolled in the sky, and a thunder tribulation of purple, gold and pure black appeared in it. It was accumulating thunder tribulations, and it seemed that the next one would take Fu Guang's life.

Ninety-nine and eighty-one god-destroying thunder tribulations will definitely take the lives of those who go against the world.

She knew that when this pill came into the world, it would be the day of her death.

With the heaven and earth as the furnace, the spiritual energy of the world as the furnace fire, and the luck of all living beings as the blessing, who can refine this furnace of elixirs?
Only she can do it. As a pharmacist, she can refine this furnace of heaven and earth pills. What's the big deal? Even if she dies, it doesn't matter.

As the pill took shape, the formations around the woman were shattered and stopped functioning. Thunder struck the woman directly, and the lightning seemed to annihilate her.

The woman's eyes were bright and a crazy smile appeared on her face. The spiritual energy in her seven orifices mixed with blood flowed out and mixed into the pill.

The energy in her body rapidly weakened, as if it would dissipate with the wind in the next moment.

Arcs of electricity bounced through his body, causing tearing pain in every part of his body. He could feel his spiritual energy dissipating. After practicing Taoism for so long, everything was gone with the wind.

The laughter made his chest vibrate, and the pill in front of him began to rotate and drip, attracting all the spiritual energy in the nine provinces and eight wastelands.

The heaven and earth trembled, and everyone, whether they were cultivators or ordinary people, looked towards the top of the mountain at the same time.

The woman ignored her leaky body, her eyes only focused on the pill that was about to form.

The moment the pill was formed, the woman's entire body turned into spiritual energy and dissipated.

Hahaha, this life has been worthwhile! Only a woman’s hearty laughter can bring relief to her heart.

All successful practitioners will have their spiritual energy return to heaven and earth after death.

Even the top pharmacist, Fu Guang, is not immune to this.

In the past, Fu Guang thought that death was both close and far away from her. There were always many people who wanted to kill her, but she could always fight her way out with her own strength.

Until her Dharma body was destroyed and her spiritual wisdom was wiped out by the thunder, she couldn't help but think that this is what it felt like when everything returned to extinction.

There was chaos in front of his eyes, and the floating soul opened his eyes again after an unknown amount of time.

The white ceiling became clear in front of her, she blinked and sat up.

The room was so simple that it only had a bed. The surrounding walls had a metallic luster, faintly illuminating "her" figure.

"She" lowered her head, and in her peripheral vision she saw a small silver ring on her little finger, reflecting a ray of light.

Where is this place?

She tried to raise her hand, but found her body wouldn't obey. She tried to close her eyes, but she felt "her" tapping the bracelet on her wrist to check for information.

Bracelet, what is a bracelet?

She doesn't know.

She was silent. Did her soul leave her body and possess someone else?
My mind was in a mess, as if it hadn't been used for a long time.

She didn't know who she was, or whether she was possessed by this body or was squeezed out of it. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't leave this body, and could only observe according to the vision of the woman she possessed.

The woman stood up, and her field of vision was a little lower than before, so she must be a little shorter than her.

she thought.

The bracelet displayed a light screen with many images that were not familiar to her.

The weak spirit thought idly.

Almost every second, the font on the screen would change. The font looked familiar, with the same horizontal, vertical, diagonal and dotted strokes, but she couldn't understand it.

As a hopelessly illiterate person, I cannot understand the words and cannot determine the time and location I am in.

I don’t even know who I am or where I am.
The woman clicked on the screen and suddenly a man's voice appeared, startling the weakened spirit.

Why is this screen making a sound?

It was a male voice, speaking in a jumbled manner, but I still couldn't understand it.

"I know, I'll be there soon." A gentle yet weak female voice sounded softly.

It seemed that because she was possessed by this body, she could understand the woman's words effortlessly.

A clear flute sound came from somewhere, like the sound of a stream and accompanied by a few chirping birds, attracting Fu Guang's confused consciousness in his sleep.

She broke away from this body and floated in the air, looking down at the woman in the room and the woman who had just woken up and lost her memory.

The sound of the flute is pleasant, gradually becoming clearer, and still ringing in my ears.

Fu Guang opened her eyes and saw the profile of a man standing in front of her with his head slightly tilted, his black hair tied up by a hairpin and the rest of his hair spread out behind him.

Long eyelashes cover her eyes, and a jade flute sounds from under her pink lips.

Fu Guang sat up and the thin quilt slid off her body. A little green bird saw her wake up and flew into her arms.

It chirps, as if saying you're awake.

The sound of the flute gradually faded away. Qing Feng sat at the head of Fu Guang's bed, staring intently at the girl. His voice was two notes lower than usual. "Awake?"

"Yeah." Fu Guang's voice was slightly hoarse as he took the warm water from Qing Feng and asked, "How many days have I slept?"

"Three days." Qing Feng lowered his eyes and placed the hand holding the jade flute on the bed. "That protective shield will heal the pain in one's mind and body."

"What a great ability." Fu Guang replied with a smile, his eyes slightly curved, holding the water cup.

When Fu Guang noticed Qing Feng's worried eyes, he was stunned. Was it because she had been sleeping for too long that Qing Feng thought she was mentally hurt?
"I had a dream." Fu Guang looked at the jumping blue bird and said, "Now I can't tell whether this is a dream or just a dream."

The past, a real death, she thought she would never open her eyes again as Fu Guang.

Perhaps after millions of years, she will return to this world again, but with a different identity and name, and will not remember anything about being Fu Guang.

God took pity on her and changed the time and space, allowing her to wake up again.

Although she was now completely unaware of what happened in her dream, she had actually pondered how she had survived the ninety-nine hundred and eleven calamities that threatened to destroy the gods.

Although everything has started over again, she is still alive.

How did she come into this world? When did she wake up? Is this body hers?

As if she was trapped in a fog, she couldn't see clearly or distinguish anything.

Now that she is alive, it doesn’t really matter whether she knows these issues or not, and it won’t affect her current life.

For her now, it is not the time to explore where she came from and where she is going.

The little bluebird struggled to squeeze into her arms, and its warm feathers felt warm against her bare arms.

The blonde girl put down the cup of water, stroked the bluebird's wings, and said with her red lips slightly parted, "Take it seriously, life is just a dream."

(End of this chapter)