Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 224 Past Life, Present Life Enemy

fairyland.

In the far north, a vast ocean of blood stretched out.

Snow clouds, obscuring the sky, shrouded the sea of ​​blood, causing it to churn and surge.

A desolate atmosphere filled the place; as far as the eye could see, there was only deathly silence, as if time had stood still.

Suddenly, on this eerie sea of ​​blood, blurry human faces appeared, as if a person was lying in the sea with only their face visible.

The calm sea suddenly churned, splitting open a scarlet, abyss-like gash.

The blood-red figure rose into the air like an arrow released from a bow.

He moved with incredible speed, accompanied by a towering pillar of blood beneath his feet, as if he were rising into the air on top of it. When the blood pillar dissipated, his limbs were found to be bound by blood-red chains engraved with runes.

As he appeared, his body was covered in thick blood. However, the blood quickly peeled off his body bit by bit, like solidified broken tiles, until his true face was revealed, which was stunningly beautiful.

“Thirteen thousand years.” She grasped the blood-red chain, pulled it gently, and the chain snapped in response: “The other half of the Immaculate Empress is indeed domineering; even now, she still cannot fully control her.”

Boom! A deafening roar shook the entire Immortal Realm!
The chains exploded deep within the sea of ​​blood, and a bronze-horned golden coffin entangled in a blood net emerged from the surface.

At the same time, the outlines of facial features suddenly emerged from beneath the sea, all of them revealing eerie smiles.

The blood-red net on the coffin lid disappeared, and the lid slowly slid open. Inside the coffin, the corpse suddenly opened its blood-red eyes and stood floating in the air.

The corpse revealed a cold smile and muttered to itself, "You must be familiar with the corpse of Lord Sui Feng! Let us both be lost in the river of time!"

the other side.

Above the heavens, amidst swirling clouds and mist, palaces resembling jade towers and pavilions appear and disappear.

The palace's outer layer is pure white, like colorless glass.

At the edge of the plaza in front of the palace, nine towering pillars pierce the sky, and the star patterns on the ground and the patterns on the pillars complement each other, forming a grand array of nine rotating stars.

Inside the main hall, a woman sat regally on a colorless glass lotus platform, radiating two beams of light, one gold and one silver. The light gradually converged, became colorless, and then accumulated within her body.

Opposite her sat a woman with a remarkably similar demeanor and bearing, surrounded by a colorless radiance that flowed between them, forming a colorless ribbon.

Boom!

The seven-star lamps on the dome of the main hall suddenly shook violently, and the starlight emanating from the entire palace began to distort.

The Empress suddenly opened her eyes, and in an instant, the distorted star power returned to normal, and the restless spiritual energy calmed down.

"The passage between immortals and mortals has opened, shaking the immortal realm." A teardrop appeared at her fingertip, revealing a scene from the far north: "A bronze horn and a golden coffin, entangled in a web of blood—this is probably his fate!"

A colorless light gathered and entered Li Xianglian's body. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the Empress, her eyes filled with worry.

"Wasn't it said that there would only be nine layers of lightning tribulation?"

"Not only that, the tribulation of lightning is merely his tribulation of ascension." With a wave of her hand, the Empress summoned a bronze-horned golden coffin in the air. Even though they were separated by the void, Li Xianglian could still sense the malevolent energy within the coffin.

The Empress continued, "My other half has already been born. Do you know who lies in this coffin?"

"who?"

"Lord Suifeng, this is their destined battle, and also the key moment for him to overcome himself." The Empress continued slowly, "The spacetime of the Immortal-Mortal passage is distorted. At this moment, the Blood Sea will surely make them lose their way in the River of Time. At that time, there will be no trace of his existence in these Three Realms."

"Then what can we do?" Li Xianglian asked anxiously. "Is there really no way? Are we just supposed to watch him fall into the river of time?"

"Yes." The Empress took a shard of mirror from her bosom and handed it to her, saying, "Take this."

A mournful cry rang out; it turned out that a crane had returned severely wounded, but ultimately died from its injuries, and the one crying was its mate.

Li Xianglian stood up and said calmly, "Is this my destiny?"

She took the cold fragment of the Reincarnation Mirror, and a round teardrop fell onto the lens.

In an instant, the fragments revealed the image of the Empress shedding tears when she killed the Heavenly Lord of the Wind ten thousand years ago.

"To stop me from going to the rescue, my other half is about to arrive." Just then, the Empress pointed a finger at Li Xianglian's brow and sighed, "You are the embodiment of my tears of longing that fell ten thousand years ago. In this world, besides me, only you can awaken Suifeng and guide him."

After a pause, the Empress continued, "If one unfortunately falls into a spatial turbulence and is plunged into the river of time..."

"Although I am formed from your tears, I also have my own obsessions." Li Xianglian tightly gripped the Samsara Mirror and smiled in a way similar to that of the Empress, saying, "Since you were willing to cut off half of your body for the Heavenly Lord Suifeng back then, guarding the passage for him for ten thousand years and enduring the pain of separation for ten thousand years, I should repay this karma."

Then she glanced at the Empress and said gently, "At least, I am the embodiment of your longing. Your survival means that I am not dead."

Above the vast sea of ​​clouds outside the palace, a sudden burst of blood-red light shot into the sky, and countless crimson clouds instantly surged toward the great formation of the Immaculate Temple.

At that moment, the Empress's aura suddenly surged, and the Immaculate Divine Sword in her hand unleashed a soaring sword aura.

She swung her sword, and in an instant, space was torn apart like paper.

Go! I'll wait for your return.

Li Xianglian took one last deep look at the Empress, her eyes unwavering, before turning and resolutely stepping into the unknown river of time.

Just as the space was about to be repaired, Li Xianglian heard the Empress's cold and resolute voice: "Seal."

A beam of blood-red light suddenly descended from the sky, and within it, a woman appeared serenely.

The woman had a pair of blood-red eyes. Her alluring gaze turned coldly toward the Empress, and she said without a trace of emotion, "Ten thousand years have passed. You have finally returned, my other half."

at the same time.

In the far west of the celestial realm, a figure dressed in black with long hair reaching his waist sat atop a black lotus. His expression was calm as he gazed at the monk who had blocked his way; the two stood facing each other in the air.

"Buddha, how have you been? I have ruled this Western Paradise for thirteen thousand years. Are you satisfied?"

"Amitabha, evil cannot prevail over good." The Buddha bowed his head, clasped his hands together, and his whole body radiated dazzling golden light.

"Oh? What is righteousness, and what is evil? If you, Tathagata, had no evil thoughts in your heart, how could someone like me exist?"

In the air, the golden lotus and the black lotus collided violently, thus beginning the battle between these sworn enemies. Meanwhile, on the other side, the fateful battle continued.

at the same time.

Tens of thousands of miles above the Great Zhou Imperial Palace, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

The people of the capital city hid in their homes, and a young wife was complaining to her husband for making such a casual vow.

Inside the palace, Jiang Pingfan and the others stood in the pouring rain, all looking up at Ye Beixuan as he slowly rose into the sky, until he stopped where lightning intertwined.

In the air, flashes of lightning occasionally streaked across the worried faces of the crowd. Thick bolts of lightning repeatedly struck a dark spot, making everyone's hearts clench with anxiety.

Finally, after eighty-one flashes of lightning, the sky cleared up, and a tiny, barely perceptible ray of light slowly rose toward the horizon.

At that moment, a voice rang in the ears of Jiang Pingfan and the others: "The rise and fall of a hundred years are like a dream."

at this time.

Ye Beixuan was pulled into the sky by a mysterious force, just like the heavenly ladder that everyone had walked up when he was conferred the title. He was getting closer and closer to the vortex in the sky.

And that vortex is precisely the passage between the immortals and the mortals.

The space here is distorted, and the passage is filled with fragmented space and small spacetime storms. If you are not careful, you will be swept into it and lost in the river of time.

Just as he was about to get close, the spatial barrier of the Immortal-Mortal Passage suddenly cracked. Accompanied by a sound like shattering glass, the spatial barrier gradually shattered like a spider web, and then collapsed with a bang.

In the shattered space, a bronze-horned, golden coffin suddenly appeared. The coffin was entangled in a web of blood, and four chains were fastened to its four corners, connecting heaven and earth.

"Heaven and Earth lift the coffin." Ye Beixuan was about to make a move when he was shocked to find that his spiritual power was sealed, and he could not move at all. His immortal body, which had just been tempered by lightning tribulation, was now powerless to resist.

The chains connecting the four corners of the bronze coffin to heaven and earth were suddenly pulled out and swiftly attacked Ye Beixuan like a serpent.

"This is... the corpse of a powerful being?" Ye Beixuan's pupils contracted sharply. Just as the chains wrapped around his neck, the spatial lightning protection of the entire passage completely shattered and collapsed, and the bronze coffin pulled Ye Beixuan down into the depths of the collapsed space-time.

The shattered fragments of space pierced his heart like sharp thorns; these were all the thoughts of mortals: there were infants cruelly abandoned in swaddling clothes, and peerless swordsmen dying alone atop mountain peaks.

Just then, the coffin lid of the bronze coffin slowly opened, and the coffin lid rubbed against the coffin body, making a piercing metallic sound. At the same time, a muttered voice came out: "We are all born of the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?"

After Ye Beixuan finally regained his footing, a map of billions of galaxies in the river of time and space appeared in his pupils.

There is no clear direction here. Countless luminous threads meander and flow between galaxies, and the ribbon-like light flows like a golden river.

With a loud bang, the bronze coffin shattered, trembled violently, and the dark green rust crumbled off.

The coffin lid was suddenly flung open, and a large amount of blood vapor gushed out of the coffin. The chains formed by the blood vapor once again bound Ye Beixuan tightly.

At this moment, the powerful corpse in the coffin suddenly sat up, and the entire coffin exploded instantly. The corpse's face was exactly the same as Ye Beixuan's, except that the blood-red light in its pupils seemed to be able to penetrate eras.

The corpse looked at Ye Beixuan with a sinister expression, its tone equally sinister: "We meet again."

A powerful pull came, and the blood-red chains suddenly straightened, forcibly pulling Ye Beixuan over, their fingertips touching.

Suddenly, fragments of memory flooded in like a tide. Ye Beixuan saw the Empress holding a colorless longsword, piercing the heart of the person in the coffin and sealing him inside.

A splitting headache washed over him like a tidal wave, and a boundless sense of resentment quickly enveloped him, even gradually filling his eyes with bloodshot hue.

"Why did you kill me? Why did you kill me?" Ye Beixuan roared in anguish.

The blood-red figure inside the coffin revealed an extremely sinister smile, and a voice that seemed to come from the deepest hell echoed in Ye Beixuan's ears: "Hate me! Hate me! Become my slave! You are no longer you, and I am no longer me."

At this critical moment, a shattered mirror suddenly flew out from Ye Beixuan's chest.

The mirror emitted a soft white light, and wherever that light touched, the blood-red chains shattered and broke like glass.

"It's you?" Xue Hai looked at the old man's phantom projected by the Samsara Mirror with surprise on his face and said, "You actually hid a wisp of your remnant soul in the Samsara Mirror? What a cunning scheme! It's just a pity that this body no longer belongs to you, but to me."

"Then let's give it a try?" The old man chuckled, and then his phantom image flashed, disappearing into the corpse inside the bronze coffin in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the corpse began to act strangely, grabbing its own neck with both hands, as if it had fallen into a state of frenzied self-harm.

One moment its body was surging with blood and energy, and the next it was shining with golden light.

"Even if I destroy this body, you will never be able to control it."

For a moment, his afterimages were everywhere in the starry sky, as if the Blood Sea and the old man were fiercely fighting for control of the corpse of the Wind-Following Heavenly Lord.

Ye Beixuan stared at the powerful corpse of the Heavenly Monarch, secretly shocked.

Unexpectedly, the Heavenly Lord of the Wind was so powerful, but even such a powerful person could not escape the fate of dying and disappearing.

"boom!"

A deafening roar erupted, and the body of the Wind-Following Heavenly Lord was left battered and bruised.

A sinister voice echoed from the sky: "Ye Suifeng, so what if you won? The power of the Samsara Mirror is probably exhausted! You'll all be lost in this river of time and space! Hahahaha..."

"Sigh..." Ye Suifeng looked at the body he hadn't seen in a long time, sighed softly, and said in a calm tone, "Whether you can get out or not depends on you now."

"Watch me?" Ye Beixuan's heart skipped a beat. If even a great power like you is helpless, what can a little Karami who has just become an immortal do?
"You must find that light. Once you find it, you can get out." With that, Ye Suifeng pointed a finger at Ye Beixuan's brow, transferring all his life's power to him.

Infused with a large amount of immortal spiritual power, Ye Beixuan felt his meridians expand rapidly, and his bones cracked and popped.

After a long while, the light of the Samsara Mirror grew dimmer, and the corpse of Lord Suifeng was covered with cracks.

"I have already passed on my power to you, but your body cannot withstand it, so I sealed a portion of it. As you continue to repair the Book of Creation and improve, you will gradually be able to unseal it and control this power." Ye Suifeng's expression was calm, but the cracks on his body were growing larger and larger.

"And what about you?" Ye Beixuan asked subconsciously.

"Me?" Ye Suifeng laughed. "I'm already dead, I shouldn't exist in this world. Remember, find that light, and you can get out."

After saying this, Lord Suifeng burst forth with intense light, followed by a violent explosion, and then turned into ashes, disappearing without a trace.

"Light? Where is it?" Ye Beixuan looked around. The place was filled with light, but he couldn't find the beam of light that Ye Suifeng had mentioned.

Where exactly is this light?
(End of this chapter)