I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 457 Mayfly Pillow (Seeking monthly votes)
After settling Zhao Cangyun in, Jiang Yi leaned back on the soft couch in the back hall of her Songfeng Pavilion, let out a long breath, rubbed her neck, and relaxed completely.

Zhaoming and Yaoling were on Sword Tomb Mountain, while all the demons were in seclusion.

On one hand, they need to thoroughly refine the rare and precious materials they have absorbed, and on the other hand, they need to completely integrate their own demonic aura with the aura of the Five Elements Grand Array within the Immortal Crossing.

This takes time and patience; it can't be rushed.

In the spirit field, the guardian stone golem, along with the blood ginseng dolls and leaf-eared rabbits, planted all the ancient spirit plant seeds that Hong Li had obtained in the Tai Xuan Secret Realm.

Although the spiritual soil was nourished by spiritual energy and multiplied considerably, making the spiritual field fertile, Jiang Yi was still unsure whether the seedlings could be successfully cultivated.

Jiang Yi suddenly remembered the Green Wood Cauldron, which had already been developed into a space for cultivating spiritual herbs. It might be even more suitable for growing these ancient spiritual plants than the Youxian Ferry.

Once Hongli wakes up, I'll leave it to her to handle.

"Now that the major tasks are all finished, let's take advantage of this free time and see what other gains we've made on this trip."

Jiang Yi took out the jade pillow she had obtained from the treasure vault, the lion painting scroll that Zhenshan Duanjin had given her, and the recording stone that they had used to record their trials of Dan Ding and Bai Lian.

Besides the series of gains from the Kunlun Dao Seal, the Five Elements Spiritual Energy, the Black and White Dao Lotus, and the Creation Spiritual Spring obtained during the Youxian Ferry, only these two things remained from this trip to the secret realm.

The techniques of "Nine Revolutions of Burning Heaven," the innate divine water, and the essence blood of the nine-tailed celestial fox have all been used up, transforming into increased strength for the various demons.

Jiang Yi was very patient and not in a hurry. She first checked the memory stones one by one.

It contained materials and secret methods related to alchemy and weapon crafting from the ancient times. She was too lazy to learn them, so she just skimmed through them and handed them over to Zhu Xin to record later.

She leaned back on the cushions and pointed, causing the scroll on the table to float in mid-air and unfold vertically in front of her.

The main subject of the painting is a mythical beast called Suanni, which sits proudly on a blue stone. It has the body of a lion and the head of a dragon, with a mane like flames, four claws treading on clouds, and a jade disc with fire patterns in its mouth. Its eyes appear to be closed, but they will slowly open under the stimulation of spiritual energy, revealing a majestic and imposing light.

There were several lines of very small ancient characters on the side of the painting. Jiang Yi read them carefully several times and understood their meaning.

The gist of the story is that during the heyday of the Dragon Clan, demons roamed the West Fire Mountains, and the Dragon Clan ordered the mythical beast Suanni to guard the West Mountain.

Later, Suanni exhausted its essence to seal the demons. The powerful dragon clan could not bear to see its spirit and form dissipate, so they mixed Suanni's life essence with several rare and precious materials to condense its spirit, power, and part of its original power into a painting, which was named 'Suanni Guardian Painting'.

This painting has been preserved in the Kunlun Treasure Vault for an unknown number of tens or hundreds of thousands of years, and the core imprint of the Suanni bloodline and the source of its power still remain.

Jiang Yisuo murmured, "The Suanni is the son of a dragon and a lion. Zhenshan and Duanjin are stone lions. It is said that when they saw the Suanni in this painting, they felt the power of the demon race was restless. Could it be that they can obtain the original power of the Suanni by visualizing this painting?"

Jiang Yi hovered in mid-air, flipping through the scroll. This was not a treasure suitable for her to use, nor was there any explanation of its function. She could only put the painting away temporarily and return it to Zhenshan Duanjin later, so that they could visualize it for a while during their cultivation and see the effect.

"The final highlight is you, the mayfly pillow that can be used as a brick to throw at people."

Jiang Yi picked up the jade pillow in front of her and began a preliminary purification, carefully probing the mayfly pillow with her divine sense.

Upon contact, a coolness even more mellow than the Creation Spring seeped into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the Kunlun etched image shrouded in clouds and mist on the pillow suddenly lit up, with light and shadow flowing between the miniature mountains, as if they had come to life.

Jiang Yi's golden core trembled slightly, and pure magical power flowed into her jade pillow along a specific trajectory.

The cloud-like patterns on the jade pillow seemed to come alive, radiating inner brilliance, and the coolness became gentle and comforting.

The refining process went surprisingly smoothly, with almost no obstacles, as if the jade pillow had been waiting for her in silence for thousands of years.

When her divine imprint was imprinted on the core of the mayfly pillow, Jiang Yi clearly felt a spiritual connection.

The moment she has a thought, the pillow will fly out and hit someone.

"Let's try sleeping with one."

Jiang Yi placed the mayfly pillow on top of the soft couch and lay down.

The moment my head touched the pillow, a warm and comfortable feeling, as if I were returning to the womb, spread throughout my body.

Jiang Yi didn't even have time to think further before instantly falling into a deep sleep. This pillow seemed to be perfectly suited to the "Sleeping Immortal Technique," requiring no guidance whatsoever, and the laziness energy within Jiang Yi's body began to circulate on its own, with both circulation and absorption being more efficient than ever before.

Jiang Yi lost her sense of time during her dreamless slumber. She didn't know how long she had slept; it might have been just a moment, or it might have felt like many years.

clang--

clang--

clang--

The resounding bronze bell, powerful and majestic, jolted Jiang Yi awake from his slumber.

She slowly opened her eyes, her pupils filled with the confusion of someone just waking up.

"Senior Sister Chen! Wake up! The morning bell has rung three times already. If you don't go to the Xuanzhen Dojo soon, you'll be punished by being sent to the back mountain for solitary meditation!"

A clear, urgent voice rang in my ears.

Jiang Yi jolted awake, fully waking up, and looked in the direction of the sound.

A bright and intelligent young girl stood by the bed, looking at her anxiously.

The girl was dressed in a white Taoist robe, with an exquisitely crafted circle of golden cloud patterns around the collar, cuffs, and other areas, shimmering with light and color. It was a Taoist robe from the Kunlun Immortal Palace.

This is not Songfeng Pavilion in Youxian Ferry, and she is not Jiang Yi.

Time travel or a dream?

Jiang Yi subconsciously touched her face, then turned to look at the bronze mirror hanging on one side of the room. The mirror reflected the figure of a female cultivator in a white robe with gold patterns, but her face was shrouded in a hazy mist, though the outline of her eyebrows and eyes could be vaguely discerned as that of a woman.

"I...I'm coming right now."

A hoarse and languid female voice, not belonging to Jiang Yi, came out of her throat with extreme naturalness, as if it were the body's instinct.

The female disciple breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her reply, "Then hurry up, I'll go and save a spot!"

After saying that, he hurriedly turned around and left.

The room fell silent again, with only the lingering sound of the bell echoing between the beams and pillars.

As Jiang Yi sat on the hard jade couch, she suddenly remembered the lingering resentment of the old Taoist priest from Xuandu Temple. Could this place also be a memory of lingering resentment?

The owner of this lingering regret is 'Senior Sister Chen', who cultivates in the Kunlun Immortal Palace.

Is this Senior Sister Chen the Lazy Immortal?

Jiang Yi got up and pushed open the door. Outside, the sun shone brightly, and the fairy mist swirled. The magnificent buildings stretched endlessly, and the spiritual energy between the carved beams and painted rafters turned into rain and rainbows.

In the distance, there is a magnificent plaza suspended above the sea of ​​clouds, paved with millennia-old white jade, and surrounded by dozens of towering dragon pillars. Figures in white robes with gold patterns gather from all directions like stars.

That was the Kunlun Main Square that she had visited with Chonghe Daojun!
Now it is no longer a phantom; it is magnificent and solemn, surrounded by celestial aura, and the bell still echoes in the clouds, announcing the start of the morning classes.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Yi couldn't help but click her tongue, "I came here to sleep, not to attend class. What kind of early morning class is this? Even a dog wouldn't go!"

After saying that, Jiang Yi turned around and walked in the opposite direction from the square.

As if because his thoughts and regrets aligned, a thought suddenly popped into Jiang Yi's mind.

There's a quiet spot in the back hills, perfect for relaxing and sleeping without being discovered or disturbed.

　see you tomorrow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)