Many children, many blessings; my family helped me win over the ultimate fairy.

Chapter 92 Selflessly Feeding Demons

She once thought her Buddhist heart was unbreakable.

Clear and bright inside and out, like crystal.

But Jiang Yuan's few words,

Yet it is like the sharpest vajra.

It cracked her crystal-clear heart with countless fissures.

"arrive."

Jiang Yuan stopped and turned around, a half-smile on his face.

The hot spring water in the Hehuan Pavilion was steaming.

Unidentified flower petals floated on the water's surface, emitting a sweet fragrance.

This is hardly a place for philosophical discussions.

It was clearly a haven of gentle pleasures, but also a graveyard for heroes.

Miaoyin stopped at the entrance of the waterside pavilion, her white robes fluttering slightly in the wind.

Her pure Buddhist kingdom has collapsed.

At this moment, Miaoyin is nothing more than a lost believer.

Jiang Yuan did not urge him, and slowly stepped into the hot spring.

Warm water enveloped the body.

He leaned comfortably against the pool wall and closed his eyes.

he knows,

For a seeker of the Dao whose heart is broken,

Nothing is more tempting than witnessing firsthand a world that can crush one's own path.

Time passed by, second by second.

The only sound in the courtyard was the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

And the sound of water rippling gently.

Miaoyin, barefoot, walked down the steps, one step at a time.

She lowered her head and looked at Jiang Yuan, who was resting with his eyes closed.

In the moonlight, he was as handsome as a god.

The aura of creation emanating from his body.

"Sit down in front of me."

Jiang Yuan's voice rang out, calm and undisturbed.

Miaoyin hesitated for a moment, but finally obeyed and slowly moved her body to sit opposite Jiang Yuan.

"Don't you want to see the real paradise?"

Jiang Yuan opened his eyes, his deep pupils seemingly reflecting the stars in the heavens.

"Now, open your mind, and I, the Imperial Prince, will show you what creation truly means."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand casually.

They led Miaoyin into a special palace.

There were no luxurious decorations here; in the center of the hall was a huge mirror made of an unknown crystal.

The mirror's surface is as smooth as water, yet as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, seemingly capable of swallowing all light.

"This is the Mirror of Inquiry, which can reflect the thoughts of the Dao mind and evolve the ultimate Dao."

Jiang Yuan said calmly.

He raised his hand and pointed, and the mirror surface shimmered, instantly revealing a scene.

It was a gray, lifeless, boundless void.

No sound, no light, no life.

You can't even feel the passage of time.

In the center of nothingness,

There was a huge golden statue, solemn and dignified, which was exactly the image of Miaoyin herself.

She sat there quietly, unchanging through the ages, eternally immortal.

This is the emptiness she sought.

It is the end of annihilation.

"This is your paradise."

Jiang Yuan's voice rang out in the hall.

"No suffering, no pleasure. No birth, no death. All returns to silence, to eternal nothingness. Do you think this makes sense?"

Miaoyin looked at herself in the mirror.

His face was expressionless, like a perfect work of art.

She once thought this was her final destination, the other side from which she could escape the sea of suffering.

But at this moment, an unprecedented loneliness and fear spread from the deepest part of her heart.

Is eternal solitude truly liberation?

Before she could answer, Jiang Yuan pointed his finger at the mirror again.

The scenery changes.

The void shattered, and colors surged in. Mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars, bustling city life, the smoke of war... countless scenes flashed rapidly in the mirror.

She saw a baby being born, and the family wept with joy.

A couple made vows of eternal love under the moonlit flowers.

The general died on the battlefield, his body wrapped in horsehide, his blood staining the battlefield.

That was the sea of suffering she spoke of, filled with birth, aging, sickness, death, love, hate, and grudges.

But the expressions on every face, whether joy, anger, sadness, or despair, were so vivid, so...real.

"Your Way sits at the end of the river, watching the waters dry up and all things wither."

Jiang Yuan's voice, like the sound of the Great Dao, struck her heart with each word.

"And my way is that ever-flowing river. There are fish and shrimp, water plants, whirlpools, and waves in the river. It nourishes all things, but it also devours life."

Tell me, which is more real: the dryness at the end, or the process of flowing water?

Miaoyin's delicate body trembled violently, and she could no longer speak.

Just as she lost her composure,

Jiang Yuan's figure appeared in front of her without her noticing.

He didn't use any rough methods; he simply extended a finger and gently touched her brow.

A wisp of primordial purple energy, pure to the extreme.

Following his fingertips, it flowed into Miaoyin's sea of consciousness.

This aura is not aggressive.

It is gentle yet domineering.

Like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, it silently seeped into her broken Buddhist world.

Wherever the purple aura passed,

Those withered golden lotuses miraculously came back to life.