The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Chapter 288 Lord Siming Hall

At the summit of the Nine Netherworld Continent, the majestic Holy Spirit Mountain stands tall.

This mountain was born at the beginning of this world and grew before heaven and earth were separated.

For millennia, draped in clouds and crowned by stars, it has sat alone atop the Nine Netherworlds, witnessing the vicissitudes of time.

The Starry Sky Chariot, chasing stars and the moon, broke through the clouds and slowly landed on the summit of Holy Spirit Mountain.

In front of the Hall of Fate.

The Xuan Tian Bagua Grand Array slowly rotated.

The great formation covered an area of a hundred feet, with eight trigrams deeply engraved on the snow-covered white jade ground, each line flowing with a faint silver light.

The celestial mist rose from the formation, like gauze or silk, swirling and lingering.

The magnificent palaces are hidden amidst the mist and clouds, and the jade palaces float above the sea of clouds.

Between the eaves and brackets, hundreds of bronze bells hang down, swaying gently in the wind and producing clear, melodious sounds.

The sound of the bell seemed otherworldly, more like a celestial melody drifting down from the heavens.

"Finally back..."

A young and handsome figure stood before the hall.

He wore a black and white yin-yang Taoist robe, which moved without wind, and there was a faint radiance flowing in the sleeves, as if the entire galaxy was hidden inside.

He simply leaned slightly against the white jade carved pillars, watching the cloud chariot slowly descend.

Watching the wind and moon unfold, gazing at the mountains and clouds drift leisurely.

He is Ling Zixian, the master of the inner palace of the Si Ming Palace and the senior brother of the Imperial Preceptor He Lichen.

The Hall of Fate has two hall masters, one in charge of external affairs and the other in charge of internal affairs. They have the same status but different responsibilities.

"The grand formation has been activated."

Ling Zixian's voice slowly faded away. Her voice was extremely pleasant, clear and crisp with a touch of languor, and the last syllable lingered slightly, like a wisp of smoke in the afternoon sunlight.

Yet, between the words and phrases, it seems as if divine secrets are being revealed, each word resonating within the cycle of reincarnation.

"Send Huai Xian into the Myriad Stars Array, using starlight as a guide to extend his life."

Upon hearing this, Song Jun immediately ordered people to carry a cloud sedan chair and send He Lichen to the Star Gazing Platform.

As the cloud sedan chair passed by him, Ling Zixian's gaze fell on that pale, paper-white face.

His junior apprentice.

That junior brother who was clearly the most disciplined, yet broke all the rules for one person.

He sighed softly.

I watched the cloud sedan chair disappear into the distance.

The wind brushed against his eyebrows, his clothes, and his loose hair.

Behind him stood the majestic Hall of Fate.

Inside the hall are the life lamps of the successive masters of the Hall of Fate, one by one, hanging above the dome, their light flickering like stars.

He gazed in that direction and suddenly spoke softly.

"Oh, Huai Xian, Huai Xian..."

His voice was ethereal, like a gentle breeze passing through a snow-covered pine tree.

"The Dao heart you guarded was ultimately shattered by that fiery woman."

He faced tribulation for her, died for her, and for her, he crushed his immortal bones into the mortal world.

"My heart is set on the bright moon, yet my body is trapped in the mortal world."

The spirit murmured softly.

"Junior brother, why are you doing this to yourself?"

He was the loneliest star in the highest heavens, destined to coldly observe the turmoil of the mortal world.

But that woman dragged him, this crane, down from the heavens to the mortal world, willingly burning him to become a warm night lamp.

He had no way to avoid this calamity.

Ling Zixian raised her eyes and looked towards the observatory.

Those eyes were as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

"If we cannot overcome this calamity—"

Before he could finish speaking...

A series of hurried footsteps approached.

Songjun staggered over, his face as pale as paper.

He knelt down with a thud, his knees hitting the white jade floor with a dull thud.

"Lord of the Palace!"

His voice was trembling.

"Something terrible has happened—"

He looked up, his eyes filled with terror.

"The Imperial Preceptor's life-giving lamp has been extinguished!"

Ling Zixian's eyes flickered slightly.

It's like a gentle breeze.

As Ke Songyun knelt there, she clearly felt a chill creep up her spine.

"Where is the Myriad Stars Array?"

Ling Zixian's voice remained calm.

"Useless...it's useless!"

Songjun's voice trembled violently.

"The grand formation is still operating, but the life lamp... has gone out!"

Ling Zixian's hand hung idly at her side, her knuckles slightly white.

The originally languid shoulder line gradually became taut.

The taut arc was so small that it was almost invisible.

But Songjun saw it.

He knelt there, waiting for a response.

Ling Zixian remained silent.

He just stood there, gazing in the direction of the observatory.

Then, his voice rang out.

The voice was no longer languid, no longer casual.

Every word seemed to float from the deepest abyss.

"Since Heaven is unforgiving, it takes its anger out on Huai Xian."

His words, each one distinct, were like ice cracking in an abyss.

"If we can't overcome this tribulation, then we'll force it, we'll fight against the heavens—"

His Taoist robe billowed.

Songjun felt a blur before his eyes.

That lazy figure had already disappeared from the spot.

On the stargazing platform.

The light of the Myriad Stars Array has dimmed.

That grand formation was supposed to use starlight as a guide and heaven and earth as a furnace to extend the lifespan of those within it.

But now, only a few scattered spots of light remained in the formation, flickering uncertainly in the darkness.

At the heart of the formation, the life lamp hung silently.

It's off.

Outside the formation, all the disciples knelt on the ground.

They hung their heads, not daring to make a sound, not daring to move, and even suppressing their breathing to a minimum.

suddenly.

A figure appeared at the front of the formation.

The spirit is at ease.

He stood there, his robes like mist, his hair flowing.

He gazed at the lamp.

I gaze at that lamp that will never light up again.

He remained silent.

Everyone held their breath.

On the observatory, all that could be heard was the sound of the wind and the occasional ringing of copper bells.

Then, he moved.

He stepped into the great formation.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He walked to the center of the formation, to the lamp.

He stretched out his hand.

Those slender fingers gently stroked the lamp.

It was cold.

There is no temperature.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the gray wick.

Then, he looked up.

A cold glint was now burning in those languid eyes.

He stood in the center of the Myriad Stars Formation, his hands forming a hand seal.

The hand seals were extremely complex, with each finger gesture flowing rapidly from his fingertips, so fast it was dazzling.

With each finger gesture, a ray of light emanated from his fingertips.

Thousands of stars shone around him in succession.

As the light shimmered, he was enveloped in a dazzling galaxy.

"Rules of the Lord of the Palace of Fate"

His voice rang out, very soft and faint.

"You must not interfere with the cause and effect of mortal affairs, or what will happen..."

"I've been watching for so many years."

His lips curled up slightly, his smile carrying a hint of languor, unruliness, and a resolute determination to go all out.

"I didn't remember a single word."

The words fell.

His palm shone brightly.

That's a forbidden technique.

It was a taboo that the Lord of the Palace of Fate should not have touched.

It is a heaven-defying technique that no one has dared to use in the past three thousand years.

But he couldn't care less.

He forcibly snatched a sliver of life from the hands of Heaven.

Rekindle that dim and lifeless lamp.

"Light the lamp—"

He spoke each word with a voice as sharp as tearing silk.

"To prolong life!"

The words fell.

On the observatory, hundreds of bronze bells rang in unison.

The bell rang deafeningly, echoing through the heavens, as if heaven and earth were mourning together, or as if all spirits were praying in unison.

Within the formation, the life lamp suddenly lit up for a moment.

A very faint sound.

Like a candle flame in the wind, it could be extinguished at any moment.

Ling Zixian did not stop.

He personally protected that life lamp, its starlight never fading in his palm.

As his robes fluttered, it seemed as if the waters of the deepest abyss were churning behind him.

That was his natal star.

At this moment, it is being transferred into that life lamp, one portion at a time.

Gradually, it was peeled away from him.

"Lord of the Palace!"

Songjun rushed forward, his face pale.

"You'll do that—"

"Shut up."

Ling Zixian's voice rang out softly.

Song Jun swallowed the rest of his sentence.

Ling Zixian gazed at the life lamp, at its faint light that seemed ready to be extinguished at any moment.

His face had begun to turn pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But he didn't stop.

"Anyway, I've hardly ever followed the rules of heaven in my life."

His voice was soft, with his usual languid quality.

"I only seek enlightenment in my heart."

He looked at the lamp of life, at its faint yet tenacious light.

"Huai Xian".

He called out softly.

"You'd give your life for that woman."

"Is it too much for your senior brother to defy the heavens just this once?"

The radiance gradually faded.

The starlight in Ling Zixian's palm had faded to almost invisible.

He stood there, his robes slightly disheveled and his hair slightly damp.

The lamp of life hung silently in his palm.

The light from the wick was so faint that it seemed as if a gust of wind would extinguish it.

But in the end, it was burning.

Ling Zixian looked at the light.

Suddenly, his body swayed slightly.

The swaying was extremely slight and faint.

But Songjun saw it.

He rushed forward and helped Ling Zixian up.

"Lord of the Palace!"

Ling waved his hand casually and stood firm.

His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were completely bloodless.

But as he gazed at the lamp of life, at its faint light, he suddenly smiled again.

This time, his smile was lazy, just like when he usually lay on his cloud bed reading a book.

"Pine and Bamboo".

"exist."

"Prepare the carriage."

Songjun was taken aback.

"Where is the Lord going?"

Ling Zixian raised her head and looked towards the end of the sea of clouds.

That's the direction of the Moon-Weaving Sea Kingdom.

"It is said that the Heart of Cangxue has the power to bring the dead back to life."

His voice was calm and resolute.

"Our tribulation before Huai Xian—"

"However, we still have to get through it."

Songjun stared at him blankly, speechless for a moment.

The Lord of the Palace of Fate is at ease.

His courtesy name was Yunjuan, and his pseudonym was Xianyunzi. He was the master of the inner palace of the God of Destiny and the laziest person in the Nine Netherworld Continent.

He always said, "You all do your thing, I'll just relax. Everyone's happy."

"Huai Xian, Huai Xian... are you in such a hurry to undergo your tribulation?"

"The outside world is no fun. Come back when you're tired of it."

But for that foolish junior brother who was willing to die for love.

He ultimately meddled in this troublesome affair.

The cloud chariot rose into the sky and headed towards the Weaving Moon Sea Kingdom.

Inside the carriage, Lingzi leaned against the armrest, her eyes closed, as if she were about to fall asleep.

His face remained pale, but his hands were always tucked into his sleeves.

Protecting that faint lamp of life.

The light on the wick flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Like a crane, gently flapping its wings among the clouds.

Ling Zixian closed her eyes, but the corners of her lips were slightly raised.