Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"But those are Empress Yueqi's thoughts, right? What are your thoughts? Are they the same?"

"I have already stated my thoughts. I have not personally experienced the failure of Empress Yueqi, which was the failure of an empire that was all for naught. Therefore, I do not have a deep feeling about that sense of frustration and dissatisfaction."

However, when I was strolling around the snow-capped mountains earlier, I saw the people who had lived in peace and prosperity in their ancestral land, and the children were happy. I felt gratified.

This must be a great achievement you stumbled upon by accident, something even Empress Yueqi couldn't accomplish!

Chu Mingkong felt a little embarrassed by Yuehe's few words. He felt that he was usually quite thick-skinned, so why was he so easily flattered?

He joked, "If I ever get the chance, I'll have to get the people of the Snow Mountain Tribe to erect a monument or statue for me, preferably next to your temple!"

The kitten didn't quite understand these things yet, but when she heard her father say that he wanted to get together with her mother, she naturally chimed in, saying in her clear voice:

"The cat needs one too, to sit next to Mom."

Yuehe reached out and stroked her daughter's face, neither commenting nor disagreeing with her innocent words, but simply smiling gently:

"And regarding the Yin hour (lunar calendar), I've thought about it a lot..."

Chu Mingkong was both surprised and delighted. Could it be that he had made some new discovery?

His biggest concern for Yuehe right now is what will happen to her after the Yin Time ends. If there is any way to keep her here completely, to "receive flesh" for her and integrate her into the present world, that would be the best thing ever.

However, this level of question was far too advanced for Chu Mingkong.

Asking the system for a body won't work either; Yuehe's inherent status is too high. Even his master's wife can't be molded into a body, let alone Yuehe, this "ancient person."

"Yuehe, what have you figured out?"

Yuehe seemed to sense what Chu Mingkong was expecting from his surprise, and shook his head helplessly:

“It’s Jiao’er’s. Have Feng Ying take Jiao’er and Maomao back to the place in Jin. Jiao’er has the Sands of Time left behind by the ancient witch, right? We should be able to try to find Jiao’er’s mother.”

The cat, however, should stay away from Kunlun for as long as possible.

Chu Mingkong's expression gradually faded, even becoming somewhat serious. He sensed something was amiss and asked with a furrowed brow:

Why?

"I don't know, my knowledge is still too limited, but I feel it's better to take the cat away from home." Yuehe suddenly pointed out the window.

Unbeknownst to them, the sky had unwittingly descended into the shadows of dark clouds pressing down on the city.

The wind and birds were nowhere to be seen. The entire Immortal Pavilion stood alone under the empty black clouds, like a drifting leaf in the vast ocean, ethereal and rootless.

Everything in the sky happens in an instant.

Yuehe met her daughter's bright, dark eyes and gently stroked her little face. Suddenly, the cat's eyelids drooped, and she drifted off to sleep, where she was gently placed to lie down beside her.

"What else did Yuehe sense?" Chu Mingkong asked urgently, sensing that something big was about to happen.

“I want to know more than you do, Mingkong. I enjoy my life after you brought me to Xiling, but I’m also thinking about the meaning and motivation of my existence. I should know soon.”

Chu Mingkong took a deep breath to compose himself, and his words squeezed out of his throat:

"You mean...you're about to leave me? Is the Yin period almost over?"

Yuehe grasped his hand, pulled the man into her arms, and embraced him, their arms around each other's shoulders. She said:

"Calm down."

"How am I supposed to stay calm? What am I supposed to say when the cat wakes up tomorrow and asks me where you went?!"

Yuehe felt she had never been so troubled before. A look of reluctance appeared on her face, and she spoke with difficulty:

"With Fengying around, and many people who care about the cat, it's clear she's still happy to stay by your side, but sometimes you tease her too much."

You don't need to worry about the various situations you encounter later; they shouldn't be too difficult for you to handle.

"...Alright, I think I know pretty well why Yin Shi called me here."

The two, who were embracing, looked out the window almost simultaneously.

Amidst the faint moonlight emerging from the gloomy sea of ​​clouds, a streak of fire pierced through the darkness, tearing the sky apart—

A deafening crash resounded!

The world was completely still.

Only the crackling sound of the undying starlight scorching the earth abruptly appeared in the hearts of everyone, near and far.

Before the Kunlun Ruins, a mountain peak vanished into thin air, leaving only a huge crater left by the bombardment.

In the center of the deep pit, the ancient coffin was tempered into a crystal-like state by the falling flames.

Through the surface of this magnificent and mysterious crystal coffin, the face of Empress Yueying is reflected by the diamond-like surface.

Reflected in the crystal jade were also her deep eyes gazing at the sky.

Chapter 446 The Moon Has its Phases (Part 3)

Several figures flew out of the Immortal Treasure Pavilion in a flash, and in an instant, they had disappeared beyond the range of sight.

Feng Ying held the cat in her arms, while Zuo Qiuchi, who was traveling with her, hugged Jiao'er.

"Fengying, what's going on over there?" This should be one of the few moments that Zuo Qiuchi has been lucid in recent days.

This forces one to stay alert; the oppressive aura over there creates a suffocating feeling even from a distance.

The spiritual vein can be said to be an organ through which cultivators breathe the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, near Kunlun, due to the sudden appearance of the ancient coffin, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to be forcibly crushed into dust, blocked and solidified, and the spiritual vein once felt suffocated.

As Fengying replied, she did not stop running away. Before the scenery on both sides could even leave a trace, she had already left it behind.

"I don't know. Mingkong didn't tell me much in detail either. He just told me to get Maomao and Jiao'er away from there as quickly as possible and try to get to Jin."

"Jin? The place where we found Jiao'er?" Zuo Qiuchi looked down at the petite mirage girl in his arms. The little girl was also fast asleep under the hypnosis of the power.

"Um......"

Feng Ying gave a simple reply. Zuo Qiuchi was also annoyed and didn't have the patience to explain in detail, or perhaps she knew very little about it herself, so he didn't press her for details.

What Fengying is doing now is simply carrying out Chu Mingkong's instructions and trying his best to get the cat away from there.

She also longed to stay by Chu Mingkong's side and find out what the situation was like over there, but his request indicated that it was an urgent matter that had to be done.

Zuo Qiuchi cradled Jiao'er's head in one hand, glancing back at the Kunlun Ruins. The fallen "meteorite" exuded an unparalleled sense of presence and conquest.

The traces of His fall are hard to erase, still hanging like a waterfall or river beneath the sky, only this waterfall is now strewn with flames and sparks.

This was the only color under that gloomy sky.

“How about I take the cat over there, and you go back to help Mingkong? At least now that you’ve broken through to the Divine Soul Realm, you should be better able to handle the situation than I am,” Zuo Qiuchi asked tentatively.

She wanted to go and check the situation herself, but rationally speaking, Fengying could help more than she could at the moment, and escorting the cat didn't require the two of them to go together.

"No need. If we're really talking about helping, there's Yuehe and Bai Niang over there, and Kunlun Hill is just a stone's throw away. It would be easy for the Daoist sect to offer assistance. We should just do our job..."

Qiuchi, do you see that over there?

Fengying remained vigilant, pointing in the direction they had previously used to confirm the location of the Yin Time Gate.

That gate belonged to the past, to the underworld, but now many people dressed in ancient clothes walked out, and even ancient behemoths emerged from it. Their footsteps shook the heavens and the earth.

In some nearby places, it was as if a hundred ghosts were walking at night, and the spirits of the underworld were constantly breaking through the soil and splitting rocks.

"Mingkong isn't going to send me here as a bodyguard to deal with these guys, is he?" Zuo Qiuchi's lips twitched.

Fengying's goal remained clear and unambiguous, and she immediately stated:

"Let's ignore these things for now. We'll deal with them when we're completely blocked from moving. For now, let's avoid them if we can."

......

At this strange moment, another force is also approaching.

Above the golden clouds, several bald monks in robes sat leisurely side by side, some carrying water gourds on their shoulders, others supporting pagodas with one hand...

They were all there to stop Chu Mingkong in order to confirm the whereabouts of the Goddess Bodhisattva.

The goddess bodhisattva's reincarnation suddenly disappeared for a long time due to her mission to convert Chu Mingkong. Regardless of the Asura King's statement, someone in the Buddhist community should confirm it.

Let's see how the goddess Bodhisattva fared, and how Chu Mingkong fared. Was the conversion halfway done, or was Chu Mingkong so stubborn and unyielding that he was forcibly sent back to the formless realm?

Even if they cannot enter the Wuxiang Heaven, they can find out something by stopping Chu Mingkong to confirm.

However, the monks who had never stopped walking were stunned by the ancient coffin that had fallen from the sky.

Even the monks, whose eyes were always squinted, put away their kind faces and opened their eyes to stare at that being.

"Is this... a real, existing pressure?" The monk who spoke stammered; none of them were below the level of an Arhat.

"Could it be someone from the Celestial Realm? No, this humble monk had the privilege of experiencing the power of a Celestial Realm expert once before, but it wasn't as overwhelming as this. Did the Asura King possess such oppressive power after his enlightenment as the Bodhisattva of Boundless Intent?"

One of the Arhat monks, who specialized in hearing and sight and had remained silent for years, suddenly had golden light flash in his eyes, piercing through illusions and staring directly at the spot where the ancient coffin had fallen. He was momentarily stunned and exclaimed in shock:

"In that coffin... is the body of Empress Yueqi. She has come back to life!"

"What do you mean, that puppet empress? According to the scriptures, an old monk later met with that puppet empress and said that even the combined power of an entire nation couldn't compare to that of an Arhat."

"This is the one who disappeared after the founding of the country! Has the corpse developed self-awareness?"

However, the Arhat monk stared for too long, and the gaze reflected from the crystal jade coffin met his heavenly eye.

The gaze from within the coffin was like an invisible sharp edge, slashing along the path of the Heavenly Eye's vision!

next moment--

Suddenly, the third eye of the Arhat with Ears and Eyes "bloomed," and a shocking wound was cut from the eye sockets on both sides to the brow bone in the center.

As if it were intentional, the Arhat monk's life force was not lost, and his companions could see through the wounds that the Arhat monk's brain was intact.

Suddenly, each of the monks displayed their extraordinary abilities and fled far away in unison without the slightest hesitation.

Regardless of what exactly happened, fleeing became their subconscious action.

......

Under Chu Mingkong's instructions, Qingse drove the Immortal Treasure Pavilion back a great distance. Regardless of the speed at which it consumed energy, it might not be long before they returned to the Snow Mountain Tribe.

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Chu Mingkong had been holding Yuehe's hand tightly for some time now, as if he were afraid that he would lose her if he was not careful.

The two stood high in the sky, not straining their eyes to stare in that direction, which was probably why Chu Mingkong was not attacked because of his gaze.