Chapter 305: Old Appearance

That brilliant golden pupil instantly shrouded over. The whole world seemed to become a cliff. Seeing Pei Ye suddenly was about to fall, but the next moment the rope cast by Chunshou tightly held him. Seeing Pei Ye was pulled back to the real world, and the Divine Child's bright golden pupil was still in front of him.

Shanyu had already pierced into its forehead and penetrated from the back of its head, but it seemed to be just a skin injury not worth mentioning, causing no influence at all.

—Clearly when Zhanxin Liuli came straight toward it, those tentacles rose to block it!

Seeing Pei Ye therefore identified this place. Why was it that when he really stabbed the sword into it, he encountered a tease?

However, the Divine Child's golden pupils remained calm, without any meaning of mockery.

Seeing Pei Ye had no time to think about why this was the case. The body that had exerted all its strength for the last sword had no room for maneuver, and the help was still blocked behind. After failing to eat its heart-mind, a dragon shadow whistled from behind and hit the boy's back fiercely.

The sound of bone cracking was like squeezing a handful of wheat straw in his hand. The boy fell to the ground like a broken sack. Within two breaths, dark red blood flowed into a small pool on the ground.

First suffering the binding and then supporting the snow collapse, that body was already seriously injured, and the Divine Child's last strike did not hold back at all. For a Five-Life realm cultivator, this was already a serious injury close to death.

Seeing Pei Ye lay on the ground gasping, trying to seal the bleeding mouth with residual true Qi, but the body almost exploded under that strike, and the wounds were more than the true Qi.

The battle of the weak overcoming the strong was like this, using all his strength to place the bet, but he could not control whether the result opened in the dice cup was big or small.

Once the bet was wrong, there was no second chance.

Seeing Pei Ye had experienced many battles on the line of life and death, and he had won every time. And this time, the consequence of losing revealed its true fangs for the first time—he, Seeing Pei Ye, never had one more life than others.

Zhanxin Liuli struggled to break free, but it had been firmly strangled.

Those broken tentacles had already begun another repair, the scales regenerating one by one, and the flesh and blood refilling. The Divine Child had already looked coldly at Li Piaoqing. In the white fog behind, dragon shadows were winding and swimming.

Its aura did not diminish in the slightest.

This body seemed not to be damaged at all, or perhaps it actually had its own limits, but Seeing Pei Ye could no longer organize a second attack like the one just now.

And there was no chance to organize a second time.

Facing such an enemy, Chunshou and Snow Sword had all lost their effects, and the black Chi was equally helpless. And their most reliable reliance on this trip—the heart-slashing Zhanxin Liuli—had also lost its dominance in the sudden remote transmission.

A whistle, and that tentacle stabbed down again. The pressing wind first pressed the blood pool under him into a large piece of miserable and beautiful flowers.

Seeing Pei Ye's clothes and hair stuck to the ground, suffocating and hard to breathe, and the tip was aimed straight at his throat.

Seeing Pei Ye gritted his teeth and stared at it. The Chi fire erupted from the void again, but neither the human nor the Chi could squeeze out more mysterious Qi.

The heat and bright light blocked before the dragon shadow, and the next moment it was shattered to pieces.

The heavy shadow hit him within a hair's breadth. Seeing Pei Ye tried hard to support his sword to stand up, but the black Chi had already swept up, intending to take this strike hard with its Chi body.

On the other side, this irresistible thing had already cast its gaze toward the green-clothed young girl who was rushing up with her sword before the platform.

Li Piaoqing's pale complexion was like a block of cold ice covered in snow.

When the scale wall blocking dissipated, the boy was crashing to the ground, broken and paralyzed in the pool of blood. This scene hit her brain strings like a giant hammer.

She had never seen the boy like this.

He was always omnipotent...

Li Piaoqing did not think any further. This was not the time to indulge in emotions. She tightly restrained the fear of this scene in her heart, trying to order her clenched heart and lungs to start working again, and stared straight at the thing behind the wall with a pair of clear eyes.

There must be a way...

She had seen many things in the Yi mansion, it was just that she never had time to sort them out together... Yi Chengxin said she wanted to enter the purple bamboo secret realm to assassinate the Divine Child—what did she rely on?

"... Open your eyes to face it, within three breaths, you will enter the divine realm, and you can sword-candle heart poison..."

Li Piaoqing's heart and lungs suddenly suffocated. On the high platform, that calm golden pupil cast toward her.

【Chunshou】 could indeed block this gaze, but the result of blocking was the Seeing Pei Ye of today.

"Sword-candle heart poison."

Is "Chuan Xin Zhu Transmission" really a weapon?

It is clearly a strange art aimed at the human heart. To deal with this kind of thing without emotions, where can it play a role??

If it were true, Yi Danjun also mastered this art. Since she no longer believed in the Immortal Lord, why didn't she use this art to kill the Divine Child?

Why wouldn't the Edict-Receiving servants let 【Chunshou】 in?

These messages that came out of Yi Chengxin's mouth... were they true or false?

The young girl's mind turned countless thoughts in an instant. Since entering the bamboo forest, these messages had been lingering in her heart.

Seeing Pei Ye was dealing with the Huan Si Lou, the black cat was creating opportunities for her, only she, the only one who truly faced everything, saw those big and small details.

She should have understood.

However, until this moment, everything was still lingering in the fog, but the situation had been forced to the front.

Li Piaoqing tightly gripped the sword hilt, and the miscellaneous things rolled in her mind. She urgently wanted to pierce through them and grasp the final pivot, but she could not see its shape clearly.

The boy's appearance of being only one strike away from death made her almost collapse.

However, the thing she feared most still arrived—in fact, it was only two or three breaths later, that winding dragon shadow swept down toward the dying boy.

This scene was reflected on her pupils. Li Piaoqing felt everything suddenly become illusory, her heart and lungs squeezed into a ball, and everything she was thinking about urgently in her mind instantly dissipated. She rushed onto the Divine Child's throne with her sword regardless of everything.

The dragon shadow did not block her, only that pair of golden pupils cast toward her.

Thus, Li Piaoqing saw this face clearly and closely for the first time.

Dense scales, sharp lines, thin lips, cold eyebrows... all these strange and ghostly things... could not completely replace the inherent frame of this face.

Li Piaoqing's pupils slowly dilated. This familiar feeling hit her heartstrings fiercely. Her body and mind seemed to be pierced through by an ice pillar. The young girl's voice was hoarse and blurted out: "Yi—Dan—Jun!!"

The Divine Child's movements suddenly stiffened.

At this moment, Li Piaoqing felt completely exhausted. She let go of the sword, gritted her teeth, did not dodge, and stared straight at these calm golden pupils!

In an instant, the world changed.

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Yi Danjun had never died.

This was the true 【Edict Transmission】. This was of course the true 【Edict Transmission】.

Li Piaoqing had always been thinking about what the so-called 【Listening to the Edict Divine Child】 was. It could exist in the worship of the dragon descendants, and it could also be the channel for the Immortal Lord to pass down the edict, but it should also have its own origin.

How did it appear? How did it die? And could it be immortal?

If every thirty years, the Divine Child would "lose consciousness," then for thousands of years, had the dragon descendants never broken an 【Edict Transmission】 by some accident?

What would happen to a Divine Child without a feast? Would it die, or what? How would the dragon descendants find a replacement?

Now everything had been answered.

It turned out that there was no 【Listening to the Edict Divine Child】 in the world. It was just the appearance of an Edict Child after ascending the throne, holding the "Edict Map," and suffering thirty years of erosion.

It could of course "have consciousness," so it listened to the Immortal Lord's edict, carved it on the altar, and when the Edict-Receiving servants came to take it, it would not harm them.

But human consciousness would always be worn away in such a high and distant will. For the Edict Child who had been trained since childhood, this time was thirty years.

It was not the Listening to the Edict Divine Child that brought the purple bamboo secret realm, but this purple bamboo forest that had existed since ancient times that regulated everything about the current Edict-Receiving dragon descendants.

It was ethereal, cold, and quiet, like a real fairyland. The high will was everywhere like fog. Those who entered were all confused in their five senses, their minds crazy. Even if they possessed the power of 【Chunshou】, they were always between truth and illusion, unable to pierce through its origin.

But the Immortal Lord's secret edict would ring here.

To listen to the Immortal Edict, one must first enter the purple forest. The dragon descendants wrote "Chuan Xin Zhu Transmission," a mental secret art unique in the world, just to be able to enter this bamboo forest like a pilgrimage.

One must first have a firm "Candle Sword" to enter the realm and hold the heart, and to sit on the throne for thirty years under the erosion of the divine will. If the mind does not disappear, the Candle Sword will not be extinguished.

Thus, one must also have a "Heart Poison" that is fatal enough to leave behind... the possibility of killing oneself for the next Edict Child.

Yi Chengxin said "The Immortal Lord passed down the Edict Map, and the listener is the 【Divine Child】." Regarding this mysterious "Edict Map," they had not received more information so far, but at this time the young girl could put it in a suitable position—it was the core of this purple bamboo forest. Only those who held the Edict Map could listen to the edict passed down by the Immortal Lord.

It was not that one could become a Divine Child after living in the purple bamboo forest for a long time—whether one held the Edict Map was the most essential difference between the 【Listening to the Edict Divine Child】 and the Edict-Receiving servants.

Such a creature, Yang Edict person, was the first generation.

After she managed everything about the Yi family, she entered this bamboo forest, ascended the throne, and thus established a connection with the Immortal Lord's will. And just this connection made her body alienated into the appearance of ghostly blood and black scales, and her consciousness was gradually completely annihilated—or assimilated—becoming the current 【Listening to the Edict Divine Child】.

【Listening to the Edict Divine Child】 was the product of that unconscious will. It only had the instinct to survive and be strong, and did not bear responsibility for anyone. The Candle World Sect naturally could not let it block the path of listening to the edict.

At this time, 【Edict Transmission】 was needed. Edict Transmission was exactly "Edict Map."

And the next Edict Child who came to receive the edict did not need to drive this body off the throne. She only needed to replace the consciousness inside.

"【Edict Child】: Yang Edict person

【Candle Sword】: Tai Yi.

【Heart Poison】: Love, the night Yi Duanzhi was dismissed."

Edict Children were not tempered in the mind, nor could they serve the Immortal Lord with all their hearts. They must be people with complete emotions and have scars belonging to humans left in the depths of their hearts.

Before entering the realm, the Edict Child would carve her Heart Poison on the altar. Thus, every Edict Transmission, the new Edict Child would follow the guidance of this Heart Poison and personally erase the consciousness of her closest relatives, and for the next thirty years, she would bear this fate herself.

Thus it continued endlessly.

Thirty years ago, the Divine Child ate Yi Danjun's flesh and blood, and Yi Danjun became the new consciousness of the Divine Child.

If the 【Divine Child】 was this invincible strange body, then for the past thirty years, Yi Danjun was its new consciousness.

Thus, when another thirty years arrived, Yi Chengxin would also follow the records of the altar, detonate the Heart Poison with "Chuan Xin Zhu Transmission," and erase her elder sister's consciousness.

It was just that this time, what she was going to do was not what Yi Danjun had done, but what Yang Edict person had done fifty years ago.

She would not offer her body to become a new Divine Child, but after erasing the consciousness, take away the "Edict Map," and leave here through the distant marriage, to take root again in another place that was not noticed.

This was the sharp contradiction between the Edict-Receiving servants and Yi Chengxin.

【Chunshou】, which could clear the soul and guard the divine consciousness... was it precisely because of its protection that the Edict Child could temporarily hold the Edict Map without being eroded?

Li Piaoqing remembered the corner of the divine and beautiful painting the boy showed her. The thing that attracted them to come here had not revealed any trace so far. She did not know where it would be, but at this time there was no more time for her to think.

At least killing this thing first would not be wrong, at least stopping it from stabbing the boy's tentacles would not be wrong.

Everything behind, leave it to the boy and the little cat.

Li Piaoqing did not hesitate to meet these golden pupils facing her, and threw herself into its Chuan Xin Zhu illusion.

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In front of Seeing Pei Ye.

The trajectory of the tentacle piercing down suddenly became messy. Seeing Pei Ye struggled to support his body to avoid it, and it smashed onto the ground beside him. The black Chi body coiled up, blocking the flying chaotic stones for him.

But the boy was already on the edge of the high platform. At this time, the air shook and the ground collapsed, his body was empty, and he had already fallen off the high platform directly.

Before landing, the black Chi supported him a step ahead.

"What happened..." Seeing Pei Ye breathed blood and raised his head for the first time, looking at the young girl who had ascended the high platform. In front of the sky full of dragon shadows, she appeared incomparably small and fragile, but she fell into silence with this huge strangeness.

"She just said this thing is Yi Danjun." The black Chi supported him to stand up, "She used Chuan Xin Zhu Transmission to enter its state of mind."

"..."

The young girl's blurted out was both emotional and intentional. Because when the three words "Yi Danjun" were passed into her ears, the one person and one Chi who had been recounting the matter also had a pivot to connect the matter roughly.

"... Can Chuan Xin Zhu Transmission defeat it?" Seeing Pei Ye's voice was hoarse.

The black Chi was silent for a while: "She had not cultivated the Candle Sword, and could only search by the altar characters. Her own state of mind was already exhausted..."

Seeing Pei Ye gritted his teeth, trying hard to restrain his thoughts. He still remembered that Zhanxin Liuli's sword straight to the forehead completely startled these sky-full dragon shadows—what exactly was it afraid of?

But at this moment, a smell of rotten human air came to his nostrils. He turned his head and was shocked by the place where he fell.

This was the back of the high platform, with no purple bamboo growing, nor white stone paved, but a huge circular empty space.

Huge, regular, abrupt circle, like a painting being cut into such a shape.

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