Chapter 432

Seeing Pei Ye did not know where he was.

He hadn't felt "himself" belong to "himself" so thoroughly for a long time.

Those suppressions and assimilations were gone, like peeling off a bloody layer of old skin from the soul—weak, painful, but incomparably relaxed.

Around him was a vast silence.

He didn't know how long he had been floating in this realm. When his consciousness woke up again, he only saw a magnificent scene like that of immortals and gods.

It was so familiar that he was stunned.

Of course, it was still the deep, boundless abyss, the sky with scales appearing, the blue mountains, the long beard, and the boundless white mist and purple bamboo.

This was his Mind-Spirit Realm, only it had long been eroded by the Imperial Decree.

But right in the center of the purple bamboo, at the end of the long beard hanging down from the nine heavens, a bright pearl was firmly embedded there.

The long beard was full of dark blue cracks. These magnificent fine lines extended all the way to the abyss, and in the purple bamboo forest, this bright pearl cast a pure circle.

Seeing Pei Ye was standing right here.

This was the true appearance of the ancient picture scroll he had seen. At that time, he thought it was a residual old shadow, but now it appeared so truly in his own Mind-Spirit Realm.

The West Court Heart suppressed the Dragon Immortal Secret Decree.

He raised his head to look at this bright pearl... it was a gate opening to him.

Seeing Pei Ye hesitated for a moment, stepped in, and was already in the high-heaven immortal realm.

Vast wind and sea of clouds, countless jade towers and golden palaces scattered among them, spread to the end of the field of vision.

Seeing Pei Ye stood right in the middle of them.

Above him was the exquisite flying eaves, in front was a towering cloud tower, and the place where he stood was white jade ground.

This was of course an immortal country that only existed in poetry and legends. Everything carried the aura of high, ethereal immortals. Seeing Pei Ye had seen it many times in three duels, but it was only until now that he was in it that he discovered it was all an illusion.

They might have existed here once, but it was already an old matter from I don't know how many thousands of years ago. Seeing Pei Ye slowly reached out to these towers, but touched nothing, only the cold wind.

The real world revealed its face to him. Gold and jade were desolate and old, jade towers were wind-eroded. The once ethereal and high immortal mountain god realm had long since fallen. For many years, it had been buried in the snow, becoming an old shadow that no one cared about.

Now it welcomed its first living person.

Seeing Pei Ye looked around. Grand, cold, lonely... just like an old country that had lost its monarch. And in the center of the country was a peak that reached the sky.

It stood high above all the desolate towers. One had to look up to see its highness. That was the only place that had not been ruined.

Vaguely, one could also see some miraculous immortal halls located around the peak, each living in its own strange realm. There were seven such immortal halls. They were combined in twos and threes, surrounding the layer that was higher and closer to the sky. There were three solemn great halls there.

There were no stone waterfalls or winding paths. There was only the sky, wind, and snow. At night, there might be starlight from the nine heavens.

And then the three great halls guarded the only grandeur at the top of the peak.

Vaguely in the clouds and mist.

It was just that this peak reaching the sky was also uninhabited for a long time.

They certainly had not collapsed or been damaged, but they were by no means fresh. The silence of a thousand years had accumulated into the current appearance. Seeing Pei Ye walked toward it slowly, feeling that it was no longer just desolation, but a blockade, burial, and untouchability at another higher level.

But when Seeing Pei Ye stepped on the first level of the snow-covered stone steps, a change occurred.

The first footprint in a thousand years was imprinted. This road seemed to wake up. The snow on the stone steps faded away one after another, revealing the cyan jade-like step surface, all the way up into the waist of the peak. Then the whistling wind suddenly stopped, and the snow no longer fell. All the desolate nature seemed to avoid this place, clearing a path to heaven for this youth.

The reed gate opens for you today.

Without any guidance, Seeing Pei Ye seemed to naturally know where he was going. I don't know when, the magnificent blue quiet fire had begun to surround him. They jumped, like immortal clothes, like floating ribbons, like subjects surrounding him... He seemed to have walked this road thousands of times, only at that time there were people side by side, people talking and laughing, people crossing face to face. The magnificent and immortal grandeur only floated on his head. By the road were jade branches and trees, not desolate wind and snow.

Until he came before this immortal hall.

It was exactly one of the seven palaces seen from the foot of the mountain. There was no text engraved on the plaque before the hall, but seven light points arranged in a special way were reflected, and there were many dim star points around, as if a corner of the starry sky had been imprinted.

They had begun to brighten. They were not dead objects, but like a mirror reflecting the real starry sky.

Seeing Pei Ye stepped into the hall gate. The snow was melting, and the grass and trees began to grow. Every step he took forward, this place faded a layer of darkness.

The magnificent blue spiritual fire could not wait to leave his body and fly out. Some lit the long-burning jade lamps, some outlined beautiful fine lines, some jumped onto the dome, some entangled the pillars... but more flew toward the end of the great hall.

That was a jade platform that had been silent for I don't know how long. It seemed to be more miraculous and ancient than this immortal hall and this immortal realm. Seeing Pei Ye stood for a moment. Countless magnificent fires surrounded him, flying, jumping, covering the sky, and laying the ground... In this world of fire where he was the only one, he slowly placed his hand on this last jade platform.

Everything seemed to be silent at this time.

I don't know where the immortal music started. The noble long robe like mystic scales grew on him. Golden eyes, jade pendants, long hair floating with fire. Seeing Pei Ye lowered his eyes and looked down. On the jade platform surrounded by fire, a line of ancient Taoist rhyme characters that seemed to be eternal slowly lit up.

【Star Guarding · Mystic Fire Spiritual Child Divine Palace】

As if something had spread through the whole immortal realm, this divine palace, which had been thousands of zhang above countless jade towers and golden palaces for I don't know how many thousands of years, lit up a lonely fire again.

In the deep, cold darkness.

A will like a point of spiritual light woke up from the fire first.

Ignorant and unintentional, like the spiritual light of a child just conceived.

And then, just like a newborn baby, it used all means to perceive the surroundings, spreading its tentacles... and touched a vast amount of memory.

It was a pitch-black, deep bead, 【Pupil Bead】, which recorded everything of a person for twenty-seven years. Actions, knowledge, emotions, intentions... including the body and the Mind-Spirit Realm, every subtle movement, every tiny thought.

Gradually, it knew where it came from and what it was.

This will spread out, touching muscles, bones, flesh... They were broken and incomplete, but this will did not need to piece together every part of the body. These flesh and blood had been purified, and every part of them could carry the will, and every part of them could turn into other organs.

Sima's body was recast.

The fish and shrimp that were disturbed looked at this scene at the bottom of the river in a daze, some subconsciously chasing the flesh and blood gathered in the water flow, until the prototype of a giant object appeared, and they scattered in a swarm.

Three hundred li outside Shaolong Prefecture, under the moonlight of silence, the great river flowed silently, reeds grew on the bank, and an old human figure broke through the water surface, sitting quietly and stunned under a large stone.

He observed the surroundings with some curiosity, verifying everything he had learned from that memory.

Suddenly his eyes moved, he lowered his head, and a slip of paper floated out of his palm.

The ink characters were unrestrained and vigorous, perhaps the last line of handwriting left by that old man in this world.

"Welcome to this world, give yourself a name."

He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile: "When a person is about to die, he really likes to express emotion. You can't be an exception either."

He looked at the autumn moon in the sky quietly, and whispered after a long time: "What's there to take? Just call it Qu Zhu."

The wind passed through the reeds, the fish turned in the water, he supported himself and stood up. From the end of the memory to now, he had lost a day's information, but since he was born, it was not difficult to guess what had happened.

He tilted his head and looked in the direction of Shaolong Prefecture, smiled gently, and whispered: "Good luck."

Then he lowered his head and looked at the white fire in his palm expressionlessly: "Let's wait and see."

Whether he was a newborn or a creation, whether he could still be considered a "person," the path he should walk still had to be continued.

Burning the paper, collecting the fire, he stepped into the mountains and forests. The naked body bathed in the moonlight, just like a newborn baby.

— "If life is a ring, then children and old people should have overlapped in the first place."

I don't know how long the silence lasted.

Seeing Pei Ye finally floated up to the real world.

He couldn't open his eyes, but he felt some slight bumps. That was consciousness slowly returning to the body, and the five senses had a weak reaction first.

"... Isn't he a youth from the mountains? Male, seventeen, doesn't even know how to read... doesn't understand anything..." Some distorted voice entered his ears, "What a simple child."

"Yes, a little country bumpkin." A clean and light male voice.

"What crime do you think he committed?"

"Killed the Shaolong Governor."

"..."

Seeing Pei Ye opened his eyes in a trance at this time. He soon realized where he was—a carriage, a very thick carriage, so it could travel so fast and steadily.

He subconsciously moved his limbs, only bringing up a series of light clanking of iron chains. Only then did he feel that his body was very heavy, and all the true Qi had disappeared.

Weakness, pain, hunger... many feelings surged up all at once. He gritted his teeth and leaned back. This cage at least allowed him to lean.

After panting twice, he tilted his head to look. Outside the cage was a Taoist man sitting cross-legged. Seeing Pei Ye was stunned. He had never seen such... a clean man.

The cyan Taoist robe was neat without a wrinkle. The spread hem had no creases. Every hair of the gathered bun seemed to be clearly distinguishable. His face was handsome, with a cinnabar dot on his forehead. He was holding a book and reading, with a handful of red dates in his clothes, chewing carefully.

This person didn't seem to belong to the human world, but to the spiritual mountain in the clouds and mist.

A set of small bells flying up floated beside his head—the distorted voice just now came from there.

Seeing Pei Ye couldn't see the scene outside, but there were obviously only the two of them in this carriage.

"May I ask... what place is this?" Seeing Pei Ye only realized his astonishing hoarseness when he opened his mouth.

"Just passed the boundary of Shaolong, still two thousand four hundred li away from the Divine Capital." The man said lightly.

"..."

Seeing Pei Ye was stunned for a while: "Where is my cat?"

A quiet black jade ball poked out from behind the man, also holding a date and gnawing.

"... Why don't you lock it up too?"

"The Immortal Hunt did not make a move."

"..." Seeing Pei Ye was silent for a while, trying to organize his thoughts, "May I ask, what is the date and what is the situation now?"

"The sixth day of the case, your case has been transferred to the Divine Capital Immortal Platform, and now you are being escorted there."

"... Who are you?"

The man lifted the pendant at his waist—the Wild Goose character token.

Seeing Pei Ye blurted out: "So new."

"Newly issued to escort you."

"..."

Seeing Pei Ye didn't remember what else to ask. His eyes first stuck to the dates on the man's clothes. The hunger in his stomach after seven days of not eating was unbearable.

He stared at the dates fixedly. The man also stopped his hand and looked at him, until he hesitated slightly and handed it to him.

Seeing Pei Ye immediately tilted his head and opened his mouth: "Ah—"

The man fed him one.

Seeing Pei Ye swallowed it in two or three bites, spat out the date pit, and tilted his head again: "Ah—"

"..."

The man sent it into his mouth again.

After eating all the red dates in this pocket one by one, Seeing Pei Ye felt more comfortable, leaning against the iron wall, revealing a more relaxed expression.

The man looked at him: "This is a red date, a fruit from a tree."

"..." Seeing Pei Ye looked at him silently.

"... Oh, I know." The man nodded slightly, took out another handful from I don't know where, and continued to eat while reading.

"..."

"That, may I ask, since my case is being sent to the Divine Capital, does it mean I won't be beheaded for a while?"

"I don't know."

"Then, can I ask you to help me write a few letters?"

The man looked at him in surprise.

"That..." Seeing Pei Ye found it difficult to speak, "I thought I was going to die before, and wrote letters to many friends... some wording was very sad... but I didn't expect that I didn't die..."

The man was still surprised.

"... Yes, I don't really know how to write." Seeing Pei Ye admitted, "And I don't know if I'm allowed to write now..."

The man nodded thoughtfully at this time: "So, you country people not only know dates, but also know letters."

"..." Seeing Pei Ye was silent.

He took out a set of pen and ink: "Okay, who to write to, you say."

Seeing Pei Ye took a long time to suppress his eye-rolling, took a deep breath, tilted his head and opened his mouth: "Ah—"

Talking, writing letters, eating dates... The solemn and mysterious motorcade of the Immortal Platform galloped toward the Divine Capital. In the large carriage that was tightly covered in the middle, the incoming sunlight gradually dyed orange-red.

"... You finally write that it was written by someone else, and then I'll sign it." Seeing Pei Ye looked at the letter written by the man, "—By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet."

"Jingxin."

"Oh, Brother Jing, that's fine. You just write 'Written by Jingxin', and then I'll write the last two letters myself."

"... 【Jingxin】 is a Taoist name."

"Oh, oh!" Seeing Pei Ye covered up his embarrassment, "It's all the same, eh, you Taoists left home, don't you have your own names?"

The man looked at him lightly: "It's fine if you are used to calling me by my secular name. My name is Yan Feiqing."

(End of chapter)

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