Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 237 Battlefield
In the northern region of the Immortal Realm, there is a vast and boundless sea of ​​blood, but beneath this sea of ​​blood lies a different world.

The blood-red seabed presented a completely different scene, with a huge barrier opening up a strange space.

Within the barrier, a palace radiating a blood-red light stood tall, with the three powerful characters "Pangu Palace" above its main gate.

Inside the palace.

"In my opinion, we should launch a counterattack right now!" A demonic ape covered in red fur roared, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws, "I'll tear another hole in the Milky Way, let the mortal world be flooded again, turn the world upside down, and destroy their peaceful lives."

"All you can do is use brute force." A man dressed in black robes said with a mocking smile.

"Luo Hou, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

The two demons' eyes met instantly, and in that instant, the underwater palace trembled violently, even the barrier was shaken and rippled with water-like patterns.

"Most of the celestial gods have returned to their positions..." Jidu said in a chilling tone, "Do you want the Lord to beat you to a pulp again?"

"Enough!" On the main seat of the hall, a cloud of blood mist collapsed and gradually condensed into a human face.

The demons who were standing at the bottom of the steps immediately prostrated themselves on the ground in fear and trembling.

The black lotus on Wutian's chest emitted a bewitching purple light, barely suppressing the surging demonic energy within him.

"Not long ago," the face formed by blood mist slowly turned, its empty eye sockets emitting a chilling aura, and looked at the group of demons, saying, "Before my avatar in the Immortal Realm was destroyed, I saw someone."

The demons immediately began whispering among themselves, discussing the matter animatedly.

"Could it be that woman, Wu Gou?"

"Who else could it be but her?"

Only Wutian pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "Could it be..."

"He used that sword strike from back then." Blood Mist's voice was hollow and cold, devoid of any emotion.

The demons were all stunned. In unison, an image of a figure holding a sharp sword and wearing a green robe appeared in their minds, splitting the sea with a single sword strike.

"Lord Suifeng...has returned?" Wuzhiqi's voice seemed to come from the endless abyss.

The demons remained silent, for they had all been thoroughly defeated by Lord Sui Feng back then.

The blood mist suddenly transformed into a figure identical to Ye Beixuan, standing in the main hall, and asked in a calm tone, "Luo Hou, how is the preparation for Asura's miraculous craftsmanship going?"

"Your Majesty, it is almost ready, but this masterful craftsmanship can only create a puppet that is realistic enough to fool anyone," Rahu replied respectfully.

"Using your superb skills, sculpt the God of Justice. I command you to use every means to capture her and Sui Feng."

"Yes, I will take your orders."

After saying that, the blood mist collapsed again until it disappeared completely.

The demons finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Does Your Majesty intend to recreate the situation from ten thousand years ago?"

"I really don't understand why our lord insists on assimilating that so-called Heavenly Lord. In my opinion, we should just go and kill him directly." The hot-tempered demonic ape started baring its teeth and claws and shouting again.

"Alright, let's go prepare. It seems our lord isn't planning a full-scale attack this time."

At the same time, the Empress held the cracked jade bottle in her hand, gently sniffed the mouth of the bottle, and frowned slightly. It was clear that the Soul-Dispersing Spring had not met her requirements.

The Empress put away the bottle and reached out to grab Ye Beixuan, who was leaning against the side. An invisible suction force suddenly came from the air.

Ye Beixuan felt his body slip out of his control, drifting involuntarily in a certain direction. Although he was unconscious at this moment, his consciousness was exceptionally clear.

A cool sensation burst forth from between my brows, instantly spreading through my mind like an explosion, and then rushing straight to my limbs and bones.

After a while, a voice, cool yet warm, authoritative yet playful, drifted over: "How long are you going to keep up this act?"

Helpless, Ye Beixuan knew he couldn't keep up the act any longer, so he opened his eyes and said awkwardly, "Thank you for saving my life, young lady. I have only just woken up myself."

"Aren't you going to ask me why I saved you?" The Empress knew him too well and knew he was just pretending to be profound.

Ten thousand years ago, when I was young and naive, I fell for his pretentious demeanor and became hopelessly in love with him.

Ask? Ye Beixuan thought to himself, no way, I'd rather die than ask, absolutely not. If I asked, I'd definitely have to do something dangerous again. Silence is the best policy.

Knowing his temperament well, the Empress said slowly, "It's fine if you don't answer, but I still have to tell you that I'm doing this on someone's behalf."

"Entrusted by someone? Who?" Ye Beixuan finally couldn't help but ask.

Do you still remember Li Xianglian?

This was like a bombshell exploding in his mind. More than thirty years had passed, how could he not remember?
"Does the young lady know where she is?" Ye Beixuan's voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating his extreme excitement.

The Empress looked at him, sighed softly, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

She bore him children in her mortal body, yet why couldn't he think more about her?

However, she thought again that Li Xianglian was someone she had arranged herself, so wasn't this just making things difficult for herself?

"I know. All I can tell you is that she is in great danger," the Empress said calmly. "If you want to save her, you must do as I say."

Ye Beixuan frowned slightly. He really couldn't figure out what this woman was up to, but he couldn't sense any malice from her.

So he replied casually, "Please speak freely, young lady."

"Seven days from now, I will lead cultivators from the Eastern, Southern, and Western Regions to attack the strange Blood Sea. I hope you will come back to the Heavenly Court with me to participate in this battle." The Empress looked at him and dropped this bombshell.

Damn it! There's no escaping it now; agreeing is one thing, refusing is another.

Although Ye Beixuan was filled with helplessness, he still asked with doubt, "My cultivation level is not high, so I shouldn't be able to play any role in the battle, right?"

The Empress shook her head, turned around, and said calmly, "The last fragment of the Mirror of Reincarnation is hidden in the Sea of ​​Blood. Whether you go or not is up to you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door slowly opened.

Ye Beixuan felt a lightness in his body, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already outside the door. Before he could even respond, the Empress "invited" him out.

He shook his head with a wry smile, turned around, and left with his hands behind his back.

It seems this battle is unavoidable; even without the fragment, I still have to go.

Inside the palace.

A figure suddenly appeared; it was Mu Jingtian. He cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, are you sure he will go? From what I've observed... the Heavenly Lord..."

"Yes, he will. The fragment of the Samsara Mirror was just a way out for him. Even without the fragment, he would still go. He's just that kind of person who doesn't care about anything." The Empress's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile. She said, "Seven days from now, I will summon everyone. I am going to conquer the Northern Region. This time, I will take Ye Yaoyao with me."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jingtian was startled and hesitated before asking, "Are you really going to take her with you? What if the tragedy from ten thousand years ago repeats itself..."

"No problem! I have made full preparations."

the other side.

The sun had long since sunk below the horizon, and the silver moon slowly rose into the sky. Ye Beixuan returned to his cave with a heavy heart. The winding path was covered with withered leaves, and with each step he took, a crisp "crunch" sound came from beneath his feet.

As he walked to the flat ground in front of the cave entrance, he looked up and saw a familiar figure in red, close-fitting clothes leaning against the stone wall.

She stood with one foot on the ground and the other foot on the stone wall, her black hair swaying gently in the mountain breeze.

"Senior Sister?" Ye Beixuan slowly walked towards her.

The silver moonlight shone on the ground, as if a layer of white frost had been laid on it.

The clear moon was reflected in Ye Yaoyao's peach blossom eyes.

Ye Yaoyao brought her legs together, and her skirt, which had been slightly upturned, cascaded down like a waterfall, concealing her long legs. She asked with concern, "Junior brother, you're finally back. Is your injury healed?"

"Yes, I'm all better now. I haven't even had a chance to thank my senior sister for saving my life yet."

Ye Yaoyao replied softly, "Junior brother also risked his life to save me in the Misty Swamp, so we're even."

As soon as he finished speaking, a stone table suddenly appeared out of thin air in the open space in front of the cave, with a wine pot and wine cups placed on it.

"Junior brother, have a drink with me."

As Ye Beixuan walked to the stone table and picked up the wine pot to pour wine, he faintly smelled a floral fragrance unique to young girls.

"Clang!" The glass cups clashed, the crisp sound echoing in the silence.

At this moment, the moonlight became exceptionally bright, casting a hazy and beautiful glow on the two people sitting at the stone table.

"Look." Ye Yaoyao looked up at the sky. In the vast sky, the bright moon cast a dim shadow.

"like what?"

"Like a person chopping wood." Ye Beixuan picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Ye Yaoyao's figure flashed, and she instantly leaped to the top of the stone wall, the moonlight giving her a frosty look.

"Junior brother, come up here!"

Ye Beixuan shook his head helplessly. Why was his senior sister still acting like a child? Then he also leaped up.

Ye Yaoyao suddenly smiled faintly: "Fool, how can you be invincible like this?"

Hearing this, Ye Beixuan felt a slight pang in his heart, as if someone had said something similar to him a long, long time ago.

"Let me tell you a story." Ye Beixuan sat down next to Ye Yaoyao, their legs dangling high, gazing at the silvery moon, and said, "In ancient times, there was a loving couple—Hou Yi and Chang'e..."

A gentle mountain breeze was blowing, continuous and gentle.

When Ye Beixuan recounted Hou Yi shooting down the suns, a look of suppressed emotion appeared in Ye Yaoyao's eyes. How could there possibly be nine suns in the sky?
When the topic turned to the Queen Mother of the West bestowing medicine, Ye Yaoyao fell into deep thought. Immortality was undoubtedly the greatest test of a couple's relationship.

When the story of Chang'e stealing the elixir of immortality and ascending to heaven was told, Ye Yaoyao visibly shrank back and unconsciously leaned closer to Ye Beixuan.

"...When Hou Yi chased her to the moon, he only saw her shadow." Ye Beixuan's voice gradually lowered.

Ye Yaoyao's long eyelashes suddenly trembled, and Ye Beixuan abruptly felt a wetness on his shoulder, only then realizing that she had been crying without him noticing. Ye Yaoyao herself seemed quite surprised, blankly reaching out to wipe away her tears.

The moonlight shone brightly once again.

Ye Yaoyao felt a sharp pain in her head, and fragments of memory flooded back like a tide. A woman with a cracked face held a long sword and ascended to heaven with deep affection in her eyes.

She clutched her head in anguish and cried out, "Chang'e must have her reasons..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ye Yaoyao stumbled and fell from the sky. Ye Beixuan reacted quickly and caught her steadily in his arms.

The fragrance of plum blossoms wafted over him, and the softness in his arms brought him a sense of peace and joy.

Ye Beixuan suddenly noticed that the sword mark on her forehead was extremely similar to the mark of the Immortal Slaying Sword.

The person in his arms had lost consciousness, yet still clung to his neck, murmuring, "Remember me..."

The unspoken words drifted away on the wind.

The sound of a water clock could be heard in the distance.

Ye Yaoyao slept soundly in his arms, her slightly trembling eyelashes and tear-streaked face making her look so helpless.

Ye Beixuan gently stroked the Immortal-Slaying Sword mark on her forehead, and the mark pulsated slightly.

"Silly girl……"

If Ye Beixuan still can't confirm her identity by now, then he'd really be a fool.

Seven days later, on the border of the Northern Region.

The group walked on the barren, cracked, scorched earth, their hearts filled with unease.

Ye Zhi Qiu turned around and shouted to his disciples behind him, "The Empress has ordered that the attack begin in a quarter of an hour!"

Ye Xiaofan casually glanced around, and inadvertently kicked a skull. A crisp cracking sound rang out, startling him so much that he hurriedly stepped back.

Just then, Ye Yaoyao suddenly covered her burning forehead, where the sword intent seemed about to burst out of her body.

Ye Beixuan was also looking around when suddenly a ray of light descended from the sky, revealing the Empress.

Behind her, heavenly soldiers and generals followed in a mighty procession, riding on thunderclouds.

The empress stood in mid-air and with a casual wave of her hand, the array of stone statues by the sea of ​​blood instantly collapsed.

"They're here." Ye Beixuan clenched his fists tightly.

Above the sea of ​​blood, a cloud of demonic mist rose, and from within the mist, a black lotus suddenly appeared. On the black lotus stood a man dressed in black with flowing long hair.

The celestial soldiers and generals at the forefront were already locked in battle with the blood-red Asuras.

"Form ranks!" Mu Jingtian waved his hand, and the disciples of the Divine Willow Sect immediately began to form ranks, shouting in unison.

The willow branches instantly intertwined into a huge net, rolling upwards and trapping all the blood-red figures.

Ye Yaoyao suddenly leaped into the air and stood in mid-air. The sword mark between her eyebrows shone brightly, and a beam of sword light shot out from her forehead.

Suddenly, huge bubbles rose from the sea of ​​blood and began to boil.

Wutian, stepping on the black lotus, floated slowly on the sea and sneered, "What a grand display."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge black lotus enveloped the heavenly soldiers and generals. Blazing demonic flames spewed from beneath the black lotus, and wherever it went, the heavenly soldiers instantly turned into skeletons, their skeletons still maintaining their fighting postures.

"Amitabha." Just then, a Buddhist chant rang out, and a huge golden lotus swastika appeared from the void, purifying the black lotus.

The Empress flashed and shouted loudly at the sea: "I've come today to retrieve the Reincarnation Mirror, and incidentally..."

With a wave of her pure white hand, the sea of ​​blood instantly froze. She then said, "By the way, retrieve the other half of my Dao body."

(End of this chapter)