Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 241 Don't Lie to Me
In a vast sea of ​​blood.

Inside the Pangu Palace, a handsome and upright figure stood quietly, looking up at Ye Yaoyao, who was sealed in the vortex of the blood sea.

“In the beginning, you were just an ordinary person on the continent of Qidian.” He murmured to himself, “You came here with the dream of creating a world.”

"For this, you did not hesitate to sever yourself, sacrificing your own life to create this imperfect world, and also to create me! Now, have you returned to the starting continent, or are you merely eking out a living in some remote corner of this world?"

Recalling how, many ages ago, he had sacrificed the lives of the heavens but still failed to force Pangu to appear, he was already disheartened until he met him.

Ten thousand years ago, in order to find the true answer, he did not hesitate to scheme against the person who was the closest to Pangu, just like himself.

He kidnapped the man's lover—the God of Justice—forcing the man to fight him, his only goal being to confirm whether he could become the true Pangu by merging with him. Unfortunately, the man was unwilling.

Not only that, in order to sever his thoughts, the person even chose to have his soul separated and reincarnated in order to avoid him.

However, no matter how you peel it away, its inherent nature can never be changed.

He devised a plan to make their lovers kill each other, causing the extinction of all the gods and Buddhas in the sky. All he did was try to force him to merge with him.

But why is he unwilling to become Pangu, unwilling to break free from this world and travel to a higher dimension?

Thinking of this, he turned around and murmured, "Ten thousand years ago, you fought me for her sake. Ten thousand years later, you still won't run away, will you?"

the other side.

Eastern Heavenly Court.

Ye Beixuan sat upright on the highest star-gazing platform, looking down at the surging sea of ​​clouds in the northern region.

Deep within the clear clouds at the northeastern border, blood-red clouds and rosy clouds were devouring each other.

A slight noise was heard.

Empress Wumei, dressed in a light, sheer dress and barefoot, walked slowly towards them.

The familiar scent of sandalwood, accompanied by a rosy glow, wafted towards him. Ye Beixuan reached out and caught a drifting cloud.

"Your Majesty is so willful, abandoning official duties to come to this observatory. Aren't you afraid that the gods will gossip about you behind your back?" Ye Beixuan looked at the fluffy clouds in the distance, his tone somewhat teasing.

The Empress slightly lifted the hem of her skirt, which barely covered her body, and sat down next to him. Strands of hair that had fallen loose after their recent dual cultivation gently brushed against the back of his hand. She said, "Do you think I care about these things? Haven't I done enough things for you, things that I've done on a whim?"

She rested her head slightly on his shoulder, her phoenix eyes following his gaze to the distant sea of ​​clouds, and said, "As for you, taking advantage of my infatuation, you came here to cool off in the cold wind. Perhaps I haven't given you enough?"

In the distance, the wispy sea of ​​clouds suddenly surged violently, and the crimson color gradually suppressed the rosy glow, slowly spreading towards the three realms.

Ye Beixuan stared at the increasingly oppressive scene approaching and asked, "You mean the one in the Blood Sea?"

“Following the wind…” A slender, pale finger gently pressed down on the resolute words he was about to utter, saying, “Ten thousand years ago, I thought that as long as you separated your soul, you could get rid of the entanglement of this sea of ​​blood, but now it seems that you have failed in the end.”

“However…” Her fingertips slowly moved down from his lips until they reached his heart, feeling the slight beating of his heart, and she said firmly, “I will not let you face all of this alone.”

The distant rosy clouds suddenly brightened and intensified, suppressing the blood-red clouds once again. The soft light cast the two figures together, their shadows intertwining.

Hearing her resolute words, Ye Beixuan suddenly pulled her into his arms.

"Listen." The Empress felt a surge of peace inexplicably as she felt the strong embrace. She took Ye Beixuan's hand and guided it to her heart. In an instant, a golden light shone brightly: "The drop of your life essence that you left in my heart back then has finally come in handy."

Indeed! He had foreseen all of this back then, and with this bit of his innate true essence, he greatly activated the power that Sui Feng had left him.

Now, not only has he recovered from his injuries, but he has also broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Boom!

Suddenly, a low rumble of thunder came from the end of the sea of ​​clouds, a sign that the tribulation was about to begin.

Ye Beixuan suddenly turned around and pinned her against the clouds at the observatory: "You're not allowed to lie to me again..."

"If I'm lying to you, then I'll be punished by never seeing you again." The Empress smiled, reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, pulled his body down, raised her eyes slightly, lightly touched his lips, and said softly, "Anyway, my heart has already fallen for you ten thousand years ago."

A faint rumble of thunder cut off the unfinished words, and time seemed to stand still on the observatory.

Before the terrible tribulation of lightning descended, this small world could still tolerate a moment of despair.

This kind of decadence is somewhat reminiscent of King Zhou's absurd act of teasing Daji on the Tower of Heart-Picking.

Rumble!
Another, even louder clap of thunder abruptly interrupted the two who were lost in their absurdity.

"The formations in the East, West, and South regions can only last for seven days at most." The Empress took a deep breath, buried her head, covered in fine beads of sweat, in Ye Beixuan's shoulder, while her fingertips unconsciously drew circles on his chest. "At the northwest border, the formation has already cracked in three places. Tathagata has rushed to repair it. Now, I'm afraid only the South region is slightly safer."

Ye Beixuan stared at the swirling blood cloud vortex in the Northern Region, his brows furrowed, and said, "Yaoyao's aura is somewhat weak."

"You're cultivating with me, yet you're still thinking about that woman." Upon hearing this, the Empress turned her head away, her face full of jealousy, her expression quite adorable.

Who would have thought that this number one expert who has dominated the immortal realm for thousands of years would have such a delicate demeanor?

Seeing his slight embarrassment, she said with a hint of jealousy in her voice, "I had anticipated all of this long ago. I placed a curse mark on her long ago, so she can't die. Besides, all of this was done of her own free will."

As she spoke, she flicked her two fingers together, revealing the girl sealed in the sea of ​​blood amidst the icy blue flames.

Suddenly, the clouds burst open, and Ye Beixuan subconsciously looked up at the lightning-streaked sky. A thick bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, as if issuing a strong warning to the couple who were showing off their affection.

Just then, the scene within the icy blue flames shifted, and a figure remarkably similar to Ye Beixuan appeared, gazing intently at Ye Yaoyao.

"Why does this guy always have to transform into my appearance..."

"He did not transform into your appearance." The Empress sighed softly, "Or rather, this is the appearance of Pangu. Now you should understand why he is so obsessed with you!"

Then, she suddenly chuckled: "Now you know why I punished you like that during our dual cultivation! I even made you cut yourself with my sword!"

Boom! The Heavenly Tribulation is imminent! Ye Beixuan instinctively embraced the Empress, protecting her behind him.

“You’re injured, step back…”

"When has this emperor ever been injured..." He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

I was indeed injured and bled last night.

The Empress sighed helplessly, grasped his wrist, and gently pressed it against her heart, saying, "The tribulation lightning will help you regain the power of your past life. Go and peacefully undergo the tribulation!"

“Okay…” Ye Beixuan gently pinched her soft waist and responded with boundless pride.

Watching Ye Beixuan's figure gradually drift towards the lightning, the Empress murmured to herself, "Ten thousand years ago, you fought alone against the strange Blood Sea for Qin Ruoxi. Now, are you willing to brave it again for me?" In the sky, lightning crisscrossed like a spider web, spreading wantonly.

Amidst the dense lightning, a figure stood in mid-air, calmly accepting the baptism of heavenly tribulation.

This person was Ye Beixuan, and the distorted lightning was clearly reflected in his pupils.

At the same time, the power sealed within his dantian by the Heavenly Lord of the Wind was rapidly dissolving, continuously strengthening his own meridians.

Seeing this, the Empress hurriedly placed the Imperial Seal on his back and focused on helping him to regulate the disordered spiritual energy within his body.

"Be careful, the power of the final heavenly tribulation is enough to shatter space and time. You must not get caught up in it." The Empress's voice, mixed with rolling thunder, entered Ye Beixuan's ears.

As soon as she finished speaking, she resolutely bit her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence in the air, and then quickly drew mysterious runes in the air with her fingers.

Blinding flashes of lightning illuminated her increasingly pale face. Only then did Ye Beixuan realize that someone below had been doing everything in their power to help him overcome his tribulation.

As the final bolt of tribulation lightning, imbued with the might of the Heavenly Dao, struck with deafening force, Ye Beixuan suddenly noticed that a figure of Pangu, wielding a giant axe, was slowly emerging from the lightning.

The figure that bore a striking resemblance to him stood amidst the lightning, a strange smile playing on its lips.

In an instant, the power of the Wind-Following Heavenly Lord suddenly erupted within Ye Beixuan's dantian, and a white light as if splitting the heavens and earth instantly filled his entire body. Immediately afterward, his bones also made cracking sounds as they shattered inch by inch.

An hour later, the white light gradually dissipated, and the thunder stopped abruptly.

Ye Beixuan was in a daze and fell straight down from the sky, finally landing in a soft embrace.

He struggled slightly, his nostrils filled with the delicate fragrance of cold plum blossoms.

When he suddenly opened his eyes again, the familiar golden bed curtains were still the first thing he saw.

Suddenly, the bed curtains moved without any wind, and a dark red glow shone through the window.

Immediately afterward, a figure hurriedly walked in; it turned out to be a young maid.

"Sir, you're awake?" The maid took out a pill that emitted a golden light, presented it respectfully with both hands, and said, "His Majesty instructed that if you wake up, you should take this pill."

Ye Beixuan took the pill and swallowed it, then casually asked, "Where is His Majesty?"

Unexpectedly, the maid's voice suddenly became tearful as she said, "The formation in the Western Regions has been breached! Venerable Jieyin of Mount Ling has sent a message for help, and His Majesty led cultivators from the Southern Regions to the Western Regions to provide support three days ago!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Beixuan abruptly threw off the covers and got up. A strong sense of foreboding surged through his heart, and memories flooded back like a raging tide of blood.

Seven days ago, in the final moments before she fell into a coma during her tribulation, when she used her curse seal to help herself with all her might, a bloodline was clearly spreading between her eyebrows, and then it split open.

The thunder was so loud that I naively thought it was just a minor problem.

"You clearly said you wouldn't lie to me..." Ye Beixuan stumbled and bumped into the dressing table.

His bloodshot eyes were reflected in the bronze mirror on the fallen dressing table.

Just then, ripples suddenly appeared on the mirror's surface, like waves on water, and gradually, a scene of the Western Regions' sky being torn apart emerged within it.

The black lotus bloomed wildly amidst the blood-red clouds, while the golden lotus opposite it was clearly struggling.

With a "crack", the bronze mirror suddenly shattered, and a wisp of icy blue flame appeared out of thin air, slowly transforming into a figure.

In the firelight, the Empress smiled slightly and said, "I lied to you again. When you see this, I am engaged in a life-or-death struggle with Pangu. If I don't return, consider it as me keeping my promise and never seeing you again..."

Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound came from outside the hall.

Ye Beixuan flashed and instantly arrived outside the hall. He saw that the sky to the northwest was filled with churning blood clouds and rosy light, and spatial rifts were everywhere.

Within the blood-red clouds, a gigantic hand was frantically tearing at the rosy light.

With each squeeze of the giant hand, a ray of light vanished, and Ye Beixuan's heart felt as if it were being torn apart.

This is the deep bond that has bound them together for thousands of years.

The teleportation array had been completely destroyed. Without hesitation, Ye Beixuan bit his tongue and quickly drew mysterious runes on the Samsara Mirror. The power of spacetime flowed rapidly at his fingertips.

Soon, a shattered spatial passage slowly emerged, and the Samsara Mirror emitted a dazzling light, revealing a scene from ten thousand years ago. In front of the Pangu Palace, Ye Suifeng split the sea with a single sword strike, while the Empress tightly gripped the blood-stained marriage certificate, fighting a desperate battle with the Crimson Asura.

"Wait for me..." The incantation was completed, and the light from the Samsara Mirror shot straight into the sky, where a huge array appeared.

Ye Beixuan felt a wave of dizziness. When he opened his eyes again, the turbulent flow of time and space was tearing at his body.

When he finally managed to stagger to his feet and stand firmly on solid ground, he looked up and saw a palace standing before him.

Above the palace hangs an ancient and weathered plaque with three large characters engraved on it—Pangu Palace.

"They actually teleported to the core area..." He raised his hand to wipe away the few drops of blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth.

In the center of the hall, a young girl was bound by four blood-red chains.

A vortex of blood formed an inverted funnel at the soles of her feet, sucking her in tightly.

Ye Yaoyao's eyes were closed, as if she were fast asleep, her expression serene.

the other side.

The surface of the Blood Sea suddenly collapsed, and the Lord of the Blood Sea stood proudly in the air, stepping on a blood-red pillar.

On that face, which bore a striking resemblance to Ye Beixuan's, a calm expression appeared. He looked at the Empress and said, "You've made such a grand display, surely to save the God of Justice!"

In an instant.

Countless crimson Asuras emerged from the sea of ​​blood, all opening their crimson eyes and staring intently at the Empress's phoenix eyes.

at the same time.

Ye Beixuan gripped the Pangu Axe tightly and roared, as if a certain place on the seabed resonated with him: "I don't want to leave any regrets!"

As if by telepathy, a tear suddenly welled up in the corner of Ye Yaoyao's eye.

In an instant, the entire sea of ​​blood formed a huge vortex.

The Blood Sea Lord, who was confronting the Empress, suddenly changed his expression and muttered to himself, "The Mirror of Reincarnation?"

(End of this chapter)