Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 243 Cause and Effect
The crimson vortex churned violently.

Thick blood plasma kept transforming into crimson demons, and Ye Beixuan's clothes were already riddled with holes.

The Pangu Axe in his hand burst forth with dazzling light, instantly annihilating the newly formed Asura.

"clang!"

"Three breaths left!" He calculated the time rapidly in his mind.

At the same time, he suddenly spun around and slashed at the Asura who was attacking from behind.

The essence blood he spat out instantly activated, and the teleportation array finally lit up with a dazzling light.

Without further hesitation, Ye Beixuan leaped into the air and was instantly enveloped by the teleportation light.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw thousands of blood-red tentacles frantically tearing at the golden lotus throne of Buddha, attempting to pull Ye Yaoyao down from the Buddha's light.

As Ye Beixuan tore through space and teleported there, a giant hand, thousands of feet long, suddenly rose from the sea of ​​blood, transforming into a fierce palm strike that descended from the sky.

In an instant, the Heavenly Sword rapidly absorbed the Buddha's light, intertwining and converging. With a single swing, the entire space shattered like glass, filled with cracks, and a temporal storm raged, devouring everything around it.

Ye Beixuan, holding Ye Yaoyao, was pulled by a powerful force and instantly fell into the spatial rift.

Upon seeing this scene, the Lord of the Blood Sea let out a mournful roar, transforming into a streak of light that pierced through layers of spacetime storms.

The crimson tentacles behind it annihilated the blocking Buddhist light.

the other side.

Inside the time-space tunnel, a ten-thousand-foot-long blood dragon suddenly erupted behind Ye Beixuan, relentlessly pursuing him through the tunnel. He carried the unconscious Ye Yaoyao, traversing the time-space tunnel at breakneck speed.

"The cycle of cause and effect is inescapable!" The blood dragon suddenly exploded, revealing its blood-stained face.

The Empress, who was blocking the sea of ​​blood, coughed up blood and flung a tear into the space-time rift.

As soon as he stepped out of the passage, Ye Beixuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

In a long river that resembled a golden ribbon, fragments of time and space floated, clearly reflecting his past.

"Be careful, this is a paradox of cause and effect!" The Buddha's voice came through the space-time rift.

Spacetime correction can eliminate spacetime paradoxes, but it cannot eliminate causality.

A blood-red chain suddenly shot out from Ye Yaoyao's wrist, instantly piercing Ye Beixuan's chest.

He clearly sensed that the chains carried a violent aura, the prayers and desires of countless living beings for the Heavenly Dao and for Pangu.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, Ye Beixuan, wielding the Pangu Axe, forcefully severed the chains: "So you had been controlling her all along."

The possessed Ye Yaoyao let out a sinister laugh that echoed throughout the river of time and space, even causing ripples to appear on the spacetime ribbons between galaxies: "I will make her sink into an illusion and kill you with her own hands."

Suddenly, the image of the Empress killing Ye Beixuan flashed into Ye Yaoyao's mind.

"No, no!" Ye Yaoyao awoke in excruciating pain, but the Pangu Axe in her hand suddenly lashed out at Ye Beixuan out of control.

However, the axe blade stopped abruptly half an inch from Ye Beixuan's neck, as another identical axe had blocked it.

Upon closer inspection, the missing notch on the blade of Ye Yaoyao's axe was particularly noticeable. The girl's hands trembled, and the sword mark on her forehead emitted a blazing white light, resisting the Blood God Child.

Her pale face was already half-stained red with blood.

Just then, both axes flew out of their hands simultaneously, bursting forth with intense light. Within the light, they miraculously began to merge.

"Hahahaha, how many years has it been?" Ye Yaoyao stared at the Pangu Axe with a sinister look and laughed triumphantly, "The complete Pangu Axe, I am Pangu, I am the real Pangu."

At that very moment, a book radiating brilliant light flew out from above Ye Beixuan's head, its yellowed pages flipping wildly in the turbulent flow of time and space. Simultaneously, the Mirror of Reincarnation also stood suspended in mid-air.

Thus, the three divine weapons that created the heavens were finally gathered together.

The Book of Genesis shimmered with a radiant light, its pages turning rapidly. Each page told a story.

Each story constructs a small world—a real, existing space-time.

Pangu's axe cleaved through the chaos, and countless images coalesced into small worlds. In each of these small worlds, the people living there devoutly prayed to the Heavenly Dao for their wishes.

"So those stories told by storytellers..." Ye Beixuan stretched out his blood-stained arm, as if summoned by some mysterious force. The rust on the Pangu Axe began to peel off piece by piece and fly to his face.

The pages of the book burned, transforming into a dazzling rosy glow, while the Mirror of Reincarnation emitted an intense white light. The two intertwined, continuously purifying the crimson tentacles.

The Lord of the Blood Sea let out a deafening roar, and the Blood Sea of ​​the Northern Region of the Immortal Realm transformed into blood dragons through spatial rifts, pouring back into the River of Time and Space to churn and rage.

Suddenly, in the intertwined light of the Mirror of Reincarnation and the Book of Creation, scenes of mortal life appeared: farmers diligently sowing seeds and merchants busily conducting business.

"What is this? The power of the people's wishes in the small world?" Ye Beixuan then remembered that Pangu must have created many small worlds, but most of them were destroyed by the Blood Sea. Only the mortal world, thanks to the protection of the Immaculate Empress, was able to survive for ten thousand years, providing a chance for immortals and Buddhas to breathe.

At the same time, the Pangu Axe in his hand emitted a bright light, gathering all the power of the world in the Book of Creation, and resonating with the spacetime power of the Mirror of Reincarnation.

"Open for me..." With a loud shout, the power of the three heaven-opening divine weapons converged.

The axe light coalesced into an explosive torrent, traversing ancient and modern eras, transcending the boundaries of time and space, and breaking the shackles of cause and effect.

People pray for favorable weather and a peaceful and prosperous life; all sorts of beautiful wishes, big and small, resonate powerfully in the long river of time.

The will and power of countless beings in the microcosms converge at this moment, like rivers flowing into the sea.

The crimson dragon gradually disintegrated in the torrent that created the heavens, and the sea of ​​blood revealed its true form for the first time, resembling a beating heart.

Seeing this, Ye Beixuan gripped the Pangu Axe, imbued with the light of creation, and leaped to the heart, swinging the giant axe to strike the core. In an instant, the heart exploded.

However, at the very moment it exploded, a large number of blood-red tentacles suddenly surged out from the surface of the heart, attempting to drag him into the heart.

"No!" Ye Yaoyao, who had just woken up, suddenly lunged forward, and the Heavenly Decree and Immortal Slaying Swords burst forth with unprecedented light, severing the tentacles.

The girl's figure, carrying two hundred sword energies, transformed into starlight and gradually became transparent—she had poured all her power into the Book of Creation.

The sound of pages turning echoed throughout the heavens and earth, and the last page froze on the scene of Ye Yaoyao sacrificing herself for the book.

Countless threads of cause and effect shot out from various small worlds within the book, enveloping Ye Beixuan.

"So... this is the true creation..." Blood Sea sighed. "Then let's see if you will be trapped in the past and the future, and see who loses."

The ribbon of time and space flowed abruptly to a halt, and the paradoxes of time and space and causality all came to a standstill, yet reflected in the image of three towering figures standing side by side.

This is the final chapter of the past, the opening page of the future, and also a lament for the present.

"Did you ever like me?" The scene suddenly changed, and a soft voice with a hint of coquettishness interrupted Ye Beixuan, who was in a daze.

He shuddered violently, and the magic pen in his hand involuntarily fell to the ground, the crisp sound particularly clear in the silence.

My gaze fell on the portrait on the wooden board in front of me. The moonlight shone down, and the portrait seemed to be covered with a thin veil, exuding a hazy beauty.

“Yun Ge…” Ye Beixuan murmured. The chaos of time and space was like an invisible hand, sending fragments of memories crashing down on him like a tidal wave.

"Did you ever like me?" Zhao Yunge's voice held a hint of annoyance, as if she were genuinely angry. Ye Beixuan stared blankly at everything before him, a sentence he had uttered in his past life suddenly flashing into his mind: Time and space can be corrected, but cause and effect are hard to erase.

"Hey...Are you deaf?! Why do you expect me, a girl, to take the initiative?"

Ye Beixuan slowly stood up and, to her astonishment, gently pulled her into his arms. The soft, real touch made him realize that this was not an illusion.

He was quickly pushed away by the embarrassed and angry Zhao Yunge: "This young lady... does like you, but I won't tolerate your casual and frivolous behavior."

"Hmph!" With a playful hum, Zhao Yunge flashed and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the Tianji Pavilion on his flying sword.

Her voice, filled with joy yet trembling slightly, still lingered in the air: "Go back quickly!"

On the Tianji Pavilion.

Ye Beixuan silently followed behind Zhao Yunge. The girl wore a scarlet skirt, her figure swaying lightly, like a butterfly dancing.

Looking at her so vividly, Ye Beixuan felt extremely unreal, as if he could see that gradually fading figure again.

"You idiot!" Zhao Yunge suddenly turned around, her small nose, carrying a warm breath, bumped into Ye Beixuan's firm chest. Her tone was full of displeasure: "I was so proactive just now, how come you couldn't even say a word?"

Ye Beixuan's pupils suddenly contracted as fragments of memory flashed through his mind like a tidal wave: the girl holding a divine sword resolutely shielding him from the surging torrent of blood, and finally gradually dissipating in his arms...

“Yun Ge…” He took a deep breath and pulled her tightly into his arms again: “If I were to say, the Blood Sea…”

"The Sea of ​​Blood?" The girl nestled in his arms, showing no intention of leaving. She merely raised her eyes slightly, gazing at his chin, her peach blossom eyes clearly reflecting his image. "Have you suffered another bout of amnesia? The Blood Demon has already been destroyed by us..."

She stopped abruptly mid-sentence, her gaze fixed on the distant main hall, and whispered, "Your test has begun..."

On the Tianji Square Pavilion, an elderly man with white hair and beard—Master Xingkong—drifted in like an immortal.

"Bei Xuan," Master Xingkong said slowly, his face full of majesty, "you and Yun Ge are truly a perfect match..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunge's ears instantly turned red, and a blush quickly spread from her cheeks to her neck.

Ye Beixuan frowned, his thoughts a jumbled mess. Had he returned to five hundred years ago, or was he still trapped in the illusion of the Blood Sea?

“Master, I think this matter needs further consideration.” After thinking for a moment, he temporarily refused, not for any other reason than that he was filled with fear, afraid that he would be trapped in this illusion and unable to extricate himself.

"You don't want to?" Zhao Yunge was full of surprise, tears welling up in her eyes. Then she turned and ran away.

Clang... A sharp sword was instantly placed against Ye Beixuan's neck. It was Li Jiuxiao, whose face was twisted with jealousy.

"Apologize to your junior sister!" Li Jiuxiao pressed the sword forward again, his tone full of threat: "She has sacrificed so much for you."

"Nine Heavens!" Master Xingkong suddenly shouted.

Ye Beixuan, expressionless, gently pushed away Li Jiuxiao's sword, his tone calm and indifferent: "I'll handle this matter!"

After saying that, he turned and chased after Zhao Yunge in the direction she had left. He had to figure out what exactly was going on.

The girl was sitting on a boulder, sobbing softly. Seeing this, Ye Beixuan took out a roll of cloth from his pocket, handed it to her, and said softly, "Wipe it off, your face is all smeared like a little kitten."

Zhao Yunge took the roll of cloth, first gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then, as if in a fit of pique, forcefully blew her nose, the sound of which was exceptionally loud.

After calming down a bit, Zhao Yunge sobbed, "You won't marry me, so why did you come looking for me?"

"I never said I wouldn't marry you," Ye Beixuan quickly explained, secretly thinking to himself, "It was just a test, why such a big reaction!"

"Really?" Zhao Yunge stopped crying, half believing and half doubting, staring at Ye Beixuan with her eyes full of suspicion.

"Absolutely authentic."

To put her mind at ease, Zhao Yunge pressed on, "So, you really want to marry me?"

"I'm willing... I just..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Yunge burst into laughter through her tears, jumped up excitedly, and shouted, "That's great... I'll go tell my master right away and have him start preparing for our wedding immediately."

As soon as she finished speaking, she transformed into a streak of light and disappeared, as if afraid that Ye Beixuan would change his mind at any moment.

"Hey..." Ye Beixuan subconsciously reached out to call her back, wanting to tell her that there was no need to rush, but then he thought better of it, since it was just a test anyway.

The wedding day was filled with a joyous atmosphere.

Ye Beixuan held the red silk in his hand, his eyes somewhat dazed, his heart filled with helplessness: I'm getting married in such a muddled way? What on earth is going on?
"Worship heaven and earth."

In a daze, Ye Beixuan was unwittingly led into the bridal chamber.

Even now, he still feels that everything is like a dream, as if he is just observing from the perspective of an outsider. Everything seems so unreal, yet so real that it is within reach.

Inside the bridal chamber.

Ye Beixuan gently lifted Zhao Yunge's veil, and Zhao Yunge then untied her hair ornament. She stretched out her fingertips and gently stroked the young man's cheek, whispering, "Husband, it's time to rest..."

The red candles on the gilded candlesticks shone with a soft light. Her fingertips gently brushed against her sash, and with a light tug, her wedding dress slowly slid down.

"Let me do it..." Ye Beixuan suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist as she continued to undress, and pulled her slightly.

Zhao Yunge leaned into his arms, saying nervously and shyly, "There's also the nuptial wine, we need to... um..."

The last note was instantly drowned out by the intertwined breaths of the two.

As the girl leaned back, her clothes slipped completely off. Ye Beixuan's kiss gently landed on her rosy lips.

“Love me…” Zhao Yunge breathed slightly as she reached out and pulled off the jade belt around his waist.

A hand gently stroked her smooth, porcelain-like back, and the pair of dragon and phoenix candles on the table suddenly collapsed with a crash.

At midnight.

"Look at the Milky Way outside the window," Ye Beixuan said softly, gently embracing Zhao Yunge.

"How beautiful!" She gazed up at the dazzling starry sky, her eyes filled with rapture, and softly asked, "Will you always stay with me?"

Ye Beixuan suddenly hugged her tightly, but for some reason, the girl in his arms suddenly became ethereal.

"You know this is an illusion?" Zhao Yunge asked calmly, looking at Ye Beixuan.

“Across eras, awaken me with tears…” Ye Beixuan said in a low voice.

At this moment, the space began to slowly collapse, with a sound like a mirror shattering, spreading little by little.

Zhao Yunge raised her hand and gently stroked Ye Beixuan's cheek. Her body gradually became transparent as she smiled and said, "Thank you for fulfilling my wish from five hundred years ago."

Space began to collapse, and Zhao Yunge finally transformed into a crystal-clear tear, falling into the spatial rift. Her voice still echoed in our ears: "Go back quickly! This is your final battle..."

Within the spatial rift, Ye Beixuan gripped the Pangu Axe tightly, its blade radiating dazzling light. He cleaved down with all his might, shattering the illusion completely.

When he opened his eyes again, his pupils contracted sharply at the scene before him. Where was he...?

(End of this chapter)