Longevity Candle

Chapter 153 Immortality Heaven

Memories of the past come flooding back at this moment.

The memories stolen by Jiang Xiyue, the White Bone, have returned.

She remembered that she had a green lamp, which her mother had given her.

Later, after entering the Five Elements Holy Land, he kept the green lamp in his room.

“I also have a green lamp in my house,” Jiang Xiyue said. “It’s always been in my room, but it’s just an ordinary green lamp.”

"Ordinary?" The woman in white chuckled softly, then added, "Indeed, ordinary."

"How should I address you, senior?" Jiang Xiyue asked.

"It's been so long, I've almost forgotten my own name." The woman in white pondered, "I learned about the Taiyin at the age of eight, and ascended to the moon at the age of one hundred. Some people call me Heng'e, and others call me the Taiyin Star Lord."

"Heng'e? The Moon Goddess?" Jiang Xiyue had never heard of her. Thinking of her mission, she said, "Hongyue sent me here, saying that if you agree, she can come out with me."

Heng'e's eyes were deep and mysterious: "She was referring to the green lamp, not me."

"A green lamp?" Jiang Xiyue looked surprised. "What's so special about that green lamp?"

Heng'e smiled slightly and reached out to touch Jiang Xiyue.

Under Jiang Xiyue's astonished gaze, the hand passed through her body, and the Heng'e before her was no longer a living being.

"You... a wandering soul? No, you're a cultivator of the Soul Path? No, you don't seem to have any magical power fluctuations."

Jiang Xiyue then noticed Heng'e's abnormal behavior.

She was not a normal being; she had no magical power fluctuations, nor any spiritual fluctuations.

It's like...an illusion.

Heng'e smiled and looked at the green lamp: "I have long since passed away, and am only a wisp of his candlelight, a mark of the past."

"The past of a wisp of candlelight?" Jiang Xiyue was stunned, unable to comprehend it.

She entered the palace, looked at the green lamp, hesitated for a moment, and then grasped the lamp.

The green lamp showed no unusual behavior, which puzzled her.

Looking back at Heng'e, she smiled and said, "Try infusing yourself with the power of the sun and moon."

Jiang Xiyue's magical power flowed within her body, transforming into the light of the sun and moon, which was then poured into the green lamp.

The candlelight flickered, and a figure in white slowly floated out from the green lamp, gradually solidifying.

"Daddy?"

Jiang Xiyue stared in disbelief at the figure, which looked exactly like her father.

Around the figure in white, wisps of candlelight floated, each wisp representing a piece of the past.

But those past events have long since become unfamiliar stories, and no one remembers who they were.

Jiang Xiyue stared blankly, and she saw a figure that resembled him somewhat. It was Hongyue Jiang Xiyue.

Suppress the Yin and the Netherworld, and dwell forever in the sea of ​​blood.

He also saw Heng'e beside him. When she was young, she followed the green lamp and practiced the Taiyin method. She ascended to the moon at the age of one hundred and became the Taiyin Star Lord.

They were all once extremely brilliant, living a splendid life.

But when the glory fades, everything is swept away by time, and no one remembers it anymore.

If you don't come to these ancient ruins and go to the bottom of the deep sea, no one will know that they once existed.

"I am not your father." The figure in white smiled and said, "My name is Jiang Zhu, a wandering soul in the green lamp, but I am not your father."

"No, that's not right. You look exactly like Father, even your aura is the same..."

Jiang Xiyue was bewildered. She didn't know why her father, who loved to travel, would be here and wouldn't acknowledge his identity.

"Alright, you can think of me as your father."

Jiang Zhu pondered for a moment and said, "I was him in the past, and he is me now."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Xiyue's mind was completely blank.

“He is Fusheng’s past life,” Heng’e said softly. “According to your memories, Fusheng is your father’s past life.”

"How many lifetimes has my father lived?" Jiang Xiyue asked, bewildered and horrified.

Even if the phoenix rises from the ashes and is reborn, it will forget its memories. Even if it tries to preserve its memories through various means, they will eventually be incomplete.

Even if a new life sees past memories, it will have a different mindset.

"I don't know, I'm just a part of his memories," Jiang Zhu said calmly. "Perhaps he's lived several lifetimes. Is he alright now?"

Jiang Xiyue said dejectedly, "Father always loves to travel, and I can only see him a few days a year."

"That's good," Jiang Zhu said.

"This is pretty good?" Jiang Xiyue was a little confused.

Jiang Zhu said, "A day in heaven is equivalent to a year on earth. This way, it's like we can see each other every day. Isn't that good?"

"The heavens?" Jiang Xiyue was slightly taken aback. "You mean the former Azure Heaven Domain, the Heavenly Court?"

"I guess so," Jiang Zhu nodded.

"Then you are Fusheng's past life, why did he suppress you here?" Jiang Xiyue asked, puzzled.

“He never suppressed me; he just found me and couldn’t accept it,” Jiang Zhu sighed softly. “He is a proud man, or rather, an arrogant man.”

“I heard from them that Fusheng is indeed very arrogant,” Jiang Xiyue nodded.

But an existence capable of establishing the Azure Heaven and Netherworld, the Human Immortal Realm, and defining the Three Realms, also possesses the strength to be arrogant.

If she were Fusheng, she would probably be even more arrogant than Fusheng.

Chang'e took a wisp of candlelight, which transformed into a rope. She sat on it, swaying slightly: "Life has only placed us here; it has not chosen to retrieve this memory from us."

"Memory?" Jiang Xiyue asked in surprise, "Just memory?"

“It’s his memory,” Jiang Zhu nodded. “Or perhaps, it’s a past he doesn’t want to accept.”

"Why are you unwilling to accept them?" Jiang Xiyue asked.

Jiang Zhu said, "These memories will cause him pain."

Jiang Xiyue fell silent. These past events were all things that had passed away.

Fleeting life cannot hold onto dreams, nor can eternity be grasped.

When he learns that in his previous life, he also had many people and things that he couldn't keep, he will be even more pained.

“Sometimes, preserving memories is a painful thing,” Heng’e said.

"Then what should I do?" Jiang Xiyue asked blankly. "Should I take Jiang Xiyue with me, or should I bring you all to Father?"

She was bewildered.

Everything seems so pale and powerless in the face of time.

Even with boundless magical power, even with the power to define the Three Realms, it is still impossible to retain any person or thing.

Perhaps one day in the future, she will just be a memory, a flickering candlelight.

As she pondered this, Jiang Xiyue suddenly realized that all of this had lost its meaning.

Jiang Zhu and Heng'e watched her silently without saying another word.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xiyue slowly raised her head and looked at the two of them: "Even if everything will turn to dust, the things at hand must still be done."

“If you want to take the Netherworld Blood Sea away, of course you can,” Jiang Zhu said calmly.

"What are the conditions?" Jiang Xiyue asked.

“There are no conditions. Do it if you want to,” Jiang Zhu said.

"Just do it if you want to?" Jiang Xiyue frowned, suddenly feeling a little insecure: "Can I succeed? There's still the Eternal Heaven."

"There is no such thing as success or failure; they are just a small episode in the course of life, a life you have chosen yourself."

Jiang Zhu said calmly, "Life is short. Even the path of immortality can only lengthen the distance of this fleeting shooting star. Therefore, within your own capabilities, choosing the life you want is enough."

"Although, no matter how you live your life, you will always have regrets and a lot of dissatisfaction in the end."

Hearing his words, Jiang Xiyue's eyes gradually hardened: "Then can you help me solve this problem with the Eternal Heaven?"

"That depends on you. I am just a part of the past and do not possess boundless magic."

Jiang Zhu chuckled, "But you can return it to your father, and he will remember where he hid his magic power." "Hidden? Father hid his magic power?" Jiang Xiyue asked in astonishment.

"I suppose so," Jiang Zhu said.

"Then what should I do?" Jiang Xiyue asked.

“Hold onto the green lamp, walk forward, and you will be able to leave, taking everything here with you, including the Red Moon,” Jiang Zhu said.

Heng'e swayed her body: "When you are lost, hold onto the green lamp, and it will light your way."

Her body transformed into specks of silver light, leaving only a clear, low murmur echoing in her ears: "At eight, I learned the Yin energy; at a hundred, I ascended to the position of Star Lord. Time flows on, ultimately like water..."

Jiang Xiyue stared blankly at what was in front of her. Countless cracks appeared in the void, like a mirror about to shatter.

She held the green lamp and waved it gently.

Everything was shattered, the Dead Sea disappeared, and she was no longer at the bottom of the sea, nor in the Immortal Realm.

She stood alone on the sea of ​​blood, as if she had just entered it, surrounded by cultivators from various Daoist lineages.

Yang Liu and Li Wuwei are both still here, unmoved.

In his hand, he held only a green lamp.

Turn back time?

She looked at the green lamp in her hand, its faint candlelight flickering. She saw Chang'e, she saw Jiang Zhu, she saw the red moon and the bright moon.

It turns out that everything was in the past; she had simply entered the past and met the Jiang Xiyue of the past.

They are long gone, leaving behind only incomplete ancient ruins, guarding the bygone years.

Hongyue Jiang Xiyue has always wanted to leave the Netherworld and return to the human world.

But that was just her past obsession.

She never escaped the underworld until her death, and could only struggle and reincarnate repeatedly in the past.

That crimson moon bore some resemblance to her, but it was not exactly the same.

Perhaps for similar reasons, when entering the past, Hongyue Jiang Xiyue chose her.

Jiang Xiyue is still young. She has feelings about this past, but she is not too deeply obsessed with it.

She could only sigh softly at the past.

She didn't touch the Netherworld Blood Sea for the time being; her past trials had given her many insights.

The path to refining the spirit and returning to emptiness is within reach.

After leaving the ancient ruins, she did not go directly to the north, but instead rode the clouds back to the Five Elements Holy Land.

He sat down cross-legged, calming himself down.

In the twenty-eighth year of the Xianyuan era, the peaches ripened.

She stared at the green lamp, watching the river candle float out.

“Father,” Jiang Xiyue called out.

"Little Xiyue," Jiang Zhu said with a gentle smile, "it seems you've gained quite a bit this time, having already reached the Refinement of Spirit and Return to Emptiness stage."

“Father, I saw you at the ancient ruins,” Jiang Xiyue said.

Jiang Zhu was silent for a moment, then said, "No wonder you weren't surprised to see me come out; you've been waiting, haven't you?"

“Yes, I brought back your past memories. I don’t know if you need them. If not, I can return them.” Jiang Xiyue took out the green lamp.

Jiang Zhu smiled and took it: "Since you brought it back, let's take a look."

"Father, I'm going to the north, should I still go?" Jiang Xiyue asked.

“Go if you want to, do what you want to do. Life is short, and I don’t expect you to live a peaceful life,” Jiang Zhu said.

“You and he sound alike,” Jiang Xiyue said.

"After all, he is also me." Jiang Zhu put away the green lamp and merged into himself.

Two green lamps merge together, bringing back memories of the past.

Jiang Zhu saw another Jiang Zhu, and also Heng'e, the Red Moon, the One-Eyed Giant, the Immortal Realm, and the Cloud Dream of the River of Oblivion...

This is a story of life and his past life memories intertwined.

He also saw the ancient method of illuminating the shadows, and even more so, the ancient power of illuminating the shadows.

However, there is no record of it residing in the human world for an extended period.

There was no mention of Fusheng's eventual suicide.

As for Jiang Zhu in his previous life, he only recorded fragments of the past.

Jiang Zhu sighed softly. Even if he obtained the ancient Candle Illumination and Shadow, could he still not escape the limitations and remain there forever?
He was like an observer, watching the memories of the past.

He looked again at the candlelight he had recorded and sighed deeply.

“Father.” Jiang Xiyue heard his sigh and her eyes were full of concern.

"It's nothing." Jiang Zhu waved his hand and said, "Go, and live your brilliant life."

"What about Mother?" Jiang Xiyue asked. "She hasn't come to see me in a long time."

“Your mother was the Nine-Colored Deer of Yunmengze, and she too went to chase after the past,” Jiang Zhu said.

"Judging by the time, they should all be out by now. I'm going to retrieve the Netherworld Blood Sea."

Jiang Xiyue picked up the green lamp and held it high: "Father, did you say that you would light my way forward?"

“Alright, Father will light your way forward,” Jiang Zhu said.

Jiang Xiyue, carrying a green lamp, did not ride the clouds, but transformed into a ray of light and vanished into the void.

Refine your spirit to return to emptiness, and you will vanish into nothingness.

When I returned to West Kunlun, the Qi cultivators had already left.

They each embarked on their own missions, heading off to distant places.

A red moon detached from the void and merged into Jiang Xiyue's brow, leaving a blood-red crescent moon mark.

"Let's go, let's go north."

Jiang Xiyue transformed into a stream of light and headed north.

During this time, she has accumulated a considerable amount of the essence of the sun and moon, which is enough to allow Jiang Zhu to descend.

The vast grasslands have long since changed their appearance.

The grassland tribes still exist, but no one worships the sacred mountain anymore.

The sacred mountain of yesteryear is now desolate, and the immortals and elves are no longer to be seen.

The residents of the grasslands are living much better lives than before, but there are still demons causing trouble.

Everywhere you look, you can see cultivators searching for traces of demons and guarding the grasslands.

A faith built up over many years was completely destroyed in less than thirty years.

Occasionally, some older herders will murmur the name of the great Eternal Heaven, but it has lost its original flavor.

Jiang Xiyue crossed the grasslands and headed towards the distant north, arriving at the North Sea.

The journey was peaceful. When Jiang Zhu's time came, he returned to his slumber under the green lamp.

Jiang Xiyue followed her senses and searched for Peach Blossom Island.

Jiang Zhu gave her a general location and told her to go and find it.

Rumble

Suddenly, waves surged in the distance, and a terrifying aura swept in.

Jiang Xiyue emerged from the void and sensed an immense pressure sweeping over her.

唳

A cry pierced the sky, and in the distance, a crimson divine bird appeared, its immortal aura overwhelming and pressing down upon the heavens.

A red light emanated from between Jiang Xiyue's brows, reflecting the Netherworld Blood Sea. The immense power of the Blood Sea pressed down on the waves.

As the giant waves subsided, Jiang Xiyue looked at the divine bird in the sky: "You really know my father well, but why don't you dare to face him, the legendary—Phoenix?! Or perhaps—Eternal Heaven!"

(End of this chapter)