Tian Yuan

Chen Qingyuan's original consciousness was like a blank sheet of paper, so he naturally wouldn't use any Taoist techniques. Over the years, he had been observing his surroundings, but he had overlooked his own clothing and appearance, so he didn't see the patterns embroidered on his clothes.

The rules of the Ascension Path stirred up a great storm.

A breeze rises, causing the hem of my clothes to flutter and rustle.

Just then, the movement of her clothes allowed Chen Qingyuan to catch a glimpse of the pattern.

The five-petaled snow on the Jade Terrace, so lifelike, was reflected in his eyes.

Suddenly, the surrounding void froze.

In his eyes, the world was a gray expanse, time stood still, and all the emperors were petrified. Only the pattern of the Five-Petaled Jade Terrace Snow remained untouched by the gray mist, its color as white as snow, piercing straight to the soul.

An indescribable emotion welled up from the depths of Chen Qingyuan's heart, a bittersweet feeling, as if something was pressing down on his chest, making him feel restless and agitated.

After watching for a while, his eyes welled up with tears.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, her emotions difficult to express.

"What's wrong with me?"

Chen Qingyuan couldn't look away for a second; the more he looked, the more uncomfortable he felt, unable to explain the feeling.

Long ago, An Xiruo was trapped in Tianyuan.

To alleviate her longing, she sewed many clothes for Chen Qingyuan, without using any secret techniques, all made stitch by stitch.

She embroidered a five-petaled snowflake on every piece of clothing, a unique mark belonging only to the two of them.

Three hundred thousand years ago, in the ancient times, Chen Qingyuan took An Xiruo away from her prison and gave her a new life. Since then, the two have been inseparable, calling each other brother and sister.

One day, Chen Qingyuan gave An Xiruo a Five-Leaf Jade Snow Flower, a rare spiritual herb that could be used for cultivation.

The flower, like snowflakes, transformed into delicate threads that seeped into An Xiruo's heart and never emerged again.

"It hurts a little here."

After a moment, Chen Qingyuan subconsciously raised his right hand and slowly covered his heart, muttering to himself.

He didn't understand why he felt so upset, and the feeling kept getting worse.

He could ignore physical pain and didn't care about it at all.

But looking at this five-petaled snowflake, his soul felt as if it had been torn into thousands of pieces, a pain worse than being slowly sliced ​​to death, making it impossible for him to remain calm.

"I think I've forgotten something very important."

Chen Qingyuan lowered his eyes in thought and murmured.

"It's not that I forgot something, but... a person."

After a long while, a beautiful figure in red appeared before Chen Qingyuan's eyes.

During his conversation with Ji Fushuang, Chen Qingyuan learned a great deal about the past. However, his conscious memory remained blank, so it didn't have much effect.

Even though Ji Fushuang depicted An Xiruo's figure and appearance, it only made Chen Qingyuan momentarily dazed.

Until this moment, the pattern of the Five-Leaf Jade Terrace Snow was like an arrow, coming from a certain point in the long river of time, crossing the endless sky, and piercing Chen Qingyuan's heart, making his soul tremble, his brows furrowed, and him fall into a state of deep thought.

To onlookers, Chen Qingyuan appeared frozen in place, his body motionless, which seemed rather strange.

"what happened to him?"

"Perhaps he has realized something!"

"The lotus flowers surrounding Chen Qingyuan have changed!"

"Look!"

Lu Hansheng and the others kept a close eye on Chen Qingyuan, their gazes never wavering. As Chen Qingyuan's closest companions, they naturally hoped everything would go smoothly and that nothing would go wrong.

Countless Dao Lotuses ceased to flutter and solidified in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the leaves of the Daolian slowly closed.

In less than ten breaths, all the lotus flowers surrounding Chen Qingyuan grew in reverse direction, budding and ready to bloom.

Besides the Daolian, dozens of tall, ancient trees with lush foliage have also undergone tremendous changes, turning into saplings about ten feet tall.

Upon seeing this scene, the emperors' eyes gleamed with a sharp light. They were completely baffled as to what was happening, their expressions blank and bewildered.

Not to mention others, even Emperor Taiwei's face showed a hint of doubt.

There is no record of anyone using their own experience to prove the Way.

Even the Taiwei Emperor, whose wisdom has astonished countless ages, was witnessing for the first time a process of enlightenment through personal proof. There were many details he didn't understand and needed Chen Qingyuan to gain a deeper understanding.

The lotus buds are forming, and the ancient tree is turning into a seedling.

This sight truly astonished the emperor present.

"He can't really prove himself in this way, can he?"

If Chen Qingyuan were to prove himself, it would be enough to overturn the entire universe.

According to Mu Cangyan's previous statement, the foundation for immortality must be laid when one reaches the Divine Bridge Realm. Once Chen Qingyuan successfully completes this path, his future achievements are unimaginable.

From Chen Qingyuan's perspective, time stands still, and everything around him is gray.

To others, the void where Chen Qingyuan was located was covered by unknown rules, as if shrouded in a thin mist, making it blurry and unclear.

For the next few months, Chen Qingyuan did nothing else, just staring at the five-leaf snow on the Jade Terrace embroidered on his clothes, trying to recall something.

On this day, a subtle change occurred in his world of consciousness.

On the blank canvas of consciousness, there was originally a barely perceptible touch of crimson.

As I continued to think, this small red spot gradually changed, becoming less subtle and spreading to the size of a fingernail.

Furthermore, the trend of spread continues and will not stop.

As if time and space were out of order, Chen Qingyuan felt his soul leave the Eternal Night Ruins and arrive in a world of ice and snow.

He stood atop the snow-capped mountain, with a blurry figure beside him.

No matter how Chen Qingyuan looked at it, he could never make out the person's appearance.

Even with blurred vision, one could tell that the person was a woman dressed in red.

Chen Qingyuan couldn't remember any details about his relationship with the girl in red, but he had a conversation with Ji Fushuang before and knew that he had a confidante, who should be the person beside him.

He didn't dwell on why he had this illusion; he only wanted to figure out what the girl in red in the mist looked like.

"Brother, you still owe me two promises, don't forget them."

At this moment, the girl in red, who was shrouded in mist, spoke in a clear and delicate voice.

Hearing the incredibly familiar voice, Chen Qingyuan's heart trembled again, and the pain of his soul being torn apart intensified several times over.

Having endured countless hardships, Chen Qingyuan couldn't help but reveal an expression of unbearable pain.

In the mist, she was like a pure and aloof red lotus, only revealing a few strands of tenderness when facing Chen Qingyuan.

She said, "From now on, you can only wear the clothes I sew for you."

Chen Qingyuan wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, they slowly parted, yet no sound came out.

She said, "Brother, no matter how many years pass, I will be here waiting for you."

She said, "How wonderful it would be if I could always stay with my brother."

She said, "The old friends are gone, only you and I remain. If I die, how lonely you will be."

She said: "..."

Every word the girl in red uttered was like a sharp knife, scraping at Chen Qingyuan's soul with excruciating pain, far surpassing any torture in the world.

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