I traveled through the book and became a junior sister of a sect. The plot is decided by me.

Under the communication between the crying spirit of the Soul Palace and the "void" of the Bodhi tree, Gu Ning slowly crawled up from the ground, opened his mouth, and exhaled a breath of white air.

Seeing Gu Ning's pitiful appearance, the spirit of the Soul Palace rarely felt sorry for him, so it slowly transformed into a human form, reached out its hand, and touched Gu Ning's head as if it were a kitten or a puppy.

"Hoohoo, hoohoo, it doesn't hurt."

Gu Ning: “…”

"Didn't you say you wouldn't let the thunder enter your broken palace?" She was furious. Looking at the little boy in front of her with a pair of big watery eyes, she pinched his chubby cheeks to vent her anger and pulled them hard, making him grimace in pain.

“Let go…let go, it’s going to break.” The Spirit of the Spirit Hall tried to grab Gu Ning with his hands and feet, but Gu Ning just threw him to the ground, pressing one of the boy’s hands floating in the air to the ground. He snorted condescendingly, “Little boy, you’re still a little naive.”

The spirit of the Soul Palace, who had always been respected and flattered, suddenly pursed his lips and burst into tears.

“Wuwuwu…you hit me, you hit me, how can you hit me…I am…hiccup…the spirit of the Divine Soul Palace who has the power of life and death…”

The Bodhi tree was calm and motionless. Gu Ning raised the corners of his lips and smiled nonchalantly, "What's the big deal? You can just wipe me out like you wiped out Meng Xiao..."

"Wuwuwu, no, you...you are originally from this world, and you are not dead. I can't break the rules of heaven."

After he finished speaking, Gu Ning stopped moving his hands and blinked, "What do you mean by this?"

Isn't she the one who came from the book?

Why are you originally from this world?

"To be precise, you are from this original world." Seeing that the two had calmed down, the Bodhi tree shook its leaves. The Bodhi leaves fell and formed a cushion, and then the branches gently brushed Gu Ning's body.

In an instant, Gu Ning felt that his body, which had been struck by lightning, was relieved. He felt clear-minded and comfortable as if he had been enlightened.

So, she sat on the futon obediently like a good and obedient student.

“Don’t you think that the damage value of this thunder is too low for you?” The Bodhi tree cannot change its shape. It is an ancient sacred tree that was born with the way of heaven. It lives as long as the heaven and earth, and shines as brightly as the sun and the moon.

But this also limits its changes. There is no Bodhi tree originally, and the way of heaven requires a tree that can climb to the sky, so it can only exist in the world in this form for its entire life.

"It seems so." Gu Ning reacted belatedly. Although the thunder caused her considerable pain, it did not cause any substantial damage to her body.

I still remember that Zhou Wentian’s Nascent Soul Tribulation Thunder almost swept away the demon army, and the weaker disciples of Shenshui Sect were also seriously injured.

Even Zhou Wentian was hit hard once or twice, which was quite painful.

But looking at Gu Ning himself, he was screaming and shouting, yet he was still very lively.

"Because the current Heavenly Dao cannot use Heavenly Dao rules to deal with you." The voice of the Bodhi tree continued to sound, "When the Heavenly Dao rotated, your soul and I fell asleep like a baby."

"But I don't know how you woke up on your own, and how you escaped from the Soul Palace." The branches of the Bodhi tree gently brushed Gu Ning's cheek, "Maybe it was a ray of hope left by the heavens."

There are fifty ways of the great way, forty-nine ways of the heaven, and you should leave a way out for everything.

Heaven has left this small world with a glimmer of hope, and this hope lies in Gu Ning.

Gu Ning opened his eyes and looked at the Bodhi tree, his gaze was clear and stupid, "So... I am really the hero who saves the world that everyone is looking forward to?"

"Yes."

The spirit of the Spirit Hall had cried enough hiding in the corner, and even now he was crying a little, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Shut up." Gu Ning pulled the little boy over and pinched his mouth with two fingers. "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

However, the Bodhi tree did not answer this question for a long time. Gu Ning could feel a gaze fixed on him for a long time.

She was not in a hurry and waited silently for the Bodhi tree's answer.

After a long while, the voice sounded again, "But... you don't think you belong to this world, do you?"

It was right on the mark, and Gu Ning couldn't deny it.

"Yes, yes, yes, her spiritual illusion is a world I have never seen before." The spirit of the Soul Palace finally got the chance to speak and hurriedly reported his information.

"Your soul escaped to a wonderful other world, but that world is not your real existence." The Bodhi Tree Spirit continued slowly, "So the heaven of that world noticed you, rejected you, and almost wiped you out."

"You don't know how you came back, nor do you know how and in which world you died?"

"But..." Gu Ning was shocked and retorted subconsciously.

"But you remember the people in that world. You can clearly remember everything you have lived."

Gu Ning pursed her lips. At this moment, she could clearly feel the pain in her body and her heart was beating so hard as if it had reached a limit.

"But Gu Ning... they won't remember you."

"Boom!" It was like a thunderclap exploding in Gu Ning's mind. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and two lines of tears suddenly slid down uncontrollably. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

It hurts.

My heart aches.

It was as if she was being held tightly, and she couldn't breathe.

So she curled up her body escapingly and closed her eyes.

No, no, that's not the case...

She told herself over and over again that this was not the case. How could it be possible?

How could it all be wiped out?

The Bodhi tree stopped talking, and the sobbing spirit of the Soul Palace also stopped crying. Only the breeze rustled the leaves, and the spiritual energy in the air began to swirl.

After a long time, Gu Ning opened his eyes.

"So... I am not at all unaccustomed to this world, training, fighting, even life-and-death struggles."

Gu Ning raised her hand and wiped away her tears. She found out what she had been wondering about for a long time, and then she felt numb and calm.

This is the fact. She...had guessed it a long time ago, but she was unwilling to believe it until it was confirmed.

"Your soul and body are also damaged." Bodhi tree sighed, "It must be difficult to escape from that world."

Gu Ning said nothing.

"No matter how difficult it is, you have to go home." The branches of the Bodhi tree fell softly, holding a few Bodhi fruits on them. "The most common thing to repair the soul is the Lingying fruit, but the Bodhi fruit is better."

Gu Ning stood up and turned his back to the Bodhi tree.

"Living in a bubble doesn't make you sober." The Bodhi tree didn't care and sent the Bodhi fruit to Gu Ning again. "Do you want to see that world again?"

Gu Ning was shocked.

"See if they can live happily after forgetting you." Bodhi's voice remained steady. "You are not the center of their world, but here, you are."

After he finished speaking, Gu Ning raised his hand and grabbed the small Bodhi fruits, "I want to go back and take a look."

Her voice was firm, with a determination to fight to the end.

"Okay." The Bodhi tree nodded, "Soul of Three Worlds, if you take the Bodhi fruit, you can find your soul back."

After he finished speaking, Gu Ning swallowed the Bodhi fruit without hesitation.

Then, under the gaze of the tree and the spirit, Gu Ning fell on the mat. When he closed his eyes, a tear fell on the mat.

"Bodhi, I don't understand why she doesn't want to believe you." The spirit of the Spirit Hall looked up at the Bodhi tree, "You are a sacred tree that lives as long as the Heavenly Dao."

"It's just a dream, it's all in vain, but vain is something you can encounter but not obtain." Bodhi tree sighed, "That was her luck, but it has also become her nightmare."

Nightmares are also inner demons.

How can this world survive if there is no way to awaken the common people?