The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

After Wei Wuxian was struck by lightning and absorbed the spiritual rain, he was swept back to the Bi Hai Cang Ling by the spiritual power of Emperor Donghua.

Having just been baptized by the thunderbolt, Wei Wuxian was still exhausted and could only collapse on the ground helplessly, still muttering, "Emperor, you are too much. You threw me out to be struck by thunder without even saying hello. I was almost killed by the thunder. If I was struck to death, wouldn't you be heartbroken? This is really too much."

Emperor Donghua continued to read his Buddhist scriptures and ignored him.

"Emperor, was that a mass grave just now? It looked very familiar."

"Emperor, what was that thunder tribulation just now? Is there actually a thunder tribulation during the Jindan stage?"

"When I first formed a pill, there was no thunder tribulation. The cultivation world has never heard of a thunder tribulation during a pill formation. What's going on?"

"Emperor, where is Bi Hai Cang Ling? Why is there a mass grave as soon as I go out?"

"I just saw a lot of people outside the mass grave. They seemed to be from the Hundred Immortal Sects. Lan Zhan seemed to be in the crowd. Emperor, what do you think they want to do? Are they going to surround and attack me again?"

"Even that old-fashioned Lan Zhan is here this time. The old-fashioned guy really hates me, right?" Wei Wuxian couldn't help feeling sad when he thought that Lan Zhan was going to join forces with the other Hundred Schools to attack him. He thought that there must be no one in this world who wanted him, Wei Wuxian, to be alive.

Wei Wuxian's voice suddenly stopped, and Emperor Donghua couldn't help but look up, only to see him lying on the ground in dejection, looking up at the sky, with a sad atmosphere lingering around him.

He put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, walked towards Wei Wuxian, and looked down at him, "Why are you sad? Didn't you know the nature of the hundreds of immortal sects?"

“I have long seen through the shamelessness of the hundreds of immortal families. I just didn’t expect that Lan Zhan would come with them this time. Although Lan Zhan is a bit old-fashioned, he understands me the best. I was quite happy that I didn’t see him in the last encirclement. At least there is still such a person... Forget it, it’s all in the past. Anyway, we won’t meet again in the future, so let it be.” Wei Wuxian sat up, intending to consolidate his cultivation and then continue practicing.

“How do you know he came here with those people and not to find you?” Emperor Donghua suddenly asked this when Wei Wuxian was about to enter meditation.

“Looking for me?” Wei Wuxian paused and looked up at Emperor Donghua, “Really? Is Lan Zhan really here to look for me?”

Emperor Donghua didn't say anything. He just waved a stream of spiritual power into the air and a water curtain similar to a mirror appeared in the air. The mirror showed the place with the thickest yin energy in the mass grave. A fairy in white was seen playing the piano there.

“Mass grave?” Wei Wuxian hurriedly stood up and walked towards the water mirror. “Why did Lan Zhan go to the mass grave to play the piano?”

(In the water curtain, Lan Wangji sits on a stone, stroking the strings of his zither. He soon attracts a group of spirits and begins to ask them one by one, "Is the baby here? Can you recognize the baby? When will the baby return?"

Even though there were repeated disappointments, no soul was left out.

After questioning all the spirits present and playing a resting song, Lan Wangji stopped playing the zither dejectedly and muttered to himself, "Wei Ying, where are you? Why can't I find you? Why don't you come back?")

“Lan Zhan is asking about spirits? He’s really looking for me.” Wei Wuxian muttered to himself, “Why is he looking for me? Don’t you hate me?”

Emperor Donghua felt helpless as he looked at the stupid boy who didn't understand anything. If it weren't for the fact that Wei Wuxian was quite interesting, he would never have thought that the two men had a destined marriage.

"Why don't you ask him."

“Is it necessary to ask Lan Zhan? Besides, they all thought I was dead. Wouldn’t Lan Zhan be scared if I suddenly appeared?” Wei Wuxian hesitated.

"This mark is blessed with my magic power. You can enter the Blue Sea and the Green Spirit at will. It's up to you to go or not. Don't disturb my rest." Emperor Donghua shot a stream of spiritual power into Wei Wuxian's body, then walked to the jade couch and took a nap.