Mysterious mirror hanging high

Ye Xingyun and Yun Xuance looked at each other, then turned around and saw Li Jiangmei's face was ashen.

This beauty, considered to be the most stunning beauty in the entire Xianzhou world, rarely lost her gentle smile, thinking to herself:

"Fortunately, I chose Nangong Fuhua, a righteous Yuanying. If I had followed Xue Cang all the way to the end, I would have been tortured in the Nine Netherworld after my death..."

"wrong."

Li Jiangmei gritted her teeth and said, "What does it matter what happens after death? If I can't find immortality in this life, what difference does it make whether my soul scatters, I reincarnate, or suffers in hell?"

"I, Li Jiangmei, only cultivate for this life and do not seek afterlife!"

After seeing Yun Xuance and Li Jiangmei's [Horizontal World], Ye Xingyun became even more curious about his own reflection. He moved his fat body to the edge of the bamboo raft and looked at the lake. He stared at the lake for a long time, but was somewhat confused.

There was no light or shadow on the surface of the [Hengshi Lake]. Not to mention the scene of the Hengshi, even Ye Xingyun's current reflection could not be seen.

Ye Xingyun rubbed his eyes and moved closer, but the lake was still empty.

He scratched his round chin and muttered, "What do you mean? I don't have a [Successive Life]?"

Jing Yu and the others also found it strange. Jing Yu looked up at Ye Xingyun and said with a smile, "Perhaps it's because Great True Lord Fulu has a profound background and is extremely powerful, so this small lake is not high enough to reflect it."

Ye Xingyun said "Hey" and laughed, "It doesn't matter... Big sister, why don't you take a picture?"

Even though most of the Yuanying Zhenjun on the bamboo raft had walked to the edge of the raft, Lu Yingzhao had no intention of moving at all. He just sat in the middle of the raft and silently adjusted his breathing.

She naturally heard Ye Xingyun's question, and upon hearing it, she just slightly opened her half-closed eyes and said lightly:

"The so-called [previous life] is another possibility in our lives. So, from another perspective, for people in our timeline, isn't this [previous life] something that will never happen?"

Lu Yingzhao sneered, "Since it's definitely not going to happen, why bother worrying about it? Dwelling on it, worrying about gains and losses... isn't that just worrying about nothing?"

She closed her eyes again, her breathing becoming steady. In just a few moments, her aura had actually risen noticeably. "Instead of wasting time exploring paths I haven't taken, I should be focusing on gathering some inspiration, honing my skills, and taking the path I've already taken, one step at a time."

Ye Xingyun gave a thumbs-up in admiration: "After all, you are the big sister. I am not jealous of you for reaching your current level of cultivation."

"well said!"

Jing Yu clapped his hands and smiled, "People only think that Fellow Daoist Lu is invincible among his peers and dominates the world, but they don't know that Fellow Daoist's greatest strength is actually his heart that pursues the Dao."

After saying that, he moved to the edge of the bamboo raft.

Ye Xingyun rolled his eyes: "Xuan Jing, where are you going?"

Jing Yu said casually, "I'm not Fellow Daoist Lu, so I'm not that hard on myself... I'm just taking a look, it won't cost me anything."

He leaned over and observed the lake. He thought the lake would be empty like the leaf nebula, but he didn't expect there would be a scene -

He held his breath and concentrated his gaze. The surface of the water seemed to be wiped by an invisible hand. All the ripples disappeared, and it suddenly became flat and wide like a painting.

The illusion before my eyes suddenly unfolded, revealing a completely unfamiliar world: vast and lofty, with an endless sea of ​​clouds, surging and rolling like living things, spreading endlessly under my feet and extending into the distance beyond my sight.

In the center of this vast sea of ​​clouds, a magnificent and majestic immortal palace is suspended in the air, solemn and dignified.

In front of the majestic main gate, a huge plaque hangs high, with four large ancient seal characters "Changqing Xianting" written on it. The brushstrokes are vast and majestic, and each stroke seems to contain the laws of the Tao, silently proclaiming the eternity and transcendence of this place.

The sight passes through the towering gate and into the most magnificent and vast Yaochi in the depths of the fairyland.

The water in the pool is clear, reflecting the misty clouds and the dazzling fairy palace above.

At this moment, a fairy banquet is being held by the pool.

Fairy flowers and magical herbs are dotted among them, with strange fragrance surging, and the sound of stringed instruments is almost imperceptible and pleasant to the ear.

At the highest point of Yaochi, three huge thrones are suspended in the void, overlooking the area below.

On the main seat in the center, there sat a chaotic and blurry object, which looked like a human figure, but for some reason, Jing Yu could not see it clearly, and could only see a vague outline.

On the left side of the throne was a female figure wearing a crimson purple palace dress. The hem of the woman's skirt just reached her ankles, revealing a pair of delicate bare feet.

This pair of bare feet reminds people of the flying fairies walking on lotus in ancient paintings. They are unwrapped and natural, with an unpolished but breathtaking charm.

Her ankles were as slender as lotus stems, the arch of her foot was curved like a crescent moon, and even her toes were as round and cute as freshly peeled lotus seeds.

However, the place where her face was was also covered by a flowing veil that seemed to be woven by wind and light. No matter how hard Jing Yu stared, her face was always like water, moon and mirror flowers. He could only catch a trace of a breath as cold as ice jade and as distant as a cold star. Everything else was hazy.

Sitting on the throne on the right was Jing Yu himself!

He was wearing an indescribably gorgeous robe, with countless stars as tiny as dust and mysterious runes flowing and flickering on it, as if the projection of the entire starry sky was draped over his body.

His figure was as tall and straight as an ancient divine peak, sitting majestically on the throne. The aura he exuded was not an aggressive power, but an absolute calmness that had settled after experiencing the vicissitudes of life throughout the ages and holding supreme power.

No words or unnecessary movements were needed. His mere presence was enough to shroud the entire Yao Chi and even the entire suspended fairy court in his silent majesty.

It is a kind of [momentum] engraved deep into time, and it is the bearing honed by living in the sky for a long time, overlooking the reincarnation of all worlds.

Below, on the jade steps of the Yaochi Lake, countless immortals with different appearances and extraordinary postures stood solemnly.

They may be surrounded by spiritual light, like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky.

Or the aura is as deep as the ocean, and a single thought seems to be able to cause the stars to collapse.

The vast and majestic spiritual pressure gathered together, as if an invisible tide was surging in the Yaochi. Although its horror was not as great as the two people on the throne in the middle and on the left, it was far greater than Jing Yu on the throne.

However, this force that is powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth now seems so docile and humble.

Regardless of whether they were immortals of different genders, or whether their cultivation was profound or shallow, they all held their breath and bowed their heads, their postures extremely respectful, and they only dared to humbly look towards the three thrones high above.

It is not fear of power, but a kind of awe and submission to a higher level of existence that comes from the depths of life.

Like countless solidified sculptures, they offer silent worship before the absolutely sublime will.