I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

At the top of the stone steps, a figure stood, appearing and disappearing indistinctly. The figure was shrouded in a thin veil, making it difficult to discern its true face and form. In this hazy state, the figure slowly turned its head and looked down. Even from a hundred meters away, Xie Yuhua could intuitively recognize Ling Xiao's face.

He stood deep within the steps, seemingly floating on clouds, draped in a cassock, his hair shaved off, a stark contrast to his usual appearance. The cassock fluttered gently in the breeze, clinging tightly to Ling Xiao's body on one side, enveloping him entirely, revealing only his somewhat bewildered face.

Jieyuhua stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up; their eyes met.

"Hey, Mr. Hua, what are you waiting for? The young master is up there. If you want, just pull him away," Black Bear advised.

“He is not.” Jieyuhua closed her eyes as if to suppress the hidden pain in her heart, then looked up at Lingxiao above and said, “Buddha speaks of compassion, can you save me?”

Ling Xiao, who was above, was clearly stunned for a moment before immediately bowing and saying, "Benefactor, you save people; why do you need the Buddha to save you?"

"You said you were helping others, but you're helping others without helping yourself. Why are we on different paths even though our feelings for each other haven't ended?" As she spoke, Jieyuhua stepped onto a stone staircase.

The scene of first hearing Ling Xiao's name from Wu Xie immediately flashed into his mind. At that time, he only thought that Ling Xiao was quite loyal and that as long as his background was clean, he could become a close friend of Wu Xie. He had no intention of getting to know anyone.

“Buddha neither saves me nor him, and I cannot save him either, yet he has saved me. I do not ask for Buddha to save me, I only ask that he be free from worry and always happy. Is that not enough?” Jieyuhua took another step closer, and this time the scene that appeared in her mind was the scene of their first meeting at the gate of the Prince’s Mansion.

As he advanced further, Ling Xiao took a step back and said, "It is both a realm and a medicine. To break through this realm, one must shatter one's obsessions. If one's mortal heart still stirs when reaching the summit, the stone steps will turn into a mountain of knives."

But the beloved is separated by mountains and seas. If the understanding flower could truly cross over, it would be the last line between this world and the world. Why worry about Lingxiao's life or death?

This is He Jun's only test, and also the final test he will take with his own and his son's lives.

Xie Yuhua smiled and took another step upwards, but this time he felt the pain of being punched again. His memory was of the first bowl of wontons that the child brought him.

When Xie Yuhua reached the tenth stone step, he was already in pain from being beaten with sticks. He recalled how he and the children sang opera side by side in the opera garden, their costumes fluttering in the wind.

The steps also change; unlike the illusion where each step brings pain, they are sometimes as warm and smooth as jade, and sometimes as hot as iron, making them unpredictable, yet like the turbulent state of mind of a sympathetic flower.

"What you love is nothing but obsession." Ling Xiao finally spoke when the flower was almost halfway up.

"The Xie family's greatest skill is carving their obsessions into epitaphs," Xie Yuhua replied with a cold laugh, stomping her dragon-patterned staff on the ground.

After climbing more than a dozen steps, Xie Yuhua had to stop. His body was covered in wounds, and he could barely stand.

A gust of wind blew by, seemingly comforting him as it stroked his hair. Then, accompanied by a light tinkling of bells, a red thread pierced through and tied to Jieyuhua's wrist without warning, connected to the bell.