After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The woman in white did not respond.

The force that once tried to wring out memories from the sea of ​​flowers weakened, and the petals began to rotate more slowly.

The woman in black did not loosen her grip; the dark red vines wrapped around her fingertips remained taut.

"What Xiaobai says doesn't matter."

The woman in black's voice crashed directly into Zhou Ran's consciousness.

"My master instructed me to stop everyone."

Everyone.

She turned around.

Her eyebrows and eyes were about 70% similar to the woman in white, but her expression was completely different.

One is compassion, the other is vigilance.

The golden pupils faded to a dark red, the same color as the flower vines between her fingers.

"You are the fourth living person to get here."

The woman in black stared at Zhou Ran.

"I planted flowers in the first three."

The "first three" she mentioned

Not counting the two corpses of Yama, the King of Hell, on the surface of the heart.

Those two were stragglers who had broken into the outer perimeter earlier. Only three actually managed to reach the hollow cavity deep within the spine.

"Two from Penglai, and one of Yama's own personal guards."

The woman in black held up three fingers.

"I tied those two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators from Penglai up with flower vines and threw them back outside."

The King of Hell's personal guards were less fortunate; even at the peak of the Golden Core stage, they couldn't withstand the Law of Oblivion and were crippled on the spot.

Her dark red pupils were fixed on Zhou Ran's left gray eye.

"Your gray eyes are more conspicuous than the previous three."

Zhou Ran understood the important point.

The two Nascent Soul stage cultivators from Penglai were "thrown back to the outer perimeter".

The personal guards of Yama, the King of Hell, are "disabled".

Meng Po's order was to "stop" her, not to "kill" her.

The two goalkeepers executed the orders with perfect precision, not a fraction more or less.

Zhou Ran lowered his eyes and stared at the grayish-white blood vessel walls at his feet.

"How long have you been here?"

The woman in white answered.

"Four hundred and seventeen years."

Four hundred and seventeen years.

More than four hundred years ago, Meng Po sent her two disciples into the Heavenly Corpse, instructing them to guard the path leading to the heart.

For over four hundred years, the two of them stayed in this place soaked in the laws of the void, using the other shore flowers to spread out the forbidden zone, enduring the erosion of the laws day after day.

I haven't seen my master for over four hundred years.

For over four hundred years, they were unaware that the world outside had changed.

"Your master's essence has been exhausted."

Zhou Ran said.

The golden light in the sea of ​​flowers dimmed for a moment.

In the white-clad woman's golden pupils, several ripples, like water, appeared.

The vines in the black-clad woman's hand suddenly tightened, and the dark red flower bud on her fingertip burst open, releasing a strong aura of the Law of Oblivion.

A crack was blasted into the light membrane on Zhou Ran's chest.

"You're lying."

The woman in black raised her voice, changing from a flat, hard tone to a low growl.

"On the frozen surface of the River of Oblivion, she condensed her last bit of essence into this Soul-Soothing Pearl."

Zhou Ran took the amber-colored bead out of his pocket.

"For me to use in a critical moment."

She said, "There will always be someone in my life who deserves to use this bead."

Both women's eyes were fixed on the bead.

The Soul-Soothing Pearl has a warm luster and emits a very faint aura, the unique scent of the River of Oblivion.

That was the aura of "forgetting" itself, soaked in the memories of countless lost souls for millions of years.

The woman in white's lips trembled slightly.

In the woman's dark red eyes, ruthlessness and sorrow swirled back and forth.

The flowering vines have loosened.

It's tight again.

Zhou Ran put the Soul-Soothing Pearl back in his pocket.

"I won't fight you."

His tone was flat and without any inflection.

"Winning brings no benefit, while losing wastes time."

"I only have one question."

His left gray eye stared directly at the woman in white.

"Meng Po told you to 'stop everyone'."

But at the same time, she gave me the broken porcelain, the Soul-Soothing Pearl, and all the details she knew, and even asked Penglai Pavilion to pass on your information to me.

"A person wouldn't pull the latch on while handing the key out."

Unless what she really wanted to stop were those following behind the person who took the key.

The sea of ​​flowers has fallen silent.

That corrosive force, which seemed to wring out one's memories, felt like being choked.

The woman in white closed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the murderous intent in his golden pupils had completely faded.

exhausted.

Four hundred and seventeen years of weariness are all piled up inside.

"The sentence on the broken porcelain."

The woman in white slowed down her telepathic communication.

"Those who have passed through the sea of ​​flowers must not turn back."

These were indeed words left by the master for passersby, not directed at those who barged in.

She raised her right hand, palm down.

In the sea of ​​flowers, the spider lilies facing the depths of the spinal canal began to recede.

It was as if an unseen hand parted the flowerbed, making way for a path about five feet wide.

The woman in black suddenly turned her head and glared at the woman in white.

"noob!"

"Little Black".

The woman in white spoke very softly.

"Master's order was to stop everyone."

But our master also taught us.

If someone brings a piece of broken porcelain and reads aloud what's written on it, let them pass.

The woman in black's expression changed several times, and the flower vines twisted into a knot between her fingers.

"You never told me this."

"My master gave me this instruction privately."

The woman in white looked at the man in black.

"She knows your temper and is afraid that you will take action before anyone can speak."

The woman in black twitched her lips.

Zhou Ran didn't rush to step onto the flower-lined path.

What does it mean to say, "Once you've crossed the sea of ​​flowers, you can't turn back"?

The woman in white pointed to the end of the path.

At the other end of the sea of ​​flowers, the gray-white spine-like passage continued to penetrate deeper, where the light was several layers dimmer than before.

"The sea of ​​flowers is the culmination of four hundred years of hard work by Xiao Hei and me."

Each flower requires our own life force to nourish it.

After you walk through the sea of ​​flowers, we will gather them up and block the path.

"From that moment on, you had no way out."

"We can only move forward."

Zhou Ran looked back.

Li Zhiyao stood by the light membrane, a thin layer of frost clinging to her silver hairpin.

Fatty Wang crossed his arms, his face displaying only one expression.

Whatever you say, we'll do it.

Xiao Rou knelt on the ground, her forehead pressed against the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, waiting silently.

Bai Xuan extended a mycelium from his collar and drew a character on Zhou Ran's collarbone.

"Walk."

Zhou Ran turned his face back to look at the woman in white.

"What will you do after the flower fields are closed?"

The woman in white smiled.

It was laughter from someone who had been at the bottom of the pit for too long, finally hearing someone ask an extra question.

"We'll retreat to the outer edge of the heart and then stop the people behind us."

The people behind.

Yama, the King of Hell?

Rebels?

Could it be that the procession that surrounded Penglai Pavilion came from the outside?

Are there any other people who want to take this path?

Two gatekeepers.

Meng Po nailed her two disciples to this single-plank bridge, turning it into a valve that only allows entry and not exit.

Let Zhou Ran in to block all the pursuers.

Zhou Ran stepped onto the flower-lined path.

Petals brushed against his shoulders from both sides, and the aura of Buddha's light and the law of oblivion swept across the light membrane at the same time, causing a layer of fine golden-red ripples to spread across the surface of the membrane.

Five people walked through a sea of ​​flowers, their feet resting on the blood vessel walls of a celestial corpse.

Above, slowly rotating spider lilies bloom, and golden Buddhist light casts interlaced shadows from all directions.

As Zhou Ran walked to the middle of the flower-lined path, he heard the voice of the woman in black.

It is not a transmission of sound from the sea of ​​consciousness.

It was shouted out, and it carried from afar.

"Feed".