It's night, and the Chinese light overflows from the suspended city. "Elegance, Wen, Love, and Love" are layered upon layers of pagodas, shaded by colored glass lights, empty silver candles, and jade cases with beaded curtains. The streets completely coincided with the Mirror City on the ground, and were square. Palaces were lined up beside the empty streets, row after row.
Different from the mirrors on the ground, there are only a few disciples of the Temple of Heaven in white sacrificial robes in this suspended city. The whole city looked like an empty shell wrapped in a gorgeous coat.
At this time, two female disciples were wandering around the suspended city. One person is very tall, has light red lips, and has a clear and handsome face, but unfortunately there is a sinister look in his eyebrows. The other person was petite and followed closely behind his companion, his eyes flowing like spring water.
"Tell me, where is Yun Qing at this time?" The petite woman was Zheng Zhenzhen, with a worried look on her face. She was worried about Yun Qing's poor health and what she would do if something unexpected happened when she went to the Temple of Heaven to take risks. At that time, she didn't know how she would cry.
"You've been asking me for three days, are you annoyed?" Another person spoke in a man's voice. Song Liyou's heart was filled with anger. He originally got two female disciples' clothes, one for Yun Qing and one for Zheng Zhenzhen. In this way, Yun Qing would have to sneak into the altar with Zheng Zhenzhen, a dragster, which would greatly increase the risk, and he would have many ways to deal with the unconscious Amang alone. But he didn't expect that Yun Qing would not go on the road he had paved, but would risk entering the altar with Amang. And for three whole days, there was no news at all.
He originally wanted to get another male disciple's clothes, but when he arrived near the Lutian Holy Altar, he discovered that due to the recent fires, the protective power of the altar had been greatly increased, and it was difficult to find another opportunity to do it. . In the past two days, even the Imperial Master had appeared in the Lutian Holy Altar, but he did not dare to act rashly, so he could only put on women's clothes and accompany Zheng Zhenzhen around.
"Yun Qing must be in trouble after not coming to us for so long... What should we do?" Zheng Zhenzhen was still mumbling to herself, looking very worried. She didn't know what she was thinking, and her face became increasingly pale. .
From Song Liyou's point of view, he certainly wished that something would happen to Yun Qing. But so far, no special news has come from the Lutian Holy Altar, and even the previous fire incident has gradually subsided. This just shows that Yun Qing's side is going smoothly and there are no obstacles at all.
"Hey, what do you know? Maybe she has worshiped in the Temple of Heaven and is prospering now." Song Liyou said with resentment while awkwardly adjusting the position of his clothes.
"If something happens to her... I, how should I save her?" Zheng Zhenzhen's eyes were red.
"Who are you going to save?" A voice that sounded young but slightly hoarse came from behind them.
Yun Qing wore a white sacrificial dress, with a crown and a broad belt, autumn water hanging from her waist, and wide sleeves hanging down to cover her hands. She closed her eyes and smiled softly. Standing in this blurry light, she had an otherworldly aura. She raised her hand to draw a line of clear light, a small sound-isolating spell.
"Yun Qing!!" Zheng Zhenzhen rushed over.
"Yeah." She responded, avoiding Zheng Zhenzhen, "Have you had fun these days?"
Zheng Zhenzhen jumped into the air, tugged on Yun Qing's long sleeves and said, "Did you get the sacrificial robes too?"
"Yes." Yun Qing nodded, "I'm afraid something big is going to happen recently. I'm here to let you know."
Zheng Zhenzhen pulled her sleeve and looked at it for a long time, then suddenly said: "Why is your sacrificial robe different from ours?"
"This is what I wear during official sacrifices. Do you mind if I borrow your name to attend the Hundred Flowers Festival?" Yun Qing explained to her. en8.
Zheng Zhenzhen opened his eyes wide: "You, you actually want to sneak in!?"
"Otherwise why would I come to this Mirror City?" Yun Qing said matter-of-factly.
"Humph, I really don't know how high the sky is!" Song Liyou sneered, "The Temple of Heaven has been passed down for thousands of years, how could you sneak in so easily?"
Yun Qing was not angry, and nodded in agreement: "Yes, it is true that you can't sneak in so easily. It's just that it's the critical moment of the Hundred Flowers Festival, and with several fires, some people can see some hidden dangers. Recently, There shouldn’t be any trouble caused by a little guy like me.”
"You mean, after the Hundred Flowers Festival..." Zheng Zhenzhen's hand on her sleeve tightened immediately.
"You have no time to take care of me now. We will settle the accounts together after the Hundred Flowers Festival. The people in the Temple of Heaven are not stupid. Although no one is saying it now, someone must have found out that I am not Zheng Zhenzhen. But... I never thought about it in the first place. Stay here for a long time.”
"Then what should we do?" Zheng Zhenzhen looked worried.
"Are you willing to go with me?" Yun Qing asked, with a smile on his face, but it made people feel cold in his heart for no reason.
"Of course I am willing." Zheng Zhenzhen did not hesitate.
Song Liyou couldn't stand it anymore. Zheng Zhen was really a silly girl. It was her business to be willing to accompany Yun Qing through life and death. He couldn't be tricked by Yun Qing again after he finally regained his life. He said dissatisfiedly: "You didn't even ask me if I was willing or not!"
"Then let me ask you now, are you willing to go with me?" Yun Qing slowly straightened his sleeves that were wrinkled by Zheng Zhenzhen without raising his head.
"No!" Song Liyou didn't hesitate.
"I will naturally arrange your whereabouts when things get settled here. It's better for you to stay with me now." Yun Qing seemed not to have heard what he said.
By the time she straightened her sleeves, Song Liyou was almost pushed to the edge of explosion.
"There are countless people in the world who covet the Divine Palace. You are carrying an astrolabe and are still like this disembodied ghost. Where can you go?" Yun Qing said mercilessly.
Song Liyou said angrily: "It's better to go anywhere than to be held hostage by a monster like you!"
"Monster?!" Zheng Zhenzhen exclaimed, looking Yun Qing up and down.
Yun Qing was amused by what he said: "Hahaha, you are overthinking, I am a real human being!"
"How can there be people in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?" Song Liyou didn't believe it. "Qingchuan Mountain Mansion, the holy land for demon cultivators in the world, has been in charge of the Hundred Thousand Mountains for who knows how long. Even a beast there would be eaten to the bone, let alone you. Such an ordinary person who has never entered the Tao?"
"That's right, I couldn't stay any longer, so I came out. What's the problem?" Yun Qing shook his head, still unable to hold back his laughter.
"Who knows who you are, I only know that following you will definitely lead to bad luck!" Song Liyou said without politeness.
"Immediately, when I finish the matter in Lost Mirror City, I will show you a place to go. You will definitely not regret following me on this trip." Yun Qing said meaningfully.
Song Liyou wanted to refute, but when he saw her expression, he calmed down inexplicably.
Yun Qing stopped chatting with them. She said calmly: "This Hundred Flowers Festival is very important to me. I may use this to break a mental barrier... After that, I will find a way to escape. If it doesn't go well, you can leave it alone." I'll leave."
"I won't!" Zheng Zhenzhen responded quickly, with a sincere look on his face.
"It's just a hypothesis. I think the chance of escape is still very high... Forget it, I have to participate in the altar decoration tonight." Yun Qing waved the sound isolation spell and said goodbye to them.
The thin figure was submerged little by little in the gorgeous lights, lonely and desolate.
Zheng Zhenzhen seemed to want to say something to her, but he didn't dare to come forward. He could only stay in silence with red eyes and gritted teeth.
"Why are you crying again!?" Song Liyou didn't want to stay for a moment longer. It was so embarrassing to follow this guy. "How old are you? Why do you cry every day?"
"I think it's too hard for her to be alone..." Zheng Zhenzhen choked up.
"Let's go, let's hurry!" Song Liyou pushed her, he didn't want to see this guy crying.
"Is there anything else I can do?" Zheng Zhenzhen was half-pushed by him, crying.
"Stop crying, I beg you!" Song Liyou felt like she was taking care of a child.
"Ohhhhh..."
Song Liyou looked irritated, and Xin Yiheng reached out to her, knocking her unconscious.
The sound finally disappeared, and Song Liyou breathed a sigh of relief. Zheng Zhenzhen fell to the ground, and the disciples of Lu Tiantan who were coming and going around looked at them curiously.
Song Liyou didn't dare to make these people suspicious, so he shouted at the top of his voice, "Ah, junior sister! Why did you faint?" Then he picked up Zheng Zhenzhen and ran away.
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The Hundred Flowers Festival was held as scheduled.
This is a grand sacrifice that takes a thousand years as its cycle, is based on several cities, and uses the people of the Mirror Kingdom as its source. For the people of the Mirror Kingdom, this is a major ceremony to comfort the dead and pray for blessings. It is also a manifestation of their belief in the Temple of Heaven. For the Lutian Temple, this is a good opportunity to gather the pure willpower of all people. The power accumulated in the sub-altars for thousands of years will slowly be integrated into the Lutian Holy Altar today. By then, the Lutian Holy Altar will be enhanced to a new level. level.
On this day, with the Lutian Holy Altar as the center, all the altars within three thousand miles around rose from the ground and ascended into the blue sky. With the Hanging City as the center, they slowly rotated according to the positions of the stars in the sky.
The mortals in several surrounding cities fell to their knees after witnessing this spectacle, and their faith in the Temple of Heaven became even stronger.
Yun Qing was wearing extremely complicated sacrificial robes and followed a long group of flower attendants into the altar. The altar was as white as jade, just like the other altars she had seen. The surrounding stone walls were embossed with sacrificial rituals from ancient times to the present. The number was huge, and the details of the paintings were simply beyond human ability. The most important thing is that the altar, which is like a small city, looks like a flawless whole, with no trace of being dismantled at all.
Yun Qing's heart tightened slightly when he stepped into the altar, but nothing showed on his face.
Take one step forward and be overwhelmed by a huge force!
Yun Qing almost fell to his knees under such power. There was an indescribable feeling of squeezing and repulsion coming from all directions, as if this small world was against her. This kind of force made it difficult for her to breathe, and her anger was violent and chaotic. Yun Qing swallowed a mouthful of blood with difficulty and tried to keep up with the team in front as normal as possible. He kept reciting the Kunshan Jade Broken Jue in his heart to relieve the pain of tearing out the bones and biting the heart.
This is the Lutian Holy Altar's rejection of alien Qi.
During the Hundred Flowers Sacrifice, the Lutian Holy Altar will collect all the people's wishes accumulated in all the altars in the world into its own spiritual pool. At this time, the Lutian Holy Altar will be incredibly powerful. At this time, the power of wish is extremely pure, and the power of exclusion is also extremely powerful. It will be an excellent opportunity for promotion for those who practice the Qianyuan Junzi Way and its branches, but for Yun Qing, it is undoubtedly a poison that penetrates the intestines.
And this was just the beginning of the ceremony. By the time it was about to end a few days later, almost all the will power had poured in here. At that time, if a person who practiced alien Qi was in an unstable state of mind and could not suppress the Qi, the only way out was to explode and die.
What Yun Qing wants to do is simple. Use the Lutian Holy Altar to condense your true energy and stabilize your state of mind.
The secret method of the soul will not be found for a while, and even if it is found, I don’t know how long it will take to practice it. Distant water cannot quench the near thirst, so Yun Qing has the idea of walking on the altar of heaven.
The greater the repulsion force of the Lutian Holy Altar, the greater the pressure on the true energy. At this time, she has to spend much less energy to condense the true energy. There must also be steps in the Hundred Flowers Festival to temper the mind and stabilize the soul. The thoughts of mortals in the world are so chaotic. It is definitely not possible to use these messed up wishes directly. During this period, there is a process of tempering and purification. Yun Qing wants to take this opportunity to stabilize his soul.
Of course, the risks of doing this are also very high, one of which is death from explosion. If her mind is scattered by the many wills and cannot suppress the Book of Heaven, she will be in big trouble.
Yun Qing knew the key, but still decided to give it a try.
Thousands of altars began to rotate like stars. As they rotated slowly, streams of light of different colors began to pour into the Lutian Holy Altar.
The sacrificial relief paintings on the stone wall of the altar were vaguely touched by these wishes and began to move slowly. The original simple stroke patterns gradually became richer, and the strokes became clearer and more vivid. The pattern on it also started from a white background with deep marks, and was gradually dyed with bits and pieces of color. As the colors blended into each other, they gradually became perfect.
Yun Qing witnessed these extremely abstract relief paintings becoming more and more real, and finally seemed to perfectly recreate the scenes of human sacrifices thousands of years ago.
Human beings have retained their will on this heavenly altar by virtue of pure willpower, resisting thousands of years, passing it on from generation to generation, and remaining immortal.
This is the way of man.
"The wishes of all the people are spread out in the wings. The majesty of the sky is shining brightly. Hundreds of flowers bloom together to enjoy and worship!"
A clear and calm voice vibrated in everyone's hearts, spreading from the Lutian Holy Altar to every inch of the Mirror Kingdom. All ordinary people who hear this sound will have a kind of enlightenment in their hearts, and their faith in the Temple of Heaven will take root.
Yun Qing's mind was slightly condensed, and the heavenly book was shaking.
On the spiritual pool in the center of the Lutian Holy Altar, where thousands of wishes have gathered, a man in white clothes and white hair sits in the void.