Mu Xue broke free from the lake-like oblivion, and the consciousness of the deceased souls retreated from her skin reluctantly like algae clinging to her body.
The delusion confused her mind, but after she escaped, she realized something. The deceased and the memories of the past, regardless of whether they were good or bad, were all part of her life experience. The sorrows and joys sank into the lake of her heart, and only then did she build up who she is today.
Looking back now, the lake in her heart is clear. The pain and suffering in the past years no longer frightened her. She can now stand calmly by the water, watching those ugly rocks and beautiful gems sink to the bottom of the water. She no longer wants to abandon them or bury them in a panic. She just lets them sink quietly in her heart, forming a colorful world in her heart.
"Humans are so interesting. There are always new things and surprises for me to discover." A light voice came from behind Mu Xue.
Mu Xue turned around and saw a strange man sitting on the nine-story tower behind her.
His skin was pale, there was a big hole in his chest with no heart inside, and he wore a tall white hat. This was not uncommon in a city full of undead, but what was strange was that in such a divine realm with a lack of spiritual power, there were four huge and strange ghost faces floating around him.
Perhaps it is not appropriate to call him a human. Although he has a human appearance, he obviously has an inhuman quality. His eyes, without joy or sorrow, look down from above. An ancient and desolate divine power is like a huge wave, sweeping over the sky and earth. Even a person with a condensed spirit like Mu Xue could not help but feel a sense of humility and want to prostrate himself under such pressure.
Mu Xue gritted her teeth and released her spiritual sense, realizing that all the undead around her had fallen into a state of silence. She was far away from her companions at the moment, and they seemed to be in some kind of predicament. Although they were still alive, they had not moved for a long time.
"My name is Wuchang." The pale man with four ghost masks slowly descended from the top of the tower. He hung in the air and tilted his head to look at Mu Xue. "The human race was created by the Queen Nuwa from mud. We are born with spirits, seven emotions and six desires, and our thoughts are impermanent. After such a long time, there are very few humans who can wake up from my impermanence. How did you do it?"
"Am I the only one awake?" Mu Xue looked at the ghost cautiously and took a step back carefully. "Where are my other companions? What did you do to them?"
"Companions? Ever since the divine road was opened, countless humans have entered the road of death, and have been sleeping in the realm of impermanence and misery until now." Wuchang spread out his pale palms, and a strange velvet flower blossomed in his palms. Thin red threads spread out from under the receptacle, stretching out to all sides of the earth.
"None of your companions are very interesting. They were born in comfort and have never experienced the vicissitudes of life. You can easily manipulate their soft and fragile hearts." He shrank his palm, and the thin red thread suddenly retracted, pulling out a person from the ground. "Only this one is interesting."
Mu Xue's pupils suddenly shrank. If she hadn't controlled herself, she would have taken action on the spot.
The person whose limbs were tied up with red ropes, who was unconscious and suspended horizontally in the air, was none other than her apprentice Cen Qianshan.
"This man is very interesting. He is both firm and soft-hearted. He is at two extremes." Wu Chang looked at the man who was hanging in front of him like a puppet, and a stiff smile appeared on his perfect and dull face.
"I almost got away from him like you did. Fortunately, I discovered his weakness at the last moment."
Cen Qianshan, who was tied up in the air, was put down to the ground. He was in a coma at the moment, with his brows tightly furrowed and his long eyelashes trembling slightly. Transparent drops of water were overflowing from the corners of his eyes, condensing into beads, and rolling down his cheeks drop by drop.
"He's so strong, but there's a corner of him that can't be touched at all. Look, I just touched it and he started crying." Wu Chang pointed to his open chest, eyes wide open, as if he had discovered some new toy, "What about you, do you have a place like this too?"
"Of course I have it too." Mu Xuedi withdrew her gaze from Cen Qianshan's face and looked calmly at the guy named Wuchang, "There is a place in my heart that cannot be touched. If you touch it, I will explode!"
She raised her arms, her short, white fingers were stained with blood. She didn't know when, she had written two rows of strange words in the air. The supernatural runes condensed and did not dissipate. They rose in the air and penetrated into Mu Xue's fair facial skin, leaving a row of red words from her left and right eyes to her neck.
If you look closely, you will find that the words are exactly the same as those written by Cen Qianshan on his left cheek.
The Six Paths Wheel of Magical Art borrows the power of ghosts and gods for one's own use. This method is extremely powerful and difficult to practice. It is from the same lineage as the Infinite Incarnation Wheel of Magical Art, and was the unique skill that she used to save her life in her previous life.
It was not until she was about to pass the tribulation that she secretly kept it at home and passed it on to Xiaoshan.
The spiritual power in the Shinto is thin and suppresses all mortal things, but this set of skills can still exert a certain power by drawing the power of ghosts and gods. However, due to her status, Mu Xue did not dare to use it in front of her senior brothers and sisters and Xiaoshan.
Now the situation is urgent and Xiaoshan is unconscious, so of course he uses it without any hesitation.
The shadow of an ancient statue with a thousand hands and arms, ferocious brows and eyes, and a huge Dharma wheel on its back rose from behind Mu Xue. The statue was as big as a nine-story pagoda, with a powerful Dharma wheel, endless divine light, and countless arms that covered the sky and each holding a magic weapon, it was magnificent.
In comparison, Wuchang's human body seemed very small in front of such a statue, but he didn't care at all. He rose into the air and faced the enemy that was a hundred times more powerful than himself.
"Tsk, I hate fighting the most." He raised one arm expressionlessly, and a thin barrier firmly blocked the magic wheel light shot from the thousand hands and arms, and the two were deadlocked in the air.
"I know you. You have your secrets, and you are better than others. Do you think you can defeat me?" He looked at Mu Xue calmly, "Oh, right. You are forbidden to admit it."
There were four pale ghost faces floating around Wuchang. One of them was smiling sweetly and looked very happy. The second one had furrowed eyebrows and angry eyes, and his ghost face was ferocious. The third one had drooping eyebrows and eyes, and cried miserably. The fourth one had a smile on his face and made a shrill giggle.
The four ghost faces represented the four emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. The devilish sound shook Mu Xue's mind and made her almost unable to suppress the infection. She felt the same pain when she was sad and felt extremely happy when she was happy. The four ghost faces rotated in the air, and her mood switched back and forth between extreme happiness and extreme sorrow, almost going crazy.
Mu Xue tried her best to practice the Xingting mental method to calm her mind, but she still felt upset and had a splitting headache, and she could hardly control the devil.
"Hey," she covered her head with her hands, her eyes bloodshot, and suddenly raised her head and shouted at the enemy in the sky, "You enjoy tormenting people because you are heartless and envious, right?"
Wu Chang looked down from the sky and said in a rigid and calm voice: "Do I envy you?"
The four faces beside him with loud voices and howling ghostly faces all closed their mouths and turned their heads to look down.
The devilish sound stopped, and Mu Xue finally got a breath. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued to speak, "You are not a god at all, and you are not a living creature. You are just a creature created by God."
The man in the air blocked the attack of the Thousand-Armed Demon with one hand, tightly closed his lips, and looked coldly at Mu Xue on the ground. The four ghost faces also lost their expressions, tightly closed their mouths, and looked down in unison.
Mu Xue knew that she might have guessed the right direction. She tried to calm herself down, her mind working rapidly, recalling every detail of the previous illusion.
Zeng Ran, she fell into an illusion set up by Wu Chang, but the method of telepathy is actually two-way. While being controlled by others, one can also learn a little bit about the mentality of the controller through clues in the illusion.
What kind of person is the one who controls the illusion and what kind of mentality does he have
This little clue might be able to help her get out of trouble at the critical moment.
"You actually don't even understand what true sorrow, joy, or happiness are, because you don't have a heart. So you control people's hearts, make them suffer, and push them to the extreme of their emotions, hoping to... get a glimpse of what the seven emotions and six desires of the human world are."
Mu Xue spoke slowly, with one hand behind her back, and made a quiet gesture. Not far away, a small tin man crawled out of Cen Qianshan's arms. The little tin man climbed down Cen Qianshan's body quietly and began to untie the red ropes that bound his limbs.
"How do you know?" Wuchang asked in mid-air.
If something is unintentional, there is no need to worry about it. It is just what it is, simple and pure.
The huge enemy changed its angle and attacked him from all directions, but he just raised one arm without hesitation and easily defused them all.
All his attention was focused on the little human girl in front of him.
"Because you don't look like a human at all. Instead, you look like the puppets I made. Yes, you are just a puppet created by God."
Mu Xue spoke as she slowly moved her feet.
Even if he was created by God, he was the strongest and wisest being in this area and should not be underestimated. But at this moment, in order to attract his attention, Mu Xue could not care less.
"Let me guess. Perhaps you were confined here by the master who created you, unable to leave. You can neither feel happiness nor know what sadness is. The world is only eternal gray, so you trapped all the creatures who entered this place, making them live with you forever in the abyss of despair."
As soon as Mu Xue finished speaking, the shadow of the Thousand-armed Demon God in the sky suddenly launched a fierce attack on Wuchang. Three scorching rays of light shot out from his eyes and mouth and shot at Wuchang. Wuchang crossed his hands in front of his chest to block the strong attack, but his small body was also knocked back to the nine-story tower by the huge thrust.
At the same time, Mu Xue rushed to Cen Qianshan. In the previous battle, she tried many times and found a strange thing. As long as the Thousand-Handed Demon God stayed away from a clear radius of the Nine-Storey Pagoda, Wu Chang would not follow him.
This means that the area in which this powerful enemy can move is very limited. If he is farther away, he may only be able to launch mental attacks.
Mu Xue supported Cen Qianshan with one hand and took out a small yellow talisman with the other hand. She held it in front of her with two fingers and said, "Please bless me, Master."
There were no runes or seals on the small talisman, but there was a small black whale printed on it. The small fish swam out of the talisman with its tail wagging, and its body gradually grew larger.
Wu Chang seemed to realize something. He swooped down from the high tower and tried to stop them. But the phantom of the black fish had already opened its mouth and swallowed Mu Xue and Cen Qianshan into its stomach, disappearing with them.
On the distant Xiaoyao Peak. Su Xingting seemed to have sensed something and suddenly raised his head, "Xiaoxue has to use the talisman so soon?"
On the Soul Crossing Road, in a ruin far away from the tower, a fat big-headed whale appeared. It swung its tail and spit out Mu Xue and Cen Qianshan. Then it disappeared and disintegrated into the world.
On the day when Mu Xue left Xiaoyao Peak to go to the Divine Realm, her master Su Xingting did not stop her. Instead, he sighed, took out three talismans that looked very old, and carefully put them into Mu Xue's pouch.
"This is the talisman left by my ancestor. It contains the innate abilities of an ancient great demon, and can be used even in the divine realm. Xiaoxue, take it with you for self-defense."
Mu Xue looked up at the black tower in the distance. She noticed that Wu Chang had indeed not moved to catch up with her. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he stood up, the corner of his clothes was grabbed by someone who was in a coma, "No, don't leave."
In the illusion, Cen Qianshan saw the person he least wanted to see at this moment. He was in the mud, and the master stepped on the mud with his boots and stood in front of him.
"So you've been lying to me all along. You said you didn't kill your father, but you were framed, and I actually believed you." The master's voice was as gentle as ever. But it was like a red-hot iron needle, piercing his chest little by little and piercing his heart.
"No, I didn't." Cen Qianshan shook his head.
"You didn't kill my father yourself. But you secretly used an emotionally arousing drug. And you placed a sharp weapon at the place where my wife and I had a quarrel." The stepfather with a pierced head leaned over and spat, "You are a despicable, cruel little liar. It's disgusting!"
Master, foster father and everyone else looked at him. Their disgusted expressions made Cen Qianshan feel desperate.
"No, Master." He reached out and grabbed the corner of the red shirt. "In the beginning, I did try my best to be accepted by Master."
"But later, later, Master treated me like that, my heart had already changed, my feelings for Master... were completely sincere, without any distractions."
But the person who had never been willing to hit or scold him pushed his hand away coldly and prepared to leave.
"No, I can't leave." Cen Qianshan grabbed the red dress tightly and said anxiously, "You can beat me, punish me. You can do whatever you want to me, but don't leave me alone."
“Master, do you know how I felt when you sent me away and I rushed back after seeing the thunder tribulation, only to see the things you left for me at home?” His eyes were red as he stared at the chaotic water surface on the ground, his body trembling slightly. “You don’t know how I managed to survive those first few years, in this house where you are no longer here, but your presence is everywhere. I almost couldn’t hold on.”
A soft little hand reached out from nowhere. Through a hundred years of loneliness and pain, through thousands of mountains and rivers that kept them from meeting, it gently touched his head like before.
"Don't cry, my little mountain."