What is the prophecy
The prophecy is that the final situation will end step by step towards a dead end.
After Huai Mingzi and Xie Shiyi were both injured, Yan Qing chased them to the main hall and crushed their souls with soul threads.
Huai Mingzi was arrogant when he was alive, and filled with hatred when he died. Unfortunately, he died at the cost of his body exploding, leaving behind the Scorching Fiery Mysterious Yin Formation, and dragged Yan Qing to death together with him.
When the fire in Shifang City Lord's Palace started, Yan Qing was trapped inside and finally got out.
The palace walls collapsed, the beams fell, everything turned to ashes, and he stood in the center of the palace.
In the chaos, the only thing ringing in Yan Qing's ears was the old and hoarse voice of the demon god.
"You can get out alive."
Her voice was hoarse and charming, and she said seductively, "Yan Qing, you have been using your cultivation to suppress the nightmare in your sea of consciousness. Are you tired?"
The demon god smiled strangely and said faintly: "I really understand why the world is so ignorant. They all say that they are cursed by me. It is obviously the greatest gift I have given you."
"You wake it up."
"Yan Qing, as long as you wake up the Nightmare, your cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and you will be able to survive. You are already very talented, and the existence of the Nightmare will only make you even more powerful!"
Yan Qing stood in the blazing fire, with black hair and red clothes, and the long line winding to his ankles. He turned around and looked in the direction of the Red Lotus Pavilion, but what he was thinking was: Xie Shiyi was injured and unconscious, and he was locked in there, so he should have just woken up now...
Will you be angry or surprised
Yan Qing nodded in silence.
In fact, he had no intention of involving Xie Shiyi in the fight between him and Huai Mingzi from the beginning.
He was entangled by the devil and planted with nightmares, and in the end he would die, sooner or later.
Seeing that he didn't respond, the demon god continued to coax him, "Yan Qing, do you want to see him?"
Yan Qing finally spoke, and said calmly, "Shut up."
The demon god was completely furious, his pure green eyes were like the vertical pupils of a snake, revealing a strong sinister look: "Yan Qing, you have already cultivated to the stage of transformation of the spirit, you can coexist with the nightmare, what are you afraid of? Release it! Release the nightmare, you can break through the peak of transformation of the spirit, you can become a false god, and you can walk out of the sea of fire alive!"
She demanded sharply.
—"Yan Qing, what are you afraid of?!"
"I'm not afraid of anything." Yan Qing answered her softly. His fingers were slender and sickly white, and they looked eerie against his crimson clothes.
The soul thread circled back around his fingers, and he said calmly: "Just that, although I can't stop you from placing a parasite in my sea of consciousness, I can keep it dead."
Yan Qing lowered his head, the dark red in his eyes slowly faded, and then he slowly said in the hall: "You have said so many similar things in the past hundred years, do you think I listened to any of them?"
The demon remained silent.
Yan Qing asked curiously: "If I die, you will die and shut up."
The crazy woman suddenly screamed, in disbelief and anger: "You want to get rid of me?"
She was extremely angry and every word she spoke was filled with hatred, as if it came from a curse on her soul.
"Yan Qing, you got rid of me!"
"Everyone has a nightmare in their heart, just like a shadow, which can never be escaped! We will meet again!"
The water in the cold pool of Yuqing Peak began to lose its temperature gradually, becoming colder and colder. Yan Qing felt as if he was in a land of ice and snow, but his memories were raging like a raging fire. In the alternation of cold and heat, his five senses were confused, and he could not help but tremble.
The golden elixir in the Dantian had begun to slowly melt, and the shape of a Nascent Soul was vaguely revealed. The spiritual power was lingering around the Nascent Soul. Xie Shiyi said that when the Nascent Soul was formed again, it would be painful to break the "self". As expected, the pain made him tremble all over.
The soul seemed to be tightly strangled by a thread and then fiercely torn apart.
Unraveling the mystery, I feel like my heart is burning.
But for Yan Qing, the physical pain was secondary. The most unbearable thing was that the baby would force him to recall all the sweetness, loss, and regrets when he died in the fire in Shifang City.
Who can face death calmly
He was very angry, and when he was very angry, he died.
He was very disappointed that he couldn't go to the upper floor to take a look.
He felt very sorry.
It was a pity that we separated again, and I didn’t even say goodbye to Xie Shiyi.
His time in Shifang City was full of strangeness and coldness, people with their own ulterior motives, flashing anxious eyes, bloody corpses, and white bones. The only gentle old dream seemed to be the days when he stayed with Xie Shiyi in the world. On the day he returned to Dengxian Pavilion from the gambling house, the clouds were burning and the sunset was so strong that it seemed to burn.
Thanks for knowing the clothes.
Thanks for knowing the clothes.
Yan Qing's hands were shaking in the water, and when he opened his eyes, dark red blood began to spread from his pupils to the entire white of his eyes. He was extremely nervous, his fingers were bent and twitching in the water, gathering the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and absorbing it into his body without restraint - he wished he could use his own strength to relieve this pain!
In an extremely confused state of mind, Yan Qing heard Xie Shiyi's slightly stunned and somewhat out-of-control voice.
"Yan Qing."
The next second, a blanket of coldness swept across the ground, and the plum blossoms in the forest fell. Yan Qing only felt a touch of cold air approaching in an instant, and then someone held his trembling hand in the water. The moment their fingers intertwined, the vast spiritual power of the Spiritual Transformation Stage was continuously injected into his body.
The dry veins were like a long drought that finally brought about a downpour, relieving the burning pain.
"Yan Qing, you have to think about it."
Xie Shiyi whispered in his ear. He followed him into the cold pool, their black hair intertwined. Yan Qing raised his head, the blood in his pupils slowly dissipated. Through the misty plum blossoms, he looked at Xie Shiyi's face in front of him. The familiar face and eyes made him suddenly distinguish between dreams and reality.
Xie Shiyi's voice was exceptionally gentle, as if to comfort her, and she said quietly: "Yan Qing, you have to think about it."
"It's all fake. Don't think about it. It's all in the past."
Yan Qing's thoughts were also gradually soothed by his calm voice. She stared at him blankly, her mind aching unbearably, but she was thinking: Is that true
He wanted to reach out and touch the person in front of him, but the moment he raised his hand, he found that he and Xie Shiyi's hands were tightly clasped.
The chaotic and intertwined red lines wetly flowed along the wrists of the two people, dragged into the pool, and floated away with the plum blossoms. Just like the relationship between them, it was intricate and complicated. There were gratitude and hatred, enemies and friends, love and hate.
In those years of youth when I was struggling in the world and was unknown, I was wary of trusting others. After all, the other party was an evil ghost who would kill me and replace me as soon as he was ready, and I had no choice but to talk to a close friend who had gone through countless life and death experiences with me.
Who can tell
Both separations were too hasty, just as hasty as our first meeting.
Come and say goodbye. Also come and think everything through.
Yan Qing suddenly cried softly, maybe because it was too painful or because the fog was too heavy, his eyes were actually a little hazy. Looking at Xie Shiyi's face, it was also like a tower lost in the fog and the moon shining on the maze.
"Everything is over." He said softly: "Xie Shiyi, what is over?"
Xie Shiyi was slightly stunned. His snow-white robe was soaked in ice and snow, and his usually aloof expression seemed to show a slight crack for a moment.
Yan Qing looked at him and said calmly: "Actually, I don't know how I was reborn."
"When I woke up, it was already a hundred years later, kneeling in the ancestral hall of the Huichun Sect."
Yan Qing paused, and then said: "It was me who proposed the token and the marriage, but I still stayed."
"Xie Shiyi, you know, I'm from another world."
When he traveled through time in his previous life, although he lost all his memories and only retained the mind and temper of a seven-year-old, many scenes of the modern world would sometimes inexplicably appear. Yan Qing knew clearly that he did not belong to that world. Fortunately, when Xie Shiyi was a child, he was eccentric and sharp, and was particularly hated. He would quarrel with him whenever he met him, which directly made Yan Qing's fear and loneliness of being in a different world disappear.
Yan Qing continued, "Shifang City was destroyed in the fire, and Huai Mingzi also died."
"I no longer have anyone to hate, and no longer have anyone I want to kill."
"Well, I also recovered a bizarre memory." About the book "Love Nightmare", if I tell you, you will definitely believe it.
Yan Qing curled his pale lips and said casually: "Xie Shiyi, the questions you asked me actually have very simple answers."
"I left the Rejuvenation Sect because I wanted to see you. It seems like you are the only person I know in this world now."
"Pretend to be crazy and stupid, so that you can clearly know who is friend or foe between us; pretend casually, so that you can deceive yourself even if you feel the opposite."
"Is that question important? Of course it is important."
Yan Qing couldn't help but laugh after he finished speaking. His Nascent Soul had just been reshaped, and he felt pain from his brain to his limbs. Perhaps because of this, he could speak so much in front of Xie Shiyi.
They seemed to be the most defensive, yet they were the most defensive. Only when they were conscious and half asleep and half awake, did they dare to reveal a trace of truth.
Xie Shiyi hadn't said anything the whole time, just listening blankly, like a jade sculpture without fireworks. His eyes, which were always as cold as glass, now seemed to have not come back to their senses, and his gaze was confused and quiet.
Yan Qing continued, mockingly: "Xie Shiyi, how can you be so important? You don't even dare to say that we are friends, you can only say that we are old friends. We have such a relationship, why are you helping me?"
The sound of plum blossoms floating into the pond is subtle.
Yuqing Peak has snow all year round. The big snowflakes are crystal clear and cold, with their edges and corners reflecting the cold light of the earth. The small snowflakes are like stars and cotton wool, falling all over the black hair.
The golden elixir in Yan Qing's Dantian finally completely disintegrated and merged, forming a baby with its eyes tightly closed. Spiritual energy was overflowing, and the light was shining brightly. The moment the baby was formed, the pain returned, rapid and intense.
His face turned pale, he groaned, and fell forward.
Xie Shiyi reached out to help almost instantly.
Yan Qing rested his chin on his shoulder, sweet blood flowing from his throat, and thought in a daze: He had never been so embarrassed when he broke through the transformation of the spirit in his previous life. He muttered: "It's your fault for being so cautious. It's really painful to create a new baby fruit."
Yan Qing's eyelashes trembled, and her vision felt dim. She said these few words in a depressed mood and was about to fall asleep.
After Xie Shiyi used his spiritual power to explore every vein for him, he suddenly spoke, his tone as cold as the snow falling from the sky. His emotions were not clear, but his words were clear: "Yan Qing, you asked me why I helped you? Because I missed you before I left."
Yan Qing was stunned, and subconsciously grabbed Xie Shiyi's robe with his fingers.
Xie Shiyi had forced Yan Qing to speak by asking questions, but he did not expect that as time passed, he would be patient and bring up the old matter again.
He murmured as if mocking someone, lowered his head to heal Yan Qing's wounds, and said, "This time, I agreed to the marriage and took you back to Yuqing Peak. The nine sects in the upper reaches regard you as a thorn in their side. You haven't recovered your cultivation, so you can't move an inch. You can only stay by my side. If you leave, I will always give you a reason."
After hearing what was said, Yan Qing was stunned for a long time, and finally he thought about it. After thinking about it, he really thought about it, and leaned on Xie Shiyi's shoulder and muttered for a while.
In fact, this answer best fits Xie Shiyi's son. Xie Shiyi is now the master of Xiaoyu Palace. On the surface, he looks pure and innocent, but his mind is dangerous, cold and unpredictable. This can be seen from the understated words he said when they met again and the attitude of Jing Ruyu and others towards him later.
However, it might have been a calculated thought at the beginning, but after getting along with each other later, he was sure that this thought only accounted for a small part.
Yan Qing had had enough and said, "Oh, so for a good reason. You accompany me in my cultivation day and night, condescending to come to Qingle City, and now you come to the cold pool to help me with my Nascent Soul?"
Xie Shiyi: “…”
Yan Qing said: "Yaoyao, do you have a strong desire for knowledge and curiosity?"
Xie Shiyi glanced at him without saying anything, and silently helped him straighten out the chaotic spiritual energy in his dantian.
Yan Qing was still unwilling to give up, and complained: "Your wife has been awkward since you were little. Is it difficult to admit that you still have feelings for me?"
Xie Shiyi's hands hidden in his snow-white sleeves trembled, then slowly tightened, lowered his eyes, and said casually: "Old love is unforgettable, what old love do I have?"
Yan Qing was stung by an insect for no apparent reason. He blinked quickly and said, "What old feelings? Xie Shiyi, actually I missed you quite a lot when I was in Shifang City."
"Maybe you hated me in your previous life and wished that I would die. But I..." Yan Qing hesitated for a moment and then said in a nonchalant tone.
Now that I have been reborn, I should say clearly what I didn't say until I died in my previous life.
"But I really treated you as a very good friend at that time. You are the only person I know and trust in Jiuchong."
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyelashes, the vines of desire in his heart were hidden by the ashes, frost and snow. He had a blank expression and said nothing.
Yan Qing felt a little embarrassed after saying this. He and Xie Shiyi had always quarreled and argued with each other. It was rare for him to express his feelings, but Xie Shiyi showed a cold and warm expression? To be honest, Yan Qing felt a little frustrated and bit Xie Shiyi's shoulder angrily to vent his anger.
Xie Shiyi held his head and frowned visibly: "Are you born in the year of the dog?"
Yan Qing was annoyed: "What kind of zodiac am I, do you know?"
Xie Shiyi curled his lips in sarcasm, and subconsciously wanted to say something, but when he saw Yan Qing's pale face after forming a baby, he looked away silently. Without saying a word, he carried him out of the pool.
The moment he stepped forward, the dampness dissipated, and the snow-white clothes and black hair were stained with dust. Yan Qing's wet hair also dried, smooth and comfortable against his face, and the warmth flowed through his limbs and bones. Even the wind in the snowy plum forest seemed to become long and gentle.
He was very tired now, and the warm wind made him very sleepy. He said, "Having said that, although forming a baby is indeed painful, it is not as difficult as you make it out to be. I'm already in the Spiritual Transformation Stage, so how can I fail to form a baby?"
Xie Shiyi said nothing, but looked at the plum blossoms and falling snow in front of him.
It is difficult for birds to fly over Yuqing Peak. There are divine senses and murderous intentions everywhere. Anyone who trespasses here will die without a complete body. The blood and murderous intentions are all under the white snow, just like his past, which is covered by snow without a trace. After putting Yan Qing back on the bed in the wing room and setting up the formation, Xie Shiyi turned around and walked towards the main hall.
In the corridor, a plum blossom fell in front of him and shattered lightly between his fingers.
"... Failed to form a baby?" The tone was light, with a hint of sarcasm.
Xie Shiyi is a proud son of the emperor no matter he is alive or in heaven.
From Nascent Soul to Mahayana, from Mahayana to Void, from Void to Spiritualization, everything went smoothly without any obstacles. In the eyes of others, every step in between was an insurmountable chasm that trapped many people for thousands of years. But for him, it seemed like just opening his eyes and closing them.
People in the world have many praises for him.
It is said that he stands at the far end of the Qingyun Ranking, and as a genius, he will always have the worries of ordinary people.
so.
No one knew that during the hundred years of seclusion, he failed hundreds of times from the Golden Core to the Nascent Soul stage.
The most difficult step in forming a baby is always the last one. If you break your ego, you will be forced to recall some things.
The first memories were disorganized. I would remember whatever I thought of when I closed my eyes.
He thought of using the umbrella made of bamboo from the back mountain.
I thought of the peach blossom road in the spring with continuous rain.
I also thought about the messy stories Yan Qing told when he was trapped in the Yujue Prison.
"Once upon a time there was a snail girl who met a frozen snake while walking on the road. The snake then asked, did you drop a golden axe or a silver axe?"
"… idiot."
But no matter what memories he had, the scene would always return to that night in Shifang City. After Huai Mingzi was seriously injured by him, he fled into the main hall.
He was also injured.
Yan Qing bent over and helped him up. After checking his body in a panic, he was shocked: "Xie Shiyi, what happened to your Dantian?"
His Dantian had long been shattered.
Yan Qing thought it was Huai Mingzi who did it. At that moment, he seemed to be really angry to the point of losing his mind. The hatred in his eyes was deep and crazy: "I will kill him!"
Xie Shiyi was too weak to speak.
In fact, after he entered Shifang City, he could often feel that his heart of Taoism was stable.
His ruthless path seemed to be broken. The ruthless path was broken, which meant that his cultivation was gone and his Dantian collapsed.
The pain of destruction was fine and cold, like a sharp and thin knife ready to cut into every part of the bone.
Xie Shiyi was not the kind of person who only knew how to practice and was dull and slow. On the contrary, he could calmly and clearly analyze every stage of his own ruthless destruction.
Although there was no point in doing it, he was also confused when he destroyed the path and rebuilt it. It seemed that apart from doing it, there was no other way to consume the emptiness waiting for his spiritual power to dissipate.
When did the ruthless way fall apart
It might have been destroyed when the Soul Book predicted that Yan Qing would die, and he abandoned the Immortal Alliance and entered the Demon Realm alone.
It might have been ruined when he walked out of the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons stepping on the bones and Yan Qing leaned over to him ambiguously and picked up a strand of his hair.
Perhaps, everything had a foreshadowing from the beginning. When he was separated at the Land of the Falling Gods and walked through the 9,900 steps in a daze, he wrote the ending.
"I'll take you back to the Red Lotus Pavilion first, and then I'll go kill Huai Mingzi." Yan Qing said.
He supported him back to the Red Lotus Pavilion, the white bones and dark fire burning all the way. The lights were just coming on, and the red lotus made the pavilions and waterside pavilions glow brightly.
Yan Qing said: "You wait here now."
He took him back to the house.
When forming a baby, Xie Shiyi looked at himself from a God's perspective. Seeing his pale face, he knew that he was injured and didn't know why, blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and there was a kind of crazy red in his eyes.
Yan Qing cast a spell on him while he was weak, forcing him to fall asleep. He smiled and said lightly, "Take a nap first, Xie Shiyi. Everything will be over when you wake up."
The price of sinking into darkness is that when you open your eyes the next day, you will never want to recall the past again.
During the one hundred years of seclusion, every time he tried to form a fetus, he would fail whenever he recalled the moment he closed his eyes in the Red Lotus Pavilion.
The cultivation backfired, and the golden elixir collapsed. All the previous efforts were wasted.
Once, twice, four times, dozens of times, hundreds of times.
He broke free from the nightmare and truly broke through his true self for the last time. He also forgot how he did it. He didn't fall asleep, and in the illusion that he knew it was a dream or a lie, he struggled to open his eyes.
The ruthless way was destroyed, and the spiritual power collapsed. The blood in his eyes was like solidified tears.
He reached out and held Yan Qing's wrist, and spoke softly in a hoarse voice, as if begging and trying to keep her.
"Yan Qing, stay here. You don't have to go anywhere."