"What if what you thought was real was actually just an extremely long dream?"
The young man Bai Ze hesitated for a moment, then mustered up his courage and said to Yingying, who looked puzzled: "In fact, you are still in the illusion of the Eye of Illusion. Yinglong and I just broke through the illusion, found the Pavilion Master, and woke you up. Pavilion Master, Yingying, we have already decided on a way to surround and kill the Divine Lord Liu Jiannan!"
Yingying sneered: "Wutong, it's useless. Ever since I experienced the tempering of the Zhandao Stone Sword, my fear of Liu Jiannan has disappeared. Now Master Yingying has no weaknesses, so don't even think about using Liu Jiannan to fool me!"
As soon as she said this, the illusions around her disappeared, and only Wutong's voice came, with a bit of shame, anger and helplessness: "It seems that the human demon can't do anything to the master, I admit defeat."
Yingying put her hands on her hips and laughed loudly: "Master followed Sheng to travel around, experienced the ancient times and the primeval world, and met countless great beings. Even the most powerful people died under my books! Master's literary and martial arts are admired by Chaos, outsiders bow their heads, and Gou Sheng fawns on you, not to mention you are just a small human demon... Hey, there is a book here, let me see..."
She was bragging when she suddenly saw a book on the ground. She quickly picked it up and turned to the first page. It said: "Yingying picked up a book. She opened the first page and found that she fell into the book and became a book within a book..."
Yingying's face suddenly changed. She threw the book away and ran away, screaming, "That witch hurt me—"
The book flipped through the pages, and with a whoosh, it wrapped her up and dragged her into the book.
Yingying struggled, and countless Dao flowers flew up, but she was unable to resist at all.
Bang. The book closed and Yingying disappeared.
In the book, Yingying is experiencing a wonderful adventure. There are all kinds of strange stories here, making her feel like she has entered a foreign time and space.
She teams up with the characters in the book, doing her best to solve cases and puzzles, trying to find a way out of here. However, as her teammates die one by one, she falls from one mystery to another, and it seems that the stories in the book are endless.
Let’s put her story aside for now.
On the other side, there is white snow, desolate graves, and a young widow.
Su Yun looked at the young widow in white linen clothes and said with a smile: "Wutong, my Dao heart is so strong that you can't imagine! Even if you are the most powerful demon, you can't shake me in the slightest! Break it for me-"
He shouted loudly, and his spirit emerged. It was a majestic and unparalleled celestial spirit, with mountains and rivers under its feet, stars above its head, eyes like the sun and the moon, and one hand holding up a huge black iron bell.
The black iron bell started to rotate, making clanging sounds.
"when-"
As the loud bells rang, the desolate graves all turned into smoke, and even the young widow in front of the graves disappeared, replaced by a solemn funeral.
A loud voice sounded, reading a eulogy.
"… He was a womanizer. When he grew older, he recognized the enemy as his father. He usurped the throne and called himself the false emperor. The emperor launched an expedition to suppress him, but he fought stubbornly and brought disaster to all living beings. Alas, Emperor Ai died young. He had great ambitions but no moral integrity, so he died."
Su Yun opened his eyes wide and found himself lying in a coffin. The coffin had not been sealed yet and he could still see outside, but he could not move.
He couldn't speak, he just lay there like a cold corpse.
Wutong snuggled up to him, as if she had turned into a cold corpse, but there was a smile on her face, and she looked very happy.
"Su Lang. Follow me into the devil world."
The dead body Wutong suddenly stood up straight, covered the coffin with red clothes, stretched out his hand, and looked expectantly at Su Yun lying in the coffin.
"Hmph!" Su Yun lay straight, unmoved.
However, Wutong forcibly grabbed his hand and pulled up Su Yun, who was also a dead body. He saw the immortals and gods from the Immortal Court who were watching the funeral around him had tall and majestic figures and auras, but they seemed to be frozen there, motionless.
Wutong pulled him out of the coffin and ran barefoot, moving among the guests. Hongshang kept throwing herself on Su Yun's face.
Wutong turned around and smiled, the rolling red gauze occasionally brushed across the girl's face: "Let's become demons together. After becoming demons, there will be no more worries, no more so-called persistence, no so-called protection. Nothing is undying."
Su Yun staggered after her, and found that the girl's face was extremely attractive and her figure was extremely charming. Although he was dead, it was as if he had fallen into a gentle country, into a beautiful and splendid dream, and sank with her.
"After you become a demon, you will be invincible without any birth, aging or death."
She stopped, held Su Yun's face in her hands, closed her eyes, and kissed him deeply with her red lips.
Their lips touched, and Su Yun felt dizzy and felt himself dancing and falling.
When he fell to the lowest level, he felt like he was falling on a pile of soft cotton, and his body bounced up again.
He looked around and saw that the sky and the earth were all scarlet, covered with red clothes.
He looked up and saw the girl in red clothes sitting high up in the sky. The red clothes were like a scarlet waterfall falling from the sky, enveloping the heaven and earth.
"If you don't become a demon, you don't know the demon's freedom. If you don't become a demon, you don't know the joy of giving up."
The girl high in the sky had a look of compassion on her face, like the most holy goddess. She slowly stretched out her flawless white arms from the sky, and reached out her slender fingers towards him.
"Follow me and I will give you everything you want and make you feel warm..."
Su Yun couldn't help but hold her fingers, and the next moment he found himself lying in the girl's arms, curled up.
Wutong held his head, caressing and whispering, like a lover cuddling each other, persuading him to continue to degenerate and give up his adherence to the Tao.
The two people wrapped in red clothes were entangled and fell.
Suddenly, there was a sound of bell, and the red clothes in the sky disappeared, and Su Yun in Wutong's arms also disappeared.
She looked around hurriedly, and saw the giant Su Yun holding a huge black iron bell in his hand, standing between heaven and earth, with mist lingering around his waist, and his body and face were like cast copper, with extraordinary strength.
When the giant walks, the heaven and earth tremble.
"Wutong, how can I bear to give up what I insist on?"
Wutong looked up and saw a huge foot rising up and stepping down towards him.
She hurriedly raised her hands to block the light, but saw big feet stepping down, blocking out all the light. When the light came into her eyes, she found herself in a red dress, phoenix coronet and bridal gown, sitting on the edge of a large bed.
Su Yun wore a big red flower on her chest and was smiling. She was unbuttoning her veil and said with a smile, "The reason why we are human is because we have obsessions, persistence, and ambitions. If we put aside all these, are we still human?"
Wutong was about to speak when he suddenly threw her down on the bed and she struggled hard to resist.
Su Yun pressed forward regardless of everything. Wutong screamed and when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was planting rice in the field while taking care of the child in the small basket on his back.
That was her son with Su Yun.
The scorching sun was as hot as fire, and the heat in the rice fields made people feel restless. My son started crying in the basket again.
Wutong felt extremely tired, but when he looked up, he saw Su Yun walking towards him with his coarse clothes and trouser legs rolled up, carrying a load on his shoulder.
She straightened up and supported herself. Su Yun put down his burden and asked her to come up to eat.
She walked forward, Su Yun wiped the sweat off her face, took her son, and sat under the shade of the tree with a simple smile on his face.
“Wutong, don’t you want to protect all this?”
Su Yun said: "The invasion of Difeng and the Sixth Immortal Realm will take away all of this and turn everything you love and cherish into a skeleton."
Wutong was horrified to see that Su Yun, who was sitting opposite her, and the son in her arms, had all turned into dry bones. A raging fire of war broke out around her, her home was burned down, and majestic immortals and gods were wading through the sea of fire, bringing disaster and slaughter everywhere.
Wutong stood in the sea of fire, and the sea of fire turned into her fluttering red dress. She was trying to jump out of the Taoist illusion that Su Yun had created for her.
The whole world was rapidly covered with red clothes, which turned into red clothes rising into the sky.
When it comes to the illusion of the heart of Tao, Su Yun is just a layman in front of her.
However, the moment she jumped out, she did not come to the real world, nor did she return to Guanghan Mountain.
In front of her was a ruin that had been abandoned for who knows how long. There were weeds all over the ground, old trees and crows everywhere, and it was extremely desolate.
Wutong looked up and saw a broken planet floating in the sky. It was Yuan Shuo. She recognized this planet.
She looked forward and saw the temple where the grave keeper lived. A drunk Taoist priest was sitting in front of the temple gate, sound asleep.
She looked around and saw Su Yun's tomb and then Yingying's tomb.
She moved and saw the tombs of other people: Yu Qingluo, Chai Chuxi, Qiu Shuijing, Di Xin, Song Ming, Lang Yun...
She walked through the cemetery and stopped in front of her own grave.
"It's just an illusion. What other tricks does Su Lang want to play?" Wutong said with a smile.
She wanted to break the illusion immediately, but found that it could not be broken.
Wutong let out a light exclamation. At this moment, she heard a rustling sound coming from Su Yun's tomb. She looked hurriedly, only to see Su Yun coming out of the tomb, with Yingying and an anxious, ragged little giant following on his shoulders.
"This is not an illusion, but my memory."
Wutong heard Su Yun's voice behind her. She turned around hurriedly and saw Su Yun standing beside her. Another Su Yun was exploring the secrets of the tombs in the cemetery with Yingying.
"The ragged giant who is opening up the universe in the Eighth Immortal Realm took me to the future. This is what I saw in the future."
Su Yun walked past her, following the footsteps of himself in his memory. Wutong hesitated for a moment, then followed him.
"Sister, I can't move you with illusions, nor can I persuade you with emotions. I can't shake your heart of Taoism."
Su Yun looked at another self standing among those tombs, looked at the familiar names on the tombstones, and looked at himself at that time being struck and crushed by great sorrow.
This was his most painful memory and also the weakness in his heart.
He had just arrived at Guanghan Mountain, and his weakness was caught by Wutong, which then eroded his Taoism, all because of this memory!
"I can't trap you in the illusion, and I will never be your opponent. I can only impress Senior Sister with what I see and hear."
Su Yun's voice lowered, and he said, "I will give the most embarrassed and weakest side of my heart to Senior Sister."
Wutong was silent, watching the Su Yun in his memory become so weak that he even staggered away after hearing the drunken Taoist's voice and fell into his own tomb.
This was the weakest moment for the powerful Emperor Su Sheng.
Su Yun buried it and did not dare to show it to anyone.
Now, it was displayed to her in all its blood.
A faint sigh came to Su Yun's ears, the world collapsed, and Su Yun's memory of this period was rapidly receding.
"Junior brother, you always manage to move me and disrupt my spiritual mind."
In front of Su Yun, the Guanghan Palace was covered with white snow. Under the osmanthus tree, Su Yun had been standing in front of the Guanghan Palace without knowing when, but he was standing in front of the door but had not entered.
In Guanghan Palace, Wutong was leaning on the throne of Guanghan Fairy, her red dress spread on the ground like rose petals scattered all over the floor.
The woman raised one leg and stepped on the throne. Her red dress could not cover her snow-white skin. She rested one elbow on her leg and put her fist against her forehead, as if to calm the hesitation in her heart.
"You can go back."
Wutong's voice came from Guanghan Palace, whispering: "I will help you with all my strength. From now on, Guanghan will connect the Imperial Court and the Hollow New World."
Su Yun said: "Don't you want to meet?"
Wutong raised his head but didn't look at him: "When you become a demon, we'll talk about it. Now, you already have someone you love, and seeing you will only add to your troubles."
Su Yun bowed, turned around and walked down the mountain.
He looked back and saw that Guanghan Palace and Guanghan Mountain became even more crystal clear and beautiful under the accumulation of ice and snow.
Suddenly, Yingying yawned, woke up, and smiled: "This sleep is so long. Scholar, I have gone through hardships and finally got rid of the demon in my heart and jumped out. Hey, why did we leave? What happened during this period of time?"