The second time she stepped into the forbidden spell formation, Wen Yun's consciousness was pulled by the disordered space-time turbulence and was about to be shattered. It was not until the laws of space and time enveloped her that she slowly regained her composure.
She raised her hand and touched the ring on her thumb, which had just blocked the attack from Lord Xuanxian for her.
This ring was thrown to Wen Yun by Shen Xinghai during the chaos. He was very close to Wen Yun at that time, and the ring was inconspicuous. In the chaos, no one noticed it except her.
Wen Yun had guessed a long time ago that Shen Xinghai's ring was unusual, and thought there must be another story behind it. She had never thought of seizing this opportunity from Shen Xinghai, but she didn't expect that he would throw it to her without hesitation.
Wen Yun was holding the ring in his hand at this moment, and thinking back to the lecture he had just received from Master Xuanxian, he began to guess about the origin of the ring.
"Thank you for your help just now..."
However, the ring did not shine at all and remained plain and ordinary, not to mention an old man with a white beard coming out of it.
Wen Yun lowered his eyes and continued: "...Yang Xuan Immortal Venerable."
"Ah—" A long sigh came from the ring, and the ring spirit whose identity was exposed smiled bitterly and said, "When I was still in Shen Xinghai's hands, I felt that you were smart and scary. This time, after I took off my hands in front of you, I knew that I couldn't hide it from you. Yes, Yang Xuan Immortal Venerable is indeed the title given to me by the world when I was still alive."
It was indeed the Immortal Venerable Yang Xuan, the legendary mighty one of the Dong Dong Xuan Sect who had secluded himself in seclusion to break through to the realm of Tao.
After verifying his guess, Wen Yun thanked him again and fell silent again. He had no intention of asking why Immortal Yang Xuan was trapped in the ring.
This reaction fell into the eyes of Immortal Yang Xuan, and he was confused.
When Shen Xinghai first picked up the ring, he was so excited that he recited a poem to the sky and regarded it as a treasure.
In comparison, Wen Yun's attitude was too cold. He did not kneel down and cry to beg for help in saving Ye Shubai, nor did he get ecstatic and ask for the secret of cultivation on the spot.
Immortal Yang Xuan was surprised: "Little girl, aren't you curious about why I am in this ring? Aren't you curious about why I am willing to help you resist Shang Xuan?"
Wen Yun slowly rolled his eyes and murmured in an inaudible voice, "This is not a storybook, and I am not the protagonist."
Immortal Yang Xuan himself was trapped in the ring and couldn't get out, so how could he help her defeat Shang Xuan
Life is real and cruel. It will never be like the young man in the storybook who, when down and out, shouts to the sky, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't look down on the young and poor" and then picks up a ring, and then begins to change his life and embarks on the road to invincibility.
Wen Yun has always been more awake than anyone else and she never has sweet dreams.
Instead of fantasizing about changing your fate with a ring, it is better to find the right time and space node as soon as possible.
Wen Yun raised his head and looked at the strange scene before him.
At this moment, she seemed to be in an endless tunnel. Images kept flashing around her. Various scenes and sounds appeared and flew by noisily. Often, before she could see the current scene clearly, the next scene flashed by.
This is the turbulence of time and space.
There are countless time and space nodes here, belonging to the entire life journey of countless people.
Wen Yun needs to find her own journey and return to the past. Once she makes the wrong choice and enters a time node that has nothing to do with her past, she will be like a bug that has flown to the wrong place and will be cruelly crushed to death by the laws of time and space.
But there were too many of them. These scenes belonging to others were as bright as stars, constantly passing before her eyes, like dense raindrops. Only by immersing herself in them wholeheartedly could she grasp them.
At first, Wen Yun walked very slowly, carefully searching for those things that belonged to him in these fragments of time and space.
Later on, her pace began to quicken little by little, and she could almost tell at a glance whether the fragments around her were what she needed.
The passage of time could not be felt in the turbulence of time and space. Wen Yun did not know how long she had been searching. However, whenever she felt too tired and wanted to give up, the figure of Ye Shubai falling down would appear in front of her eyes, like a nightmare. She woke up with a start and continued to run forward.
They searched like this for a long time. At first, Immortal Venerable Yang Xuan remained silent. Later, perhaps because he was trapped in the turbulence of time and space day after day, there were only him and Wen Yun in this space. Out of boredom, he began to take the initiative to tell Wen Yun about the past.
"Since you know my identity, you naturally also know about my seclusion ten thousand years ago. At that time, I did want to break through to the Dao realm, but I did not die because of failure. Instead, I was ambushed by Shangxuan and the law of life and death was taken away. I hid in the ring and became a ring spirit."
Through the narration of Immortal Yang Xuan, Wen Yun finally got a glimpse of the past ten thousand years ago.
Ten thousand years ago, the Dongxuan sect had a great man in the realm of Tao who was in charge of the order of the universe and was revered as the Way of Heaven.
When Tiandao fell, he passed on the method of achieving the Great Dao to his disciple Yangxuan Xianzun, who had comprehended the laws of life and death, in the hope that he would become the next Tiandao and rule over all realms.
"However, just when I wanted to retreat and break through the Dao realm, my fellow disciple Shang Xuan, who rose from obscurity, took advantage of my retreat and murdered me, taking away my law of life and death, and wanted to become the next master of the Heavenly Dao."
"I went around in circles, drifting through these long years for ten thousand years, and finally, somehow, I ended up in the hands of that kid Shen Xinghai."
Ten thousand years have passed, and a sigh can be heard in the voice of Immortal Yang Xuan, but there is no longer much anger in it.
Things have become a foregone conclusion. He can only be trapped in this ring and cannot escape. Telling the past at this moment seems like he is just casually recounting the past.
Wen Yun continued to focus on the images flashing around him without responding.
Immortal Yang Xuan changed the subject.
"Little girl, your talent is the best I have ever seen in my life. You have mastered the laws of time and space. If I tell you the way to break through, I think it will be possible for you to achieve the Tao realm in the future..."
Wen Yun glanced at the ring and said calmly: "Senior, you don't have to beat around the bush to put forward conditions to me. Even if you don't tell me, I will kill Shang Xuan, not to avenge you, but to avenge myself."
Immortal Yang Xuan was about to say "I'll tell you as long as you kill Shang Xuan for me", but he was choked and could only let out a helpless sigh.
Originally, I wanted to keep it a secret and put forward some conditions, but I never expected Wen Yun to be so cold and hard, and not to be persuaded!
It was unknown how long it had been, but even the Immortal Venerable Yang Xuan, who had been wandering for ten thousand years, could no longer bear the endless loneliness, and vaguely revealed to Wen Yun a method to achieve the Dao realm.
"The Way of Heaven is actually also in a cycle. When the order of heaven and earth is restored and the people of all worlds believe in it, they will naturally achieve the state of Tao. And when all worlds begin to question the injustice of the Way of Heaven, the Way of Heaven will fall."
"According to Shangxuan's plan, if he really relies on the law of life and death to bring all the worlds under his rule one day, after tens of millions of years, I think all the worlds will be like the 'perfect world' he created, worshipped as the absolute truth, and it can indeed become the new way of heaven."
"I can no longer clear the clouds and see the sky, but if you are willing to be my successor, I can help you achieve the great way!"
Just after Immortal Yang Xuan finished speaking, Wen Yun, who had been searching endlessly, finally stopped.
Immortal Yang Xuan thought he had finally convinced Wen Yun, and just as he was about to speak, Wen Yun put his finger on his lips.
"Hush."
Wen Yun picked up a piece of time and space fragment, which emitted a very familiar aura. Even though she had been here for such a long time, she could still vaguely remember that the owner of this fragment was someone very close to her.
The moment the fragment was obtained, a scene came into Wen Yun's eyes.
This was a dilapidated old house, overgrown with weeds, and even the dog tied at the door was skinny.
At the gate of such a shabby house, there stood a team of servants, and the steward standing in the front was wearing a brocade robe and a beautiful jade belt. He said in a domineering voice: "Your Shen family has fallen into decline, and it has long been incompatible with my Ming family. Moreover, our eldest daughter has been accepted by a master, while your son Shen can't even pass the provincial examination. We are no longer the same, it's better to cancel this engagement!"
Standing opposite the steward was an old man with a hunched back, wiping away tears as he argued: "But this is the marriage arranged by our old master before he died, and the young master..."
"Your young master is just a mere mortal, how can he cling to the future fairy? Here is the token, this is the hundred taels of silver our young lady gave you, take it!"
The Ming family's servants threw a box at the old servant's feet, and several ingots of shining silver rolled out. They turned around and rode away proudly on their horses, not wanting to stay any longer.
The old servant did not go to sell the silver, but desperately chased after him: "You can't leave, you can't leave! How can I explain to the old master how your Ming family behaved?"
At this moment, a voice came from the old house: "Uncle Wang, let them go!"
A half-grown, skinny boy was leaning against the door, his face was pale and he looked as if he was seriously ill, but his eyes were shockingly bright.
stared at the group of people in front of him and said in a hoarse voice: "So the Ming family is such a contemptuous and snobbish villain. It's better not to have this engagement!"
Hearing this, the steward pulled the reins of the horse suddenly, turned around, frowned and looked down at the young man, and said in a cold voice: "Are you Shen Xinghai? Ha, the rumors are true, you are a half-dead and useless sickly person. How dare a useless person like you offend the Immortal Family? Break your legs and teach you a lesson!"
The steward of the Ming family waved his hand, and a sturdy man behind him drew the longbow in his hand with understanding, intending to commit the crime on the spot!
An arrow flew quickly towards Shen Xinghai's thigh. The young man rolled on the ground in embarrassment to avoid it. Then more arrows flew at him, and he dodged them one by one.
The steward's face turned cold when he saw this.
The sturdy man felt that he had been humiliated and his face turned black. He gathered all his strength and pulled the bow again. This time he did not shoot at Shen Xinghai's legs, but at his face. If he hit him, he would be dead for sure!
Shen Xinghai had already collapsed on the ground exhausted. He wanted to move but was unable to do so. He could only watch the sharp arrow grow bigger and bigger in front of him.
Just when the tip of the arrow was only half an inch away from the boy's forehead—
"bite!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang in Shen Xinghai's ears. An ancient ring that fell from the sky hit the arrow, and it actually eliminated its power. In an instant, the ring and the arrow fell into his arms.
In the eyes of others, it seemed that the arrow had lost its power and fell to the ground before hitting him.
The sturdy man was puzzled and subconsciously wanted to draw the bow, but when he touched his quiver with his backhand, he found that his quiver was empty.
Seeing this, the steward snorted coldly: "Waste! Forget it, let's spare that little waste, let's go!"
The thin young man slowly got up, threw the arrow fiercely, but his eyes fell on the ancient ring.
rubbed the ring, looked up at the back of the pedestrian going away, and swore word by word: "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't look down on the young and poor!"
Hearing these familiar words, Wen Yun was stunned. His face, which had been numb for who knows how long, relaxed a little and he finally smiled silently.
She looked down at her hand. Her thumb was empty at the moment. The ring that was parasitic on Immortal Yang Xuan had just been smashed into the fragments of time and space by her in a hurry, saving the young Shen Xinghai.
So this is how Senior Brother Shen got his ring.
So... this is cause and effect.
She let go of this fragment of time and space belonging to Shen Xinghai, said goodbye to her old friend, and continued to search for her own past.
Without the company of Immortal Venerable Yang Xuan, Wen Yun seemed to become even more lonely along the way.
She opened her eyes and saw thousands of fragmented memories.
She closed her eyes, recalling the past that was gradually fading away.
The road ahead became particularly long, and Wen Yun walked forward silently and stubbornly without stopping.
This road with no end in sight is too long, and she has been walking on it for too long.
The emptiness and loneliness seemed to have swallowed her up. One day, when she saw a fragment of time and space, she was actually in a trance for a moment. She couldn't tell whether it belonged to her past or not. She almost stepped into it. It was not until she touched the picture that she suddenly woke up and withdrew her hand.
When he walked to the back, Wen Yun had forgotten what he was looking for. He only remembered that he wanted to find someone.
She is like a ghost floating in the turbulence of time and space, neither dead nor alive.
Until that day, a small piece of space-time fragment floated in front of Wen Yun and stopped in front of her as if by chance.
Wen Yun stopped and lowered his head to look at his hands.
A picture appeared there.
A black-haired girl in a strange robe stood in a gloomy forest, holding a tattered parchment book in her left hand and waving a thin black stick in her right hand. She was muttering something that no one could understand.
Suddenly, the barking of hounds and the trampling of horses' hooves echoed throughout the dark forest, and someone shouted to his companions -
"The evil corrupted one is hiding in this deep forest!"
"Catch her and hand her over to the Church!"
In the midst of the noise, even the birds were startled and fled in all directions. The little girl frowned, and quickly and skillfully put away the parchment book and the thin stick in her hands, lifted up her robe, and hid in the depths of the jungle.
However, the hunting dogs' sense of smell was too sensitive, and the horses' hooves were far beyond the girl's thin legs. The group of people were getting closer and closer to her, and she could even smell the stench coming from those animals.
"I found her, catch her!"
The black-haired girl tightly grasped the magic wand in her hand, trying desperately to recall the spell of levitation she had just memorized. However, her mind was blank at the moment and she couldn't remember it at all.
At this moment, a small ripple seemed to appear between heaven and earth, as if a small stone had been thrown into the calm water.
No one noticed anything unusual.
A gust of wind suddenly blew up, blinding the pursuers.
The girl with black hair and black eyes held a stick in her right hand, pushed down her robe, and tucked her messy hair behind her ears with her left hand. Her originally panicked face now only showed a cold and arrogant look.
She flew lightly to the branches, like an elegant crow.