Sangsang looked at the moon in the night sky. When the moon was waning, she was as powerful as she had been in the past countless years. When the moon was full, she felt unprecedentedly weak, or in other words, she felt her own weakness in the Divine Kingdom. That person once said that the moon waxed and waned, and people had their ups and downs. Then what about her?
From the moment she fell into the Snow-capped Peak in the Far North, she wanted to leave the human world and return to her own kingdom because she sensed danger. She was in danger both in the Divine Kingdom and in the human world. However, the gate of the Divine Kingdom had been destroyed. How could she go back?
Tonight, on the Peach Mountain, different people looked at the same moon and thought about different things. Some wanted to leave, some wanted to stay, but they didn't know if they wanted to see each other.
She stood on the balcony behind the Divine Hall of Light for a long time until the moon disappeared and the sky in the east of the mountains turned white. The morning light sprinkled on her, but she still didn't leave.
The morning clouds were covered with strange colors and were blown away by an unknown wind, revealing the red and warm sun. She bathed in the sunlight and slowly squinted her eyes. Her expression was peaceful and beautiful.
She was the rule of this world and also the ruler of this world. She fell into the human world and gradually became a mortal. She didn't need to cultivate and only needed to bask in the sun. Although she didn't know if the red sun was real or fake, the light and heat were real, and they were the source of her power. As for the wine and dishes, they were just nutrients that her body needed, or more importantly, they were needed to weaken her consciousness.
Now she was very plump, or in other words, very fat. Her body stretched the cyan dress with flowers. She was very white and tall, which was completely different from her appearance in the past 19 years. However, her eyes didn't change. They were still thin and long like willow leaves, and extremely clear.
She squinted and became even thinner, like the willow leaves by the Yanming Lake in Chang 'an. But it didn't mean that she could still see everything in front of her when she closed her eyes.
The red sun leaping out of the morning glow, the filamentous clouds in the flowing wind, and the thin waterfall between the cliffs all appeared in her bright eyes. She saw birds flying back and forth between the cliffs, cubs in the distant mountains, reefs appearing in the distant seawater, and the heat of the sun turning the seawater into steam.
All of these scenes represented the rules at work. The rules of this world could not be shaken and appeared very stable. Therefore, the world also appeared very stable. The Qi of Heaven and Earth and all matter were distributed very evenly. She was the rules, so she felt very satisfied.
There was still no expression on her face, but in the deepest part of her eyes, one could almost see the intoxicated expression of a human. She was intoxicated by the harmony between herself and the world.
She continued to stand on the balcony at the back of the Divine Hall of Light, looking at the scenery that kept changing, but in fact remained the same. She did not leave, until the night came again, and the moonlight shone again.
The moon tonight was different from last night, and she did not like it.
The moon waxed and waned. She did not experience any misfortune or fortune, but she felt the aura of birth, old age, sickness, and death. It was an aura that she hated, because it was an aura that only humans could feel.
Because of this feeling of hatred, the scenery behind the Divine Hall of Light suddenly became unstable. She hated it even more. The sound of the wind blowing through the trees was like thunder in her ears. The waterfall falling into the clouds seemed to be silent, but in her ears, it sounded like someone was beating war drums. She could no longer enjoy the peace she liked. Even if she threw all the wine jars behind her down the cliff, she could not change the fact that she had drunk all the hard liquor in the jars.
"I plan to go out for a walk."
She looked at the bright moon in the night sky and said.
The two girls in white kneeled behind her, too shocked to speak. They had never seen the saintess leave the Divine Hall of Light since they came to Peach Mountain. The people in the Divine Halls of West-Hill had never seen the saintess' face. Why did she suddenly want to leave? Where was she going?
The next morning, a very ordinary carriage stopped in front of the Divine Hall of Light.
The Big Black Horse poked his head out of the hall and looked at the two war-horses from West-Hill in front of the carriage. His eyes were full of killing intent. He wanted to let the two war-horses know the difficulty and retreat, so that he could create an opportunity.
She walked out from the depths of the Divine Hall and glanced at him.
The Big Black Horse hurriedly took a few steps back and bent his front hooves. He knelt on the frozen ground of the Divine Hall and grinned foolishly. He looked very obedient and even servile.
She sat in the carriage and closed her eyes to rest. A girl in white waited on her in the carriage. The other girl in white waved her whip and drove the carriage away from the Divine Hall of Light and down the Peach Mountain.
The more ordinary a carriage was, the more conspicuous it would be in the solemn Divine Hall. But strangely, it seemed that none of the priests or deacons saw the carriage, nor did they hear the sound of the hooves or the whip of the girl in white. The carriage quietly went down the Peach Mountain like a ghost.
The carriage did not stop at the foot of the mountain. It continued forward for more than ten miles, crossed a stone bridge over a small river, and came to a small town. Then it stopped in front of a shop opposite the Taoist Hall of the town.
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Ning Que woke up early in the morning. He first practiced a set of bladesmanship to warm up. Then he sat cross-legged in the morning fog and meditated for a while. He began to breathe in and out, borrowing the abundant Qi of Heaven and Earth in the Peach Mountain into his body and turning it into his own Great Spirit. The whole process was carried out very carefully.
The morning fog was still there when he finished. He walked up the path behind the Book Hall. He could smell the faint fragrance of flowers in the fog, and he could not help but feel refreshed. At this moment, the red sun had completely risen and the mountain fog suddenly disappeared. He found thousands of peach trees were in full bloom beside him. He could not help but frown in disgust.
Years ago, the Headmaster of Academy climbed the mountain while drinking and cut down all the peach trees. Since then, the peach trees here had never bloomed again. However, this spring, the eternal lamp in the Divine Hall of Light suddenly went out, and the peach trees on the mountain bloomed for no reason. They never withered again, even in the middle of summer.
He loved the peach trees in front of the Academy because they were brought back by the Headmaster of Academy from the Peach Mountain. He did not love the peach trees in the West-Hill Divine Palace because they represented the departure of the Headmaster of Academy and that matter.
There seemed to be a path in the depths of the peach trees, but he did not know where it led. Ning Que walked towards it and suddenly felt the mountain wind suddenly became cold. The petals on the branches kept trembling, as if it had suddenly come to winter.
There was a very powerful tactical array hidden in the peach trees. No wonder the Headmaster would kill these peach trees when he climbed the mountain. Ning Que thought about it and decided to quit immediately.
With his current state and attainments in Talisman Taoism, it should not be difficult for him to quit since he was not deep into the tactical array. But it was impossible for him to continue forward and break the array.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a very familiar aura in the peach trees on the mountain. He could even vaguely understand the intention of these peach trees. He did not know anything about tactical arrays, but he knew that this was the key to break the array. These peach trees were blooming for him.
If it were someone else, he would definitely be shocked and confused by this sudden change, and then have the idea of temporarily retreating. But he did not, because he quickly figured out the reason.
The peach trees on the mountain were blooming because of her. How could they stop him?
His sleeves brushed against the peach trees, and the petals fell and fragrant. He did not need to look for the direction, nor did he care about the powerful tactical array in the peach trees. He just walked according to the feelings of the peach trees. It did not take long for him to walk through the peach trees, which were extremely dangerous for cultivators.
Outside the peach trees was a precipice.
He stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the towering Divine Halls above. Only then did he realize that he had reached the mountainside. Then he looked at the opposite side and found that there was another precipice there.
The cliff he was standing on was part of the Peach Mountain, and the precipice on the opposite side was also part of the Peach Mountain. It was obviously under several Divine Halls, but for some reason it was independent of the Peach Mountain.
The two precipices were dozens of feet apart. There was no bridge between them except for the mountain wind. Below them, there were clouds and mist, and there was a faint cold aura. No one knew how deep it was.
A distance of dozens of feet was not far for cultivators, especially for cultivators from the Devil's Doctrine. However, looking at the ground on the edge of the cliff and the moss on the opposite precipice, it seemed that no one had ever been here, and no one had ever appeared on the opposite precipice. The two precipices had never been connected.
The two precipices looked at each other in silence for tens of thousands of years, and no one knew if they had ever hated each other.
A chilly wind blew from the bottom of the precipice, and the clouds and mist dissipated slightly. There seemed to be something on the opposite precipice. Ning Que's eyesight was excellent, and he seemed to see several rows of stone windows. He was a little uncertain, and continued to look. When the next mountain wind blew, the clouds and mist dissipated again, and he found that there were indeed stone windows on the precipice.
Could it be the legendary You Prison used by the West-Hill Divine Palace to imprison traitors?
He looked at the opposite precipice and frowned slightly.
He looked for a while longer, and suddenly closed his eyes. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
It was not because he pitied the predecessors of the Devil's Doctrine who had died in the You Prison for thousands of years. It was also not because he thought of the Great Divine Priest of Light who had been imprisoned in the You Prison for more than ten miles. It was also not because of the bloody smell and gloomy aura coming from the stone window on the precipice that made him feel pity.
It was because his eyes were very painful.
There was nothing in front of him except for the mountain wind, but at that moment, it was as if there was an invisible finger gently touching his eyes.
The force was very gentle, but the eyes were the most delicate part of a human. Even though he had almost mastered the Great Spirit, he still felt a piercing pain, and he could not help but shed tears.
After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the precipice again. Then, he closed his eyes and began to cry again. This time, he shed more tears, because the force that fell into his eyes was even stronger.
He was sure that the aura that touched his eyes came from the precipice. He knew that if he continued to look, the counterattack from the precipice would become stronger.
There was a big tactical array between the precipices, which could prevent anyone from peeping into the You Prison. No matter if one was standing dozens of feet away, or thousands of miles away, as long as one looked at the precipice, one's eyes would be touched. No one could avoid it, because when one looked, it was not one's eyes that fell on the precipice, but the image of the precipice that entered one's eyes. The power of the tactical array would follow.
This tactical array was called Eye-Catching.
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