"That's right, it's the River of Forgetfulness!" Lonemoon nodded hard and pointed at the images. "This small world actually has no tributary of the River of Forgetfulness at all, as if it's completely isolated."
Yi Qing was shocked and opened the assistant's authority to look at the images carefully, but found that the images had not changed at all, although the ground was lush, there was no aura of the River of Forgetfulness below.
"Why is it like this?" There were so many living people in this small world?
"Not only that." Lonemoon raised his hand and brushed the octagonal bronze mirror, the images in front of him enlarged instantly, the figures that were originally the size of ants appeared clearly in front of him, and their voices were heard.
This was a mortal city market, Father Niu's clone seemed to be sitting in a restaurant, the waiter beside him was recommending good wine.
"Sir, would you like a pot of our shop's Origin Green Wine? Our shopkeeper personally brewed it, it's been sealed for more than two hundred years. Or you can try the Scorching Red Wine, hundred-year-old wine, also brewed by our shopkeeper. "With that said, he pointed to the bearded shopkeeper at the door.
"Two hundred years!" Yi Qing was shocked. "This person is …"
"A mortal!" Lonemoon confirmed, a mortal without Spirit Qi or spirit roots.
"But a mortal's lifespan is not more than a hundred years, how did he …" He stopped mid-sentence, as if thinking of something, his eyes widened suddenly. "Because of the River of Forgetfulness!"
"That's right." Lonemoon nodded. "In this small world, be it mortals or cultivators, they all seem to be out of Samsara."
Yi Qing's expression darkened, without the River of Forgetfulness, ghosts could not enter Samsara after death, "Could this place be the same as Song Ren's world …"
"No, it's not the same." Lonemoon shook his head. "Song Ren's plane was repaired and caused chaos in the River of Forgetfulness, but there is no River of Forgetfulness flowing through this world, as if it was deliberately bypassed, completely isolated. Everyone in this world … has no concept of death, and there are no newborns. "
"So … they don't die!"
"Yes." Lonemoon conjured another seal, and brought up the scene of two cultivators fighting, both of their cultivations were not low, both Soul Formation cultivations. Those attacks were clearly very fierce, some were even fatal, but both of them showed no signs of dying, no signs of their souls leaving their bodies.
The more Yi Qing looked, the deeper his frown became. "If this goes on, I'm afraid the people of this small world …"
"They will all disappear." Lonemoon sighed and kept the copper mirror.
Shortie had once said that every soul had a limited amount of time in the world. The longer it was, the more it would deplete the soul. The so-called cultivation technique was actually just to strengthen the soul body and allow it to stay longer. Only the River of Forgetfulness could mend one's soul, so the first and final destination of all living beings in the world was the River of Forgetfulness.
In this mushroom world, everyone seemed to be immortal, but their souls were slowly being consumed. One day, they would completely disappear.
"Why is this small world the only one that is isolated?" Shortie couldn't have forgotten. Yi Qing turned to look at Shen Ying. "Master, what do you think?"
Shen Ying frowned. She raised her hand and tapped on her wristband. Instantly, a screen appeared. In the next instant, the huge plane tree appeared in front of the two of them. She immediately located the mushroom world and zoomed in on the connection point.
A huge patch of golden light lit up, so blinding that they could not open their eyes. Shen Ying adjusted something at the last moment, and the golden light dimmed. It turned into thousands of silk threads, intertwining and extending in all directions.
"This is … the River of Forgetfulness!" The golden river was filled with dense soul power. It should be the River of Forgetfulness that gathered souls.
"Look over there!" Shen Ying pointed to the surroundings of the mushroom world. Indeed, there were originally many crisscrossing thin threads, but none of them were connected to that mushroom. It was as if they deliberately avoided it.
"What is Shortie doing?" It really was because of the River of Forgetfulness. Lonemoon was a little angry. Why did she leave out this world?
"It probably has nothing to do with her," Yi Qing said in a low voice. "Although she is the River of Forgetfulness itself, she does not completely understand everything about the small world." Moreover, there was no River of Forgetfulness in this small world. Back then, these things were probably all watched by Godfiend. Otherwise, Godfiend would not have asked them to look for Meng Po all over the world for what happened in the Demon Realm.
"We can't go on like this. We can't watch this world disappear completely. Although it will not affect other small worlds," Lonemoon said in a low voice.
"Who said it won't affect other small worlds?" Shen Ying glared at him coldly.
"What do you mean?" Lonemoon was stunned.
She then reminded him seriously, "Did you forget that there's still that door?"
"Realm door!" Yi Qing was shocked. He immediately remembered. Indeed, although this world seemed to be isolated and had completely broken away from Samsara, which meant that no souls would enter this world. But as long as the realm door could be opened, people from other small worlds could completely break through the void and enter this world.
"Didn't you say that cultivators above the Soul Formation stage could open the mortal realm door? If they opened the realm door to this small world … "Shen Ying turned and glanced at the two of them." What will happen? "
The two of them were shocked. Above the Soul Formation stage was the realm of ascension. If they suddenly entered a world without death, then …
"They will think that it is the immortal world!" And they would not even think of leaving.
"Mm." Shen Ying nodded. These two assistants had quick reactions. They deserved to be praised. "What should we do next? Do you need me to remind your pig brains again? "
Yi Qing: "…"
Lonemoon: "…"
Shen · Diss · Fifteen. When he wasn't dissing people, it was still possible to communicate.
"Alright, I'll go to Chengyu's place at the back of the mountain and inform Shortie." Lonemoon took a deep breath and stood up. He did not want to argue with a fifteen-year-old brat. "Tomorrow, I'll go to this small world and reconnect the River of Forgetfulness."
With that, he turned around and walked out of the door. The room instantly quieted down, leaving only the master and disciple.
Yi Qing's heart trembled for no reason. The burning feeling that he had suppressed earlier was showing signs of recovering, and the side of his face began to redden again. He turned to look at Shen Ying who was still sitting at the table. "Master …"
Shen Ying didn't reply. She stared at the plane map on the screen, deep in thought.
"Master?" He could only call out again.
"Ah?"
"We can go back now." He tried to steady his voice and said in a low voice, "It's late. I'll send Master back to her room."
Shen Ying's body stiffened. After a while, she stood up slowly and walked to Yi Qing's side. "Oh."
Yi Qing clenched his fists and took a deep breath. After hesitating for a while, he seemed to muster up all his courage and quickly reached out to grab her right hand. Then, he held it tightly and walked out the door. "Let's … Let's go."
Shen Ying was stunned for a moment. Thinking of the unfinished exercise just now, she could not help but blush slightly. As she walked, she subconsciously looked down at a certain person's lower body.
It can't be true, right?
A while later …
"Chef."
"… Mm."
"Why don't … you take off your pants and let me take a look?" What if it's already healed?
Yi Qing's foot stumbled. He lost his balance and fell forward.
"…"
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