Chapter 473: Chapter 356 The Deepest Thoughts_2
The face of the former Emperor of Great Yu revealed little emotion.
She spoke no more, only saying softly, "You must think for yourself."
After speaking, Yu Zhen Yuanjun took a step forward, and her figure suddenly rode the wind and vanished into the distance.
The former Emperor continued to lead Yin Weiyin around the altar for a long time, introducing each part of it as they walked.
From the Four Symbols of Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise, to the Twenty-Eight Mansions, and the position of each Witch, everything was meticulously explained.
Yet the female crown appeared somewhat absent-minded.
"The matter of our father-and-daughter ascension to immortality has been fully entrusted here."
A deep sigh from the former Emperor fell into Yin Weiyin’s ears.
The female crown lowered her head and saw herself standing in that hollow place; beneath her feet was the river of reincarnation. The river flowed turbulently, carrying the souls of individuals, bidding them farewell to one life after another.
Whether in Buddhism or Taoism, all seek to transcend this cycle of reincarnation.
The origin of Huangquan River remains unknown, yet it bears the souls of people whose lives become shimmering reflections on its rippling surface, flowing downstream. In the end, the past is fleeting, carried ever farther, and faint sobs echo within the river’s waters.
"Perhaps the attainment of Dao Cheng and immortality is my deepest longing now."
Yin Weiyin gazed at the flowing river and murmured to herself.
But she did not know—how could what was lost ever be remembered?
Something she never understood, nor ever thought of,
was the blessing of that ghostly woman during that time.
"Goodbye, I hope that the next time we meet, you will already be married."
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Lin Wanxiao waited all night for her husband, whom she was supposed to accompany in bed, but he never came. She ended up sleeping alone, clutching her quilt.
Such days had become normal for her; since her girlhood, she had always slept alone.
Yet when she thought of the sounds that had echoed through the walls last night, Lin Wanxiao clenched her quilt tightly.
She got up to wash, and as she returned to her room and looked at the empty bed, she sighed deeply.
Stepping outside, the chilling wind struck her, and she suddenly felt a headache. Pressing her forehead, her complexion turned pale.
It seemed as though some memory was trying to surface, but it ultimately failed to emerge.
In this slightly desolate courtyard, Chen Yi sat there, gazing toward the direction of the Capital City, appearing to be lost in thought.
Beside him sat a quiet and well-behaved young girl who remained seated without speaking or causing trouble. Seeing Lin Wanxiao approach, she waved a hand in greeting.
Lin Wanxiao hesitated for a moment but eventually waved back.
She walked slowly to Chen Yi’s side and softly called out, "Husband."
The little fox: "0.0?"
Yin Tingxue lifted her face abruptly, her pupils trembling violently, her lips stiffening slightly.
Lin Wanxiao noticed her reaction, feeling perplexed instead. She had simply addressed him as "Husband," what was wrong with that, and why did the young girl react that way?
Where was the error?
Lin Wanxiao pressed her forehead and tried to figure out what was wrong, but she couldn’t think of anything.
Chen Yi turned his head at this point and asked, "Wanxiao, why are you just standing there?"
Lin Wanxiao’s train of thought was interrupted. With a smile, she said, "Husband, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? I’ll ask Xiuhe to bring it over right away."
Before turning to leave, she cast Yin Tingxue a lingering glance...
Perhaps she was jealous of her position as his wife.
She still needed to maintain good relations...
The Lin Family Young Lady mused to herself, laughing gently in a composed manner.
After her figure disappeared from view, Yin Tingxue turned her gaze directly to Chen Yi.
Before Chen Yi could say a word.
Yin Tingxue spoke softly, "I know you’re a lecher."
Chen Yi was entirely speechless this time. He could only helplessly pat the back of her head.
Whether this was fortunate or unfortunate, he didn’t know, but Yin Tingxue had always harbored the impression of him being completely licentious. And this girl, long accustomed to his teasing, easily accepted his involvement with other women.
As for whether there was bitterness in her heart, only she knew.
Chen Yi didn’t know how to comfort her, so he simply stroked the back of her head over and over.
His concubine’s submissiveness made him involuntarily wonder if he had been too hasty in the past.
Everything in the past had been far too rushed.
Perhaps it was because of the deadly poison in him, leaving him only three years to live.
And now, he had ten years of Yang lifespan remaining, with far more time at his disposal.
In hindsight, he even felt grateful to that mysterious Daoist from goodness-knows-where.
Chen Yi tried to recall his name, but in his memory, there was only the sound of the monk’s voice...
So in the end, he could only mutter to himself, "Thank you, you damned Daoist."
Recalling that time, Chen Yi naturally thought of Yin Weiyin.
He still remembered how she, even at the risk of allowing her Nascent Soul to delve into chaos, had done everything she could to hold on to him...
Luan Huang, where are you now?
Chen Yi began to ponder—now that they were suddenly separated, he wondered if he had been too cruel to her...
After an unknown amount of time, the little fox shook its head lightly, then said softly, "Master Zhou wants to talk to you."
Chen Yi’s fingers paused for a moment before nodding, "Alright."
From the little fox’s words, Chen Yi instantly understood that Zhou Yitang had entrusted her Nascent Soul to Yin Tingxue.
Chen Yi understood Zhou Yitang’s nature; he himself would have done the same.
A moment later, Yin Tingxue grasped Chen Yi’s hand.
At this moment, their Primordial Qi connected with one another. The little fox’s Qi, tender and immature like sprouting new leaves, was completely wrapped and enveloped by Chen Yi’s immense Primordial Qi upon contact.
At that moment, he once again heard Zhou Yitang’s voice.
"I am... in Yingdu," she said.
Her words were somewhat fragmented, not due to Zhou Yitang experiencing any misfortune.
She had been healing for a long time, and her recovery from the shattered Ruoque Sword and the subsequent drastic loss in cultivation level had been considerable. Based on common estimates, she was likely at the early Nascent Soul stage, equivalent to the Martial Arts Third Rank.
The fragmented tone was due to Yin Tingxue being merely in the Foundation Establishment Realm, unable to fully sustain Zhou Yitang’s Nascent Soul’s voice.