The ti has co.
Zhou Yitang’s gaze was sharp, and her two fingers ford a sword technique. From top to bottom, she brought down an invisible sword.
Toward the Heavenly Altar!
............
Inside the Heavenly Altar.
The figure of the female crown slowly collapsed to the ground.
Her vacant eyes stared at a place—the shattered divine inheritance path of the Goddess.
Chen Yi pressed her head, silently watching her.
The bronze tripod with "Dao" engraved and twin dragons on its three legs was already broken. The bronze chariot mural on the wall was dim, and silence pervaded the Heavenly Altar.
Lin Wanxiao remained unconscious in the original spot, while Anhou, half-possessed by the Tushan Clan, slowly approached the bronze tripod with three legs and twin dragons, staring dazedly.
The white-robed female crown raised her head, her pupils unfocused. In a trance, she lifted her hand, trying to reach out, but grasped at nothing.
Chen Yi lowered his head, looking at her.
A strange light erged in the female crown’s eyes—terror. She struggled to rise, but Chen Yi held her forehead against the ground.
"Let... let go..."
The female crown’s voice was hoarse, trembling.
Chen Yi smiled as he looked at her, his fingers lightly moving, True Qi pouring into her apertures from her crown point, severing her Longevity Bridge.
He gripped her like this, neither loosening his hold nor exerting force, watching her panic in his hands, letting her sense hope draining away bit by bit.
"If you knew this would happen, why start it in the first place?"
Chen Yi said slowly,
"I warned you long ago."
The female crown trembled, tears streaming down her face. As ti ticked away, despair consud her.
In her gaze, Chen Yi monopolized her entire line of sight—he was her ignorance.
She had once eradicated that ignorance within her heart, yet he had pursued her, forcefully pulling her down from the divine inheritance path. Ignorance was a karmic sin—how many tis must she eradicate ignorance? How could she erase this ignorance?
And... did she even have a chance to overco this ignorance anymore?!
The female crown’s breathing grew increasingly erratic, her chest heaving violently.
Suddenly, a breeze stirred inexplicably.
A faint wind brushed against the female crown’s face, seemingly entering her apertures, piercing her Three Souls and Seven Spirits.
She looked at Chen Yi, trembling slightly, yet as the wind reached her Three Souls and Seven Spirits, everything before her seed to slow down, quiet down. Chen Yi’s face beca a blur, flickering in her sight.
It was as though, in the final monts of death, ti itself decelerated.
The female crown panted heavily, but gradually her breaths slowed. She didn’t know why, but suddenly she felt as if a mont had arrived.
It felt like... the sensation of summoning souls, surging back into her.
In her daze, she wondered, why was she so afraid of him?
What was there to fear? He was just a mortal, wasn’t he? Besides, hadn’t she... already eradicated this ignorance before?
The gaze of the Taichua Goddess lit up abruptly,
Yes, I’ve erased him before.
If I’m still afraid of him, then why not... forget him entirely?
Forget him. Let everything go. Forget it all.
As the thought settled in, it felt like she had found life in a dead-end, calamity giving way to fortune.
Her mind ascended, growing ever more transcendent.
If he broke my Longevity Bridge, so be it; I have my own Dao fate, my own Dao heart, I can restore it once again!
Her Dao heart regained its strength.
The Taichua Goddess’s gaze swept past Chen Yi, as though she saw the divine inheritance path reconstructing itself, piece by piece.
She stretched out her hand, listening to an intangible call, lightly attempting to touch it.
In her haze, she sensed her Three Souls and Seven Spirits leaving her body.
A mysterious aura surrounded her.
The Taichua Goddess cald her mind, seemingly attuning herself to its mysteries.
She saw her form gradually becoming ethereal and illusory.
Her consciousness, along with the divine inheritance, seed to be pulled far, far away.
Step by step, she walked along the path beneath her.
This path was long, its end distant, unknown whether it could ever be reached. Many on the mountain had spent their entire lives yet failed to complete it.
On this path, she saw mories from her life.
In the affluent and prosperous Prince Mansion, a baby girl was born. The frail princess held her gently, smiling softly as the worried prince paced nervously, waiting for news of mother and child surviving.
Watching the tender scene, the Taichua Goddess felt no ripple of emotion.
It was as if... she’d forgotten sentint.
The Taichua Goddess turned away, continuing her walk forward.
Once again, the scene shifted,
At twelve years old, a group of Taoists arrived at the Prince Mansion’s gate. Yu Zhen, the Semi-Immortal Master, descended upon a crane. Her master grasped her head, telling her she was the Taichua Goddess.
The Taichua Goddess rely smiled faintly and continued walking the path ahead.
Countless mories, both joyous and tragic, flashed by. When she reached her twenties, she witnessed a scene from not so long ago.
It was the frantic self during the summoning ritual, running endlessly, terrified by the constant appearance of Chen Yi and losing her sense of direction.
Thinking about Chen Yi, the Taichua Goddess no longer felt irritation or hatred toward his face. Instead, she rembered sothing and smiled.
"So the past actually regarded him as ignorance’s karmic sin?"
The Taichua Goddess sighed lightly,
"To achieve immortality, one must forget oneself. With an undying heart, there is no path to Dao."
That verse spoken upon eradicating ignorance surfaced once more in her mind.
She continued walking forward, step by step, witnessing Min Ning slapping her, then herself falling into the underground palace where Chen Yi threatened her, moving forward endlessly.
Finally, she saw herself being dragged back by Chen Yi from the Longevity path as the Longevity path shattered inch by inch.
Faced with the scene of despair, she rely smiled faintly.
The farther she walked forward, the deeper she explored the Dao path.
The deeper she explored the Dao path, the more she felt her insignificance.
Even her own being was insignificant, adhering to the Dao path.
Soon, the Taichua Goddess reached the end.
At the end stood her master Yu Zhen, gazing into the distance, surrounded by celestial cranes.
The sound of the Dao echoed around that woman, resonating like mighty bells, bringing enlightennt, rging with the Dao.
The Taichua Goddess approached that woman, only to see Yu Zhen turn to her, softly asking:
"Who are you?"
The Taichua Goddess struggled to think but couldn’t recall.
She pressed her head, trying hard to rember, but still couldn’t.
The Dao enveloped her.
Yu Zhen slowly extended her hand, speaking gently:
"You are a stone."
The Taichua Goddess, dazed, softly replied:
"I, I am... a stone..."
Suddenly, her eyes widened sharply.
Stone... a stone?!
"I’m not a stone, I’m not!"
The Taichua Goddess panicked and shouted.
Forget the forr ... just to beco a stone?!
Yu Zhen laughed, a mocking laugh,
"If you’re not a stone, then who are you?"
The Taichua Goddess tried with all her might to recall her past,
"I, I..."
"Why am I here... Wasn’t I in the underground palace? Wait... whose underground palace? Don’t think about the underground palace—think of ho, think of ho—the Prince Mansion, but... what is the Prince Mansion again?"
She tried to rember, but the mont she recalled sothing, it vanished from her mory.
The Taichua Goddess was stunned, standing blankly where she was. She turned to escape but saw her legs gradually turning to stone; her flesh slowly transmuting into rock!
She saw Yu Zhen mocking her with a sneer.
"I’m not a stone, I’m not a stone!"
The Taichua Goddess croaked desperately.
She resisted with all her might but to no avail.
"I am... who am I..."
The Taichua Goddess watched as her body gradually petrified. She seed to be turning herself into stone with each cultivation. Finally, she understood—it wasn’t fortune arising from calamity but instead a deviation in cultivation!
She had mistaken that mont of deviation,
for hope amidst despair!
"If you’re not a stone, then who are you?"
Yu Zhen asked for the final ti.
Upon hearing this, the nearly extinguished Taichua Goddess lowered her gaze to herself, then turned back to the empty Dao path.
This Dao path had once been her lifelong pursuit.
But as the teaching goes—to transcend emotions, even the Longevity path must be forgotten, even the pursuit of the Longevity path must be forgotten...
Almost as if suddenly comprehending, she cried out in despair:
"Who... who am I?"
"I... I’ve been erased!"
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