Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Li Muchen waved his hand, and the flying fragments gathered together and turned into a small yellow flag.

Gong Yuerong's face was filled with shock and excitement.

"Mu...Chen..." She looked at him with tenderness in her eyes. She reached out her hand and wanted to touch Li Muchen's face. "Your name is Mu Chen?"

"It doesn't matter what my name is. What's important is that you know who I am." Li Muchen said.

Gong Yuerong's body shook, her arm froze in mid-air, and then she slowly retracted it.

"I understand." There was a hint of sadness in her voice, "I am neither qualified to be your mother nor your lover."

"If everything is one, how can there be any distinction between sentient beings?" Li Muchen looked at her and smiled. "I remind you to know who I am, not to let you figure out whether you are my mother or whether you are qualified to love me. I want you to let go of your mission and the responsibility in your heart, and face everything with ease. Love does not require qualifications, nor does it require responsibility."

Gong Yuerong's eyes lit up, and after a brief moment of surprise, she revealed a pleasantly surprised smile: "I understand, love knows no distinctions, and does not require identification, love and life have the same origin. Thank you, my mission is finally over! From now on, I am no longer a saint, but... the real me!"

Li Muchen nodded with satisfaction.

But at this moment, he once again felt the gaze from the distant void.

That powerful force that could penetrate everything enveloped him.

He looked up, then smiled and said, "My mission is over. From now on, I will no longer be anyone's pawn."

The next moment, the power that enveloped him disappeared, and the mysterious eyes that were staring at him also disappeared.

Gong Yuerong said: "Now, you can go out, let me help you."

Li Muchen nodded. He knew that without Gong Yuerong's help, he could not leave unless he destroyed the Divine Palace.

"follow me."

Gong Yuerong, wearing a red veil and walking barefoot, stepped into the swamp and walked towards the slightly rising, hazy and lush island in the distance.

Li Muchen followed behind her.

The swamp is moist and warm, and the mud underfoot is soft but not sticky, making people feel extremely comfortable.

Gong Yuerong walked onto the island, and the ancient vines and weeds on the ground automatically parted, leaving a deep, quiet path leading to an unknown realm.

Gong Yuerong turned around and looked at Li Muchen with her arms open. The red gauze fluttered like wings. She and the gauze together turned into a red light and wrapped up Li Muchen.

The swampy atmosphere of the Western Zhou Dynasty gradually dissipated, and was replaced by an extremely pure flow of energy, like the clarity when the world was first created and all things were born.

Li Muchen couldn't see his own body, but he could feel a real existence.

It doesn’t have the heaviness of a physical body, but it doesn’t feel like the helplessness of a soul alone.

He had never felt so light, so pure, as if he had entered chaos from a mortal body, and then returned from chaos, seeing the original source of life.

The red light spun, like the wind of the beginning of time, guiding Li Muchen towards an unknown world. Her figure had completely disappeared in the light, leaving only a gentle voice, gently echoing in this warm world.

"Mu Chen, feel this vitality!"

The light slowly spun around Li Muchen's body, like a river of life, enveloping him. He lowered his head and saw himself transformed into a bright and warm body of light. Every inch of his skin, every bit of his flesh and blood, was being reshaped. It was a complete transformation, as if all the impurities in the world were purified at this moment.

His consciousness is going back to the beginning of life, feeling the origin of life

He seemed to have entered a vast and warm world, filled with the gentle sound of flowing water. Those waters were not ordinary streams, but rivers of energy full of vitality. They flowed slowly between this vast heaven and earth, rippling with the breath of life.

This is not an entity, but the origin of all life and the destination of all souls.

At that moment, he was no longer the reincarnation of the devil, no longer the descendant of the Taoist, and no longer the Young Master Li in the human world - he was just a seed of life, the original form of all things - so delicate, so cute!

He finally understood why this place was called Linglong Island. Linglong means inner beauty, inner ingenuity, and innocent liveliness.

He finally understood why he had to go through three trials before he could leave the palace. Because without going through the cycle of reincarnation, he could not return to the starting point, could not see the original appearance of this life, and of course could not see the way out.

Xi Zhou's light became extremely bright, as if a door to a new world was opening, leading him to a new world.

He felt a gentle force pushing him forward slowly, passing through the long and narrow passage. He was surrounded by warmth, soft, urgent, with the guidance of vitality, carrying the blessing of life, carrying the gift of the entire temple, and also carrying Li Muchen's own true nirvana.

He seemed to hear his mother's voice, painful groans and mumblings.

At that moment, Li Muchen's body completely broke free from everything old. He slowly walked out of the core of the temple, bathing in the dazzling morning light.

He heard the sound of the wind, the sound of flowing water, and the sound of all things reviving between heaven and earth.

He opened his eyes and found himself standing beside a quiet lake. The lake water was clear and transparent, reflecting the clouds in the sky. The breeze gently blew on his face, bringing a hint of moisture, as if it was the first greeting between heaven and earth.

He turned around, but the shrine was gone. Only Gong Yuerong was standing there quietly, holding the yellow flag and something that looked like a bamboo slip in her arms.

Li Muchen knew that the entire Divine Palace had been destroyed and transformed into the power of life, merging into one with him.

"Let's go." He said to Gong Yuerong.

Gong Yuerong handed the bamboo scroll to Li Muchen: "This is yours."

"what?"

"What the saints left behind can only be understood by those who have inherited the soul of the Divine Palace."

Li Muchen took it doubtfully, and it was indeed a scroll of bamboo slips. He unfolded it, but there was not a single word inside.

At this moment, suddenly a divine thought like a sword pierced into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"The world is filled with sorrow and pain, and I regret creating all living beings. Because of this, I created this sword, which will destroy the Great Dao and return to nothingness. However, seeing that all living beings have feelings, I cannot bear it, so I have no choice but to destroy myself and hide the sword in the Divine Palace..."

Then, he seemed to see a sword hanging across heaven and earth, omnipresent, and wherever the sword pointed, it could destroy everything.

Even he himself, just feeling the sword intent in his sea of ​​consciousness, felt as if his body and soul were torn apart and annihilated.

If he had not gone through three trials, been reborn, and inherited the Temple of God, he would not have been able to withstand such sword intent with his previous cultivation.

This must be what Second Brother meant by "a sword of regret"!

But who can use such a sword?