One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Seven. The Most Real Thing Before Death

"It's here." Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes, felt it for a moment, and made a judgment.

In Feng Yunsheng's eyes, blue-black magic flashed: "This doesn't seem to be a completely closed foreign space."

Yan Zhaoge nodded: "The first time Emperor Tongming mistakenly entered this place, he was trapped for hundreds of years, and then he opened the door and left again. After that, the space domain here has changed, and it has a sense of being connected in all directions."

"Coming from different places, you may end up in different places in this foreign space."

As they spoke, the two walked forward.

In the world in front of them, layers of water curtains intertwined, making this place seem like a maze.

If you touch the water curtain or try to pass through the water curtain, you may leave this foreign space and be teleported to another place.

A moment later, Yan Zhaoge and the others walked through the corner between the two layers of water curtains, turned their heads and looked, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

There, there was clearly a tall and straight Canghua sacred tree standing!

Although it is not as tall as the sacred tree incarnated by the remains of Shao Junhuang, the Supreme Lord of Mu Yao Suixing, it can also be called a towering giant tree.

Looking at the tall spiritual tree flashing with a faint green luster, Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng both sighed.

There is no luck anymore. Emperor Tongming Hu Yuexin died here.

One of the characteristics of their inheritance is that if a powerful person who has become an immortal dies, his remains will turn into a Canghua tree.

The tall sacred tree is overlapping with a water curtain, and is generally immersed in the water curtain.

Its whole body seems to stand in two layers of time and space, but it is not torn apart because of this, which is mysterious.

However, it can be seen that it is currently in a weak balance. If it is not careful, the balance will be broken, the space will be dislocated, and the tall sacred tree may be split in half vertically.

Yan Zhaoge and the others came to the tree and felt the breath of the living creatures. The branches and leaves on the trunk swayed gently without wind.

"Hmm?" Yan Zhaoge frowned slightly, stretched out his finger, and tapped the tree trunk lightly: "I am rude, please do not blame me, Great Emperor Tongming."

As he touched the tree trunk, a radiance suddenly burst out.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, a figure gradually emerged in the void.

When the image was stable and clear, a woman's figure appeared.

The woman looked about thirty years old, wearing a white dress, sitting cross-legged.

Her face was beautiful, but not stunning, not as beautiful as Shao Junhuang, the Supreme Lord of the Wood Star, or Yan Zhaoge's mother Xue Chuqing.

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng were not unfamiliar with her. They had seen her light and shadow image long ago and knew that this woman in a white dress was Shao Junhuang's disciple, the "grandmother master" in Xue Chuqing's mouth.

Great Emperor Tongming, Hu Yuexin.

However, although Hu Yuexin in the light and shadow image seen by Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng could not be called absolutely beautiful, she had a noble temperament and unique charm, surpassing countless women in the world.

At this moment, in the image reflected by the light on the Canghua tree, Hu Yuexin's face was dull and her skin was extremely pale.

Many years had passed, but through this light and shadow image, Yan Zhaoge and the others seemed to be able to feel her weakness.

This seemed to be the last scene of her life.

The serious injury was difficult to heal. Although she escaped the pursuers through the tributary of Tianhe River and hid here, she was already helpless and was on her deathbed.

Hu Yuexin, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, let out a long breath.

The breath was not colorless, but mixed with gray and blood red.

As she let out this breath, her originally bloodless cheeks became a little more rosy.

Unfortunately, that was not a sign of relief from the injury.

On the contrary, it was the last glimmer of the glory of human life.

In the picture, Hu Yuexin's eyes were dull and her expression was gloomy. Her tense body gradually relaxed, and her straight spine gradually collapsed.

Her eyeballs moved, as if they had regained focus, but gradually became hazy and covered with tears.

"Pah, pah..."

Tears dripped from her eyes, her eyes were full of panic and weakness.

At this moment, Hu Yuexin was in stark contrast to everyone's past impression of her.

"I... don't want to die... don't die... don't..."

In the void, weak sobs sounded, full of fear of death and desire for survival.

Later, the voices coming from the light and shadow picture gradually became more regretful and depressed.

Regret that her life was gone, regret that she gave her life for a piece of Tianyuan stone fragment, regret that she used to be obsessed with the illusory things such as the revival of the orthodox Taoism.

Later, regret gradually turned into resentment.

Resent that she paid a lot, but was expelled by her peers in the upper realm, lonely and helpless, hunted by people, and died alone in such a place, and no one even knew!

Resent her stupidity, for an illusory ideal, she wasted her own years and exhausted her life experience, how worthless, how unwise!

She hated the master who had tricked her into this path, Shao Junhuang! His stupidity ruined not only her own life, but also Hu Yuexin's life!

She felt endless regret, regretting why she would sacrifice her life and her life for others.

Cursing, scolding...

Unimaginable vicious words came out of Hu Yuexin's mouth, and were imposed on Shao Junhuang, the Southern Emperor of Immortality, Gao Han, Ling Qing, and even Yin Tianxia, ​​who were originally like-minded people, and on everyone.

The curses went from high to low, and finally turned into sobs and tears.

Everything that was revealed actually stemmed from the fear of death and the regret for one's life.

The crying became weaker and weaker, and the white figure became weaker and weaker, gradually falling to the ground, and all that was left was despair...

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng watched all this expressionlessly.

"Some people say that only before a person dies can one see the most real things in his heart and know what kind of person he is."

Yan Zhaoge's voice echoed in the space: "I agree with this view."

"Especially, when you know that you will die, but you can't die quickly, and can only helplessly wait for death to come, that is the most tormenting moment." Yan Zhaoge walked over the tree trunk and came to the water curtain expressionlessly: "Although the situation is terrible, although it is inevitable that there are some surprises and disappointments, it is not completely incomprehensible if Emperor Tongming has thoughts of regret before his death."

"But..."

Yan Zhaoge raised his palm and pressed it lightly on the water curtain, and the water curtain shook suddenly.

The scene projected on the Canghua tree was suddenly interrupted.

"What I want to see is the real scene of Emperor Tongming before his death, not something some bastard made up."

Yan Zhaoge stared coldly at the water curtain sinking and turning into a hole in time and space.

At the other end of time and space, a figure appeared and said lazily: "Yeah, did you see it?"

It was Chen Qianhua.