One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Eight. Tongming's Legacy

When Yan Zhaoge saw Chen Qianhua, he said in amusement: "Hiding the source and hiding the shadow, or hiding the longitude and latitude? If it weren't for the special method to hide it, I wouldn't have been able to find someone who had already arrived in front of the tree."

"But the illusion of light and shadow seems to originate from the Canghua tree itself. How could I not see that it is actually a fake?"

He looked sideways at the other person: "I'm just telling you who would be so boring. I won't think about anyone else except you."

Although Chen Qianhua's expression was lazy, his eyes were bright. He looked at Yan Zhaoge and said with a smile: "The senior master who had reverence in his heart, recalled his longing, and tried his best to make his fallen leaves return to his roots, but in the end he discovered that the truth was not the same. It’s as beautiful as I thought before.”

"I thought that a person who was determined and fearless to sacrifice his life for justice turned out to be ugly and disappointing. I am really interested in how you would react to the gap caused by this. How could you be bored?"

Chen Qianhua shook his head regretfully: "What a pity, you can see it was my handiwork."

At this point, he suddenly laughed: "When I created this image, I specially used a variety of secret blessings. Not to mention true immortals and mysterious immortals, even Yuanxian would be deceived, but you saw through it at a glance, Yan Zhaoge, You are really special!”

Yan Zhaoge looked at Chen Qianhua and also laughed: "You said that, even if I don't read it, I know that the true last words of Emperor Tongming before his death are completely opposite to the illusion you created."

"You have doubts because of me now. Even if it doesn't meet your expectations, you will think that I made it up." Chen Qianhua said nonchalantly.

He opened his palm, and an ice-like crystal appeared in his palm.

The light and shadow scene projected in the crystal fell on the water curtain that stood upright in the void, like a world barrier, spanning between the two people.

A figure appeared in the light and shadow, a woman in a white dress.

It was Hu Yuexin, the Great Emperor of Tongming.

Compared with the previous image forged by Chen Qianhua, the appearance of Hu Yuexin in the light and shadow at this moment is no different.

Her face was dull and her complexion was pale, which made it clear that her injuries were terminal and she was in the final moments of her life.

However, unlike the image forged by Chen Qianhua, Hu Yuexin here looks much more peaceful.

A breath of turbid air was breathed out, mixed with gray and blood.

As soon as she breathed out, Hu Yuexin's originally bloodless cheeks turned red.

When the light returned, her expression became more calm and open-minded.

Although there was a hint of weakness in his eyes, they were as calm as water, with no fear or resentment.

"Master, I wonder where your old man is now? Are you okay?" Hu Yuexin looked up at the water curtain in the sky and saw the strange scenes reflected on the water curtain. She couldn't help but feel a little lost: "With your temperament, I don't think you should be taboo about life and death. In fact, I am somewhat prepared.”

"If you were still here, you wouldn't have been silent for so many years, but I still miss you a little bit in my heart."

Hu Yuexin said with a smile: "However, I'm afraid I have to leave today. I sincerely hope you are still alive, but it's a pity that I can't wait until the day you come back."

"But I didn't embarrass you."

The woman in the white dress whispered softly: "Now if I want to drink with you again, I can drink two or three of you."

"I have always taken care of your favorite wooden bed when sleeping. It has been preserved for so many years and has not been eaten by insects."

"As long as you want, we can drink from midnight to midnight, and then sleep from midnight to sunrise."

"It may be difficult for me to change my stubbornness with you, but if you are willing to come back early, I will try to change it and try to talk back to you less..."

Hu Yuexin rambled on, as if there was no point in her words.

But at the end, she smiled brightly, and the blood on her pale cheeks became darker: "I have never forgotten your teachings back then."

“No matter how rugged, difficult, or hopeless the road ahead is, I will never waver, and I will do my best to revitalize our Taoist sect, and to clear away the evil spirits of heretics and clarify the world.

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"I have obtained the Tianyuan Stone fragment you mentioned back then, and I will do my best to prevent this treasure from falling back into the hands of outsiders."

"Although I am exhausted today, there are people who will succeed me, and the fire will be passed on from generation to generation. Just as you taught me back then, I believe that future generations will persevere and wait until the day when the chaos is stirred up and the chaos is brought to order."

The color on Hu Yuexin's face began to fade away, and the look in her eyes began to dim, and she was truly on her deathbed.

In his eyes, a beautiful figure of a woman in green clothes appeared. She was none other than Mu Yao Sui Xingzun Shao Junhuang.

"I can't see that day, but our descendants will definitely be able to see it... I hope Master, you can also see it when you return in the future."

Hu Yuexin's voice gradually became lower and her breath became weaker.

The figure emerging from the depths of her pupils gradually transformed into another person.

It was a young man, wearing black clothes and a white robe, with long black hair falling from his back.

His facial features are clearly similar to the Youming Emperor Yin Tianxia known to Yan Zhaoge and others.

However, compared to the more familiar image of Yin Tianxia left to the world, this man is much younger.

At the same time, in the memories of Yan Zhaoge and others, Yin Tianxia had long black hair but pure white eyebrows.

And this young man's eyebrows are still black.

But those clear black and white, calm eyes of Shen Xiong were exactly the same as those remembered by Yan Zhaoge and others.

"I know I'm always late, especially this time, I'm late for hundreds of years." The white-dressed woman's neck gradually lost the strength to support her head, and her head drooped lower and lower: "But I promise this is the last time."

"Baichuan, I'm coming."

The voice finally became so low that it was almost inaudible until it was completely cut off.

And the white-dressed woman sat stiffly in the same place, lowered her head, and no longer had any breath.

Emperor Tongming Hu Yuexin, after all, died in a foreign space in this tributary of the Tianhe River.

In the light and shadow picture, her remains gradually changed, and there was light stretching from it.

The vitality broke out, and finally the figure disappeared, leaving only a sapling rooted in the original place, pulling out branches and leaves, and finally turning into a towering sacred tree.

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng stood in the same place, watching this scene, silent.

After a long time, the two of them bowed to the Canghua sacred tree together.

"Is that Emperor Youming?" Feng Yunsheng asked softly.

"Yes." Yan Zhaoge answered silently: "Yin Baichuan is the real name of the Youming Emperor. After he succeeded to the position of the leader of the Youming Holy Church, he changed his name to Yin Tianxia."

He turned his head and looked at Chen Qianhua with a cold look.

"Are you satisfied with this?" Chen Qianhua looked a little disgusted: "The unexpected is the greatest pleasure of life. What is the fun of things that have been known for a long time?"

Yan Zhaoge said coldly: "Some people and some things, how can you be happy with them? Who do you think you are?"