The Great Enlightenment

Chapter 294 Princess Aoli
The moonlight is flowing, the stars are shining, and countless bright white lights and shadows are all over the sky, which is extremely magnificent.

Ji Yuenian walked in the pitch-black void, walking between the desolate and desolate world, although there was a little bit of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't feel too much at a loss.

"Is it a dream?"

"But since I ignited the black heart fire and psychic karma fire hundreds of years ago, I have never really dreamed again."

"I think it should be that the cultivation base has improved in recent days, which touched the memory deep in the true spirit. The connection of the true spirit dragged me into the dreamland of the soul."

Thoughts swirled in Ji Yuenian's mind, but his footsteps never stopped, walking towards an unknown place in this bizarre dream.

There was silence between the heaven and the earth, except for my own footsteps, there was no other sound.

Click.

The very light cracking sound came to his ears, Ji Yuenian suddenly raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

A silvery-white clear stream emerged from the darkness. The cold stream gurgled past. There were several huge boulders standing beside the stream. Each boulder was engraved with densely packed small characters. Under the reflection of the moonlight, These small characters all have a faint white halo, which is extremely beautiful.

However, Ji Yuenian's eyes did not look at those boulders, but fixedly looked at the dark place beside the stream that had never appeared before, and his heart trembled slightly uncontrollably.

As the white awns spread, the darkness on both sides of the stream faded away. A girl about seven or eight years old was sitting on the ground by the stream, gesticulating something with her hands.

"Zhao Yinyue," Ji Yuenian murmured in a low voice, "In this way, this place should be a phantom of Yueling Remnant Realm."

The girl didn't seem to be aware of Ji Yuenian's existence at all. After finishing her work, she stood up by the stream, her cold eyes softened a little, and she said softly to herself, "Since leaving Zhaoming Mountain , It has been more than [-] years, and I don’t know when there will be creatures entering here.”

Ji Yuenian froze in place, as if he suddenly thought of something, a bone-chilling chill invaded from the depths of his soul, making his consciousness extra clear for a moment.

Click.

Another very soft cracking sound.

The world in front of me was completely distorted by the dense white light and shadow, and it was reorganized into another scene in an instant.

A handsome young man in a luxurious brocade robe fell to the ground with a terrified expression, pointed at the girl in a white dress by the stream with trembling fingers, and stammered, "Are you a ghost...a ghost or...a demon? "

Like an outsider, Ji Yuenian quietly looked at the somewhat familiar young man in brocade robe, and already recognized his true identity.

The old head of the Zhao family in Taichu, Zhao Xingyan.

Hearing Zhao Xingyan's words, the girl's icy eyes suddenly looked over, and there was boundless hostility in her pupils, and two noble and incomparable auras gushed out from her body, which made Zhao Xingyan unable to help but kneel down completely, Even the soul trembled subconsciously.

"Demons, ghosts, how can such lowly creatures be compared with me?" The girl gently raised her head, looking at the emptiness and darkness beyond the Moon Spirit Remnant Realm, "My father lives in Zhaoming Mountain by the East Sea, and his blood is extremely noble. It's..."

boom!
A beam of bright purple shocking thunder came from above the void, and struck directly in front of the girl in the white skirt, covering up all the words in her mouth.

The girl looked at the terrifying thunder that gradually dissipated in front of her, and there was a rare hint of sadness in her cold eyes, and she murmured: "That's all."

Click.

All the pictures were shattered, and in a very short time, another scene that made Ji Yuenian's heart tremble was reconstructed.

In an unknown place, countless brilliant white lights and shadows intertwine and scatter, faintly condensing the phantom of a snow-white nine-petal lotus platform. The power contained in this lotus platform is extremely terrifying, and just a little bit of it is enough to make Ji Yue Nian's eyes ignited the phantom of psychic karma to resist, and it was difficult to stand still.

Above the nine-petaled snow lotus, a piece of moon-white brocade was suspended, on which were densely embroidered hundreds of small characters, each word glowing with a magical and beautiful light white halo.

I don't know how long it took, the terrible pressure around Ji Yuenian's body dissipated, and he stepped out lightly, and appeared directly on the nine-petal lotus platform.

Ji Yuenian stretched out his sleeve robe, and gently took the moon-white brocade.

This is Zhao Yinyue's handwriting.

"If this is the case, it means that when you have practiced the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, and when the five aggregates are all empty, you will not lose the appearance of self, human, sentient beings, and longevity. It is called the empty appearance of all dharmas..."

"It is the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

After reading this, Ji Yuenian's true spirit trembled violently, apparently unable to bear the power of the scriptures.

Slightly closing his eyes, Ji Yuenian's thoughts in the depths of his mind became more and more confused, and he whispered to himself: "This sutra is called "Prajna Heart Sutra", and it comes from the same source as the "Great Compassion Mantra" I practiced. She was born of the blood of the true dragon of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, how could there be such scriptures?"

She refers to Zhao Yinyue.

The power of Yue Ling's remnant realm has long been exhausted. When destroying the sun's territory, [-]% of its power was refined into a "Snowfall Sword" by Zhao Yinyue, and the remaining power was to preserve this land. Nine-petal lotus stand and this "Prajna Heart Sutra".

"This is the last thing she can leave to me before she is annihilated." Ji Yuenian opened his eyes, and there was a rare confusion in his eyes. , even his mother, Goddess Xuanyin, and many creatures in Zhaoming Mountain near the East China Sea are chess pieces."

After improving his cultivation, not only did the mysteries in the depths of the soul's memory not decrease, but they became more unpredictable and frightening than before.

Putting away the Yuebai brocade, Ji Yuenian looked down at the huge nine-petal lotus platform under his feet.

If you want to break into the realm of divine spirit, you need to accumulate a phantom of the soul from the divine palace, and the quality of the foundation you need is the most important thing when you break through.

This snow-white nine-petal lotus platform is the foundation of Yunling left by Zhao Yinyue.

Nine is the extreme number, and such a miraculous foundation of Yunling spirit is rare in the world.

Although Zhao Yinyue has long been annihilated between heaven and earth, she has always owed Ji Yuenian a deep debt.

Princess Ao Li was burdened with karma like the sky, but she completely destroyed the foundation of Taiyi in the mortal world of "Zhao Yinyue" for 16 years. In the end, she could no longer face all this directly, so she chose no longer Resist fate, and walk away.

Even though Princess Ao Li fell, the unpredictable fate did not stop, but all fell into the depths of Ji Yuenian's true spirit.

The nine-petal snow jade lotus platform gradually shrunk, and dense white light and shadow intertwined on it, slowly imprinting into the center of Ji Yuenian's eyebrows.

Ji Yueqing closed her eyes, her long black eyelashes trembling slightly, an indescribable sense of desolation surged from the depths of her mind.

This is not her own emotion, but Zhao Yinyue's last sad and cold mood.

"Li'er let the mother down."

A cool female voice like the sound of heaven sounded in his ears, and Ji Yuenian suddenly opened his eyes, looking towards the place where light and shadow intersect tens of meters away in front of him.

In the illusory and distorted scene, a girl in a white dress walked out of the attic and knelt down in the direction of the East China Sea. Her fair forehead was dipped into the mud, and her long, jet-black hair fell down like a waterfall.

The mother in his mouth is the natural god in charge of the power of extreme yin, the incomparably noble goddess of Xuanyin.

This was the first time Ji Yuenian heard Zhao Yinyue's voice so authentically, and it was also the last time.

(End of this chapter)