“Thirty days later…”

The girl in the azure dress slightly raised her eyes. Zhurong’s invitation carried no extraneous thoughts, only a hint of peace, even a sense of pity, as if she understood the person of the past, hoping that she could walk out of these memories. Not to abandon them, but to continue moving forward, not bound by memory.

Silently, it seemed that there was already a connection of energy. Although there were no other words, it was as if endless waves were surging, even the air here had been squeezed out. Although it was not said in detail, it seemed to have touched an incredible spiritual mechanism, involving incredible existences.

That Great Youzhu from the Nine Netherworld felt a tightness in his heart.

A kind of thought and emotion was being pulled up, even making it difficult to breathe.

His face turned pale instantly.

'This is not something I should be listening to.'

'This probably involves the most first-rate figures in the world.'

The girl in the azure dress had a cold temperament, but faintly showed a hint of listlessness, and said indifferently, "Thirty days later, what are we going to do?"

Zhurong's expression was gentle, and the energy around her was obviously different:

"To walk out."

"Walk out?"

The cold girl stretched out her hand, her fingers gently touching the waist-high weeds growing in this courtyard, facing Zhurong, whose face showed regret, and said indifferently, "I am different from you."

Zhurong muttered to herself, "Different?"

She shook her head and said, "There is no difference. All sentient beings should be like this, walking out from within."

"Fellow Daoist."

"Why be so attached?"

The girl in the azure dress suddenly smiled lightly. When she smiled, it was as if the moonlight flowed over, carrying a sense of clarity and brightness. Her eyes suddenly became gentle, and she smiled to herself, "In this world, one should let go, one should be liberated, one should see through attachments."

Zhurong said gently, "That's how it should be. People cannot exist in the past, and neither should gods."

"But, what if I insist on being attached?"

The girl in the azure dress lowered her eyes, cold, seemingly uninterested in chatting any further, and said indifferently as she walked away:

"If it cannot be, meeting again will only bring mutual suffering."

"Better to forget each other in the Jianghu." (martial world)

As the girl spoke, she had already gone far away, leaving only the last sound, which fell lightly, disappearing without a trace. The Great Youzhu from the Nine Netherworld was stunned, and then reacted, only to see that the girl had already gone far away. He first took a step forward, then quickly retracted it, bowed to the Fire God Zhurong, and then hurriedly rushed towards the girl.

On this side, in the courtyard, no longer the glory of the past, waist-high weeds burying the tombstone, Zhurong, wearing a dark red robe, lowered her eyes, standing in this wilderness of weeds, past, courtyard, and before the tombstone, her temperament seemed to blend into all of this, without distinction, lowering her eyes, her expression complex as she sighed:

"Better to forget each other in the Jianghu, that would be best."

She raised her eyes, carrying a hint of pity and regret:

"But, can you forget?"

………………

Can you forget?

This sigh did not use magic power, nor did it use Dao fruit, but it seemed to be able to resonate with the heaven and earth. It was the clouds in the sky lowering their eyes, it was the wind and the impact of the waves issuing a sigh, as if all things in heaven and earth were collectively dimming.

And this place is the South Sea, the place of reincarnation and rebirth in the South Sea is connected to the Nine Netherworld.

All the disturbances in the Nine Netherworld, even the slightest breeze or ripple, cannot escape the sight of the Candle Dragon illuminating the Nine Netherworld, cannot escape the Candle Dragon's insight. In the distant human realm, Wu Zhiqi was still feeling surprised and uncertain because of the Candle Dragon's sudden surge of intense killing intent, and Wei Yuanjun was even more puzzled.

She didn't understand, didn't understand the things of the past, didn't know the experiences that only those two knew.

Therefore, she didn't know why the Candle Dragon illuminating the Nine Netherworld suddenly brought up her parents' wedding thirty days later.

Why, after asking about her master's continued absence, did she continue to ask so abruptly?

Wei Yuanjun was a smart person, and she understood something almost instantly. Her face froze, she raised her head, looked at the Candle Dragon illuminating the Nine Netherworld, who had already restrained her aura, and murmured, "Master she... knows my parents, and, and..."

"She has always stayed next to the reincarnation formation on the shores of the South Sea, waiting for an old friend."

"She hasn't left for thirty thousand years..."

"Becoming a Reincarnation Heavenly Lord."

"Hasn't left, is, because..."

Wei Yuanjun couldn't speak.

The gray-robed man's expression was indifferent, and he muttered to himself, "Azure-robed Reincarnation Heavenly Lord?"

"She won't be anymore."

Wei Yuanjun felt a moment of relief in her heart, and subconsciously said, "Is senior going to help master solve the problem?"

Before the sound could fall, she saw the gray-robed man raise his eyes to look over, sarcasm in his eyes, seeing her eyes almost become vertical pupils, vaguely like dark clouds gathering in the sky, oppressively spreading down, with much wind and rain and thunder, contained but not revealed, carrying his hands behind his back, his tone was flat, indifferently saying:

"This is a demon of the heart, how can I break it?"

"The reason I say she will never have the position of Reincarnation Heavenly Lord in this life is because."

"The Dao fruit of Reincarnation has already been forged into a sword and sent out."

The gray-robed man carried his hands behind his back, his vertical pupils indifferently overlooking Wei Yuanjun next to him, his voice indifferent: "To congratulate your parents' wedding."

Wei Yuanjun's face turned pale instantly.

These last seven words were like seven thunderbolts, crashing down in her heart, making her see the appearance of her half-teacher, half-mother, the past long time spent together, those scenes, those faces, smiles, lowered eyes, like a clear sky, always occupying a corner of her memory, the azure robe, turned into these last seven words.

No longer exists.

Wei Yuanjun swayed, almost unable to stand.

The gray-robed man retracted his gaze.

That sword was not for the so-called wedding congratulations.

But to help Wei Yuan pass through the tribulation, to help him pass through the death tribulation. If it weren't for this sword, forming a sword formation, Wei Yuan would probably have returned to the past and arrived at the place of Houtu's dream, just like in the past, using the three-sword formation to forcefully confront the Yin-Yang Tribulation, encountering backlash, and meeting the Turbid World Great Lord after being severely injured.

In the end, he would lose an arm and die.

The Candle Dragon illuminating the Nine Netherworld naturally understood clearly.

But just now, her state of mind fluctuated after all, rippling in layers, saying those words that were the most impactful for Wei Yuanjun, almost breaking her current state of mind, finally lowering her eyes, sneering a few times, but also knowing her own considerations in another timeline.

She certainly wouldn't let the girl in the azure dress come.

Thinking that time can cut through all thoughts, but it seems that she was wrong.

The storm and oppression lingering in his vertical pupils gradually dissipated, he shook his head flatly, and stepped forward.

Without saying anything more, only the wind blew past, and he had already disappeared, no longer existing, not even leaving half a ripple of aura. Only Wei Yuanjun, who had lost her soul for the first time since coming to this world, stood there blankly.

The kindness of the living, the love of the rearing, clashed together at this moment.

Even she only felt confused, and scenes and sentences constantly emerged in her mind.

'Ten thousand years without moving, ten thousand years without shifting, and another ten thousand years, she has never turned her eyes to look at the mortal world.'

'I like you very much, um? Why? Does liking need a reason? Let me think, in that case, then it's the eyes, right? Your eyes are like a... a friend of mine in the past, an old acquaintance.'

'Why are you here, why are you looking at the Reincarnation Platform?'

'Naturally, I like this place, I like the South Sea, I like the traces left here.'

'I'm also waiting, maybe, that friend of mine is always a person who reincarnates and is reborn, his swordsmanship is superb, even if there is any great danger, he will not fall, his will is especially firm, even the Yin-Yang Tribulation may not be able to temper the obsession in his heart, perhaps one day, perhaps there is a trace of possibility, he will come back.'

'As long as he comes, so I will wait.'

'Teacher is really someone who misses old friends...'

The beautiful woman in green in her memory couldn't help but laugh when she heard what she said. She lowered her eyes to look at herself, looked straight into her eyes, her smile was so beautiful that she was a little absent-minded, and she murmured softly:

'Teacher is not a good person, maybe I will give him this soup to forget the past as soon as possible, let him forget everything in the past, forget those things, from now on, there will be nothing in his eyes, no living beings, only me.'

'Teacher, would you do that?'

'...Probably not.' The woman in green lowered her eyes and smiled:

'Because if that's the case, I won't be able to wave to him when he comes out.'

"Say a word, hi, long time no see."

"Wouldn't that be a pity..."

Wei Yuanjun's eyes closed, and a trace of pain appeared in her eyes.

"Teacher..."

Because she remembered.

In her other memory, in that changed future, her father stepped over Kunlun, met the Heavenly Emperor, inherited the power of Buzhou Mountain, swept across the world, became famous in one area, and even stepped into the depths of the Turbid World, fighting with the Turbid World Great Lord -

But he never set foot in the East Sea.

Did not go to see that woman in green.

Not even a glance.

"Thirty days later..., no, it's twenty days later."

Since coming to this era, Wei Yuanjun has been hoping to reverse the sorrow that her mother encountered in the past, hoping to allow that father to arrive at the Tushan clan on that day, and even she, at this time, felt something about to rise.

That kind of existence like an approaching storm made her breathing a little stagnant.

That day was already destined to be a turbulent day, and the general trend was about to rise.

She raised her eyes and saw A Xuan's figure and Feng Siyu rushing from the South Sea, already standing on the ruins of this Dragon Tiger Mountain, and Zhang Ruosu sighed. The ruins of this mountain still stood tall, as if shrouded in shadow, with the wind sweeping and running above the nine heavens, as if covering and swallowing everything.

Wei Yuanjun murmured, with more confusion:

"On that day, am I expecting you to come."

"Or hoping that you, don't come..."

But she didn't realize that when she sighed, faint strands of golden karma entangled her body, spreading upwards, spreading to an unknowable place. These strands of karma were initially weak and not real and stable, but later they became tough and real.

This process was accompanied by a slight tremor.

As if breathing.

As if accumulating.

Like some kind of existence sleeping in an invisible and unknowable place, is gradually becoming stronger, gradually stabilizing.

Until a certain node, it suddenly awakens.

ps: Today's second update...

Looking at it, there should be another chapter, lying down.

I must get this thing done within a month to a month and a half.