NFBE Chapter 618: Three Questions of the Heart
Chapter 618: Three Questions of the Heart
The moment Yun Yao and Chu Mochen stepped into the Heart-Searching Hall, they seemed to be dragged into a deep and boundless vortex of time and space by a pair of invisible hands. The light and shadows around them intertwined, as if the world was rapidly changing, and it was like the raging waves of the long river of time surging before their eyes. When everything gradually calmed down, they were already in a dreamlike but real fantasy that made people shudder.
Red Dust Pass: Worldly obsession, no regrets in choice
Yun Yao only felt a flash of light in front of her eyes, and the familiar smell of disinfectant, the pale lights in the hospital corridor, and the figures of hurried medical staff all came to her like a tide. She, Su Yao, a modern urban surgeon, dressed in a white coat, was busy between the operating room and the ward all day. In the early morning, she rushed to the hospital in the dim light of dawn, and in the middle of the night, she dragged her tired body home accompanied by the cold moonlight. Although life is dull, there is also the satisfaction of saving the dying and the wounded, the occasional laughter and jokes among colleagues, and the hazy vision of the future.
However, in these seemingly ordinary days, she always felt that there was an empty space in her heart. In her spare time, she looked out the window at the busy traffic and the high-rise buildings, but she felt a sense of loss inexplicably, as if she had lost something vital and was adrift in this prosperous world. During the charity clinic organized by the hospital, she saw people in remote mountainous areas who were suffering from poverty and disease, their eyes full of helplessness and expectation. At that moment, she felt a strong sense of mission in her heart, and wanted to do her best to change all this, but she felt that it was a drop in the bucket with her own strength.
At the same time, in another illusion, Chu Mochen was wearing a dragon robe and sitting high in the cold Golden Palace. In the court, the ministers knelt and shouted long live the emperor, but there was only endless loneliness and indifference in his eyes. He is the emperor above thousands of people, his words are law, and he controls the life and death of the people of the world. Every day he faces mountains of memorials, weighs the forces of all parties, and decides the military and political affairs that concern the country's destiny. In order to stabilize the country, he had to be ruthless and decisive. Gradually, the once passionate boy was tempered by time and power into a cold-faced god of war, who made people fear, but also made people dare not approach.
He had three thousand beauties in his harem, but they were all pawns in a marriage alliance to balance the power of the court. At night, strolling in the imperial garden, the moonlight was like water, sprinkling on his shoulders, but his heart was colder than the night. Occasionally, he looked up at the sky and couldn't help asking himself, is this supreme power really what he wanted all his life? Is his life going to be spent in this deep palace and court disputes, until he turns into a pile of yellow earth and is buried by the torrent of history?
However, the threads of fate are quietly intertwined. When Yun Yao tried her best to rescue the injured on the operating table, and when Chu Mochen pushed forward the new policy in the court, although they were in different time and space, they both showed the same tenacity and responsibility. At this moment, time and space seemed to have a subtle tremor, like a resonance across dimensions.
Suddenly, a sharp pain like an electric current passed through Yun Yao's mind, pulling her back from the illusion of "Su Yao" life. She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw the mist lingering in the Heart-Searching Hall, and Chu Mochen, who was also confused, but with a hint of enlightenment. The two of them met each other's eyes, and without words, they saw determination in each other's eyes. They raised their hands at the same time, tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the cold light flashed, and the sword rang, as if declaring war on this illusion that tried to confuse them.
“I never regret meeting each other.”
Although the words were light, they seemed to have a great force, echoing for a long time in this silent palace. With this announcement, the illusion of the world before him shattered like bubbles and dissipated into nothingness, leaving only a faint aftertaste of melancholy in the air.
Daoxinguan: The temptation of heaven, stick to your original intention
The illusion changed again, as if chaos had just begun. A blinding light descended from the sky and transformed into an extremely majestic figure. This person exuded a sacred and inviolable aura, and was actually the incarnation of the way of heaven.
Tiandao looked at Yun Yao with a stern gaze, and as soon as he opened his mouth he threw out a temptation that was enough to shock people's hearts: "Yun Yao, as long as you give up resistance and submit to me, I will allow you, Chu Mochen, to become the supreme master of the world of cultivation. From then on, you can command the heroes, control the universe, and be admired by thousands of people. You two can stand hand in hand at the pinnacle of this world of cultivation, overlooking all living beings, and enjoy endless glory and immortality." The voice was like a huge bell, which set off a storm in Yun Yao's heart.
Yun Yao raised her eyes, her gaze as firm as a rock. She looked directly into Tiandao's eyes that seemed to see through everything and sneered, "Do you think what I, Yun Yao, seek is worldly power and vanity? If Chu Mochen relies on external forces to reach the top, loses his original heart, and becomes a puppet of power, how can I want to see this? He and I have been together all the way, experiencing life and death, and all I want is to stick to the right path and protect fairness and justice in this world, not this twisted path to 'Supreme' that you talk about." Every word was loud and clear, like a sharp blade that cuts through the dense web woven by Tiandao's pressure.
Tiandao snorted coldly, and turned his gaze to Chu Mochen, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone: "Chu Mochen, if you submit to me, I can ensure that Yunyao will have a smooth life, away from disasters, and enjoy eternal peace under my protection. She doesn't need to run around and toil in this bloody world of cultivation, and endure hardships. Can you bear to see her fall into desperate situations again and again, and get hurt all over for the so-called justice?"
Chu Mochen heard this and clenched the black ice knife in his hand. The frost on the handle seemed to condense thicker because of his anger. He glared and shouted loudly: "If the way of heaven is unfair, abuses power for personal gain, and treats the people like ants, I would rather stand shoulder to shoulder with Yun Yao, crush the sky and reshape the world, and never bow to your narrow-minded way of heaven! What I want is to work hand in hand with her and use our strength to create a real light for this world, rather than to live in peace and compromise under your shadow." After speaking, the knife energy was surging, as if to split the darkness in this illusion together.
Seeing this, Tiandao's face was gloomy, like an angry god. The surrounding space began to tremble violently, the wind and clouds changed color, and lightning and thunder roared. But Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were not afraid at all. The two stood side by side, with spiritual power surging around them, like two war gods, standing still in the center of the storm.
Just as the Heavenly Dao was about to punish her, Yun Yao suddenly had an idea. She remembered a clue her mother had left in her memory, which was a few words about the ancient secret technique of the Yunhua Sect. She quietly pinched the magic formula, and a mysterious and gentle power surged from her palm, turning into a layer of light curtain, covering her and Chu Mochen. This light curtain seemed to contain some kind of power that was contrary to the rules of the Heavenly Dao but coexisted harmoniously, and it actually blocked the pressure of the Heavenly Dao.
"Hmph, do you think this little trick can stop me?" Tiandao shouted angrily, increasing his spiritual power output, trying to break through the light curtain.
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other, and saw the determination in each other's eyes. They were in tune with each other, and at the same time, they injected their spiritual power into the light curtain without reservation. For a moment, the light curtain shone brightly, as if a bright sun rose in this dark illusion.
Under the illumination of this light, Tiandao's figure gradually became illusory, as if being burned by this pure power. Finally, with an unwilling roar, Tiandao's phantom dissipated, leaving only silence, like the peace after a storm.
Cause and Effect: The truth behind the extermination of the family, tracing the origin of the spiritual vein
When the dust settled, the illusion did not end, but fell into a deeper silence. The clouds slowly dispersed, and a huge mirror seemed to emerge from the void. Light and shadow flickered on the mirror, and gradually a series of thrilling pictures emerged.
That was the heyday of the Yunhua Sect a thousand years ago. The sect was filled with disciples, spiritual energy was dense, and the palaces and pavilions were scattered in an orderly manner, like a fairyland. Yun Yao's mother, the leader of the Yunhua Sect at the time, was graceful and elegant, wearing a white dress that was whiter than snow. Her eyes were full of wisdom and compassion. She discussed the sect's major issues with the elders in the palace, creating a peaceful and prosperous scene.
However, the scene suddenly changed, darkness surged like a tide, and demonic shadows raged. The Burning Heaven Palace colluded with the other five major sects, like a group of evil spirits crawling out of hell, surrounded the Yunhua Sect with endless greed and murderous intent. A shocking war broke out, with shouts of killing and the sound of spiritual power colliding, shaking the heaven and earth.
Yun Yao's mother led the disciples of Yun Hua Sect to fight desperately, but two fists could not beat four hands. As the disciples fell one by one, the defense line gradually collapsed. At this critical moment, the mother looked at Yun Yao in the cradle, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. She resolutely performed the forbidden secret technique of Yun Hua Sect - the division of the spiritual vein. She danced with her hands, and complex runes appeared in the air. In the shining light, the spiritual vein in her body was divided into two. Half of it was with a soft light, slowly merging into Yun Yao's blood, laying the foundation for her future practice; the other half turned into a stream of light, sank into the distance, and disappeared.
The scene changes again, and the young Chu Mochen is in the palace, and is suddenly struck by an inexplicable heavenly tribulation. Just as he is on the verge of death, the half of the Yunhua Sect's spiritual vein seems to have sensed something, and descends from the sky, merging into his body, saving his life, but also leaving a mark on him that is connected to Yun Yao's fate - the substitute tribulation array pattern.
Seeing this, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were both shocked, and many of their past doubts suddenly became clear at this moment. It turned out that their fates had been tightly intertwined for thousands of years. Every time they shared life and death, every time their spiritual veins resonated, it was not accidental, but a causal bond that spanned time and space.
Yun Yao gently stroked her chest, where it seemed as if the warmth left by her mother was still flowing, tears flashed in her eyes: "Mother, for me, you gave up your spiritual veins and endured so much suffering... Your daughter will live up to your expectations, revive the Yunhua Sect, and protect the righteousness of this world."
Chu Mochen also clenched his fists and looked into the distance, his eyes revealing determination: "From today on, Yun Yao and I will share the same breath and destiny. I will shoulder the responsibility of this spiritual vein with her. Whether it is the Burning Heaven Palace or the Heavenly Dao behind the scenes, anyone who dares to stop us from protecting the road of justice will pay a heavy price!"
As the oath fell, the mirror slowly dissipated, and the illusion around them melted like ice and snow. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen found themselves back in the center of the Heart-Searching Hall. The spiritual power flowed through their bodies, as if they had experienced a baptism, their spiritual veins became more resilient, and their minds became more transparent. At this moment, they were ready to face the next unknown challenge, for the inheritance of the Yunhua Sect, for the fairness and justice of this world, and for the way they adhered to in their hearts.