Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 532 Osmanthus Blossoms Like Shattered Gold

In the void of darkness, in the endless silence and stillness, when all hope is lost and despair is lost.

Someone lit a spark for her.

A radiant light shone from between Zhu Wuyao's brows; she saw the white dress and that gentle smile.

"I encountered a vicious dragon in the water, so I rode a boat and braved the waves to try and capture the dragon and take it away. The perch here are plump and delicious. When will I be able to travel with you, Ah?"

"I've heard that bandits have gathered in the mountains and forests, causing havoc in the area. Now that we've wiped out their stronghold and camp, next year we can fish, woodcut, farm, and live in peace and happiness. When will I be able to travel with you, Ah Yao?"

"The resentment here is deep. Later, I learned of the massacre of his family. Thirty years of injustice have been redressed today. I have heard the truth and dispelled the evil spirits. If there is an afterlife, I will live in a prosperous and carefree world. When will I be able to travel with Ah Yao?"

"The city gates are tightly closed, intending to trap and kill those afflicted with the plague. They tricked a medical cultivator into coming, offering him 30,000 spirit stones in compensation. I've heard that the city has a specialty called rice flower cake. When will I be able to invite him to visit?"

"I lodged in the woods and met a down-on-his-luck traveler. We drank fine wine together and thought of old friends. When will I be able to travel with Ah Yao again?"

"The demons are plotting a rebellion. The messenger was escorted on a long journey and was treated with a grand feast and honored as a distinguished guest. When will I be able to travel with A-Yao?"

"The earth shook and mountains trembled. Although there was a mountain-moving talisman, human strength has its limits. I was met with curses and resentment, hating me for not saving their relatives. Recently, disasters have been frequent, and I am worried and uneasy. When will I be able to travel with Ah Yao...?"

……

During her ten years of silence, someone, under the name of the Silent Taoist Master, traveled all over the country, witnessing the joys and sorrows of the world.

With a dot between the eyebrows as a guide and words carved on the stone as a link, Zhu Wuyao saw the mortal world that Ji Yuezhang had seen.

She heard the sound of prayers.

If there are true immortals in this world, please let the Daoist Master Wuyan become an immortal.

Countless mortals worshipped her or her as a deity. For ten, twenty, thirty years... she walked with her through the world and the mortal realm. In her silent years, she was still walking.

It has nothing to do with cause and effect.

A murmured prayer came from the corner.

Countless people silently prayed for peace.

The tiny sounds began to gather, like prayers and chants, drifting in from all directions and converging into a small river.

People lifted up this dying body, carrying it through countless shackles, over dust and fog, and shielded it from torrential rain and cold winds. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the world, and countless cries and laughter, they brought forth the true God in their hearts.

The Way of Heaven is the Way of Heaven for all living beings.

Is it possible to enter the Nascent Soul stage?

If all living beings agree, Heaven and Earth will naturally grant their request.

Zhu Wuyao's long-stagnant realm began to loosen its shackles. Taking the initial change in the order of heaven and earth as an opportunity, countless prayers quietly gathered, prying open a corner of the rules.

After ten years of seclusion, the suffering of humanity continued to surge like a raging storm in the ocean.

She reluctantly went with the flow, living in seclusion, afraid to face the common people, ashamed of her old friends. She dared not open her eyes to the suffering of all living beings, but Ji Yuezhang went to see her.

In the southern part of the city, a woman smiled faintly, a flower falling on her shoulder.

The osmanthus blossoms, like scattered gold, gild her body.

"Ah Yao, the osmanthus blossoms fall in the south, when will we stroll hand in hand again..."

The cloth strip that obscured the view broke and drifted away in the wind.

The ninefold tribulation lightning tempered her golden core, transforming her body and creating her nascent soul. The Heavenly Observation Technique began to operate, and life force surged within her body. The surrounding sea of ​​spiritual energy poured into her body, repairing her severely injured body and restoring her divine consciousness.

In the distance, and even further away, some people noticed that the cultivators here were undergoing tribulation and witnessed strange phenomena in the heavens and earth.

All eyes turned to them.

"The sword's aura roars, the autumn waters flow endlessly, fallen leaves drift in the wind, and the mortal world sings its praises—who is it?"

"is her."

"The fallen leaves did not die."

"It was Zhu Wuyao!"

Where is she?

"We only know that she is in the north, shrouded in the mundane affairs of the world, surrounded by endless noise, making it difficult to pinpoint her exact location. Go and find her quickly!"

……

Zhu Wuyao slowly opened her eyes, as if waking from a deep dream, on a bright autumn night.

After the torrential rain, the world was clean and free of dust and grime.

She slowly raised her hand, gently shielding her eyes, adjusting to the moonlight. Through the hazy light, she seemed to see the figure of an old friend, from over a decade ago, before she came here—

Ji Yuezhang once stood here, his figure now overlapping with hers.

A stone bridge was built connecting the two banks.

Perhaps Ji Yuezhang has also visited the places she once went. If time and space overlap, they may have met countless times and said goodbye countless times, gazing at each other from opposite ends of time.

The river surged, and the moon's reflection fell into it.

Is it illusion or reality?

If heaven and earth were turned upside down, who would be whose reflection?

Zhu Wuyao left a golden osmanthus imprint on his left hand and scooped up a bright moon's reflection from the river.

She held the moon in her arms upwards, and the moonlight burst forth like a dam breaking, pouring down and intertwining, reflecting and illuminating Zhu Wuyao's endless reflections as the light flowed. These reflections were of Zhu Wuyao in this world, in different timelines, making different choices—the price of "trying to catch the moon in the water."

There is no true creation from nothing in this world; the disappearance of each reflection represents the annihilation of an "unknowable" variable.

Until she is left alone, completely bound by cause and effect and destiny, even though there are countless possible paths in this world, her fate can no longer be changed; there is only a predetermined and unchangeable future.

It means trading countless possibilities for one's future in exchange for a satisfactory result.

Let us borrow the moonlight from the mountains and rivers for now, and give this illusory world to this life.

Zhu Wuyao hovered in mid-air, the moon reflected in a thousand rivers, and countless reflections overlapped beneath her. She looked at Shen Anzhi and said:

"Since you intend to let me enter the Nascent Soul stage, you should leave now, and our grudges will be settled."

Whether it was the decisive battle by the river bridge, or the opportune moment of a dramatic change in the workings of the Heavenly Dao, or even a single dot between the eyebrows, Zhu Wuyao guessed that Shen Anzhi had met Ji Yuezhang before, and that he had done it intentionally to help him achieve the Nascent Soul stage.

If war can be stopped, why must people fight to the death?

Unexpectedly, Shen Anzhi shook his head again and said:

"Junior Sister, my heart remains unchanged."

He still intends to kill Zhu Wuyao.

Thick fog billowed, and once again Zhu Wuyao's eyes were drawn up. Only then did she notice that Shen Anzhi's face was also covered with weariness. In these ten years, the mortal world had not only afflicted her.

At the same time, there was a resolute look in his eyes that could not be ignored even through the thick fog.

Let Zhu Wuyao know that Shen Anzhi's desire to kill her is not a joke, and that he will pay for her life is not a joke either.

He really didn't want to live anymore.

It's true... I wanted Zhu Wuyao to die with me before I died.

Slowly raising the bladeless sword, countless reflections simultaneously drew their own swords, pointing them at Shen Anzhi, at this stubborn and unyielding man. Zhu Wuyao said:

"If you don't explain, I'll assume you have no reason and just want to kill me."

As the words fell, Zhu Wuyao and countless reflections rushed into the mist, unleashing their swords from different directions and angles. This time, Shen Anzhi also showed no mercy.

The god's eyes blazed with fury, as if divine retribution had struck.

Zhu Wuyao's soul was unstable, and her spirit and body seemed to be in danger of separating. Her cause and effect were severed, and the sword intent she unleashed afterward appeared at this moment. She missed with her sword, and the mist took the opportunity to entangle her, putting her at a disadvantage.

Among the countless reflections of swords being drawn, there was one that struck precisely where Shen Anzhi appeared.

Therefore, Zhu Wuyao made a decisive move, abandoning his old body. The reflection of the sword that had been captured by the divine eye and cleaved through the air was instantly annihilated.

Above the reflection of Shen Anzhi that had been struck, it reappeared, reality and illusion inverted.