Chapter 1192: Chapter 648: Light Candle Land (Triple Bonus Chapter 2)
Gaoliang Mountain indeed treated them as honored guests, but being stranded in a foreign place, it was hard not to feel uneasy, all the more since Chen Yi had been gone for quite a while now, still not returned, with not a single word sent back, and that Saintess Zhu E had only met them once before and then never come again, leaving just the few of them here.
Yin Weiyin’s gaze drooped slightly; she knew Chen Yi was, for the time being, not treating her as the First Lady, yet their Dual Cultivation still had to be put on the agenda sooner or later, it couldn’t be delayed any longer, otherwise with only her and Lin Wanxiao here, two women, how were they supposed to dual cultivate—rub mirrors or something?
Thinking of this, not-so-distant memories floated up, and her heart inexplicably gave a jump.
Her mind slipped for a moment, and she recalled that incident on Dragon and Tiger Mountain, with big and small tigers sandwiching Chi Long...
In short, there are methods of taking yang to supplement yin, and methods of taking yin to supplement yang, but there is no such thing as taking yin to supplement yin.
Yin Weiyin calmed her mood, eyes turning slightly; speaking of it, it was one thing not to see Chen Yi, but even that annoying Donggong Ruoshu was nowhere to be seen, which inevitably made one worry.
Their Divinations might look stable, but who knew whether they had been interfered with.
Could it be they’d been caught by that ferocious, evil-looking female Prince?
Thinking of Chen Yi’s nature of always reaching into the fire for chestnuts, that trace of worry in Yin Weiyin’s heart deepened a bit.
Anyway, no matter what, it was absolutely impossible that he had forgotten she was here.
Just then, she felt something, and suddenly raised her head to look toward the northeastern sky.
She saw an unusually bright streak of radiance, like lightning ripping open the night, cutting across the firmament at an inconceivable speed, streaking toward the horizon.
The brilliance was so intense that, for a moment, it lit the dim sky as if it were broad daylight.
"Light Candle Land?!"
Yin Weiyin’s beautiful eyes were filled with astonishment; well-read as she was, she immediately recalled the records in ancient texts about this rare celestial phenomenon: stars fall like rain, the large ones like jars, the small ones like cups, their light dazzling the four quarters, illuminating the land as day—this is called "Light Candle Land", a sign of a violent upheaval in heaven and earth’s qi; it might conceal great misfortune, or hide great fortune.
Yin Weiyin looked up at the sky, but did not move; Zhou Yitang’s earlier warning still echoed by her ears—if it wasn’t her destined fortune, she need not be tempted.
However, where her gaze fell, the halo grew ever brighter, ever more intense, and the trajectory of that meteor was bizarre; what shook her heart and mind even more was that the meteor, dragging a long tail of light, in the instant it was about to sweep past the sky above her head, its speed actually seemed to...
Suddenly slow down?
As if being pulled by some invisible force.
The light was no longer blinding; instead, it became gentle and mellow, like flowing moonlight, and at the core of the meteor, it was as though there was a mass of indescribable light, suffused with an ancient Dao rhythm...?
"Touch it."
Yin Weiyin jolted, wanting to seek the source of the voice, yet could not find it.
She fixed her eyes on that halo, a throbbing rising in her heart again and again; it felt almost instinctive, and she faintly sensed that within that glow, there seemed to be countless subtle, profound voices calling and whispering, as if spanning the endless river of time.
As if driven by ghosts and gods, Yin Weiyin stretched out her white, jade-like hand, gently reaching toward that slowly flowing, gentle radiance, attempting to touch the meteor’s core...
Just as her fingertips were about to brush that mild light—
Hum!
Without the slightest warning, that seemingly gentle glow suddenly erupted with unimaginable blazing brilliance, like the first rise of the great sun, magnificent and impossible to behold directly.
The searing white light instantly drowned out Yin Weiyin’s startled sight, swallowed her arm, engulfed her whole body, swallowed the rock beneath her feet, the trees around her, the mountains before her...
In her perception, the entire world was reduced to a single pure, vast, boundless... mighty expanse of white, and then turned dark.
............
Chen Yi drew his sword from its sheath and paced about, his mind momentarily adrift.
The scene before his eyes looked like the streets and alleys of Dragon Tail City, walls, corners, and roof tiles crisscrossing, yet there was not a single person anywhere.
Everywhere he looked was a deep, heavy silence; even though Chen Yi’s Martial Arts Realm was not low, his eyes and ears taking in all directions, he still couldn’t detect the slightest movement.
With such a drastic change, Chen Yi suspected this was some kind of Array at work, or some kind of Illusion Realm.
"Where is this place, old thing?"
Chen Yi calmed his heart and asked inwardly, but within Square Land there wasn’t the slightest ripple; the Old Saintess, as always, gave no answer.
All around was utterly soundless, so eerily quiet that Chen Yi had no intention of playing the riddle game with her anymore; he reached straight toward Square Land, etiquette first then force—even if he had to subject her to strict interrogation, he was going to get an explanation out of her.
His hand reached into Square Land and, a moment later, paused slightly.
The Old Saintess was gone?
Chen Yi’s pupils shrank.
Everything else in Square Land was still there, but that damned old thing alone, person and cauldron together, had vanished without a trace.
All along, Chen Yi had gotten used to the Old Saintess playing the "ring grandpa" role inside Square Land, and had never considered such a situation could occur.
"This never happened before..."
Chen Yi gathered up his shock and quickly adapted to the current circumstances; after thinking briefly, he murmured:
"There’s no way I’m the only one here."
If he remembered correctly, a mass of gloomy, smoke-like mist had rolled over back then, swallowing him first, then Qin Qingluo whom he was shielding, and as for Yang Chongwei and the others, they had already been swallowed up altogether earlier.
The urgent task now was to find Qin Qingluo first; the thought had just arisen in Chen Yi’s mind when he lifted his sword and dashed swiftly through the streets and alleys, and before long, he ran straight into a tall figure—Qin Qingluo herself.
Chen Yi halted, and the Princess almost stopped at the same time; they exchanged a look, wary yet hesitant.
