Chapter 1255: Chapter 682: Beginningless Ignorance
A vast swirl of black and white, indistinguishable in outline, unclear in reality, the vividly red and purple wedding room suddenly solidified, and the candlelight dimmed, settling slowly without the slightest movement.
The two women holding wedding cups also froze in place, their faces retaining slight smiles, both were beauties, so the smiles appeared extremely natural, exactly as Chen Yi envisioned.
Almost... exactly.
Zhou Yitang suddenly made a move, leaving Chen Yi momentarily bewildered, only now regaining composure.
Min Ning and Qin Qingluo marrying the same person, and both marrying one person, was undoubtedly the best outcome after days of intertwining, there were bumps along the way, but ultimately it was achieved, everything developed in the direction they most desired.
At this moment, Chen Yi was taken aback, as the colors around him peeled away like fading over time, bit by bit. The entire wedding room seemed to enlarge, becoming desolate and eerie, with the frozen candlelight turning from yellow to white, giving off an ominous feeling.
Chen Yi was stunned in place, for an instant, it was as if he too became part of the World of Ignorance, melting into the infinite silence, turning into a walking corpse.
Cold sweat dripped from the side of his ear, only to freeze mid-air.
Zhou Yitang’s face immediately blurred, her usually cool demeanor showing a rare trace of unrestrainable anger, she intended to raise her hand, once more, to deliver a blow to awaken Chen Yi from this bewilderment.
Just then, at Chen Yi’s chest, an unexpected soft white light arose.
The light seemed to struggle out from inside his body, gradually condensing and stretching, forming a vague human shape.
The first to emerge was a delicate hand, completely enveloped in the pure white light, seemingly gentle, yet precisely stopping Zhou Yitang’s descending wrist. As soon as the white light made contact with Zhou Yitang’s wrist, there was no intense collision, but Zhou Yitang’s hand silently melted like heated ink, dissipating into wispy black smoke, merging into the congealed air around.
Shortly after, a female silhouette decisively emerged from Chen Yi’s chest.
She was entirely covered in pure white light, her form indistinct, as if assembled from the most flawless Glazed Light, her features unclear, save for a perpetual, subtle, and compassionate smile on her face.
She gently bent down, her hand lightly brushing Chen Yi’s frozen face, as delicately as touching a piece of fragile porcelain.
Many years ago, in the buried fragments of the sect’s ancient texts, she was once called... Purity Saintess.
And in front of this chaos that consumes all color and vitality, it was exactly Chen Yi’s loss of mind, his consciousness falling into the beginningless ignorance, just like he once saw the Imperial Army General Yang Chongwei.
Lost and confused, unaware of his whereabouts.
Everything he once held dearly, believed to be firmly within his grasp—the ideal wedding, the fulfillment of marrying the two women, even that precarious house that symbolized an ordinary warmth, under this illumination of ignorance, all was like the Buddha’s words: all conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, like dew or electricity, revealing their illusory nature at the moment of maximum fulfillment, at the brink of complete destruction, like the Heavenly Person experiencing decay at the peak.
Purity Saintess slightly turned her head, seemingly gazing through layers of palaces, far off towards Gaoliang Mountain.
A faint sigh of regret passed over her serene face, murmuring, "Gongsun Guan... what you wish for, I can also achieve. But you chose the wrong person... with his origins, he cannot be the Ming Venerable, never will be."
Her voice was ethereal, as if non-existent in this world, her words pausing briefly as if wary of being detected by those with keen hearing across miles,
"And I," Purity Saintess’s gaze swept subtly around, "I shall be."
Before the words fell, she used herself as a guide, forcibly opening Chen Yi’s nearly frozen Heart Lake.
An intangible but overwhelming Sword Intent was drawn from the depths of Chen Yi’s mind, buzzing and ringing, and with a flick of the Purity Saintess’s finger, any resistance vanished into smoke, the Sword Intent spread like liquid mercury, briefly merging within this thick World of Ignorance.
Sword Intent World and World of Ignorance seemed to become one, mutually integrated.
"Though not the Ming Venerable, yet a fine vessel."
Purity Saintess whispered softly, smiling,
"From now on, you shall be the World-Holding Bright Envoy."
Dots of white light descended from her body, scattering free, however, just as Purity Saintess gathered her final strength, preparing for the next crucial move, her actions suddenly halted.
On her face made of white light, which should know no joy or sorrow, unexpectedly appeared a ripple of surprise.
In this world of frozen time... something else was moving?
Another... blurry, wandering... ghost?
Beyond this dead silence that seemed to even freeze time, outside the wedding room, a ghostly figure was stealthily nearing.
Stupid girl Donggong Ruoshu tiptoed, like a cat preparing to steal food, quietly approaching the wedding room, still recalling Chen Yi’s last wedding scene. Back then, she could only awkwardly hide under the bed, watching helplessly, which infuriated her greatly.
Such a misery, she swore it would not happen again,
This time she would stand and watch!
Moreover, she’d planned ahead, waiting for Chen Yi to sleep, and then sit proudly at the table, sipping here and there, enjoying a midnight feast.
Thinking of this, Donggong Ruoshu instinctively patted her belly, sadly realizing ghosts have no stomachs, preventing her from knowing how empty she was.
Seeing the silence within the room, the candlelight through the crack of the door seemed motionless, she thought, surely everything was done, conveniently allowing her to act.
Donggong Ruoshu immediately glided forward, effortlessly entering through the door.
Yet upon entry, she froze abruptly, the scene before her completely unexpected.
"... Why are there three again?!"
Purity Saintess’s movements abruptly paused, her white light body slightly fluctuating, slowly turning towards the door, within the surrounding hundred-mile World of Ignorance, besides her, unexpectedly there was another... living being...
Or should it be said dead being?
There shouldn’t be anyone able to move.
In the next moment, another voice of surprise echoed: "And this time none are moving?"
Donggong Ruoshu, seeing no one responding, noticed Chen Yi, Min Ning, and Qin Qingluo were all motionless, their eyes not even twitching.
She scratched her head despite likely not feeling anything solid, further perplexed.
She floated a half-circle around motionless Chen Yi, then approached the expressionless Purity Saintess despite possibly not seeing her face, softly murmuring: "Huh? What kind of new game is this? Time suspension? But... why can I still move? And who are you? How can you also move?"
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