My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1299: Chapter 715: Ming Venerable (Double-Length)

Immersed in this aura that seems capable of cleansing the soul, Chen Yi feels neither discomfort nor fear; rather, there is a strange sense of peace.

He stands before the open temple door, as if hearing the drip-drip sounds of water from days long past.

The days are so long.

Years pass in an instant.

Reflecting on the past makes one feel as if it was so long ago, and thinking back, the girl who decisively burned all silver notes in Yintai Temple is so distant now; she was once a princess fallen into adversity, but now she has become his wife.

The past events are gone, if not for deep wounds, Chen Yi never cared much for them; indeed, he is a person who bears grudges, but since they are in love now, he should love well.

The resentment from his past life’s death is still remembered by Chen Yi, though he occasionally uses it as a reason to bully or even humiliate her, but water wears down stone, slowly, and all of it seems to fade into dreams and illusions.

The past events are all gone.

Even the scattering of Instant Flowers is the same.

Just as love will not keep grudges alive, Chen Yi does not want to leave such sadness in his heart; he intends to treat Little Fox well, indeed, among many women he cares most for her, her pillow talk is always effective, but all this is due to their current love.

Indeed, because Little Fox fits his heart’s desire, he likes her, and she depends on him, he cares for her so much.

The aura enveloping Chen Yi flows with warmth into his heart, as if light comes from outside, and where he stands, his mood is serene like never before.

He is now capable of loving her enough, the past has become irrelevant, no need to mention it again, living well in the present is all that matters.

But in the quiet deep of the night, listening to the even breathing of the girl, occasionally trembling shoulders bathed in soft light, he cannot help but recall the past.

Many details are blurry, yet Yin Tingxue’s helplessness, wandering amid sadness seeps deeply into his heart, ever since Yin Tingxue treated him like a mother, deeper and deeper.

This is not the husband’s pain for hurting his wife, but more like the guilt of a mother betraying her child.

Some days, when the sky is clear and bright, the sun is just right, she sits warmly basked on the imperial concubine’s couch, and Chen Yi would feign casually bring this up,

"Back then, Little Fox, what were you thinking, crying so hard? Think about it, how could I ever fall short for you?"

Indeed, he never actually shorted her in life, and upon seeing her frowning, would utter shameless words.

"What, unhappy? Look, now you’ve come to know the taste, understand comfort."

Yin Tingxue would only shake her head gently, always mumbling a few words, she never had a way against him, if he brings up the past, then let it be if it makes him feel better.

Seeing her not respond, Chen Yi wants to take her out for a stroll, just casually walk anywhere,

"Come, what a nice sunny day."

So they go out, walk around everywhere, then a few sticks of candied hawthorn, some miscellaneous books, some small jewelry, makes Yin Tingxue happy for a whole day.

Chen Yi always feels like he has been so very good to Yin Tingxue, but at this moment, he is also healing his own wounds.

Indeed, what he does for the girl not only affects her but leaves a scar somewhere in his own heart.

Like a mother who once abandoned a child, and upon finding the child again, buys many candied hawthorn for her, even if speaking words of discipline, inside, tirelessly compensating.

The temple doors open further, more light floods in, a silent and objectless World of Ignorance seems to suddenly stir with a clear breeze, blowing outward.

Yin Tingxue looks blankly at this, halos settling at the tips of her hair, casting a layer of soft gold.

Is he praying to Ming Venerable in a moment of enlightenment?

Yet, as the aura extends, the sight does not seem like light coming from the temple; instead, it’s like it stems from him, the halo not rising high but gently descending, merging into him.

Light increasingly illuminates this World of Ignorance, the dark sky gradually brightening into gold; front, back, left, right, all is silent.

Yin Tingxue is at a loss, she has seen such a spectacle, then she opened the door, the light also enveloped her, but it was fleeting, this time, it’s gradually embraced upon him?

Around is deep silence, inch by inch the World of Ignorance being scattered into the halo, a scene hard to imagine, Yin Tingxue did not expect there would be such changes once Chen Yi pushed open the temple door, only vaguely feeling that shadow in the light growing increasingly familiar.

...Ming...Ming Venerable?

Just as the thought arises.

Light inclines further toward her direction, becoming warmer, not shining from the temple, but emanating from him, a golden sun seemingly rising from the Heart Lake, its golden glow illuminating with endless ripples.

She sees the figure within the light slowly turn, eyes opening wide.

And behind her,

From the depths of endless darkness, comes a soundless yet earth-shaking scream and roar.

.........

Gaoliang Mountain.

The white light traversing the heavens not only does not dissipate but grows fiercer and more rampant, as if about to ignite the entire frozen world.

In the originally dead silent World of Ignorance, a fierce wind suddenly surges, howling over the mountains, all Gaoliang Mountain’s trees also wildly dance in the wind, their branches and leaves emitting a tide-like lament.

In the grand hall, Gongsun Guan slowly stretches his hand, feeling the movement of the wind, his clothes swaying with it, resembling an Immortal in the world.

Gale pours in through the wide-open hall doors, yet the lamp of the Everlasting Lamp inside does not flicker out with the wind; instead, it bursts into dazzling firelight, burning even more vigorously, flames stable and sacred, casting everyone’s shadows long upon the walls.