Chapter 49: Journey in the Mountains and Rivers (III)-part 1

After a long time, the inexplicable force that had brought the shackles gradually dissipated, and the pain in the soul subsided.

Sui Ning opened her trembling eyes, and the cold pine scent permeated her nose, mixed with a hint of blood.

She quickly withdrew from Xie Changzhao’s arms, and as she had expected, there were several bloodstains on his cold white face, and his white robe was cut open, with threads of blood seeping through.

“Jianzun, you’re injured!” Sui Ning anxiously wanted to heal him, but his warm and cool hands held her back and gently grasped her hand.

Xie Changzhao shook his head, his expression gentle. “It’s okay, Ningning, don’t worry.”

The clear and pure spiritual energy dispersed, and the wounds on Xie Changzhao’s body gradually stopped bleeding, and the cuts on his face quickly healed.

Sui Ning breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good.”

She looked around; the architectural style was peculiar, somewhat resembling the Western fantasy style of her time. The white curtains swayed in the wind, and Hanbai jade columns stood at the four corners of the hall, with white stone tiles on the floor and walls with strange patterns carved on them.

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Xie Changzhou’s face was cold and solemn, with a solemnity in his warm and gentle eyes. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his body emitted an extremely low pressure.

Sui Ning trembled and asked, “Jianzun, who is she?”

Xie Changzhou’s expression was complicated as he whispered, “The ancient goddess, YanHeng.”

Her face was veiled, and she rode a phoenix carriage. But these two things alone confirmed her identity. She was the goddess Yan Heng.

At this point, the system came online and said, “[Host, that’s the goddess Yan Heng. The response from the Book transmigration agency was that there were no abnormalities and the world’s progress was normal, so it’s probably just a coincidence that she looks very similar.]”

Sui Ning was still inexplicably panicked, her hand hanging down and trembling slightly. A sense of inexplicable palpitations made her feel uncomfortable all over.

She looked at the woman in the painting, and in her soul, she felt a violent tug, as if something was calling her.

A lightly trembling hand was held, and Sui Ning looked up in panic. Xie Changzhou’s gaze was gentle, with a comforting meaning in his eyes.

“Ningning, don’t be afraid.”

Sui Ning’s pounding heart slowly calmed down, and she held his hand back, trying to calm her own chaotic breath.

It was really eerie. Even if it was just a pair of eyebrows and eyes, the painting was so lifelike that it depicted the goddess’s features perfectly.

She had looked at her own face for twenty years, and no one in the world was more familiar with herself than she was. Those eyebrows and eyes were clearly hers.

When her breathing stabilized, Sui Ning spoke slowly: “Jianzun, where are we?”

Xie Changzhou’s indifferent gaze swept around, and he said lightly, “The palace of the goddess, Tianzhi Yixian.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, and her soft voice became somewhat low. “Weren’t we supposed to go to where the beast is? Why did we come here?”

They had entered the beast’s consciousness. What was the relationship between the beast and the goddess? The goddess had been dead for eighty thousand years, and yet they had been transported back eighty thousand years in a single morning.

Furthermore, why did the beast’s soul appear here eighty thousand years ago?

“The beast was once the mount of the demon god, eighty thousand years ago.”

Xie Changzhou’s gaze fell on the mural, and Yanheng’s eyebrows and eyes were cold, which was completely different from Sui Ning.

Sui Ning was like a little sun, never showing such a look.

He met Yanheng’s eyes and whispered, “In the battle between gods and demons, Yanheng burned her own divine soul and demon to ashes.”

Sui Ning was stunned and said, “So we were sent back 80,000 years ago?”

Xie Changzhou nodded. “Yes, but I don’t know exactly which time period was 80,000 years ago.”

“So how are we going to kill the beast? Didn’t we say that we can only truly kill it by entering its sea of consciousness and killing its soul?” Sui Ning asked.

“Ningning,” Xie Changzhou turned around, his slender eyebrows distant and refined, “Although I don’t know why the true soul of the beast will appear 80,000 years ago, it was during the battle between gods and demons, and…”

He paused, and his voice suddenly became cold. “In the sea of consciousness, the owner of the sea of consciousness is the god. Our realm will be suppressed to below the owner’s cultivation level.”

Suining didn’t notice because his cultivation level was not high enough, but Xie Changzhou keenly sensed that his cultivation level was suppressed to only the level of Mahayana when he just entered the beast’s sea of consciousness.

Sui Ning understood, “So we can’t let the beast notice us, otherwise our cult

Xie Changzhou’s gaze fell on the mural, and Yanheng’s eyebrows and eyes were cold, which was completely different from Suining.

Suining was like a little sun, never showing such a look.

He met Yanheng’s eyes and whispered, “In the battle between gods and demons, Yanheng burned his own divine soul and ghost to ashes.”

Suining was stunned and said, “So we were sent back 80,000 years ago?”

Xie Changzhou nodded. “Yes, but I don’t know exactly which time period was 80,000 years ago.”

“So how are we going to kill the beast? Didn’t we say that we can only truly kill it by entering its sea of consciousness and killing its soul?” Suining asked.

“Ningning,” Xie Changzhou turned around, his slender eyebrows distant and refined, “Although I don’t know why the true soul of the beast will appear 80,000 years ago, it was during the battle between gods and demons, and…”

He paused, and his voice suddenly became cold. “In the sea of consciousness, the owner of the sea of consciousness is the god. Our realm will be suppressed to below the owner’s cultivation level.”

Suining didn’t notice because his cultivation level was not high enough, but Xie Changzhou keenly sensed that his cultivation level was suppressed to only the level of a great vehicle when he just entered the beast’s sea of consciousness.

Suining understood, “So we can’t let the beast notice us; otherwise, with our suppressed cultivation, we will have no chance of winning against it.”

“We can only look for an opportunity to kill it when its soul is weak.”

Xie Changzhou nodded in approval, saying, “Ningning is wise.”

That was the plan.