Chapter 288: [The Top of Death and Life] Patriarchs and Emperors

It's a dream.

Fairy Tramper opened her eyes and found herself standing in a vast wilderness, the clouds were scarlet, low and within reach. There were reeds growing all around, floating and drifting, and the reeds echoed with the sound of voices, some laughing, some crying, all soft, like the touch of water on the fingers of a gauze.

He walked on, stirring up the deep blue streams of fireflies in the depths of the reeds, and then he saw a magnificent, tranquil river, more magnificent than any great river he had ever seen before, but flowing extremely slowly.

There are a few flat boats floating on the river, and the ferryman's song comes from afar: "I have fallen into the abyss of thunder, and my limbs have become mud and paste. My skull has fallen into the sky, and my eyes have withered and my hair has been crushed into dust. My heart was eaten, and the red ants were glorious. They pecked at my belly, and the vulture was at a loss, but the soul came back."

Only the soul comes back, yesterday is like running water.

I think he was here when

Fairy Tramper looked around, everything looked familiar, but when she thought about it, her mind was empty.

"Hey, you."

Suddenly someone spoke behind him.

He glanced back, but saw nothing but streamers.

The voice was hazy and disembodied: "You go forward, I'm just ahead."

Despite the annoyance of being told what to do, he didn't hold back his curiosity and headed soberly deeper into the reeds where the fireflies were flying.

Soon he saw a crumbling mill, a small overgrown courtyard with a crooked mess of broken wood and shattered tiles, and in the very centre of the courtyard, on the dark graphite side, sat a man, his back to himself, staring up at the sky.

"Who are you?"

The man did not turn around immediately at the sound of his voice, but sighed, "I may be the one to go."

"Where to walk," he asked again, slightly manic and depressed, without waiting for the man's answer, "and where is this place?"

"The other side of the soul." The man said, "Do you see that river get on the raft and follow the waves all the way to hell."

""

"You will have to wait seven or eight years to be reincarnated, and a guard with an outflowing belly will measure your life's merits and demerits at the entrance. Those who have sinned deeply will be escorted directly to the eighteenth level of hell." Speaking of these after-death events, the man's tone remained gentle and mild, as if he was reliving some old events.

"The first level is called Nanke Town and inside there is a poor scholar who sells paintings, but he should not be poor now, I burned a lot of paper money for him afterwards. There's also the old man selling wonton, and further in, you'll come across a palace that was built by the Fourth Prince of the Ghost World, and yes, there's also a Shunfeng House"

"Nonsense." Fairy Tramper interrupted him impatiently, "What the hell are you trying to say"

The man was quiet for a moment and then suddenly asked, " Fairy Tramper, are you afraid of dying"

Fairy Tramper sneered, "What is there to fear."

"I used to think so too." The man said, "So I chose to kill myself by taking poison. I used to think I had nothing else on earth, that I didn't fear death."

After a pause, the man lowered his head.

"But I don't want to go nowadays. He's still in the world and I can't let him go."

With these words, the man leapt gently down from the graphite, from the dark shadows and around to the clear moonlight. The wind blew on the other side of the river of souls, and for a moment the drifting flakes were misty and the streamers gathered and dispersed.

Fairy Tramper's expression changed slightly: "It's you."

Mo Ran strode towards him, a dark hole in his heart empty of wind, his brow softened, his nose high, his face so well formed. He was not far removed from the man Fairy Tramper had first seen on Dragon Mountain, only now he seemed much more open, less bewildered and intimidated than he had been then.

"How do you"

"As you can see, I am not a living person."

""

"But for some reason, I don't seem to be too different from the others either; the first seven days have passed, but no black and white Wuchang has asked me to enter the hell. I've been wandering around here."

Fairy Tramper narrows her eyes slightly.

"You don't need to be nervous. My spirit core is in your body, so naturally I won't survive." Mo Ran turned his gaze to the vast Soul River and said softly, "But I don't want to leave either I want to go back."

After a few moments of silence, the Fairy Tramper suddenly twisted out a slightly grim smile: "Your spirit core is here, which means Hua Binan has succeeded, and I will soon be free to come and go as I please.

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Mo Ran.

Mo Ran turned his head and looked at him lightly, "Do you know who Hua Binan is?"

""

He walked towards Fairy Tramper, got closer, lifted his white light-emitting fingers and gently tapped Fairy Tramper between the eyebrows.

"Actually, it's useless to tell you. You've been tampered with by him, and there are many things that are not conducive to his manipulation of you that he will erase. But, since you still have a wisp of a conscious soul, you should at least remember some of it don't be so bewildered and ignorant to be manipulated."

I don't know why, but the moment Mo Ran touched him, Fairy Tramper suddenly felt a sharp pain in her skull, as if scattered pieces of debris were passing in front of her eyes at breakneck speed.

"What do you do?"

Mo Ran did not answer, but simply cupped his face and looked at him very quietly and somewhat sadly: "If only you could know the truth of everything."

"You."

"That way even if I go, I can go with some peace of mind."

Fairy Tramper gritted his teeth, "What truth, what nonsense, let go of me," he said as he furiously tried to break free of Mo Ran's trap, but his strength felt like it was being squandered on cotton wool, and his spell and legs and feet were passing through the translucent body of the man before him.

Mo Ran closed her eyes and sighed softly, "You know I really do want you to see what I've been through since I was reborn and would love for you to have all my memories."

"Perhaps it is because of the depth of my obsession that my soul has not been claimed and that I can see you here."

With that, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Fairy Tramper's.

"Turn back." He murmured softly, "Spare yourself."

Fairy Tramper shuddered at the words, which bore too much resemblance to those of Chu Wanning before he died in his previous life, but before he could vent his rage, a bloodstain flashed across his eyes.

He saw again the ghostly world of Heavenly Rift.

In the catastrophe that changed his life, everyone looked after themselves and cried out.

The Fairy Tramper floats like a paper kite, wandering in mid-air, the crowd crying at his feet, the stench of blood and severed limbs. Where is Shi Mei?

He could not find it, he could not find it, his heart was on fire he was furious Suddenly, he stopped.

Amidst the smoke, a familiar figure moved. Fairy Tramper swept past, and to his astonishment he saw that it was his teenage self. Unconscious and dying.

What's going on here?

As if to answer him, Fairy Tramper saw the scene change and someone picked up his tattered body as he crawled through a sea of bodies and blood.

Who is it

Whose bloody hands were those.

Who is the one who can't even crawl anymore, but still refuses to let go of him and tugs at him for dear life?

Fairy Tramper flew low to the ground as he circled around the two men, he stared at the bloodied, unrecognisable figure and at last he saw it clearly, but he was thunderstruck.

" Chu Wanning "

How is it possible? How is it possible?

In my ears, someone seemed to be howling in anger, and though the voice was distant, the man's anger was like a bayonet straight to his lungs. "The blood of the Long Steps is not yet finished, that is the way he will take you home", roared the voice

"The Kannon knot is twin, and as much as you are wounded, so is he."

"How can you say he didn't save you how can you say he didn't save you"

Chills all over the body.

Fairy Tramper's eyes snapped open, his eyes red as he stared at Mo Weiyu in front of him and said through clenched teeth, "What are you showing me that is so ridiculous?"

He had a monstrous rage, but the eyes he met made him leap.

Mo Ran gazed at him, those dark, quiet eyes actually moist: "I've done my best to give you all my memories."

"Who wants to see what you have done with him who wants to know what you have done since you were reborn you live and die, you fail Shi Mei you are nothing like this throne" he almost stormed, "who wants you to make yourself go away"

The fury that so many people were frightened by did not make a single ripple in Mo Ran's eyes.

Mo Ran looked at him, even pityingly, as he stood before Fairy Tramper, and from the corner of his robe a golden flame suddenly flared up, in which his nothingness melted away, little by little, into a little stream of fireflies.

"Actually, I don't need you to tell me that I should go."

"I used the power of my own soul to give you all my memories. This path goes against the grain, and I don't know what will happen to me in the end." At this point, Mo Ran paused and smiled, "Perhaps I will be disallowed by the six paths of reincarnation, or perhaps I will be condemned directly to the infernal hell."

""

"Thought of the best possibility." Mo Ran said, "Perhaps my soul could follow the spirit core and melt into your body."

Fairy Tramper didn't care what he said before, but when he heard this, his long eyebrows knitted together: "Don't even think about it."

Mo Ran looked at him with a smirk, "Are you afraid?"

"What is so terrible about this throne" Fairy Tramper, offended, narrowed her eyes, "but this body is mine and you will not take it."

Mo Ran sighed, "You just don't want to accept some of the facts."

""

"You don't want to accept some truth that I've admitted and you've turned a blind eye to."

"You shut up."

Mo Ran watched him calmly, the shadow fading faster and faster, spreading to his waist and stomach, his chest before disappearing, he raised his hand and tried to touch Fairy Tramper's sideburns. But Fairy Tramper took a step back in disgust as if she had been touched by something highly poisonous.

Mo Ran only smiled at this, but the golden light in his body suddenly surged towards Fairy Tramper's chest like a moth to a flame. Fairy Tramper felt a familiar power reviving inside him, a power so hot and fiery that it was like a molten stream under a rock.

This power was dear to him, yet extremely distasteful.

"You will not be able to fuse your soul with this seat."

"No one wants to go and I'm going to try my best to give it one last shot."

Fairy Tramper tends to rage: "Get the hell out of here"

But Mo Ran just stared at him, "I'm sorry. In the end, I'll have to fight you for this body."

""

"If only your nature could be restored."

"Be Mo Weiyu." Golden flames quickly burned to the ends of his fingers before engulfing the young, handsome face, "Don't be Fairy Tramper."

The words fell.

vanish in a puff of smoke

At the same time, the chamber of the Tianyin Pavilion was instantly illuminated by a blinding golden light, so bright that Shi Mei could not open his eyes for a moment. He raised the sleeve of his robe to cover his face, and it took a long time for the light to die down.

Shi Mei, who had never encountered such a situation before, suddenly waved off her sleeve and looked inside the ice coffin with a pale face

Suddenly he met a pair of eyes so dark they were purple.

Fairy Tramper sat up slowly from his coffin, his face icy white and his lips not yet bloodied. He looked as if he had been carved from cold jade and frozen by a fountain, even his black robe, embroidered with gold, was covered with a cold mist, and the light seemed to freeze on him.

Fairy Tramper raised his hand, his thin pale fingertips resting on the edge of the coffin, then he rolled his eyes and his gaze fell on Shi Mei.

""

Even though she knew she was his master, Shi Mei took a half step back under such a cold gaze.

"You," Shi Mei said with a knot in her throat, forcing herself to calm down, "are finally awake."

Fairy Tramper does not answer, his face is extremely shady and even more unpredictable than before.

He gasped, his back soaked in cold sweat, and the last smile of Patriarch Mo still loomed before his eyes He closed his eyes and tried to sense whether or not the unnecessary two souls and seven spirits had been added to his body, but it was clear that the answer could not be obtained by feeling.

Shi Mei stood by and, seeing the difference in his expression, put her hand on his forehead and mouthed a spell to calm Fairy Tramper's inner turmoil.

"Well," Shi Mei asked, after a round of the spirit-suppressing incantation, staring hard at his face.

Fairy Tramper did not answer immediately, but after a long time he lifted his hand and moved his five fingers, the well-manicured caps of his nails as if they were frozen ice, without a trace of blood.

He got up from the coffin.

"I seem to have had a long dream." Fairy Tramper opened her mouth, her voice hoarse, with these first words.

Shi Mei's eyes were wary: "It's all fake."

The emperor's black robe was like clouds and his golden silk was like water as he stepped out of his coffin with a somewhat gloomy expression, "I think so."

He stared at Shi Mei, and Shi Mei stared at him. After a long moment, Shi Mei whispered, "Do you remember who you are?"

""

A few moments of silence.

The cold, handsome man seemed to laugh lightly, his thin lips opening and closing, "Why don't you remember? Fairy Tramper Emperor, Mo Ran Mo Weiyu."

With a slight pause, he lowered his eyelashes and gave a lazy salute to Shi Mei, who was tense to the extreme: "I wish to serve my master."

Shi Mei's eyes seemed to flash with a hint of ecstasy, but he still did not dare to relax as he fished out a crystal from his Qiankun pouch. It shone with a greenish-blue glow and had a treacherous appearance, the strongest crystal used to test a cultivator's spiritual power.

With a knot in his throat and a certain eager anticipation, he walked over and handed the crystal to Fairy Tramper.

"Can you light it up?"

"" Fairy Tramper's eyes darted around as she glanced coldly at the stone and said slowly and deliberately, "Why should that be difficult?" As the words left his mouth, his fingers tightened and the meridians in his hands burst out.

In an instant, the most powerful spiritual flow in the world was poured into it, and the crystal instantly glowed brightly, not to mention that cracks appeared on its surface.

Shi Mei held her breath, her eyes fixed on the stone, and did not move for half a moment.

The stone burst into pieces between Fairy Tramper's pale, slender fingers, and was then shattered by the fierce spiritual force.

become ash

"That's nothing," Fairy Tramper sneered with a casual pinch of powder between her fingers, "not to be played with."

With a sudden sigh of relief, Shi Mei took a few steps backwards and sat down on a stone bench almost as if out of breath.

Is this the strongest battle power on earth now, at last, back in his possession?

Shi Mei could not hold back, the trembling became violent from subtle to violent, and the ghostly light in the stone room reflected on his magnificent face, whether ecstatic or relieved the light wavered, shining not so clearly, even treacherously.

It was a long time before Shi Mei buried her face in her hands and murmured in a low voice: "Mother, did you see that I did it?"

Suddenly, as if in a frenzy, he rose abruptly and shouted, almost at the top of his voice, towards the empty walls, towards the stone room where there was no one but him and Fairy Tramper, "Did you see that?"

No one answered him, and he laughed out loud in the silence of the chamber, and as he did so, tears fell from his eyes, golden tears.

It is identical to the former butterfly-boned beauty, Xi Song Qiutong.