Chapter 309: Master of Tianji Pavilion (58)
No matter how the emotions in his heart surged, Song Nanfeng could only choose to suppress them like Song Beiwu.
Song Beiwu was dreaming, but he didn't even have the courage to do it.
Song Nanfeng pursed his lips tightly, and the shadows falling on his eyelids just covered the dark emotions in his eyes.
Yan Qing was unaware of the two men's emotional ups and downs. Song Beiwu's words also reminded her of some things about the ghost city.
In the original plot, Wang Shu had a Heavenly Stone in his hand, which was the one in the ghost realm.
So Yan Qing also went to the ghost realm to look for the Questioning Stone according to the original plot.
However, the specific location and time when the Questioning Heaven Stone appeared were not described in the original book and were only mentioned briefly.
Yan Qing calculated several times before he figured out the possible location of the Heavenly Stone, and was then successfully pulled into the illusion by the Heavenly Stone that was born in the ghost realm.
There is actually no deep meaning behind the name of the illusion, except that at the entrance to the illusion, there is a tombstone that flashes by with the words "Ghost Domain Mystery City" engraved on it.
Afterwards, Yan Qing completely entered into this illusion created by the Wentian Stone.
There were no horror scenes inside, but rather it seemed somewhat familiar to Yan Qing.
The operating mechanism of this illusion is almost the same as the role-playing when Yan Qing enters the small world to perform tasks.
The difference is that the monks who are sucked into the ghost city will have all their memories erased, and experience their whole life in an illusion, believing that this is their real world.
If these monks cannot wake up before death comes in this life woven for them by the illusion and realize that they are not the people in the illusion, then when these monks die in the illusion, their bodies sleeping in the outside world will also die and turn into nourishment for the Asking Heaven Stone.
When Yan Qing entered, many cultivators had already become addicted to the beautiful dreams woven by the illusion, and died completely after living a life in the illusion.
It’s not that there are no cultivators who see through its nature, but perhaps the illusion is too stable and peaceful, without the fighting and killing that goes against the will of heaven in cultivation.
It can also make up for many of their inner regrets, so those monks themselves are unwilling to wake up and indulge themselves in it.
As for Yan Qing, the illusion of the Heavenly Stone at the beginning could not erase her memory. Although an illusion was woven for her, to Yan Qing, even the people in the small world were just passers-by, let alone a scene of an illusion in the small world.
Illusions are illusions after all, so the illusion woven by Yan Qing was shattered in an instant.
What Yan Qing didn't expect was that after the illusion that belonged to her was broken, she did not return to the outside world of the Ghost Domain City, but entered the illusion that Wentianshi had woven for Song Beiwu under another identity.
In that fantasy, Song Beiwu's identity was the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, and her identity was the Eastern Palace's staff member.
Since the situation was unclear, Yan Qing was not in a hurry to break the mirror. She was not sure whether she would enter the next person's illusion after breaking this illusion.
So Yan Qing decided to stay in the illusion for the time being, and act according to the memories instilled in her in the illusion, to see if she could find an opportunity to completely break into the ghost city.
So Yan Qing conscientiously played the role of Song Beiwu's aide. She had entered many ancient dimensions before, so she was quite adept at playing the role.
Although Song Beiwu's identity as a crown prince is extremely honorable, the brothers around him are all eyeing him covetously and want to pull him down from the throne at any time.
Yan Qing gave him advice based on the illusion he had woven, and resolved crises time and time again, helping him secure his position as the crown prince.
During this process, there were one or two moments that reminded Yan Qing of the little world in which she was a princess, where the court situation was almost identical.
Perhaps it was because he thought of his old friend, that when facing Song Beiwu in the illusion, Yan Qing unconsciously became more tolerant.
Unfortunately, the illusion is different from that small world after all.
The sharp fangs tore apart this peaceful life.
On the day Song Beiwu was about to ascend the throne, an uninvited guest arrived.
The originally clear sky darkened in an instant, and a crazy laugh spread throughout the entire imperial city.
“It’s really like going to the end of the road, but there’s always a way out. After refining you, my Ten Thousand Souls Banner will be completed today. It’s really God’s help! That old bald donkey probably couldn’t even dream of it, hahahahahahahahaha…”
Everyone looked up in confusion, only to see a black figure standing in the clouds at some point, holding a black flag in his hand.
The moment the evil cultivator finished speaking, everyone looked panicked, obviously knowing that he had come with ill intentions.
Yan Qing, who was also below, frowned the moment the voice sounded.
Yan Qing knew from the beginning that in this world presented by the illusion, although the people inside knew about cultivators, they had never seen one, and cultivating immortals was nothing more than an illusory legend to them.
She had been wondering why Song Beiwu's illusion was the court of the human world, but these doubts completely disappeared the moment she saw this evil cultivator.
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner...
Yan Qing could almost predict what would happen next.
The only thing that surprised her was that this illusion was not a dream.
If she guessed correctly, it must be something that happened in the past, and it was Song Beiwu's inner demon...
Before Yan Qing could continue thinking, the man in the sky casually glanced at the people below with a gloomy gaze, not taking any of them seriously.
The spiritual energy in this small world is thin. When he swept his spiritual sense over it, he didn't find any cultivators there. They were all just a group of mortals. What was there to worry about? Could they possibly cause trouble?
After that old bald donkey forced him out of Canglan, he was able to find a place where there were no cultivators. This was not enough to prove that he had great luck.
Therefore, the evil cultivator directly activated the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, wanting to use the souls of the living beings here to practice his Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and then go back to settle accounts with that old bald donkey.
The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls floated in the air, and countless resentful ghosts emerged from it, pouncing on the crowd below who had no power to fight back, and the crowd fled in all directions.
Song Beiwu stood on the steps, his eyes that usually smiled now had no smile at all, and the expression in his eyes was unclear.
This scene would appear once every time he passed a realm after becoming a monk.
It was indeed as Yan Qing guessed, it was his inner demon.
The moment he entered the illusion, Song Beiwu guessed all the subsequent developments.
It’s not that he didn’t try to change it, but no matter what method he used, what had already happened could not be changed, and everything he did was in vain.
But he still couldn't just stand by and watch. Song Beiwu lowered his eyelashes, wanting to recover the power that belonged to the Ghost King, but he found that he was invisiblely alienated from all people and things.
This illusion required him to watch the things that had happened before being repeated before his eyes.
Song Beiwu smiled, a sinister smile, and black mist surrounded him. At first glance, he looked even more like an evil cultivator than that evil cultivator.
He didn't want to break the illusion, but now, he didn't want to expose his helpless and embarrassing side to that person.
A scimitar was looming, carrying with it a terrifying aura. Song Beiwu's pale and slender fingers rested lightly on it. Just before the scimitar was about to solidify completely, a barrier was spread out first, isolating the resentful ghosts outside the barrier.
Song Beiwu paused, he realized something, the scimitar disappeared in an instant, and the pervasive black mist also dissipated without a trace.