Eight hundred and eighty-four years ago.

Yu Xiao pushed open a stone door in the depths of the Laohe Mountain cave, which was the place where several Onmyoji of the Qiantang Mansion secretly gathered, and the hexagonal sulfuric acid pool in the center was emitting purple light spots.

Directly above the sulfuric acid pond is an eighteen-story hexagonal tower.

To be precise, at the top of the cave, directly below the hexagonal pavilion, hangs an eighteen-story tower upside down.

She closed it off a year ago, and when the work was completed, all the craftsmen were thrown into the sulphuric acid pond.

At the moment, there was a person waiting for her in a narrow corner.

Yi'an Jushi, who was wearing a plain white dress, sat elegantly on the stone bench, "It's still so cold here, how is it, is the project going well?" ”

Yu Xiao, who didn't want to lose to this coldness, diverted the topic, "I have been unanimously opposed by my family in this matter, and even my in-laws have begun to sue the government, which really drove me to a dead end." ”

"I've given you everything," Yi Anju smiled, "If you want to go to a dead end, I won't lose to you." ”

Yu Xiao locked the door and sat on the stone bench in front of the middle-aged woman.

The copper spoon in her hand was thrown into the sulfuric acid pool, and then Yu Xiao looked at the poet.

It has been three years since the husband's death, and the situation after crossing the river has taken a turn for the worse, and when he remarried, he met someone unladylike and was in prison.

How many things are there to feel the moon and the wind, now that I am old and unsuccessful, who is haggard and more withered, it is meaningless to try the lights, and I am not in the mood to step on the snow.

The sky is cloudy and foggy, and the galaxy wants to turn a thousand sails to dance. It is as if the soul of a dream has returned to the emperor's place.

Hearing the heavenly words, he asked me where I was going.

Forty-nine years have passed, and the future is nothing but pain.

And the meaning of this tower is completely different for Yu Xiao.

Most beliefs have a certain person as an object of worship. There are also creations, countless gods.

But there is only one.

"It's because you suddenly jumped out of this idea that you ended up in the situation you are in."

For this year-old friend, Yu Xiao joked very straightforwardly.

"The voice of the gods also resides in nature, and don't you who worship Tai Chi also create a lot of gods?" Li Qingzhao retorted with a smile.

"That's just for later, it's easy to say that it is easy to recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors."

Easy, yin and yang alternate also.

"The Yin and Yang Dao of later generations is only based on this premise." Yu Xiao smiled and handed over a wine bag, "Even if it's a drink before parting." ”

The poetess seemed to sip her wine in a bit of frustration, and looked at the light spots on the ground reluctantly, as if she was looking at a man.

"I don't know where the entrance to that place will appear," Yu Xiao added, "but my grandfather found out about it and kept it a secret for me, and after that we will sleep together for a long time, and it will be fine for me, but can your heavenly language be a faith?" ”

The poet took a sip and smiled, but did not answer.

Let's stay in the good old days.

I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way back.

However, the future is just closed.

"The House of Mirrors has been completed, and we who are immersed in it no longer exist." Yu Xiao stood up and began to slowly unload her clothes.

The cyan dresses fell one by one, leaving only a flawless jade body.

"I won't do it," the poetess admired Yu Xiao, "I really envy your youth." ”

"I instructed my family to seal this cave, and there is no intention of opening this door again, I think you can survive these hundreds of millions of years?" Yu Xiao turned her head.

"When you were young, you longed for the years, you were really the opposite," Li Qingzhao shook his head, "With the years, you will be afraid of the years." ”

"Is everything arranged? Poet? Yu Xiao asked, "I heard that you have gone to the south." ”

"It's just sorting out the aftermath," Li Qingzhao smiled, "I've already asked Wan'er to send out her previous works regularly and hand over the work of sorting out her husband's works to her." ”

Manuscript storage is a panacea.

In fact...... I guess we're all a little angry. Living in this era as a talented woman.

Yu Xiao shook her head noncommittally.

No matter how powerless they are, as long as the path exists, there is hope, and if they worry about the physical existence, faith has no meaning for them.

"But my grandfather was also against me. It stands to reason that I, who is the strongest heir, have reached the extreme......" Yu Xiao didn't know the loss or smiled happily at the sulfuric acid pool, "The end of this road turned out to be nothingness. ”

I'm not interested in the unity of heaven and man (penetrating the nuclear source) or anything, not to mention that the people who have ascended to the immortal so far no longer exist, and no one can guarantee whether they really encounter gods or nothingness itself.

Speaking of a look of disgust with this world, Yu Xiao frowned and hugged herself at a loss. Like a girl in the fire.

At the same time, Yi'an Jushi continued to ask about this sentence.

"But isn't the end of man also nothingness? It's a pity that you're young...... If you just go out like that, you won't be able to ......."

"No," Yu Xiao shook her head, "what I am pursuing is not the end of people, but the end of faith." ”

Even yin and yang themselves are nothing but an infinite spiral.

I'm curious what is at the end of that spiral.

Perhaps the answer lies in the gap between yin and yang.

Therefore, I will become the House of Mirrors itself, watching those people suffer, struggle, and question themselves within me until they are lost in their inner space-time, or find the answer.

To become a god is to cease to exist, and those who are indeed being pulled by a force field can indeed continue to inspire themselves to move forward, but what is the end of all this?

In other words, there is no concrete belief in this country, and even the Buddha and the Tao are marginal existences.

I'm looking forward to it. Yi'an Jushi looked at the woman's back like this.

Different purposes enter the same enchantment, the world of self-destruction.

"I'm drunk." Yi'an Jushi said.

Let's go.

Yu Xiao nodded, leaned down and stabbed his palm into an arc.

Then step into the sulfuric acid pool with the graceful steps of bathing.

Her left eye unbelievably turned into a spiral, pulsing of purple light, and her body slowly melted.

The tower emits a cyan arc of crystal.

The Mirror Pavilion was officially launched, the gears turned, booming, and the ground shook.

Yu Xiao let out a painful gasp, the corrosion she had suffered was no longer physical, countless souls, more than a thousand dead whispers were projected in her ears.

The bubbles kept rising, and the murmur continued, and it seemed like it would never end.

He nested a small space-time in space-time, and used his body and spiritual veins to connect as one, creating such an experimental subject.

So, can you become one with God when you go in here?

The poet looked at the woman's body slowly dissolving under his feet, and his tone was also light, as if he was asking about the little things that had just happened.

Becoming a god is irreversible, right, after becoming like that, or after you go, you don't want to come back?

After all, the husband can't come back.

The gravel kept falling beside him, and Yi'an Jushi was suddenly startled.

I was deceived by this woman!

Once you enter the Mirror Pavilion, you will never be able to return to the original world, and your husband will no longer be the husband of the past.

But the problem is yourself......

It's just to return to her youth, but isn't it me who has been using the words of heaven as an excuse to urge her to construct?

Maybe.

"He's my faith."

The middle-aged woman laughed at herself, muttering a man's name and jumping down.

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"She found it a pleasure to stay there, and she just stayed." "In a sense, this is my curse, too, but the people below broke the stone gate and triggered the barrier's defense system. ”

In short, you are dying and trapping yourself in it.

"So my soul fragments came out too?" Wen Cheng asked.

The fog swayed up and down.

"Help me end this, let them do it, the Mirror Pavilion will keep me in an endless nightmare, please let me out."

I'm sorry Miss Yu, I really don't have time, in fact, I just came to find the chief engineer.

Forget it, let's face it.

All in all, Aesop is indeed working on the building and restarting the Mirror Pavilion, and Yu Xiao, who was sleeping in her worldline, is slowly waking up.

This guy must be brought out before Xu Yan can be found.

In this way, the meaning of the Mirror House and the earthquake are easy to explain, but how to release her?

"Just give me blood."

Wen Cheng was about to answer, but Xiaozhu made an amazing move.