The moonlight flows, the stars shine, and countless brilliant white lights and shadows are all over the sky, which is extremely beautiful.

Ji Yuenian stepped on the dark nothingness, walking between this cold and bleak world, although there was a little doubt in his eyes, but there was no intention of being at a loss.

"Dreams?"

"But I've never really dreamed since I lit the pitch-black psychic karmic fire hundreds of years ago."

"I think it should be that my cultivation has been refined in recent days, and I have touched the memory in the depths of the true spirit, and under the collusion of the true spirit, I have been dragged into the dream realm of the divine soul."

Ji Yuenian's thoughts flowed in his mind, but his footsteps never stopped, walking towards an unknown place in this bizarre dream.

There was silence between heaven and earth, and there was no sound except for his own footsteps.

Click.

An extremely light cracking sound came into his ears, and Ji Yuenian suddenly raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

A whole body of silver-white clear stream from the darkness appeared, the cold stream gurgled through, there are several strange-shaped boulders standing by the stream, each boulder is engraved with dense small characters, under the reflection of the moonlight, these small characters are a shallow and faint white halo, very good-looking.

Ji Yuenian's eyes did not look at those boulders, but looked fixedly at the dark place that had not appeared on the side of the stream, and his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

As the white light spread, the darkness on both sides of the stream faded, and a girl of about seven or eight years old sat on the ground by the stream, gesturing with her hands down.

"Zhao Yinyue," Ji Yuenian muttered in a low voice, "In this way, this place should be an illusory image of the remnants of the Moon Spirit Realm. ”

The girl didn't seem to be aware of Ji Yuenian's existence at all, and after finishing the business in hand, she stood up by the stream, her cold gaze softened slightly, and she whispered to herself: "It has been more than 84,000 years since I left the Zhaoming Mountain Realm, and I don't know when any living beings will enter here. ”

Ji Yuenian froze in place, as if she suddenly thought of something, and a cold chill invaded from the depths of her soul, making her consciousness extremely clear for a while.

Click.

There was another very soft cracking sound.

The heaven and earth in front of him were completely distorted by the fine and dense white light and shadow, and in an instant, they were reorganized into another scene.

A handsome young man in a rich brocade robe sat on the ground, looking terrified, his fingers trembling and pointing to the girl in a white dress by the stream, and stammering, "What the hell are you...... Ghost or ...... Is it a demon? ”

Ji Yuenian looked at the somewhat familiar brocade-robed young man quietly like an outsider, and already recognized his true identity.

The patriarch of the Taichu Zhao family, Zhao Xingyan.

Hearing Zhao Xingyan's words, the girl's cold gaze suddenly looked over, and there was a boundless aura in her pupils, and two noble breaths gushed out around her body, which made Zhao Xingyan can't help but fall to his knees completely, and even his soul trembled subconsciously.

"Demons, ghosts, such lowly creatures, how can they be compared to me?" The girl raised her head slightly, looking at the void darkness beyond the remnants of the Moon Spirit Realm, "My father lives in the Zhaoming Mountain Realm on the shore of the East China Sea, and his bloodline is extremely noble, and he is a ......."

Rumble!

A purple earth-shattering thunder pillar came from above the void and slashed directly in front of the girl in the white dress, covering up all the words in her mouth.

The girl looked at the terrible thunder that was gradually dissipating in front of her, and there was a rare hint of sadness in her cold eyes, and she muttered, "That's it." ”

Click.

All the pictures were shattered, and in a very short time, they were reassembled into another scene that made Ji Yuenian's heart tremble.

In the unknown place, countless bright white lights and shadows are intertwined and scattered, faintly condensing a snow-white nine-petal lotus platform phantom, the power contained in this lotus platform is extremely terrifying, just a little bit of revealing is enough to make Ji Yuenian's eyes ignite the psychic karma fire phantom, standing in place and unable to move an inch.

On the nine-petal snow lotus, there is a piece of moon-white brocade silk suspended, and hundreds of small characters are densely embroidered on the brocade silk, and each word is glowing with a magical and magnificent light white halo.

I don't know how long it took, the terrible pressure around Ji Yuenian's body dissipated, and he stepped out lightly, and appeared directly on the nine-petal lotus platform.

Ji Yuenian stretched out his sleeve robe and gently took the moon-white brocade silk.

This is Zhao Yinyue's handwriting.

"If this is the case, it is when the true practice is deep, and when the five aggregates are empty, and the self does not fall into the appearance of people and sentient beings, and the name is the emptiness of all dharmas......"

"It is the emptiness of all laws, which is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased......"

Reading this, Ji Yuenian's true spirit trembled violently, obviously unable to withstand the power of the scriptures.

Closing her eyes slightly, Ji Yuenian's thoughts in the depths of her mind became more and more confused, and she whispered to herself: "This sutra is called "Prajna Heart Sutra", and it actually comes from the same source as the "Great Compassion Mantra" I practiced, but how can she have the scripture of 'Buddha'?" ”

She refers to Zhao Yinyue.

The power of the remnants of the moon spirit has long been exhausted, and when the sun was destroyed, seventy percent of the power was refined into a "Falling Snow Sword" by Zhao Yinyue, and the remaining power was to preserve this nine-petal lotus platform and this "Prajna Heart Sutra".

"This is the last thing she can leave to me before she is annihilated," Ji Yuenian opened his eyes, and there was a rare confusion in his gaze, "This creation situation is enough to penetrate the heavens and the earth, not only Zhao Yinyue, but even his mother Xuanyin Goddess, as well as many creatures in the Zhaoming Mountain Realm on the shore of the East China Sea, are all chess pieces. ”

After cultivating to diligently, the mysteries in the depths of the Divine Soul's memory not only did not decrease, but became more unpredictable and more terrifying than before.

Putting away the white brocade silk of the moon, Ji Yuenian looked down at the huge nine-petal light and shadow lotus platform at his feet.

If you want to break into the realm of the Divine Sea Spirit, you need to cultivate a trace of true spirit phantom from the Divine Sea of the Divine Palace, and the quality of the foundation of the required spirit is the most important thing when breaking the realm.

This snow-white nine-petal lotus platform is the foundation of the spirit left by Zhao Yinyue.

Nine is extremely numerous, and such a mysterious and unpredictable spiritual foundation is rare in the world.

Although Zhao Yinyue has long been annihilated between heaven and earth, she has always had a deep debt to Ji Yuenian here.

Princess Ao Li was burdened with the cause and effect like the sky, but in the sixteen years of the mortal world that turned into "Zhao Yinyue", the foundation of Taiyi was completely destroyed, and she finally couldn't face all this head-on, so she chose not to resist the fate anymore and scattered.

Although Princess Ao Li fell, the unpredictable fate cause and effect in the dark did not stop, but all fell into the depths of Ji Yuenian's true spirit.

The nine-petal snow jade lotus platform gradually shrank, and the dense white light and shadow intertwined on it, slowly imprinted into the center of Ji Yuenian's eyebrows.

Ji Yue closed her eyes young, her long jet-black eyelashes trembled slightly, and an indescribable cold and desolate meaning surged from the depths of her heart.

This is not his own emotion, but Zhao Yinyue's last sad and cold mood.

"The departure of the son disappointed the mother."

A cold female voice like a heavenly voice sounded in her ears, and Ji Yuenian opened her eyes suddenly, looking at the intersection of light and shadow dozens of feet away in front of her.

In the midst of the illusory and distorted scene, a girl in a white dress walked out of the attic and knelt down in the direction of the East China Sea, her white forehead stained in the dirt, and her long black hair scattered down.

The mother in his mouth is the natural god who is in charge of the power of extreme yin, the noble goddess of Xuanyin.

This is the first time that Ji Yuenian has heard Zhao Yinyue's voice so really, and it is also the last time.