Data cultivation, I observe immortality in the five elements

When the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of the formation noticed the anomaly and tried to notify others and spread the news, a cloud-like array of runes attacked and instantly enveloped him.

In an instant, everyone, including the Nascent Soul Realm elder and the Golden Core Realm law enforcement guards, had their minds calmed and entered a state of tranquility.

There was nothing unusual about it.

Only when the dazzling pillar of light disappeared did the cultivators awaken from their utterly bewildered state; everything seemed to have passed without a sound.

It was as if they had just taken a nap and nothing unusual had happened.

At the Five Elements Temple in the Southern Region, Luo Yan slowly walked out with a woman in palace attire. The array master beside him only glanced at her casually before looking away.

After all, only sect members can use the sect's teleportation array; outsiders cannot get close, so he naturally doesn't need to worry about it too much.

Luo Yan scanned the area with his consciousness and found several somewhat familiar figures in the Five Elements Temple.

But he showed no intention of meeting with them.

Because at that moment, he had someone more important to see.

Afterwards, Luo Yan led the woman in palace attire to the outside of the mountains and headed straight for Fairy Butterfly Ridge.

That was Senior Sister Lan's former residence, and she was one of the few women who had shown great kindness to Luo Yan.

He didn't even know how to repay that kindness.

Immortal Butterfly Ridge is located hundreds of miles away from the Five Elements Temple. At Luo Yan's current speed, it wouldn't take long; he could arrive in a flash with just a movement.

But when he steadied himself and looked down, he was stunned by what he saw and his mind went blank.

In Luo Yan's memory, this mountain range was once a sea of ​​flowers, with blooming plants covering the entire mountainside, and the fragrance of the flowers could be carried for dozens of miles.

The spiritual energy within is as intense as that of the Five Elements Temple headquarters, and it is home to many rare birds and beasts.

Flowers bloom in all four seasons, and countless butterflies flutter about, creating a dreamlike world.

But now, the blooming flowers are gone, the rare birds and animals have disappeared, and everything has vanished without a trace.

Perhaps the vegetation here is still lush, but it is a bunch of weeds and common grasses, exuding a desolate atmosphere inside and out.

It looked like it had been deserted for a long time.

Luo Yan's heart sank as she descended from the clouds, walking step by step into the valley.

At the entrance to the valley, there was originally a spirit array that could cover the entire mountain, making the weather inside as spring-like all year round and the spiritual energy abundant.

But what Luo Yan saw now were slightly yellowing branches and leaves, as if it were early autumn.

It will never be the same as it used to be.

Luo Yan continued forward, arriving at the wooden house from her memories, searching for traces of the past.

Unfortunately, the old house is gone, leaving only some messy rotten wood, half-buried in the soil, almost blending into the ground.

Are Senior Sister Lan and her family no longer here?
At this moment, Luo Yan felt a bad premonition rising in her heart.

Shouldn't it be.
Luo Yan frowned, formed hand seals, and searched for the causal thread that entangled her with Senior Sister Lan, tracing their fates in depth.

Then, a hazy array of fate runes spread out, reflecting an ancient painting in the void.

In the painting, a woman dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with long legs and a graceful figure, kneels on the ground, resembling a piece of white jade.

Behind the valley, a mound was erected with the inscription: "Tomb of Mother Butterfly Picking Ferns".

The blue-clad female cultivator in the picture had red eyes and looked frail and pitiful. After keeping vigil for a while, she left.

She went to a lakeside cottage, where she grew flowers, planted trees, and fed fish.
Luo Yan was slightly taken aback. The lakeside cottage looked very familiar. Upon closer reflection, wasn't that the place where he had once cultivated?

With a casual wave of his hand, Luo Yan caused the countless runes of fate to dissipate. He then pulled Mingyu along and disappeared into the void.

After a few breaths, Luo Yan and the other person arrived at their former residence.

The vegetation here is no different from that outside, but only by going down here yourself can you discover that the spiritual energy here is slightly more intense than that of other wastelands.

Hidden among the mountains, it's hard to discover such a wonderful place without personally venturing into the forest.

As he continued forward, there was an invisible barrier, but Luo Yan passed right through it as if it were nothing.

In the spiritual spring pool behind the mountain, there was an ordinary female cultivator, around forty or fifty years old, whose cultivation level was around the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

He is currently practicing meditation here.

Luo Yan walked up to her and could clearly see that the causal threads on the other person's body had been intertwined with Senior Sister Lan's fate.

It seems there's some connection between them.

But strangely, Senior Sister Lan's fate also ended here.
"Where is Senior Sister Lan? Where did she go?"

Luo Yan's question startled the middle-aged female cultivator who was practicing her breathing exercises.

She looked shocked and terrified as she looked at the Taoist priest in blue robes and the incredibly beautiful woman in palace attire.

The fact that these two were able to bypass the protective mountain formation and appear before him silently meant that their strength far exceeded his expectations.

"senior."

"I wonder who you are asking about, senior? If I have any information, I will tell you everything I know!"

The middle-aged female cultivator immediately bowed her head and responded respectfully.

Perhaps because she was on the territory of the Five Elements Temple, she was not too worried about her life and quickly woke up from her panic.

She mistakenly thought the two were elders of the sect who happened to be passing by and wanted to ask her some questions.

Have you seen this person before?

With a flick of his hand, Luo Yan conjured a phantom of Senior Sister Lan, which floated in mid-air.

"The person you're looking for is my grandmother?"

The middle-aged female cultivator looked at the illusory young woman, her expression slightly blank, even showing a hint of surprise.

My grandmother has been gone for decades. Back then, she was not even as tall as a blade of grass.

"Your grandmother?"

Luo Yan looked the middle-aged female cultivator up and down, but did not notice that she had a trace of the Spirit Butterfly Clan's bloodline.

Logically speaking, this person shouldn't be a descendant of Senior Sister Lan.
But this name
"Reporting to the senior, my father once told me about my grandmother. He said that she was injured in a foreign war, and then returned to recuperate and adopted my father."

Not long after, my grandmother passed away.

The middle-aged female cultivator explained softly, while Luo Yan was quite shocked by this sudden news.

His eyes revealed a hint of bewilderment and disbelief.

It's only been two hundred years; the people of the past are long gone.
Upon hearing this, the woman in palace attire standing to the side stepped forward and took Luo Yan's hand, as if offering a silent comfort.

She had actually met that senior sister in the blue robe before; the two of them disliked each other and had secretly competed with each other.

Because their hearts are both set on the same man, they will naturally choose to be hostile to each other.

But Mingyu never expected that the person would actually pass away like this.
This is really unexpected.

"Where is her grave? Take me to see it!"

Luo Yan remained silent. Senior Sister Lan was dead, a result that was truly difficult for him to accept.

If we're talking about who in this world has ever been unconditionally good to him, Senior Sister Lan would definitely be number one.

Perhaps I met Senior Sister Lan because of the help of a certain hall master, but Senior Sister Lan's willingness to teach me everything was a voluntary act.

It was precisely because of this voluntary act that Luo Yan had enough time to glimpse the wonders of the great supernatural power.

After all, Luo Yan's Dream Butterfly Technique and the secret methods of the Spirit Butterfly Clan were all obtained from Senior Sister Lan.

It wasn't the Demon Mark Chapter, but a true scripture chapter—one that Luo Yan could understand and learn. Two hundred years later, when Luo Yan returned to this place, his former senior sister had already passed away, which inevitably caused Luo Yan some grief.

It was as if a pillar had been gently removed from his full chest, leaving a deep gash.

It's a sense of loss, a feeling of emptiness in my heart.

The middle-aged female cultivator looked at the senior in blue robes who was in a state of mental distress, and carefully pointed towards the direction of the back mountain.

Luo Yan remained silent and walked straight towards that spot.

Before long, he saw a stone tablet.

This is an earthen grave, not very big, only a few meters high, it looks like a small mound of earth.

It stands on the mountainside, inconspicuous.

Coincidentally, directly opposite this earthen grave is the lakeside cottage, and the two are gazing at each other from afar.

It's as if by standing here, the deceased inside can see everything in the lakeside cottage at any time.

She saw the blue-clad figure cultivating inside, that tall and upright figure, always by her side.

Faintly, Luo Yan could still sense a very faint aura that disappeared into the world but lingered around this burial mound.

It hovers and circles here, then returns to the heavens and earth.

It seems that Senior Sister Lan is really dead.

"Senior Sister"

"Junior brother returned too late and couldn't see you one last time."

"I'm sorry, senior sister."

Luo Yan murmured, and in just a moment, his mood turned sad.

The kindness of that senior sister was like a gentle morning breeze, stirring up his long-dormant heart.

Luo Yan stood before the grave, silent for a long time, her mind filled with countless thoughts.

Clearly, they find this fact very difficult to accept.

Seeing this, the woman in palace attire behind them gave the middle-aged female cultivator a look, and the two quietly left, leaving Luo Yan alone.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew through the mountains, from the top of the mountain to the middle of the mountain, and finally stirred the weeds on the grave mound.

It seemed to be waving at Luo Yan.

Luo Yan returned a bitter smile, a smile that seemed very forced.

Immediately afterwards, a blue butterfly emerged from the soil.

Then it flew into the air and danced gracefully.

Following closely behind were a large swarm of colorful butterflies, which emerged from the soil and took flight.

In just a short while, the sky above the burial mound was filled with it.

They dance and leap here, fluttering their wings.

They were all carefree, seemingly welcoming someone's arrival.

The blue butterfly, after flying for a while, landed in Luo Yan's palm.

"Senior sister, is that you back?"

Luo Yan murmured, his mind as if struck by a gun of memories, shattering all his pretenses and hitting his most vulnerable spot.

A surge of longing welled up in my heart.

Before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.

This feeling of sadness filled Luo Yan's heart, reminding him of the beginning of his cultivation journey, when he was fortunate to have been cared for by this Senior Sister Lan.

It was precisely because of the Dream Butterfly Technique of their Spirit Butterfly Clan, though it was an incomplete great supernatural power, that Luo Yan had the confidence to face so many difficulties and setbacks.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Luo Yan hadn't had this secret technique, he wouldn't have stood out in the battle of geniuses.

It is highly likely that he will not be able to obtain a spot for ascension from the upper realm, and will therefore be forced to remain in the lower realm.

In this way, Luo Yan's fate will be completely changed.

Everything has its cause, and everything has its effect!
'Om! '

The butterfly mark on Luo Yan's right hand also glowed faintly at this moment, its shimmering light comparable to fireflies at night.

The blue butterfly fluttered its wings and landed on the butterfly mark, as if in response.

"Junior Brother Luo, please take good care of Zi'er for me."

A clear voice of instruction reached Luo Yan's ears, carrying a deep expectation—a longing and a hope.

"Junior brother understands."

Luo Yan nodded, the sadness in her heart was impossible to suppress, and it erupted like a torrent, extremely intense.

He collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at his hands. As a cultivator at the Refining Void Realm, he considered himself invincible in the entire lower realm.

But it couldn't save a former friend.

At this moment, a deep sense of powerlessness also lingered in Luo Yan's heart.

As he pondered, the many thoughts that had accumulated in his heart scattered like petals from a fairy maiden.

'boom! '

At night, Luo Yan threw away the wine bottle in his hand and fell into a deep sleep in front of the grave mound.

This was the first time in his life he had ever been drunk.

In front of the grave mound, several incense sticks were lit, swaying in the wind, their embers flickering as if they might go out at any moment.

Thousands of spirit butterflies fluttered around Luo Yan and landed on him.

It was like a cotton blanket covering his body, preventing him from catching a cold while he was fast asleep.

At this moment, Luo Yan didn't want anything anymore. She forgot the conflicts in the upper realm and her cultivation. She was just a passerby in her thoughts.

For several days in a row, Luo Yan was drunk, fast asleep, and intoxicated in front of this grave mound.
so repeatedly.

At this moment, Luo Yan was no longer aloof and thought he controlled everything, but became a mortal, longing for her all day long.

After all, if he can't even save a dead person or someone who is kind to him, what kind of strong person is he?
As time passed, Luo Yan began to exude a floral fragrance, and a hazy blue light emanated from his body, as if he were being empowered by some strange force.

Unfortunately, he got drunk again and fell into a deep sleep in front of the grave, snoring loudly.

This was an extremely long period of time. The woman in palace attire came many times, and upon seeing the handsome man in her heart, she drank like a fool.

Mingyu didn't say much or try to persuade him, but simply kept bringing him spirit wine and placing it beside him.

When they left, they took the empty wine bottles with them.

Just like before, silently accompanying and quietly waiting.

Strangely enough, Mingyu didn't see a single one of the thousands of butterflies fluttering around Luoyan in his world.

What she saw was merely a lover who had become an alcoholic due to the passing of his former lover.

What she saw was no longer any argument or complaint with that person, but only heartache for her lover.

The deceased have passed away, their souls return to heaven and earth—that is the greatest truth! (End of Chapter)