My enemies became my companions

Chapter 683 Beginningless Ignorance
A vast expanse of black and white, indistinguishable in outline or reality, the bright red and purple wedding room suddenly froze, the candlelight dimmed, and then slowly settled, not leaping at all.

The two women holding the nuptial cups also froze, their faces still bearing slight smiles. Both women were stunningly beautiful, so their smiles were extremely natural, just as Chen Yi had imagined.

Almost identical.

Zhou Yitang suddenly knocked, and Chen Yi was stunned for a moment. Only then did he calm down.

Min Ning and Qin Qingluo marrying the same person is undoubtedly the best outcome after many days of entanglement. Although there were twists and turns along the way, they finally succeeded, and everything went smoothly, developing in the direction they wanted most.

In that instant, Chen Yi was stunned. The colors around him seemed to fade over time, peeling away bit by bit. The entire bridal chamber seemed to expand significantly, becoming spacious and desolate. The solidified candlelight turned from yellow to white, giving people a sense of eeriness.

Chen Yi stood frozen in astonishment. In an instant, it was as if he himself had become part of the world of ignorance, melting into the endless silence and becoming a walking corpse.

Cold sweat dripped from his ears, but froze halfway down.

Zhou Yitang's face also blurred instantly, and her usually cold expression revealed a hint of uncontrollable anger. She was about to raise her hand to deliver another blow to Chen Yi's head and wake him from his daze.

At that moment, a soft white light suddenly appeared on Chen Yi's chest without warning.

The light seemed to struggle to squeeze out from inside his body, gradually condensing and stretching, transforming into a blurry human figure.

The first thing to emerge was a delicate hand, completely enveloped in pure white light. Seemingly gentle, yet incredibly precise, it caught Zhou Yitang's wrist as it was about to fall. The moment the white light touched Zhou Yitang's wrist, there was no violent collision. Instead, Zhou Yitang's hand melted and dissipated silently from the point of contact, like a block of ink being heated, turning into ethereal black wisps of smoke that merged into the surrounding frozen air.

Immediately afterwards, a woman's figure emerged completely from Chen Yi's chest.

She was completely covered in pure white light, her figure hazy, as if she were formed from the most flawless glass halo, making it impossible to see her specific appearance. Only a constant, subtle and compassionate smile was on her face.

She leaned down slightly and gently stroked Chen Yi's frozen face, her movements as soft as if she were touching a precious piece of porcelain that was extremely fragile.

Many years ago, in the buried fragments of religious texts, she was referred to as... the Pure Saint.

The chaos before him, devouring all color and life, was Chen Yi's loss of control, his consciousness falling into the beginningless darkness, just like the Imperial Guard general Yang Chongwei he had once seen.

In a daze, unaware of where they were or where they were going.

Everything he had longed for, everything he thought he had finally grasped firmly in his hands—his dream-fulfilled marriage, the perfect union of two women marrying at the same time, even that little home that had weathered storms yet held a place of ordinary warmth—all of it, under the illumination of this ignorance, was as the Buddha had said: all conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning. At the moment of achieving the most perfect state, they begin to reveal their illusory nature and are on the verge of complete destruction, just as the five signs of decay of celestial beings are seen at the very peak.

The Pure Saintess slightly turned her head, her gaze seemingly piercing through the layers of palaces, looking towards the direction of Gaoliang Mountain.

A faint sigh crossed her calm face as she murmured to herself, "Gongsun Guan... what you want, I can do as well. But you chose the wrong person... given his background and origins, he can never be the Mingzun, never."

Her voice was so ethereal, as if it didn't exist in this world. She paused slightly as if to prevent it from being detected by someone who could hear it from afar.

“And I,” the Pure Saintess’s gaze swept over the crowd seemingly casually, “am the one who is.”

Before she finished speaking, she used herself as a catalyst to forcefully open up Chen Yi's nearly frozen heart.

An invisible yet powerful sword intent was guided from the depths of Chen Yi's heart, humming and buzzing. With a flick of her finger, the Pure Saintess vanished the last trace of resistance. The sword intent spread outwards like mercury, briefly lingering in this thick world of ignorance. The world of sword intent and the world of ignorance seemed to merge into one, becoming one.

"Although not a sage, he is a good vessel."

The serene saintess murmured softly, then smiled and said:
"From now on, you will be the Envoy of the World."

Clusters of white light descended from her body, scattering and scattering. However, just as the Pure Saintess gathered her last strength, preparing to take the next crucial step, her movements suddenly stopped.

A hint of surprise appeared on her face, which was composed of white light and should have been devoid of joy or sorrow.

In this world of frozen ignorance... there is something else moving?
And there's another... vague, lingering... ghost?

In this deathly silence where even time seemed to freeze, a phantom-like figure stealthily approached outside the bridal chamber door.

The silly girl, Donggong Ruoshu, tiptoed like a cat about to steal food, and silently crept towards the bridal chamber. She was still thinking about the last time Chen Yicheng got married. At that time, she could only huddle under the bed and watch helplessly, which made her very angry.

She vowed never to let such a tragic scene repeat itself.

This time, she's going to stand and watch!
Not only that, she had even planned out what would happen next: after Chen Yi fell asleep, she would sit openly on the table, take a sip from the left and a sip from the right, and enjoy a hearty late-night snack.

Thinking of this, Donggong Ruoshu subconsciously touched her belly, but unfortunately ghosts don't have bellies, so she couldn't be sure how flat she was.

Seeing that there was no sound inside the door and the glow of the red candle seemed to be frozen even through the crack in the door, she thought that the matter must have been completed, which made it convenient for her to move around.

Donggong Ruoshu immediately floated forward excitedly and entered through the door without any hindrance.

But as soon as she entered, she froze in place; the scene before her was completely beyond her expectations.

"...Three again?!"

The Pure Saintess abruptly stopped, her figure, composed entirely of white light, rippled slightly, and she slowly turned towards the doorway. Within a hundred miles of the boundless world of ignorance, besides her, there was another…living being…

Should I call it an inanimate object?
In any case, there shouldn't be any action.

The next moment, another surprised voice rang out: "This time they're not moving at all?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Donggong Ruoshu noticed that Chen Yi, Min Ning, and Qin Qingluo remained motionless, not even blinking.

She scratched her head, though she probably couldn't reach the actual object, and became even more confused.

She floated halfway around the frozen Chen Yi, then approached the expressionless, serene saintess. Though she might not be able to see the other's face clearly, she whispered, "Huh? Is this some new game? Time stop? But... why can I still move? And who are you? How can you move too?"

(End of this chapter)