Starting with the creation of the Immortal Clan through the compilation of the family genealogy.

Chapter 200 Daily Divination, Level Up!

The images in my mind flashed wildly, overlapping and colliding like an out-of-control carousel.

The ancient figure atop the misty mountain, teaching the profound principles of divination; the bright and clean modern classroom; the clash of powerful spiritual energies; the dry mathematical formulas.
Countless fragments of memory twisted into a tangled mess, stirring up a monstrous wave in his mind.

Meng Xihong felt as if his head was about to explode, and a violent tearing sensation came from the depths of his soul, far more painful than any physical injury.

He wanted to shout, but no sound came out.

Trying to calm my mind, the clarity that comes from "literary spirit and integrity" only exacerbates the chaotic perception.

The boundary between reality and illusion became completely blurred, and the intense cognitive conflict was like two colliding mountains, crushing his last vestiges of consciousness to dust.

"Who am I?"

This unsolvable question became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Meng Xihong felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and all his strength was instantly drained. His tall and upright body swayed, and before Bai Muyun and the others could see in horror, he fell straight backward.

"Husband!"

Bai Muyun's exclamation seemed to come from a very distant place, but he was powerless to respond and was completely plunged into endless darkness.

During the time when Meng Xihong's consciousness was in a daze and he was completely unaware of the outside world, a strange change suddenly occurred in the chaotic depths of his mind.

The family tree, which had been quietly suspended and closely connected to his soul, seemed to be touched by some invisible force at this moment, and suddenly burst out with a brilliant but not dazzling golden light.

The golden light was gentle yet vast, carrying a powerful force that suppressed everything and restored order. Like a warm tide, it rapidly spread to every corner of his consciousness.

Wherever the golden light passed, the fragments of "Blue Star memory" that were violently churning and trying to break free of some kind of constraint were smoothed out as if by an invisible hand.

They did not disappear, but the deep imprint and emotional connection belonging to the soul of "Meng Xihong," the transmigrator, were forcibly stripped and weakened by this force, and then covered by a thicker and more solid invisible seal.

The anchor point of the "past life," which had been somewhat loosened by the touch of divination and the impact of fragmented memories, became stable again under the golden light, even more so than before.

The golden light of the genealogy lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before gradually receding and returning to its original simple and unadorned appearance, as if nothing had ever happened.

However, the storm within Meng Xihong's sea of ​​consciousness had been completely quelled.

at night.

Meng Xihong slowly woke up.

The first thing I felt was the familiar touch of the futon beneath me, and the faint sandalwood scent unique to the inner room that lingered around my nose.

He slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurry at first, but it quickly cleared.

He found himself lying in his usual bed, covered with a thin fleece blanket.

The sky outside the window was dark; it was already night.

Meng Xihong tried to move his fingers. His body was fine, but he still felt a slight fatigue from overexertion.

Immediately, a thought struck him, and he tried to recall every detail of his time on "Blue Star".

Mathematical formulas? Physical laws? English words?

The concepts of that knowledge remained, but when he tried to recall the specific details, it was as if he were looking through frosted glass—blurry and unclear, no longer capable of evoking any emotional response.

What are the sounds, appearances, and smiles of my parents in my past life?
He tried to piece it together, but found that the two faces were still a blurry blank. Although he felt a little lost, he no longer felt the heart-wrenching panic and sense of cognitive collapse he had felt before.

It felt as if he were a character from a novel I read a long, long time ago; I had an impression of him, but he had no deep connection with me.

The melody and lyrics of the popular song? He still couldn't remember, but he no longer felt anxious; he just felt that perhaps it wasn't important.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

The intense conflict and self-doubt caused by the confusion of memories receded like the tide, disappearing without a trace.

Meng Xihong sat up and let out a soft sigh of relief.

He raised his hand and rubbed his still throbbing temples, having already made his judgment.

"It seems that the sudden upgrade of the [Daily Divination] has caused too much mental shock, triggering a backlash from inner demons."

Or perhaps, the art of divination touched upon the river of fate, causing my perception to become confused.

Meng Xihong attributed the previous confusion in his mind to the side effects of the mental challenges and ability enhancements commonly encountered on the path of cultivation.

This explanation is reasonable.

After all, the higher the level of cultivation, the more dangerous it is; inner demons and illusions are commonplace.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open.

Bai Muyun walked in carrying a bowl of steaming hot medicinal soup and immediately saw Meng Xihong sitting up.

She was stunned at first, then her beautiful eyes instantly filled with joy and relief. Immediately afterwards, worry and lingering fear swept over her, causing her eyes to quickly redden.

"My husband! You're finally awake!"

She practically pounced on him, hastily placing the medicine bowl on a low table beside her. Not caring whether it would spill, she hugged Meng Xihong tightly, her delicate body trembling slightly from excitement and lingering fear.

"You've been unconscious all day! No matter how much we call you, you won't wake up, and your breathing is sometimes strong and sometimes weak."

I'm so, so afraid something might have happened to you.

Bai Muyun's voice was choked with sobs as she buried her face deep in Meng Xihong's neck, wrapping her arms even tighter around him.

Feeling his wife's genuine worry and fear in his arms, Meng Xihong felt a surge of warmth and guilt.

Meng Xihong raised his hand and gently patted Bai Muyun's back, his voice gentle and soothing:
"Alright, alright, Mu Yun, I'm fine now."

It's just that I've made some progress in my spiritual practice, but my mind and spirit have been overexerted. I'll be fine after a rest.

I'm sorry I scared you. It's my fault.

Meng Xihong's reassurance worked, and Bai Muyun's emotions gradually calmed down, but she still held him tightly and refused to let go, as if he would collapse again if she let go.

After a long while, she finally looked up, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and gave him a reproachful look: "Don't scare me like that again next time!"

As she spoke, she picked up the bowl of medicinal soup that she had been carefully keeping warm with her spiritual power.

"Quickly, drink this bowl of calming and nourishing soup. I specially added calming flowers and century-old blood ginseng."

Meng Xihong obediently took the medicine bowl and drank the bitter but potent medicine in one gulp.

A warm current rose from his abdomen, slowly nourishing his somewhat weary soul and body.

Seeing Bai Muyun's still worried face, he smiled and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work. I'm really fine now, don't worry."

Bai Muyun carefully examined his face and saw that his eyes were clear and his breathing was steady, so he did not seem to be in any trouble. Only then did she feel completely relieved.

(End of this chapter)