Fairy, shut up! I'm really not blondie.

"what--"

The boy yawned.

Looking at the disheveled Dao Lord before him, he spoke slowly.

"senior."

"I'm asking you."

How do you feel?

what?

You're still asking this question?

"Of course—"

Do you regret it?

Yingzhexian: "..."

That instant.

She suddenly froze.

Do you regret it?

Of course I regret it.

If we don't unlock these long-forgotten memories...

I wouldn't have ended up in such a dangerous situation.

can.

But why?

She couldn't bring herself to say such a thing.

As if something was preventing Ying Zhe Xian from saying such words.

"Lord Daojun."

“Reflecting the banished immortal.”

The boy's voice suddenly turned serious.

"Are these really your original names?"

"Those who cultivate the Tao should uphold their original aspirations, so that they can maintain their faith in the Tao for a long time."

"Because when you look back, you can see the reason for your journey. Only then can you go further."

"And you, senior?"

Daojun slightly widened his eyes.

He was stunned by what the boy said.

And me?

Why do we want power?

Why is ascension necessary?

Isn't it because this path is meant to constantly become stronger?

otherwise.

How could I have achieved what I have today?

However, this time...

Ying Zhexian heard a weak voice rising in her heart.

"no."

"I did not set out for power."

Daojun suddenly turned around.

I saw a little girl, all dirty, standing not far away.

Her features looked somewhat familiar.

He had absolutely no strength left in his body.

But his eyes were clear and firm, without a trace of impurity.

You can see power in her at a glance.

Ying Zhexian watched as the little girl, who looked like a beggar, struggled to carry several equally small corpses to one place.

They dug for a day and a night before finally creating a large enough pit to hold four children.

Burial, erecting a monument—she seemed unable to write, so she drew a picture instead.

The lines are simple.

But it's very lifelike.

The little girl, now powerful, returns to this place and crushes all the bad guys under her feet.

To gather together all the weak and helpless people who are just like themselves.

Provide them with food, shelter, and a means to support themselves.

The little girl looked at the painting.

The color of the soul is brilliant and translucent.

She was so weak.

Yet it is so powerful.

This made it impossible for Daojun to look directly at him for a moment.

A childish voice rang in my ears.

"That's why I set off."

Why did you forget?

"Well!"

in front of you.

The illusion dissipated.

Daojun clutched his chest.

The Dao Heart, which was originally extremely restless and causing great pain.

At this moment, it was as if a flame had been injected into it.

Suddenly, it became calm and warm.

"I--"

Daojun opened his mouth.

I was going to say something.

But the next moment.

An unprecedented fatigue swept over me like a tidal wave.

In an instant, even she was submerged in it.

So Lord Daojun remained in that position and fell asleep on the spot.

Su Qing casually raised his hand.

He placed Daojun on a soft couch to the side.

"Well."

"The effect is pretty good."

The next day.

Daojun was woken up by the noise.

"Ugh."

"Is your master used to using this?"

"No."

A cool, serious voice spoke.

"At the Cloud Sea Immortal Sect."

"The water used by Master is all pure water from the bottom of the North Sea."

"The silk used is 'celestial garment' imbued with the pure energy of the immortal sect and crafted using unique techniques. She won't be used to yours."

As they were talking.

Daojun slowly opened his eyes.

He immediately saw his beloved disciple and the proprietress of Jinxiu Pavilion he had seen yesterday whispering to each other at the entrance.

Ying Zhe Xian lowered her eyes slightly.

Long eyelashes cast a serene and transcendent shadow.

The sunlight outside the window was already very intense.

It seems.

I slept for quite a long time.

How long has it been since I had a good night's sleep?

Ying Zhexian recalled it herself.

Then I realized I couldn't find it.

Since entering the immortal sect.

I've always replaced rest with meditation and mindfulness.

Obviously.

In the very beginning.

She longed for a warm place where she could sleep peacefully all night.

one more time.

Daojun gently placed his hand on his chest.

I felt an unprecedented warmth in my chest.

Quiet, warm, and full.

It made her feel a sense of attachment.

Daojun slowly sat up.

Said.

"Bring it here."

Huh?

The two people chirping crickets at the door turned around.

Looking at Daojun sitting on the bed.

do not know why.

They all felt as if the Daoist Master before them had changed in some way.

For a moment, I couldn't say it.

Gu Beihan hesitated for a moment.