Chapter 121 The soul without memory
Since that day when the mountains and seas were compared, Zhang Zheng did not dare to delay for even a moment and entered the cave for retreat again.
There are still fourteen years left before the Order of Mountains and Seas, and preparations need to be made one year in advance. After all is said and done, there are only thirteen years left to practice.
With her current strength, which is comparable to that of the early stage of Jindan, she is like an ant among the world's geniuses.
Regarding this point, Tan Ying gave her a great sense of crisis. She didn't know whether all the genius cultivators in the world were as unfathomable as Tan Ying, or whether she was the only one who was different.
However, it is undeniable that Zhang Zheng deeply felt that the gap between himself and Tan Ying was like the difference between heaven and earth, an insurmountable chasm.
She does not expect to surpass Tan Ying through these fourteen years of practice. She will not even set it as her goal to surpass Tan Ying in this life, and even go crazy for it.
This is not her ambition, she only wants to protect herself so that one day she can no longer be threatened by others, and the obvious answer to achieve this goal is to become stronger.
In the past fourteen years, she has tried her best to take one step further, and with each step she can reach, the world of mountains and seas she can reach becomes wider.
An imaginary picture of the world of mountains and seas vaguely appeared in Zhang Zheng's mind, with shadowy shadows and an ethereal fairy spirit.
Guardian...
The Mountain and Sea Realm is a secret realm of caves and heavens left over from ancient times. I wonder if there will be records about the guardians in it.
Zhang Zheng entered Taoism and practiced Taoism with Taoism. The path of Taoism is mysterious and far-reaching. Only when you catch a glimpse can you realize its infinite charm and profundity.
If we could see again the ancient times when Taoism was prosperous and all Taoism was prosperous, even if we just had a glimpse of it, we would have no regrets in this life.
Zhang Zheng sighed.
Of course, before practicing, the top priority is to repair the broken soul. This year in the secret realm, the soul has been aching from time to time, but it has caused her pain.
He almost died in the belly of a monster.
There is chaos in the God's Mansion, still in the state of emptiness and uncivilization. The white mass as big as the head is like a soft white cloud. If you look closely, you can see a vague finger-long gap, splitting it in half.
And such a big mouthful!
Zhang Zheng couldn't help but sigh, how long does it take to completely repair it? Why was it so smooth to tear the soul apart in the first place?
If she had known this, she shouldn't have taken such a risk and tried to kill Wansheng, so she wouldn't have had a lot of trouble later. She really regrets it.
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The wind was rustling, the rain clouds were layered, and a snow-green figure sat on the ground, maintaining a posture with five hearts facing the sky. The spiritual energy gathered into a rolling wave and surged towards Zhang Zheng, flowing through the meridians of the body and pouring into the Dantian Jasper.
Deep in the jasper, the clear sapphire beads slowly rotated, and the milky white and green colors blended more and more harmoniously around them.
"Boom——"
The last golden osmanthus fell from the branch and drifted far away. The moment it landed on the jasper, pure spiritual energy penetrated into the sapphire bead. The sapphire bead has become the size of two fingernails compared to the newly formed fingernail.
Zhang Zheng's mind moved, and the lush green branches of the osmanthus tree were instantly covered with golden color. After another thought, the osmanthus flowers swayed and fell, turning into spiritual energy and returning to the jasper, but no longer entered the sapphire beads.
The spiritual energy flowing in from the outside world floats on the surface of the body and is no longer refined and stored in the Dantian.
Zhang Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes clear and bright, as if filled with morning stars.
"Mid-stage golden elixir..."
She murmured softly, feeling a little satisfied. Eight years of cultivation from the early stage of the Golden Core to the middle stage of the Golden Core was not bad. She should be able to protect herself in the world of mountains and seas.
It took three years to repair her soul. There were still three years before the Mountain and Sea Realm was opened, and she still had two years left.
It was a pity that he could not continue to practice. Zhang Zheng looked up at the sky with a little sadness. The osmanthus tree in the jasper had already stored enough spiritual energy and could not absorb any more.
I don’t know when the next time I will “farm” in Dantian Jasper will be.
When nothing happened, Zhang Zheng remembered the strange soul in Zifu that wanted to snatch her away. She had been busy every day since swallowing it up, and she had not yet accepted its memory.
In the God's Mansion, the snow-white dumplings were floating quietly in the chaos, and Zhang Zheng began to search for the memories of the strange soul without any guidance.
But until she turned her soul upside down and inside out, she couldn't find any trace of strange memories.
How can anyone with a historical mind have no memory?
What's more, its body is so huge, many times larger than her fist-sized soul. Logically speaking, it should be an old monster that has lived for thousands of years or even longer!
But the fact is that she can't find any memory of the strange soul.
The doubts in Zhang Zheng's eyes became more and more intense. Either the soul had been stripped of its memory by some means, or the soul had no memory from beginning to end, that is, it had never experienced anything.
The former is more likely, but is there any method in the world that can separate the memory from the soul? It is too scary.
You should know that soul searching by magic cultivators is only useful for people with weak souls, and it is impossible to guarantee that the soul of the person being searched will remain intact, only the memory will be deleted.
Zhang Zheng inexplicably remembered Wansheng in the fantasy in the Guyuan secret realm, which was nine times similar to the Wansheng she met in reality. Although she didn't see Wansheng's face in the fantasy, she could tell from his behavior that he was basically the same.
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However, there is always a weird and indescribable contradiction between the life in fantasy and the life in reality.
On the edge of the steep cliff, below was the heat wave caused by the sea of ​​fire. "Zhang Zheng" stood on the edge of the cliff indifferently, watching with cold eyes as hundreds of his fellow disciples screamed in despair and perished in the sea of ​​fire.
The ruined temple was leaking air everywhere, and "Zhang Zheng" lay motionless on the thatch pile. The moist moisture from the rain soaked into the seams of the bones, like dense needles cutting with knives.
The look of resentment had long since disappeared, leaving only the eyes of hope and begging staring outside the ruined temple every day, for fear that she would not be able to see Wansheng when he came.
But in fact, she gritted her teeth and waited for seventy-nine days, dragging a body that would die tomorrow.
The large dark spots all over the ground were the blood she vomited, mixed with dark red blood clots made from broken internal organs.
She waited until she couldn't hold it any longer and refused to close her eyes until she died. The Wansheng she thought about in her heart never showed up, and she died alone.
The frost wind howled, and she died in the ruined temple in the cold winter. Just like the old beggar who rescued the infant girl, he returned to the same place and slept forever.
"Zhang Zheng, tell me where the Sidao Sect's disciples will be training this time."
The indifferent voice echoed in his mind, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Zheng seemed to see his cold and heartless eyes.
Step by step, he led "Zhang Zheng" towards the abyss of no return.
The benefactor who obviously saved him from suffering and gave him a new life, the sister who obviously treated him like a brother and never kept anything secret, yet he betrayed her without mercy and only used her for profit.
Even if it was the hospice care that "Zhang Zheng" could give at the last moment before her death, she was not willing to give it at all.
What exactly is emotion in his heart? Or maybe it has never occupied a place.
A chill arose from the soles of my feet and went straight into my heart.
Zhang Zheng finally knew where the violation came from.
In reality, Wansheng has feelings in his heart, not for other people.
Even if that kind of emotion is only directed towards his so-called "sister" in reality, it is enough to essentially distinguish her from the Wansheng in the fantasy.
Why is there such a strange soul hidden in his divine palace? When did it enter his divine palace? And why was it not taken away from him?
Chapter completed!