Chapter 747 - 585: We, the Divine Spirits, Have Never Left
Chapter 747: Chapter 585: We, the Divine Spirits, Have Never Left
Inside the Seeking Immortal Temple, candlelight flickered.
Daoist Yun Xi sat upright in her chair, her slender brows knitted slightly, her expression grave and thoughtful.
Not long after Xiao Mo received the note, he told Gui Junmeng about it. The two then came to the main hall of the Seeking Immortal Temple to give Daoist Yun Xi a full account of the matter.
"This matter... is indeed rather strange."
Daoist Yun Xi shook her head gently and spoke slowly.
"First of all, Jing Ci is a Cultivator at Immortal Realm Perfection. Looking across the entire world, how many people could possibly harm her?"
"Moreover, she is Tushan Meng’s most prized disciple and the future Lord of Tushan. Tushan Meng has always held Tushan Jing Ci in the highest regard and cherishes her dearly. How could she so easily allow anyone to harm her?"
"It is strange," Xiao Mo agreed with a slight nod, his expression grim.
"For these peace talks between the Human Alliance and the Demon Alliance, Tushan Meng personally promised not to harm a single hair on the head of any Human Alliance Cultivator. The Cold Mountain Academy Director personally witnessed her make a venomous oath under the Moon God Tree, swearing upon her own Great Dao. If she were to break it, her body would perish and her Dao would crumble, her soul would scatter, and she would never again enter the cycle of reincarnation."
"But now, a letter has suddenly arrived from Tushan," Xiao Mo paused, his gaze darkening.
Suddenly, Gui Junmeng, who had been sitting quietly to the side listening intently, had a flash of insight in her eyes. She spoke softly, "Could it be... that some members of the Demon Race who are against the peace talks wrote this letter to us? Is their goal to sabotage the negotiations?"
"That’s not impossible," Daoist Yun Xi said slowly, her tone tinged with careful deliberation. "I’ve already sent a Flying Sword message to Director Cun, asking him to inquire on our behalf at Tushan. He will give us a reply."
"We probably won’t get any real answers."
Xiao Mo gave a slight smile, tinged with a hint of resignation.
’Whether or not someone is truly trying to sabotage these peace talks... even if Tushan is secretly plotting something nefarious, would they ever admit to it?’
"Enough. Don’t dwell on this for now. It’s getting late; you two should go and rest," Daoist Yun Xi said softly, her gentle gaze sweeping over them. "I will continue my divinations in the coming days. If I learn anything, I will inform you immediately."
"Yes." Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng bowed respectfully before turning and leaving the main hall.
...
In the courtyard at night, moonlight flowed like water, pooling silently on the ground.
Xiao Mo sat alone on a stone bench, looking up at the night sky.
The stars, like fine grains of sand, were scattered densely across the entire canopy of the sky, twinkling with a cold, distant light.
As Xiao Mo gazed at the vast expanse of stars above Tushan, his thoughts drifted away. He felt as if he had returned to his past life, to his time on Tushan.
He remembered when he had told Jing Ci he was leaving for the front lines.
Under a similarly brilliant starry sky, Jing Ci had stubbornly shaken her head and said, "I don’t agree."
"What’s wrong? Still not asleep this late?"
Gui Junmeng emerged from her room, draped in a gown of gauze as light as smoke, its hem fluttering gently in the night breeze.
She lightly brushed her lapels, brought her legs together, and sat down gracefully beside Xiao Mo, turning her head to look at him.
"I can’t seem to fall asleep," Xiao Mo said with a small, gentle smile as he looked at her. "You should go rest. I’ll be back in the room in a little while."
Gui Junmeng shook her head, her voice soft. "Actually... I can’t sleep either."
"Xiao Mo..."
After a moment, she slowly raised her head, biting her lip lightly, her clear eyes fixed intently on Xiao Mo’s profile.
"The truth is... even if Tushan really is plotting something, you still want to go, don’t you?"
Hearing Gui Junmeng’s words, Xiao Mo slowly turned his head and looked quietly at the woman beside him, his gaze complicated.
"Lately, I’ve also been trying to divine the secrets of heaven using the Great Dream of Yellow Millet."
Xiao Mo was silent for a moment before finally speaking.
"But for some reason, whenever I step into the river of causality, a strange mist always blocks my way. It’s hazy and obscure—I can’t see through anything, can’t divine a thing."
His gaze drifted toward the heavy darkness in the distance. "I just have this strange feeling in my heart... a feeling that... something big is about to happen."
"Actually..." Gui Junmeng looked down, her head bowed, her voice as soft as the evening wind skimming a lake’s surface. "That feeling you have... you might be right."
"Why do you say that?" Xiao Mo asked softly.
"I’ve told you before..."
Gui Junmeng’s voice was low, as if she were recalling something.
"Ever since my last seclusion, it’s as if my Great Dao and Jing Ci’s have merged. There’s an indescribable connection between us on some unseen level. Sometimes, I can even faintly sense Jing Ci’s emotions."
A trace of loneliness flickered in her eyes, and her voice grew quieter. "Lately, I’ve sensed that Jing Ci seems a bit anxious, and also vexed..."
"Xiao Mo, go." Gui Junmeng tugged lightly at the corner of Xiao Mo’s sleeve. "I’ll go with you."
"It’s too dangerous," Xiao Mo said, shaking his head, his brow furrowed slightly.
"But you’re my husband, and Jing Ci is my sister." Gui Junmeng raised her head and looked deep into Xiao Mo’s eyes, her gaze resolute. "If anything happened to either of you... I couldn’t bear it."
Xiao Mo gazed into Gui Junmeng’s stubborn, unyielding eyes and sighed inwardly, knowing that nothing he could say now would change her mind. "Tomorrow... let’s go speak with Daoist Yun Xi."