We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

Late at night, moonlight fell silently from the sky. The clear, bright light spilled like water through the mountain woods, as if every living thing had been wrapped in a faint layer of silver radiance.

Inside the small courtyard halfway up Moon Spring Peak, three fox-eared girls lay side by side on the bed in their room. The three little fox tails swished back and forth, ceaselessly batting at the quilt.

Tushan Kankan held a sheet of rice paper in her arms and read it again and again.

For Tushan Kankan, who loved reading and especially loved poetry, the more she read what was written on the paper, the more joy quietly bloomed in her heart.

And what was written on this sheet of rice paper was none other than the poem from the holy daughter’s blank sheet of paper.

At that time, after the three little ones had been driven out, Yueshi had copied out a separate version and handed it to the most obedient among them, Tushan Kankan. Then she had told Tushan Kankan, “You may only read it yourself. You are not allowed to show it to the two of them.”

This was the punishment for Tushan Doudou and Tushan Yiyi.

Sure enough, after they returned, Tushan Doudou and Tushan Yiyi were itching with curiosity.

Tushan Doudou clung to the edge of the bed and poked out her fluffy little head. Her fox ears trembled, and she curiously tried to lean closer to see what was written.

But the instant she moved, Tushan Kankan discovered her. Tushan Kankan puffed out her little mouth at her and turned away without the slightest mercy.

Tushan Yiyi also quietly crawled over to Tushan Kankan’s side, wanting to sneak a peek.

But Tushan Kankan decisively pressed the poem against her chest and covered it up tightly.

“Kankan, just let us see it...” Tushan Doudou reached out and tugged Tushan Kankan’s little hand, swaying it back and forth as she acted spoiled.

“That’s right, Kankan. Just let us take one look. We’ll buy pastries for you in the future,” Tushan Yiyi also pleaded.

“No.” Tushan Kankan shook her head decisively. “Sister Yueshi said I can’t show it to you.”

“Just let us see. For the next half year, we’ll help you wash all your clothes.” Tushan Doudou refused to give up and raised the stakes.

Tushan Yiyi froze for a moment, turned to look at her little best friend, and could not help muttering inwardly—wasn’t that a little too ruthless?

But when Tushan Yiyi saw Kankan wavering, after a moment of hesitation, she still steeled her heart, nodded heavily, and answered, “Doudou, forget half a year. For the next year, we’ll take care of all your clothes. We’ll wash every single one...”

“And besides, Kankan, we’re good sisters who grew up together. Since we’re sisters, of course we should share blessings and face hardships together. How could we hide things from each other and keep secrets? Besides, if you let us see it, we definitely won’t tell anyone.”

Tushan Doudou looked at her with a pair of watery eyes that blinked and blinked, filled with sincerity and earnestness.

“That’s right. We’re good sisters who can never be separated for the rest of our lives,” Tushan Yiyi hurriedly picked up the thread and continued persuading her.

“Well...” Under such persistent, soft pleading from her two sisters, the hard stubbornness in Tushan Kankan’s heart could not help softening bit by bit.

“But the two of you usually refuse to study properly. I’m afraid you won’t really understand the lines in this poem,” Tushan Kankan said helplessly.

“That’s fine. Kankan, you just read it,” Tushan Yiyi and Tushan Doudou immediately seized the chance when they saw hope and continued begging her, one sentence after another.

“Then... all right...” Tushan Kankan finally relented and nodded lightly. “Then I’ll read it to you.”

As the words fell, she took out the white paper Sister Yueshi had copied for her, sat up properly, cleared her throat, and read with great seriousness:

“After tasting all the bitterness of parting under heaven,

I never thought, on returning,

so many flowers would have fallen.”

Tushan Kankan read the poem word by word, each line filled with feeling.

Although Tushan Doudou and Tushan Yiyi did not really understand what the lines Tushan Kankan was reading meant,

for some reason, they both felt in their hearts that this poem was truly well written.

“Beneath the flowers we looked at each other without a word;

by the green window, spring and heaven both darkened.”

Tushan Kankan continued reading word by word, her voice crisp as pearls falling onto a jade plate.

As Tushan Yiyi and Tushan Doudou listened, their little heads unconsciously swayed gently from side to side.

In their minds, it was as if scattered flowers, emerald-green window lattices, and a gentle spring scene brimming with life had appeared.

“I meant to tell all my longing beneath the lamp.

A single thread of new joy,

a thousand strands of old sorrow.”

After reading this line, Tushan Kankan paused slightly and did not continue.

“Kankan, is that the end?” Tushan Doudou blinked curiously and could not help asking.

“Kankan, why do I feel like this poem still isn’t finished?” Tushan Yiyi also shook Tushan Kankan’s little hand and urged, “Hurry and keep reading...”

Tushan Kankan lowered her head and glanced at her two little sisters. She took a deep breath and slowly read the final line, word by word—

...

“What the mortal world can least hold onto

is a youthful face leaving the mirror,

and flowers leaving the tree...”

Beneath the Moon God Tree, Tushan Jingci slowly raised her head and murmured softly to herself, quietly gazing at this divine tree that the Tushan clan had worshiped for generations.

At her feet, an enormous spell formation had already been completed.

Its formation markings were like a spiderweb, spreading ceaselessly in all directions beneath the tree, wrapping layer upon layer around the entire Moon God Tree.

Tushan Jingci slowly lifted her left hand.

The dagger sliced across her palm. The cold blade cut open her skin, and crimson blood slowly flowed down from the center of her fist, drop by drop, falling into the spell formation.

The woman’s warm blood was like a key that opened a seal, silently lighting up the entire formation.

For these thirty years, Tushan Jingci had tried again and again, failed again and again, but she had never given up.

And this time, she used the bloodline of a nine-tailed immortal fox as the guide, the Moon God Tree as the formation, and the fortune of all Tushan as protection.

This time, she would definitely find him!

“You said it! You said you would never leave me! You said you would never break your word!”

Behind the woman, seven snow-white fox tails drifted and unfurled ceaselessly in the air like the finest silk, radiating holy light.

The Moon God Tree abruptly burst forth with ten thousand zhang of radiance. That dazzling pillar of light shot straight through layer after layer of clouds, reaching the very end of the sky.

Circle after circle of majestic spiritual power spread outward from Moon God Mountain in waves, like ripples startled across the surface of a lake.

At this moment, Tushan Jingci’s divine sense was already tightly connected to the Moon God Tree.

She seemed to transform into those spreading ripples of spiritual power, extending across every inch of the demon-race world.

Her gaze passed over one demon and human after another in the demon-race world, sweeping over wastelands and cities, over mountains, rivers, and streams.

Every person, every demon, in Tushan Jingci’s eyes, was like a grain of sand in the boundless sea, tiny and insignificant.

Only, these grains of sand were all dim and lightless. None of them was the one she had searched for so bitterly.

The woman did not know how many grains of sand she had looked through.

Because she had borrowed the Moon God Tree’s power for so long, and because the burden of the spell formation was so great, she felt her divine sense grow heavier and heavier, as if a mountain were pressing down on her heart with every breath.

There was even a faint, violent pain in her soul, as if countless invisible threads were madly pulling and tearing at it.

And the cheeks of her physical body were visibly turning deathly pale, without the slightest trace of blood.

Crimson blood slowly flowed down the corner of her mouth, drop by drop, dripping onto the formation markings beneath the Moon God Tree.

But Tushan Jingci did not care about any of this.

The only thing she feared was that this spell formation, into which she had poured everything and brought almost to perfection, still would not find any trace of him.

If she could not find him this time,

then what else could she do in the days to come?

Tushan Jingci did not dare think about it.

And just as the spell formation’s effect gradually began to fade, the Moon God Tree’s ripples of spiritual power were about to disperse, and Tushan Jingci’s heart seemed about to sink to rock bottom—

on a mountain peak at the border of the demon-race world, an extremely faint point of light suddenly appeared.

That point of light was like the weak yet stubborn glow of a firefly in the depths of the dark night.

Though it was exceedingly tiny, it was impossible to ignore.

In an instant, the woman’s heartbeat abruptly quickened. Her mind even went blank.

Three breaths later, the spell formation’s radiance dimmed bit by bit, and the Moon God Tree’s ripples finally dispersed.

Although the woman could not determine his exact location, it was already enough.

“I knew it...”

“I knew I would still be able to see you...”

“I knew it... You wouldn’t lie to me...”

The moment the woman beneath the Moon God Tree slowly opened her eyes, tears silently rolled down from the corners of them.

They slid across her fair, delicate cheeks.

They slid across her thin lips, which had curved slightly like crescent moons.

...

Four Seas Dragon Palace.

Xiaoqing sat alone in the great hall, her eyes lowered as she dealt with the mountain of accumulated affairs.

Thirty years ago, when she had hurried back to the imperial palace from the demon-race world, her heart had been filled with anxiety and unease.

She had worried that her elder sister already knew the news about Brother Xiao. She had worried that her elder sister would rush over regardless of everything.

Fortunately, over the years, her elder sister had not paid all that much attention to the situation in the demon-race world. In the end, there were some things she had not discovered.

But every time Xiaoqing saw that her elder sister was still stubbornly searching for Brother Xiao’s traces, her heart could not help aching faintly.

Because Xiaoqing knew better than anyone that this was ultimately something with no result. It was futile, a question that would never have an answer.

Yet throughout these years, Xiaoqing had never told her elder sister the news that “Brother Xiao’s soul had scattered and completely vanished from heaven and earth.”

She could not bear to.

She could not bear to personally extinguish the final bit of hope in her elder sister’s heart.

But Xiaoqing also often asked herself again and again in the dead of night:

Was what she was doing truly right?

Was hiding this from her elder sister truly for her elder sister’s good?

And... would her elder sister really... never find out?

Xiaoqing quietly thought for a very, very long time, torn over and over again in her heart.

In the end, Xiaoqing finally made up her mind—after her elder sister came out of seclusion this time, she would tell her everything without leaving out a single detail. From then on, she would no longer hide anything at all.

“Sister Xiaoqing...”

Just as Xiaoqing finished reviewing the memorials submitted by the Four Seas ministers, the maid Han’er hurried into the palace hall, her expression panicked as she called out.

“What is it?” Xiaoqing raised her head, her brows drawing together as she asked in confusion. “What has you so flustered?”

“Sister Xiaoqing, that forbidden ground in the rear palace... something strange has appeared there.” Han’er’s voice trembled faintly, her fingers tightly clutching her skirt.

Han’er did not know exactly what use the spell formation in the rear palace, arranged with the full power of the Four Seas, truly had.

But she understood one thing very clearly: both Her Majesty and Sister Xiaoqing cared about every movement in that spell formation to an extreme degree.

And Her Majesty and Sister Xiaoqing had both personally instructed her that once any abnormality appeared in that spell formation, no matter when or where, she had to report it immediately. Even if the sky collapsed, she had to put this matter first and absolutely could not delay by even the slightest bit.

“An abnormality?”

“Could it be...”

When Xiaoqing heard Han’er’s words, her mind shook abruptly. She stood up at once and hurried toward the rear courtyard without the slightest hesitation.

Only, as she walked along the path leading to the forbidden ground, Xiaoqing’s heart was full of doubt.

This spell formation had clearly been built by her elder sister to search for Brother Xiao’s reincarnation.

But Brother Xiao’s soul had long since been destroyed. How could he possibly enter reincarnation again?

Very soon, Xiaoqing arrived before that spell formation.

The enormous formation was blossoming with dazzling light. Its formation markings flowed like a river of stars, blazing and brilliant.

Although this spell formation did not clearly point out Brother Xiao’s location the way it had last time, Xiaoqing, who stood dazed in place, already understood in her heart—

Brother Xiao... was not dead.

...

At the border between the demon-race world and Sikong Temple.

Because this place was not some strategic location that armies had to fight over, its spiritual power could hardly be called abundant. In fact, it was even somewhat thin.

As a result, this place was not valued by sects or dynasties.

Therefore, the towns and villages situated along this border were still fairly peaceful and had not been disturbed much by the chaos of war.

Moreover, precisely because it was close to the Western Region, this area had more or less some border trade with the Western Region.

In terms of customs and culture, this place was also more or less influenced by the Western Region.

Thus, on one of the mountains at the border, there stood a temple.

The name of this temple was Sikong Temple.

Sikong Temple could not be called magnificent or resplendent, and the monks in the temple could not be called numerous.

However, because the monks of Sikong Temple often descended the mountain to help the common people in the villages and towns treat illnesses, drive away evil, and preside over certain weddings, funerals, Buddhist rites, and blessing ceremonies,

over time, the common people had come to greatly respect Sikong Temple.

The incense offerings in the temple could not be called flourishing on ordinary days, but they were definitely not scarce either.

On this day, Sikong Temple’s old abbot went to Cloud Village to help treat illnesses.

The old abbot often went down the mountain to do such things, just like a physician who traveled among the villages.

At dusk, after finishing an entire day of consultations, the old abbot finally left the village and slowly walked back to the temple.

But just as the old abbot arrived in front of the temple gates, he saw an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes, quietly placed beside the gates, sleeping peacefully.