After Fan Daoyi left, Xuan Miao leaped to the side of the Apothecary's corpse, hooked two bottles of potion with his tail, and tossed them to the Vase Woman and the Flower Tender.
"We've got it! We've got it!"
The Apothecary's body, cut open, writhed and twisted, piecing itself back together bit by bit. Once the body was reassembled, his face was filled with unusual excitement.
"Suspicion and estrangement, betrayal and murder—what a brilliant drama! It's so realistic, who would doubt it!"
Xuan Miao slapped the Apothecary on the forehead with his claw, finally pulling the Apothecary out of his extreme excitement.
"Only when the actors themselves believe it to be true can the audience truly believe it."
"Isn't this a great success? He's Present World..."
"Success? No, the audience is still skeptical, they are still hesitant. Now that the process has been accelerated, we must speed it up."
Dao Yi no longer trusts Guixu, nor does he place his hopes on the Present World. He doesn't believe this is the truth, so he can endure it again and again. The only person he trusts is himself.
No, not even myself.
"Then let's take advantage of the festive atmosphere of the New Year and present him with this generous gift after the holiday; I guarantee he'll be satisfied."
Insect Disaster progress: 67%.
At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, the vast expanse of white snow covers the steep peaks, and as far as the eye can see, it seems that only this boundless world of ice and snow remains between heaven and earth.
The biting wind, like sharp ice knives, pierced straight to the bone, mercilessly whipping at Dao Yi's black coat. The coat fluttered wildly in the gale, its hem billowing and catching specks of snow.
As the wind and snow swept by, the bloodstains that were originally on Dao Yi's body gradually faded away under the baptism of the ice and snow.
His white undershirt gradually emerged from the mottled bloodstains and became as white as new.
A touch of black and white stands out exceptionally pure and striking in this silvery-white world, as if it had just emerged from the depths of the snow-capped mountains, exuding a cool and refreshing aura.
Fan Daoyi stood quietly atop the snow-capped mountain, his well-defined hands gripping the bamboo cane tightly, his head tilted slightly upward as he gazed at the leaden-gray sky.
At this moment, that sentence keeps replaying in my mind.
When I first looked up at the sky, I realized how insignificant I was, like a caged beast.
"Why would I have such a thought..." Fan Daoyi murmured to himself.
In his eyes, all things in the universe are but a fleeting moment; how can they be insignificant?
Dao Yi does not understand.
As Fan Daoyi's gaze slowly shifted from the sky to the front, there stretched out a vast expanse.
Perhaps he could try walking on the Teleportation instead of teleporting.
Fan Daoyi deep breath and gently tapped the ground with his bamboo cane. In an instant, the raging wind and snow gradually softened, falling softly and gently.
On the pristine white snow, Fan Daoyi slowly walked down.
Along the way, he saw many people trapped in illusions. These people were dressed in uniforms, well-equipped, and their every move exuded rigor and professionalism. They did not seem like greedy people driven by desire and blindly pursuing the entrance to the Guixu, but rather like an organized and disciplined team.
The insignia on his chest and his resolute, determined gaze stirred many thoughts in Fan Daoyi, taking him back to decades ago.
At that time, humanity, in its quest to conquer the Guixu, shared the same unwavering faith and fearless courage. They were not blinded by greed; all they sought was that seemingly unattainable hope and the vision of peace and prosperity for all.
Those figures from the past gradually became clearer in the long river of memory, and gradually overlapped with the people trapped in the illusion array before them.
Further down, there were layers of fences. They stood guard outside to prevent anyone from getting close. Even inside the illusion array, their posture remained unchanged, their eyes fixed firmly ahead.
Insignificant, perhaps, is a word that applies to humankind.
Faced with these majestic, towering snow-capped mountains, humanity, without external assistance, is as fragile as an ant.
They climbed relentlessly, but often, in the blink of an eye, they were mercilessly buried by the snow, leaving no trace.
When will we be able to reach the summit?
As they drew closer to the ground, Fan Daoyi's steps grew slower and heavier. He lowered his head in thought, and as the creator of Guixu, he now viewed the world from a human perspective, and seemed to understand that one sentence.
But he's not human.
When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, familiar faces were already waiting there.
Fan Daoyi looked up, and their eyes met, but they remained silent for a moment.
After a long while, the familiar person's lips curled into a faint smile, and they said softly, "They've been looking for you."
"They..." Fan Daoyi lowered his eyes slightly, a complex expression appearing on his face, which finally turned into a heavy sigh.
The familiar person brushed past him and walked towards the snow-capped mountain.
"Where are you going, Azure Dragon?" Fan Daoyi asked, his back to him.
Azure Dragon did not stop. His gaze remained fixed on the towering snow-capped mountain before him, and he said calmly, "Me? Of course, I'm going to take those juniors who are trapped in the illusion array home."
We can't just wait for them to be buried under the snow and disappear without a trace.
After saying that, the Azure Dragon's figure gradually disappeared into the white world, leaving Fan Daoyi standing alone at the foot of the mountain, gazing in the direction he had left, standing there for a long time.
"Hey, the fortune teller's prophecy finally came true! Dao Yi, you really were here!"
The surprised voices pulled Fan Daoyi back to reality, Xun Wind and the others jogged over.
"From south to north, this is all hard work, sleeping in the open. Damn it, I miss your Teleportation." Zhen Thunder complained, panting heavily, his breath instantly condensing in the air.
Everyone maintained the same tone, expressing their concern through simple, superficial words.
"With your health, traveling all that way to the snowy mountains, you mustn't catch a cold." Li Fire patted Fan Daoyi's back firmly, a warm current spreading throughout his body.
Fan Daoyi replied, "Follow your heart and wander the world as you please."
"Now that we've found him, let's go home. Luckily, it wasn't the Four Fiends Cult; it was just a prank you and Azure Dragon played on each other." Qian Heaven stepped forward and said with a relaxed expression.
This was the excuse he gave to everyone.
Listening to their conversation, Fan Daoyi glanced at Qian Heaven and said calmly, "Is that what the Azure Dragon said? If so, why bother searching?"
"Of course it's because you just resurrected and you gave us a big beating. I was annoyed, so I found you and beat you up," He Piaojian said.
A barely perceptible smile crept onto Fan Daoyi's lips. He shifted slightly, taking a step forward. In the blink of an eye, he vanished once more.
Everyone stared at the open space, their faces showing a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
He rushed straight to the open space and shouted.
"No, if you're Teleportation back, at least take us with you! From south to north, that's a huge expense! Travel costs, food, lodging—everything costs money!"