The Flower in One's Heart

The meteorite passage was filled with billowing Red Mist, scorching hot, violent, and destructive.

Wang Xuan's eyes were strange. Was this true? He looked at it again and again, and was sure that the words were correct and were indeed the handwriting of the Demon Lord Yanyan.

In fact, several experts saw it and felt it was outrageous, but they all chose to remain silent. Under the current circumstances, anyone who comments will be unlucky.

Even someone like Old Zhang, who has a social Niu Ben disorder, has chosen to keep quiet now; he doesn't want to fight the Demon Lord here.

As for the Demon Lord Yanyan herself, her snow-white feet inside her battle boots were already tense. She had never felt so... distressed and awkward before. This feeling was too uncomfortable.

Her beautiful face remained unchanged, maintaining its composure, but in this deathly silence, she was on the verge of breaking down.

Wang Xuan was intrigued, but quickly calmed down. Was he going to get a beating? Even though he hadn't written it, sometimes reasoning was useless.

He felt that the Demon Lord Yanyan would use him to resolve the awkward situation and get out of her predicament, and if things went wrong, a major tragedy would occur.

He didn't want to be beaten for no reason, so he quickly said, "I understand!"

In any case, he had to keep these people calm, not give the Demon Lord a chance to retaliate, and successfully defuse the awkward situation, so he had to take the initiative.

Several experts had a look of unease in their eyes, but none of them spoke, fearing to offend someone. They were all waiting for Wang Xuan to get beaten up, because they knew the Demon Lord's personality all too well.

"What do you want to say?" Demon Lord Yanyan asked expressionlessly, but her heart was far from calm, and she was already preparing to make a move.

"This is a life-or-death situation, involving every one of us!" Wang Xuan's expression was extremely serious; he wanted to divert their attention first.

"You seem a bit flustered. The light of your primordial spirit is beating abnormally. I get the feeling you're guilty," Zhang Daoling said with a smile.

Wang Xuan really wanted to beat up Old Zhang; he was so disloyal, sabotaging him at a crucial moment. Sure enough, the Demon Lord Yanyan's fingertips glowed slightly, ready to strike at any moment.

"Everyone, do you know where this place is? Do you understand that you are all being controlled by a mysterious force?"

He spoke quickly, then continued, "You know what? There's something wrong with both of us being here. You're like characters in a play, while I'm like an observer. You're playing roles whose endings are unknown."

Sure enough, his words had an effect. Everyone present was slightly surprised, including the Demon Ancestor Qi Yi and the silver-robed man who appeared from the ashes after Zheng Yuantian's death. They all felt uneasy.

In fact, even though they were pulled in time and time again without retaining any memories, their hearts had already sensed that something was wrong.

"This is a survival crisis, and it will most likely require a terrifying escape. What we need to study now is how to leave and how to get you out, instead of causing you to arrive abruptly again and again and be dragged here without any reason."

After Wang Xuan finished speaking, feeling that he was no longer being targeted, he successfully defused the awkward situation and diverted everyone's attention. The Demon Lord Yanyan subtly covered the words with the hem of her skirt.

"Your condition is very peculiar; you appeared as soon as I arrived and began to observe you." This was what puzzled him the most.

"Old Zhang, there are words on your clothes too, but most of them were burned and are badly damaged. Can you even read them yourself?"

Zhang Daoling frowned and said, "I saw some of it, but most of it has turned to ashes."

Fang Yuzhu said, "According to you, after you leave and come back, everything will continue from the last 'plot,' as if someone pressed the pause button in the middle?"

Wang Xuan then asked, "Sister Yuzhu, why did you encounter any problems when you were engraving words on the magical armor?"

It must be said that the people present had keen senses and extraordinary perception. They were able to deduce part of the truth from the few broken words. Their primordial spirits were drawn here, and the pause in the blank period was extremely abnormal. During that time, they should have returned to the present world, but they did not take their memories with them.

"Someone has erased our memories?" The Demon Lord's face turned cold and aloof.

"So, when you go back this time, you need to preserve some memories by carving words on your bodies." Wang Xuan, Old Zhang, and Fang Yuzhu studied the burned words.

Wang Xuan said, "Your message mentioned the word 'scripture' and also mentioned that it is important to achieve a minor level of mastery in practicing this scripture. However, it is too incomplete. Next time you come, you need to describe it more clearly."

Zhang Daoling nodded, then continued, "This time, the more concise the message is when it is transmitted Traversing Space-time, the clearer the true meaning remains. For example, the Demon Lord's message is very clear."

Wang Xuan stopped talking, but in his heart he was cursing Old Zhang, "Are you trying to screw me over?"

Old Zhang added, "The current demon lord may be sending a very important signal. I tend to think it is some kind of spiritual key that Wang Xuan needs to unlock. Then we will awaken or something will happen."

"That makes sense." The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor nodded.

"I second that!" Demon Ancestor Qi Yi smiled.

The Demon Lord Yanyan's gaze could kill. She stared at Wang Xuan, then smiled, as if ice and snow were thawing and spring sunshine was shining brightly, and said, "Don't you also agree?"

Wang Xuan shook his head decisively, his survival instincts kicking in, and said, "No, I think, Sister Yanyan, you can just cut off the hem of your skirt and give it to me. The result will be the same. Perhaps, I just need to take it to the real world to test it."

"You still want to take it away?" The Demon Lord Yanyan's fair and slender hands glowed.

"Since it involves the secret key of the spirit, we must be very careful. We should let Wang Xuan do it himself," Zhang Daoling said.

This is a huge pitfall! Wang Xuan tried to escape, but he was being watched by everyone present.

"Bang!"

Between the Demon Lord and Zhang Daoling, patterns intertwined. The two exchanged a few blows. If Fang Yuzhu hadn't intervened, the Demon Lord might have fought Old Zhang.

"Come here!" Demon Lord Yanyan looked at Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan looked troubled and said, "This task is indeed quite difficult, but for everyone's safety and to ensure a safe departure from here, I will do my best to complete it!"

"Sister Yanyan, please forgive me!" He stepped forward with a fearless spirit and took action.

"Snap!"

In the end, Wang Xuan returned with a grimacing expression. It was indeed a difficult task, and he couldn't avoid being beaten, especially since accidentally touching those fair, long legs gave the Demon Lord an excuse to attack.

In the present world, Chen Yongjie and Qing Mu dared not approach, but they were watching from a distance. They were immediately shocked to see the burned skirt. Although the four characters on it were slightly damaged, they were still recognizable. It was a bit... an eyesore.

"Click!" This time, Wang Xuan took the photo himself to preserve evidence, so as to avoid being beaten by the Demon Lord when they met in the future. He then decisively put it away and decided to keep it safe.

After resting in the Real World, Wang Xuan still had to set off again. At the same time, he instructed Qing Mu and Old Chen to pay attention to receiving information from the ancient ship deep in the universe.

Chen Yongjie said, "Wang Xuan, there's something wrong with you. Every time you blur and disappear completely, you're enveloped in a ball of light, and there's a momentary sound of chanting. What kind of practice were you doing then?"

"I didn't practice my skills before I left." Wang Xuan was surprised. Then, he stopped and carefully recalled several scriptures, from the Golden Bamboo Slip to the stone tablet scriptures, then to the Shakya True Scripture, and then to... the Great Law of Mental Illness. His brow twitched wildly.

He quickly retrieved a pile of scriptures, bamboo slips, and papers from the Blessed Land Fragment, placed them on the ground, and told Chen Yongjie that this time he would keep a close eye on which scripture would react.

Deep in space, on an ancient spaceship, the atmosphere was unusual. The four masters remained silent, and even the Demon Lord Yanyan had left a warning message, but... the skirt was still gone!

"Is this how you provoke me when you can't see the celestial dance?" The long dress that Demon Lord Yanyan had burned off began to recover, but her long legs could no longer be concealed.

"He's committing a crime, how could the stunningly beautiful Miss Yanyan possibly let him off?" After the mechanical bird finished speaking, it automatically disintegrated, turning into active metallic liquid that flowed away into the distance. Rather than being beaten every time, it's better to take the initiative.

"These words disappeared too quickly. The gist of it was that we left too few messages, and we should write more to convey accurate information," Old Zhang said.

Overall, they were fairly satisfied. Although the memory of the departed spiritual light had been erased, the two places were not completely blocking information, so they could find a way to resolve the situation.

"Then let's write more!" Zhang Daoling said.

Fang Yuzhu and the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor were naturally fine, but the Demon Lord Yanyan wanted to beat Wang Xuan so badly that she was gritting her teeth and dared to leave such a message.

"If you dare to tear my skirt again, I'll kill you!" In the end, the Demon Lord Yanyan's message remained unchanged, just those few words, which she did not want to elaborate on. If this warning was ineffective again, she was willing to fly back to her Old Earth and deal with Wang Xuan herself.

Wang Xuan's body blurred. In front of him, something unusual did happen: a yellowed piece of paper, old and ordinary, emitted light and floated up!

With a whoosh, he disappeared.

"Found it!" Chen Yongjie was shocked. It wasn't Golden Bamboo Slip, nor any other secret manual, but just an ordinary piece of paper. How could it have caused all this?

In the meteorite passage, Wang Xuan saw the group again. When he noticed the Demon Lord's new message, he was immediately bewildered. "They're coming again?"

This time, there was one more word than before, which was recognizable. "Tear my skirt again."

"This... isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Wang Xuan rubbed his hands, looking embarrassed, mainly because he didn't want to face the Demon Lord Yanyan's murderous gaze anymore.

He quickly checked the other people's comments, and in fact, several of them were also frowning. There were quite a few messages being conveyed this time, involving turning reality into fiction, which made the situation many times more serious.

They talked for a long time here and roughly came up with an outline.

In the end, Wang Xuan returned with the "Five-Word Mantra Skirt".

Chen Yongjie and Qing Mu were shocked. Looking at the physical evidence and staring at the five characters, they were certain that it was the Demon Lord's handwriting.

"Is Little Wang acting on imperial orders? He's defying the heavens!" Qing Mu exclaimed.

Chen Yongjie felt that Wang Xuan would be beaten sooner or later, and there must be something going on. He quickly told him, "It's this scripture."

Wang Xuan immediately realized that the Withered Yellow Paper page was Great Law of Mental Illness he had found in the ashes of a mythical civilization.

"If I can explain some things, it means that my own problems are very serious. I may be in a special state on a mental level."

"Fairy Fang and Ancestor Zhang sent a message from the depths of the universe, and we finally received it." Qing Mu was overjoyed to receive the message.

A video was presented, containing the deductions and conclusions of four experts, which were explained very clearly and plainly.

"To distinguish truth from falsehood, to Only I am the sole truth, to see all things, all spirits, all ages, all External Sensation as mere illusions? I've run into trouble practicing this scripture. It even involves the Sky-Veiling Mirror? This time when I go in, I'll have to resolve all the issues."

Deep in the universe, Demon Lord Yanyan is about to explode. Warnings are useless, and she is once again blatantly provoked. Her long dress turns into a short dress, showing off her beautiful figure!

"Is he trying to collect a complete set of peerless armor?" Zhang Daoling asked with a smile.

"Young man, you certainly have ideas, drive, and are not afraid of the future." The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor smiled as well.

Upon returning to the meteorite passage, Wang Xuan naturally had fewer doubts and understood the essence of the problem. He brought in a page of scripture.

I didn't know it before, but now I realize that ordinary paper is so strange. It always glows, like a lantern illuminating the road. The Red Substance only charred it but did not destroy it. I suppose it can be restored after I get out.

"It's terrifying. It's just a single sheet of paper, and the material doesn't seem special, yet it can withstand the fire and destructive substances here," Wang Xuan exclaimed in amazement.

Upon his return, he held a private meeting with Fang Yuzhu, Zhang Daoling, Yanyan, and Ming Xue, omitting the Demon Ancestor and Qi Teng.

"The Demon Flower, the Sky-Veiling Mirror, a place close to reality, paper, the Great Law of Mental Illness, the interplay of reality and illusion—it's terrifying!" The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor exclaimed in shock.

"There are some things you shouldn't tell us," Fang Yuzhu said.

"However, you have come here, and I myself have encountered some problems that need to be resolved," Wang Xuan said. He was also somewhat apprehensive. There were too many problems here, and he wondered if anything would happen if they were to return to the present world with their memories intact.

Fang Yuzhu spoke directly, saying, "This time, if your problem can be resolved satisfactorily, you can watch our primordial spirit light depart, and the rest of you can stay."

She knew that if Wang Xuan's secret here were exposed, even his closest allies might have reservations.

"Impossible! Do you expect me to leave the entire dress to him?!" Demon Lord Yanyan was like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, almost baring her teeth and claws, extremely angry.

"Let's address his Mental Illness first," Zhang Daoling said.

"Old Zhang, it's you who has the diagnosis report!" Wang Xuan said, dissatisfied.

"You disagree? I'll win you over with virtue!" Old Zhang said with a smile.

"There's something strange here. I feel there's no such thing as a demonic flower. That place should have been empty. That flower shouldn't exist," the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor said, frowning.

Fang Yuzhu pondered and said, "The so-called demonic flower, the Flower of Eternal Life, is not your or my flower. This is the path Wang Xuan has taken all along, perhaps just his vision, the Flower of Eternal Life that will never fade in his heart. Later, it turned into the fog in his heart, an unsolvable mystery, and thus became the hallucinogenic demonic flower."

Demon Lord Yanyan agreed, saying, "That's right. In each of our hearts, there is a Flower of Eternal Life of immortality. This is the common vision of mythical beings, and also the common people's yearning for immortality and pursuit of eternal life. We nurture it together, and it takes root in the hearts of all living beings. It is a flower that has been vibrant since ancient times, and even Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Qin Emperor Wu of Han pursued it."