Qingyue and Qingyue, Illusory and Real

She seemed to see the scene described by the Immortal King: it was a world full of vitality and spiritual energy, with strange flora, fauna, and beasts. In this world, all things coexisted in harmony, the Dao followed nature, and everything was free and unrestrained.

Qingyue felt as if her soul had merged into one with this world; she could feel the breath and heartbeat of every living thing.

She grasped the true meaning of life and the significance of cultivation, understanding that there existed an invisible force in the universe that permeated the lives of all things, influencing the growth and evolution of every life form.

In this magical moment, Qingyue's heart was filled with awe and gratitude.

She was filled with love and reverence for the Immortal King, grateful to him for revealing the mysteries of this world to her. She vowed to constantly pursue and explore, to continuously improve her own strength and wisdom, so that she might comprehend even more truths and mysteries.

When Qingyue regained her senses from this magical realm, she found herself sitting in an open space, surrounded by swirling clouds and mist.

The Immortal King and the others had already vanished, leaving her alone to savor the visions and insights she had just experienced.

Just as Qingyue wanted to observe more closely, a wave of dizziness washed over her soul, and in a trance, she woke up.

Qingyue stood up slowly, her heart still immersed in that magical realm. She felt as if she had become more acute and clear, filled with perception toward everything around her.

She looked around and discovered that the other prodigies were also listening intently to the Immortal King's sermon, each of their faces revealing expressions of awe and joy.

Qingyue knew that they, too, had gained inspiration and enlightenment from this magical sermon and had harvested much.

The door of the thatched cottage opened slowly, and a breeze blew through, bringing with it the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Yet this scent seemed unusually strange at this moment; Qingyue felt as if she had never truly breathed the air here before.

The furnishings inside the room were as they had always been—simple yet tidy.

Those items she had once been so familiar with now seemed as novel as if she were seeing them for the first time. Her gaze fell upon her cultivation platform, where a half-closed book lay, its pages gently turning in the breeze as if whispering untold secrets.

Qingyue walked over slowly and reached out to pick up the book.

It was her diary, recording her inner journey and the bits and pieces of her cultivation. She opened a page, and on it was written: "Today I subdued the Azure Moon Flame; I am thrilled. This will be a great aid on my path of cultivation."

She looked at her own hands again, as if she could still feel the scorching heat and power from when she had subdued the immortal flame all those years ago.

Back then, she had been so high-spirited; why, then, had she become so lost now?

Qingyue closed her eyes, and suddenly, a cold and familiar voice rang out in her mind: "Qingyue, you have returned."

It was herself—it was her own inner voice.

Qingyue's eyes widened: "I... am I Fairy Azure Moon? And... did I subdue an immortal flame?"

Qingyue snapped her eyes open, her heart racing.

That voice, that existence claiming to be her inner voice, what was it? She began to doubt whether she was in a chaotic space-time, and whether this world was real.

She looked around; every corner of the thatched cottage seemed to be telling of her past, yet those memories were so blurry and uncertain.

She touched her own body, feeling her existence, trying to find a shred of proof of reality.

In her original timeline, she had not yet gone to explore the Emperor Fall Secret Realm, and naturally, she had not yet subdued the Azure Moon Flame.

Thinking of this, she decided that since she was here, she would settle in. She cast aside her distracting thoughts and began to cultivate as she always had.

Slowly, Qingyue began to immerse herself in this mysterious space-time, comprehending its profound mysteries.

She discovered that this was an independent space, seemingly isolated from the outside world, yet at the same time, it was inextricably linked to the outside, as if it were a part of the heavens and earth.

She contemplated the growth of all things and felt the rhythm of the heavens and earth; her soul was cleansed and sublimated, and her Dao cultivation was constantly improving.

A hundred years later.

During these hundred years, Fairy Azure Moon had also discovered many secrets.

This space-time was an upgraded version of the Primal Ancient Realm; except for the absence of Su Li, everything else was exactly the same as the "Primal Ancient Realm," with no differences whatsoever.

Finally, at a certain moment, Fairy Azure Moon returned to reality from that mysterious space-time.

In that mysterious space-time, Fairy Azure Moon felt as if she had experienced an endless journey; her soul had been surrounded by the ripples of time and space, as if wandering between dreams and reality.

However, at that very instant, a ray of light streaked across the horizon, like the first light of dawn, illuminating her soul.

Qingyue felt a warm force surge from that light, piercing through her body in an instant.

She felt as if she were being gently lifted by an invisible force, floating within that mysterious space-time.

The surrounding scenery began to blur, as if a scroll were slowly unfolding before her eyes.

Then, the light gradually dissipated, and Qingyue slowly descended back into reality.

She discovered that her Dao cultivation had made a qualitative leap, and her soul had become more tranquil and profound.

She first glanced at Su Li, who was staring at her in a daze, then looked toward the cracks in the thatched cottage, where faint immortal light was still spilling in.

She understood that the mysterious space-time was not a hallucination, but a real existence; it had given her many precious insights and experiences, making her more determined in her path of cultivation.

Fairy Azure Moon smiled slightly, her eyes flashing with endless light. She knew that from this moment on, she had quietly intervened in a certain chess game, whether as a player or a piece.

Qingyue stopped thinking; the road ahead was still long, but she had the confidence to face all challenges and difficulties.

The Dao immortal light spilled in from the cracks in the thatched cottage, casting mottled shadows upon them, as if draping them in a mysterious veil.

Fairy Azure Moon exhaled softly, as if organizing her thoughts.

She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, allowing herself to be completely immersed in that mysterious space-time once more.

Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were recalling every detail of that place.

Her complexion was slightly pale, yet a strange light flickered in her eyes; her slender fingers were clasped together gently, as if seeking a sense of security.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she were still immersed in the lingering echoes of that space-time.

After a long while, Fairy Qingyue slowly opened her eyes and looked at Su Li.

Her gaze held a trace of bewilderment and confusion, but even more so, it was filled with firmness and determination.

She knew that the mysterious space-time had granted her many precious insights and experiences, making her even more steadfast in her path of cultivation.