Stepping into the new area, Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang seemed to have fallen from a desolate abyss of cause and effect into another magnificent and unparalleled wonderland. The surrounding world seemed to be woven from light and dreams, the path under their feet shimmered with a crystal-like luster, and every stone slab was slowly flowing with iridescent ripples, as if it were paved with fragments of the Milky Way. In the distance, the trees towered high, and vines with flowing light hung from their branches, as if countless galaxies were cascading down, weaving into a dreamlike curtain.
The first thing that catches the eye is the picturesque "Illusory Color Woodland." Tall, mushroom-shaped plants emit light in shades of pink, gold, and azure, their canopies overflowing like molten lava, cascading in layers of radiance and turning the streams into iridescent ripples. Thousands of points of light float in the air, like fireflies, yet as they dance, they reflect ancient runes and patterns, as if the entire world is silently chanting.
As they continued, the scene shifted, and a vast "Blue Crystal Forest Abyss" suddenly appeared before them. Jagged stone pillars stood like monuments, crystalline blue light emanating from within, exuding a chilling aura that soothed the soul. The surrounding flowers and plants were all tinged with a deep blue, and butterfly-shaped spirits fluttered in groups, as if the shattered night sky had coalesced here, creating a dreamlike scene that made it difficult to distinguish between illusion and reality.
Further ahead lies the magnificent "Starfall Firmament Abyss". The waterfall cascades down from the void, and the water is not clear water, but countless tiny, radiant stardust. Each drop trails a star trail as it falls, and when it plunges into the deep pool, it is like the collapse of the Milky Way, creating countless halos of light. The ancient trees and stone steps surrounding it are full of life, as if ancient ruins have been reborn.
Finally, as they ascended the dreamlike staircase, they were greeted by a dome of "Primordial Illusory Realm," where a sky full of stars and cascading waterfalls of light intertwined, like a canvas of the world's origin, painted with countless colors to achieve Ultimate brilliance. Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang stood there, seemingly becoming silhouettes sculpted by starlight and time itself.
The magnificence and mystery of it all filled the two with a sense of oppression and awe. They knew that this magnificent world was not just a beautiful sight, but a place where the unknown and trials were hidden.
Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang walked slowly through this world where light and dreams intertwined. Their footsteps echoed softly in the crystalline ground, as if responding to their heartbeats. The surroundings were breathtakingly beautiful, yet tinged with an Ultimate sense of oppression. Beneath the shimmering flowerbeds, a silent tremor occasionally rippled, as if some ancient being was breathing slowly; atop the towering crystal pillars, light and shadow sometimes coalesced into blurry outlines, gazing at their backs, only to vanish in the blink of an eye.
The waterfall in the distance still rushed forward, but in the deepest part of the waterfall's light, a colossal shadow seemed to stand, its outline indistinct, like an ancient guardian or a lurking figure in the abyss. It made no sound, but its presence made Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang's hearts tighten.
The world remains magnificent and unparalleled, yet beneath this tranquil surface, undercurrents are stirring. The true nature of the Realm of Primordial Echoes seems to be gradually being revealed.
As they approached, the illusory figure deep within the waterfall of light gradually became clearer, and Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang felt a jolt in their hearts at the same time. What was originally just a blurry outline now seemed to be gradually sketched out by the light of time and space.
The phantom was surrounded by countless bands of light, like fragments of destiny from the very beginning of the universe. Each band of light whispered an ancient, undecipherable language. It did not speak, but a strange, resounding melody suddenly echoed throughout the world—a symphony of time reversal, cause and effect folding, and the whispers of the soul itself. Hong Xiuxiang clutched her chest, feeling as if a long-sealed page of her consciousness had been abruptly turned, forcing deep-seated childhood memories and fears to surface. Qin Yu, on the other hand, was instantly shown countless failures of his past and the gradual Annihilation of his loved ones, as if the "future destruction" was testing his will.
The ground beneath their feet also changed. What was once a shimmering meadow instantly transformed into countless shattered mirrors, each step reflecting a different version of themselves: an angry self, a cold self, a defeated self, or even a self that had betrayed everything. Each mirror seemed to reach out an invisible hand, trying to drag them in.
Qin Yu clenched his fists, the aura of Annihilation Origin surging within his body. His gaze was icy as he stared directly at the illusory figure. Hong Xiuxiang, on the other hand, raised both hands together, the Spirit Brocade Book Realm trembling slightly deep within her sea of consciousness, the illusory pages of the book fluttering as she tried to steady her mind.
Just as the two were almost completely swallowed by the illusion, the phantom slowly raised its finger, and a beam of light fell—without killing intent, yet like a judgment, illuminating the entire Realm of Primordial Echoes as if it were daytime.
The moment the phantom's finger slowly rose, the world fell silent. All the illusions, the shattered mirrors, and the distorted spacetime seemed to be gently brushed by a higher-level force, collapsing with a roar. Then, a breathtaking spectacle suddenly unfolded.
In the depths of the void, it seemed as if a previously unseen rift had been gently opened, and a dazzling rainbow light poured out. The light did not fall in a straight line, but spread out in layers like ripples, resembling the fluctuations at the birth of the universe, dyeing the surrounding area into a colorful ocean.
Immediately afterwards, billions of colorful butterflies danced out from the surge of light. Their wings seemed to be woven from stars and mist, with intricate runes and colors flowing on their translucent flakes. Each gentle flap scattered fragments of light from space and time, like petals or a meteor shower, illuminating the entire Realm of Primordial Echoes.
The butterflies were not merely fluttering about; they were weaving tapestries of light across the sky, the forest, and around Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang. Some swarms of butterflies formed ancient divine patterns in the air, shimmering with chains of cause and effect that seemed both familiar and incomprehensible; others transformed into a vast galaxy in the void, as if reenacting the Annihilation and rebirth of billions of years ago.
The wind was still, the world held its breath, save for the soft, sacred fluttering of countless colorful butterflies, like the low murmur of the Great Dao. Hong Xiuxiang held her breath, her eyes reflecting the sea of butterflies, her whole being seemingly melted by this boundless spectacle; Qin Yu was also deeply shocked, even the Azure Ring deep within his sea of consciousness rippled, as if responding to this wonder that did not belong to the human world.
At this moment, the entire Realm of Primordial Echoes completely changed its appearance—no longer gloomy and oppressive, but transformed into a divine realm woven from colorful butterflies, as if stepping into the deepest part of World Creation myth.
Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang's bodies suddenly stiffened in the radiance of the colorful butterflies, their breaths seemingly frozen in that instant. The next moment, countless colorful butterflies danced together, transforming into an irresistible rainbow vortex that completely enveloped the two of them.
Time and space were rapidly stretched, and heaven and earth were reversing and collapsing. When the two opened their eyes again, the surroundings were no longer the forest and illusion they had seen before, but had transformed into a vast and boundless sea of flowers.
This is not a sea of flowers in the mortal world, but a vast expanse of countless spiritual flowers born from the very origin of heaven and earth, stretching to the endless horizon. The petals are as transparent as crystal, each one flowing with its own radiance, some twinkling like a galaxy, some burning like a raging flame, and some emitting a tranquil glow. The entire world seems to be completely submerged by an endless sea of flowers.
The fragrance of the flowers is intense yet not gaudy; it is a scent that penetrates the very soul, making one's heart tremble, as if the soul itself takes root. As the sea of flowers sways gently, a deep resonance resounds in the air, like the ancient Dao chanting, and the order and cause and effect of heaven and earth are transformed into flowing floral light at this moment.
Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang stood suspended above this endless sea of flowers, the petals around them swirling in the wind, as if welcoming them, or perhaps foreshadowing some unknown beginning.
In the center of the sea of flowers, an Ultimate and eerie light and shadow quietly appeared in the void. Hundreds of millions of petals parted automatically in the silent ripples, as if driven away by an invisible law, outlining a "mysterious sacred path" leading straight into the depths of the sea of flowers. At the end of the sacred path, a woman sat quietly.
She wore a long, dark purple robe, adorned with intricate patterns and shimmering light like stars, as if the entire night sky were draped over her shoulders. Her face was partially hidden beneath a veil of light gauze and a floral hood, and the faint, shimmering runes between her brows resembled the marks of destiny. Her hands were outstretched upon an ancient, massive book, as thick and heavy as the core of a galaxy, each page seemingly woven from countless threads of fate.
As her fingertips gently traced the pages, a shower of starlight suddenly appeared within the book. Thousands upon thousands of tiny points of light, like fireflies, scattered down, illuminating the surrounding sea of flowers into a dreamlike purple starry sky. Each point of light contained ripples of cause and effect, as if weaving together the stories of billions of living beings in an instant.
She didn't look up, reading quietly, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if everything was already predetermined and she was merely an observer. The sea of flowers became even more solemn because of her presence, and Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang even felt a sense of oppression from the depths of their souls—as if this mysterious woman reading before them was not an ordinary person, but some being closely connected to the origin of destiny.
The light from the books grew even brighter, as if in response to their arrival.
A trillion flowers bloom in the azure sky, and a river of stars and colors falls across the distant heavens.
Light surges with dreams without bounds, shadows accompany incense as it settles without a tide.
In the stillness of life, all thoughts Return to One moment; in the bustling world, empty rumors arise from the destruction of prosperity.
If this scene is kept in the depths of one's heart, it will illuminate the eternal night and transform into the dawn of enlightenment.
Her voice was clear Kong Ling, as if it were not a recitation, but rather the sea of flowers themselves whispering through her. As the verses fell, millions of petals danced in the wind, as if obeying an ancient law, reflecting a magnificent river of colorful light that stretched across the entire sea of flowers.
The woman's voice was like the sound of the wind flowing from time immemorial, carrying Kong Ling yet irresistible power, gently echoing amidst the sea of millions of flowers. Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang stood there, listening to the ancient poem that seemed to be engraved into the heavens and earth, their hearts deeply moved.
The line "In the stillness of the realm, life Return to One thought" made Qin Yu's eyes suddenly narrow. Since stepping into the Source of Epochless, all the calamities and carnage he had witnessed had transformed into countless petals falling in that instant. His heart trembled, as if he understood that this sea of billions of flowers was not only a beautiful illusion, but also a source that carried the memories of heaven and earth, telling the truth through poetry that all things, in their flourishing, ultimately return to stillness.
Hong Xiuxiang, however, was different; her eyes welled up with tears. The line, "If this scene can be kept in the sea of my heart, it will shine eternally through the night," reminded her of countless dark nights spent alone, steadfastly holding on. She gripped her sleeve tightly, tears welling in her eyes but not falling, instead merging with her resolve. She murmured softly, "If I can truly keep this scene in my heart, even if the night is endless, I will not be afraid."
Qin Yu turned his head and looked at the light in her eyes, his heart trembling slightly. He had never imagined that this woman could find her own answer in the poems amidst the sea of flowers. And before them, the mysterious woman remained seated quietly, her fingers slowly tracing the pages of her book, seemingly oblivious to the awe her verses had caused them.
The surrounding sea of flowers became even more magnificent, with countless points of light converging in the air to form a galaxy of flowing light, as if heaven and earth were annotating a poem at this moment. Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang both felt an unprecedented sense of oppression and awe, as if they were not in the mortal world, but listening to the chanting of heaven and earth itself.