Chapter 243 This love can only be cherished in memory, for at the time it was all in vain!
"If you need anything in the future, just ask your martial uncle."
Shui Bing'er quickly declined, repeatedly saying she dared not:
"It's all thanks to my grandmaster; I was just running errands."
Mentioning Lin Feng, Kong Xuan finally realized who he was and looked around:
"Where is Master? Why haven't we seen him? Has he gone into seclusion?"
But judging from his personality, he doesn't seem like the type to sit still for long.
Upon hearing this, the originally festive atmosphere immediately fell silent.
Silence reigned.
"What's going on? Why are you all so quiet?"
Kong Xuan's smile froze on his face, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
"Our master... has passed away."
Zhao Gongming turned his head, his face filled with sorrow, his voice so low it sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat.
"What? How is that possible?"
Kong Xuan's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch:
"Our master's magical power is all-encompassing and surpasses all ages, how could he possibly have perished? You're lying to me, aren't you?"
"Little peacock, your senior brother is right."
The Demon Saint Jiuying sighed, his eyes filled with deep sorrow:
"His Majesty... has fallen."
After you were ambushed by the Six Desires Demon God and the Nightmare Demon God, many things happened.
The Demon Ancestor was born, the Dao Ancestor was born… In the end, His Majesty perished under the laws of fate.
When this matter is mentioned,
The atmosphere became increasingly somber.
Some people lowered their heads, some sighed, and some had tears in their eyes.
Kong Xuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing everyone's grief-stricken appearance, he swallowed his words.
He could hardly believe it.
But he knew that no one would joke about something like this.
Not to mention him,
Even Bai Ze and the others still find it hard to believe.
Just then,
Shui Bing'er suddenly spoke, her voice soft, breaking the heavy atmosphere:
"Master, fellow grandmasters, this Illusionary Void Fruit Tree was brought from our hometown by my sister Yang Chan."
Formless and without appearance, it can manifest all things and nurture the thoughts in one's heart through the power of thought, spirit, and faith.
"It was through this Illusionary Void Fruit Tree and a trace of Uncle Kong Xuan's essence that Grandmaster was able to bring Uncle Kong Xuan back."
She looked up, her eyes filled with hope:
"If we gather the power of the entire Heavenly Court, or even the entire Primordial World, could we... summon back our Grandmaster?"
Shui Bing'er had this idea long ago.
Today, seeing Kong Xuan truly take human form and be reborn, that thought grew wildly like weeds, and could no longer be suppressed.
"this..."
The eyes of the celestial saints lit up, but the light only flashed for a moment before going out again.
Everyone remained silent; no one responded.
"What? Is it not allowed?"
Shui Bing'er's heart sank, and the excitement in her voice gradually faded, replaced by doubt and unease.
"Bing'er, I am very pleased that you have this kind thought."
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit gently patted her shoulder, her voice gentle yet heavy:
"But Master's cultivation spans across the ages, making him arguably the strongest being in the history of the primordial world."
This illusory fruit tree, though wondrous, is like a boat unable to support Mount Tai—
This primordial wonder could not possibly bear even the slightest burden of my master's life.
"But… our master once watered this Illusionary Void Fruit Tree with his own blood essence, so it is no longer an ordinary primordial spiritual root."
Shui Bing'er bit her lip, refusing to give up:
"Why don't we all give it a try? What if it works?"
Her eyes were bright and expectant as she looked at the crowd.
Those sincere eyes, that burning expectation, sent a shiver down the spines of everyone present.
They recalled the peaceful days they had spent under Lin Feng's leadership and protection.
I remembered that figure who always stood at the forefront, sheltering them from the wind and rain.
Nostalgia surges forth like a tide.
"good."
Bai Ze stepped forward, his voice hoarse but firm:
"We'll give it a try."
He walked to the foot of the Illusionary Void Fruit Tree, straightened his clothes, and knelt down respectfully, his forehead touching the ground:
"Your humble servant Bai Ze kneels in tears of blood—I earnestly beg Your Majesty to shatter the void, return to your homeland, and reign supreme over the world!"
At that moment, he felt as if he had returned to the glorious years when he followed Lin Feng, wielding his sword to fight across the primordial world, sweeping away injustices, reforming the demon race, establishing the Heavenly Court, and contending with the witch race.
"Your Majesty, I, Ji Meng, respectfully request that Your Majesty return to the Primordial World!"
"Your subject Yingzhao respectfully requests Your Majesty's return!"
"Your subject is Jiuying..."
All the sages of Heaven stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and offered up their spiritual power.
The spiritual power surged into the Illusionary Void Fruit Tree like a tidal wave, each strand carrying endless longing and anticipation.
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit also stepped forward and bowed deeply.
"Master..."
Her voice was very soft, as soft as the wind, but in that wind was the bond between master and disciple spanning hundreds of thousands of years, and countless days and nights of fighting side by side.
Following closely behind,
The sages of the primordial era were deeply moved by this.
Many saints who had close ties with the Heavenly Court also stepped forward and offered their spiritual power.
How powerful is the willpower of a sage? Let alone the combined power of so many sages!
In an instant, the Illusionary Void Fruit Tree grew wildly, as if it had taken a tonic!
Nine-colored divine light filled the heavens and earth, and the entire space seemed to transform into a divine kingdom of nothingness, radiating boundless light, like a dream.
In the depths of that light,
A figure dressed in a black robe with gold thread and wearing a golden crown slowly appeared.
"Daoist Venerable!"
"His Majesty!"
"Master!"
Everyone was deeply moved, and some even shed tears.
But as that figure slowly turned around—
Click.
Click.
The scene was shattered, like a mirror breaking.
The branches of the Illusionary Void Fruit Tree were covered with countless cracks, as if they could collapse at any moment.
It couldn't hold on any longer.
It cannot withstand the power of sentient beings' thoughts, much less bear the karmic consequences of that person.
Upon seeing this, the saints' boiling enthusiasm was immediately extinguished.
They didn't want to destroy this ancient treasure, so they all withdrew their spiritual power.
"well..."
Some shook their heads and sighed, while others silently turned and left.
Overwhelmed by the sudden shock and grief, no one wanted to stay any longer.
The Golden Spirit Mother opened her mouth.
I wanted to say something, but in the end I said nothing.
He glanced at the scarred tree once, then turned and left.
——
Shui Bing'er did not leave.
She sat under the Illusion Fruit Tree, leaning against the trunk, staring blankly at the canopy.
A faint nine-colored light flowed among the branches and leaves, swaying gently in the wind, as if responding to her gaze.
She seemed to see Lin Feng smiling and instructing her on the cultivation technique, even though it was across time and space.
"Keep your mind calm and your intentions pure."
"Bing'er, you have great talent, but you still need a little more practice..."
She reached out, wanting to touch the illusory figure.
My fingertips only touched the cold air.
Shui Bing'er withdrew her hand, buried her face in her knees, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
I don't know how much time passed.
A soft footstep sound came from behind.
Shui Bing'er looked up and saw a woman dressed in a jade-green robe, with an exquisite figure and a strong Daoist aura, slowly walking towards her.
"Greetings to the Sage Nuwa!"
Shui Bing'er quickly stood up and bowed, recognizing the person who had come—it was Yang Chan's master, Nuwa of the Heavenly Court.
"You can go down now. I'll stay here for a while."
Nuwa nodded, her voice calm and revealing no emotion.
Shui Bing'er didn't know why she had come, but she didn't dare to ask any questions and respectfully withdrew.
But she wasn't worried that the other party would do anything outrageous.
Nuwa was not only Yang Chan's master, but also the Heavenly Empress Nuwa, not an outsider.
Nuwa stood under the Illusionary Void Fruit Tree, gazing at the orchard.
She had seen every single spiritual root here.
Some of them were even planted by her and Lin Feng together.
Back then, they stood side by side, he dug holes, she watered the plants, and they chatted and laughed.
"This peach tree will surely bear immortal peaches that ripen once every nine thousand years in the future."
"That yellow plum tree is probably something even a Golden Immortal would envy."
"Haha, when they grow up, I'll treat you to some fruit."
This feeling can only be cherished in retrospect, for at the time it was already a regret.
She turned her gaze away and looked at the battered and bruised Illusion Fruit Tree.
She certainly saw what happened today.
She knew that the essence of the Illusionary Void Fruit Tree was simply not enough to revive Lin Feng.
But she still wanted to try again.
Nuwa rolled up her sleeves—
The orchard contains peach trees, apricot trees, yellow plum trees, five-needle pines...
Many innate top-grade spiritual roots were instantly extracted, transformed into streams of light, and all merged into the Illusionary Void Fruit Tree!
The spiritual root withered, the branches and leaves fell, and it turned into dead wood.
But that's not all.
After merging these, Nuwa turned her attention to several other spiritual roots surrounding the island in the lake.
Laurel. Hibiscus.
These two plants had long been cultivated by Lin Feng into the most top-tier spiritual roots in the primordial world. As the level of the primordial world increased, they became the best among the primordial spiritual roots.
But she did not hesitate at all.
The laurel withers, the hibiscus fades.
In the more central location, there are willow trees, innate gourd vines, and Jianmu trees...
Their origins were all incredibly powerful, some even tracing back to the beginning of time.
Nuwa's gaze lingered on them for a moment, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes.
But after that moment, there was a resolute decision.