Big Bodhi

Chapter 138: Ao Li

“I …”

Ji Yuenian’s slender and pale knuckles moved, and he raised his head with great effort, but a sharp pain suddenly came from between his brows, causing his head to fall back onto the cork pillow.

“Be careful!”

An anxious look appeared in the eyes of the white-clothed girl, and she hastily put the wooden bowl in her hand on the table. She brushed over Ji Yuenian’s long black hair with her soft and warm white jade hands, and carefully wiped his forehead.

Then, she took off the silk cloth in front of him and dipped it into the water basin beside the bed.

Ji Yuenian pursed his lips lightly. Staring blankly at the brilliant golden sunlight pouring in through the window, it vaguely reflected in his eyes, and they rippled with magnificent waves as memories came back to him.

According to Li Shixuan’s order, he left Xingyuan Peak’s Wangxing Court.

Together with Wang Yueyang, Yu Yan, and others, they went to the ancient city of Cui Ri to observe the ceremony.

Qiongyu Daozi.

Being taken into the Luoshui Divine seal by the girl with the Divine Bloodline, and then being bound in the false memory of the Luoshui goddess.

He remembered it all.

Activating the talisman treasure, and with the Luoxue Sword refined by Zhao Yinyue using the power of the Moon Spirit Remnant Realm, he defended himself for six breaths against the girl of the Goddess’s bloodline with cultivation at the upper realm of the Divine Spirit bloodline.

The last memory was that of the roar of the huge white dragon which obscured the blue dome of heavens, causing everything to be annihilated into the darkness of nothingness.

Scenes after leaving Taiyu Holy Sect quickly flashed through his mind. Ji Yuenian slightly closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while. The golden light in his eyes gradually faded away, and he regained his deep and abyssal eyes with former silence and calm.

He had already recalled a few memories in the emptiness and darkness. It was not until this time that Ji Yuenian finally knew the real connection between Zhao Yinyue and Zhaoming Mountain Realm.

Zhao Yinyue had only lived for sixteen years. Before that, she was not Zhao Yinyue, but Princess Li’er who lived in Zhaoming Mountain.

In the second memory, when the goddess in the blue palace dress was talking to Gui Jiuyuan, she once mentioned Princess Li’er’s real name.

Ao Li.

Within the world of Luoshui Divine Seal, Luo Xu’s condensed the white dragon which had completely crushed Ji Yuenian’s body, and there was no trace left.

He was now able to retain his true spirit and soul, all due to the True Spirit Bloodline infused by Ao Li before she died.

Ao Li was a bloodline descendant of the true dragon, and her lifespan was infinite. However, even though the Moon Spirit Remnant Realm protected her during the upheaval at the beginning, it also trapped her for 84,000 years. There were many restrictions and laws shackling her.

Perhaps it was due to fate that she had endured the lonely and bleak eighty-four thousand years in the Moon Spirit Remnant Realm alone, but she did not survive those short sixteen years after all.

The jade was flawed and fell by itself. This was due to the terrifying power deep in the blood, and it was not something Ao Li could resist.

Breaking through five realms in a row, and after going straight through three tribulations, she returned to the Zhaoming mountain realm on the bank of the Eastern Sea. The goddess in the palace attire who appeared like a banished fairy devoted all her efforts to paving the way for Ao Li , and finally turned into a bubble that could be broken at the touch.

After recovering a little bit of strength, Ji Yuenian turned his head slightly to see that the girl was rubbing and washing the piece of silk cloth in the tub. Her head lowered slightly, and her expression was very serious.

After a while, she seemed to notice Ji Yuenian’s gaze, turned her jade-like face sideways, took the warm silk cloth and covered Ji Yuenian’s forehead again.

She said with a smile, “The injury on your forehead is serious, don’t move.”

After saying this, Ji Yuenian felt a heart-piercing pain from between his brows again. His thoughts moved slightly, and he said softly, “What’s wrong with my forehead...?”

His voice was very weak and hoarse, and even Ji Yuenian himself was a little dazed after he spoke.

At the same time, Ji Yuenian seemed to suddenly think of something, and tried to mobilize his Xuan Qi, but he didn’t get any feedback.

Ignoring the increasingly severe pain between the eyebrows, Ji Yuenian sat up halfway along with the support of the girl, leaned on the sill of the wooden couch, trying to sense his spirit and heart fire again.

He pried his sea of consciousness.

Whether it was the true spirit, psychic karma fire, they all disappeared without a trace, as if they never existed.

***Snap!***

Ji Yuenian took off the silk cloth from his forehead and threw it into the water basin. His hoarse voice was calm yet terrifying. “Girl, do you have a bronze mirror?”

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in white clothes was obviously at a loss. After being stunned for a moment, she hurriedly took out a small bronze mirror from the dressing box in the wooden house, and handed it to Ji Yuenian.

This bronze mirror was only the size of a palm, and the edges had been rubbed extremely smooth. There was a faint fragrance on it, which obviously signified that it was used by the girl’s family.josei

Ji Yuenian was half-lying on the wooden couch. The sharp pain between his eyebrows did not ease at all, but became more intense.

His brows and eyes were picturesque, lips were red and teeth were white; his appearance had not changed, and he was still the extremely handsome young man.

But, between his eyebrows, there was a shocking and terrifying wound.

If ordinary people looked at it, they would believe it to be a blazing red bloodstain that could never heal, but in Ji Yuenian’s eyes, the wound was clearly the brand mark of a twelve-petal lotus platform!

Every petal of the lotus platform seemed to be carved into the depths of his flesh and blood, and under the reflection of Ji Yuenian’s pupils, it exuded a faint black brilliance.

The entire lotus platform was about half an inch square, and it was branded in the middle of his eyebrows. The petals were distinct, small and exquisite, but there was a hint of death on it.

“Cover it quickly, it will be bad if you catch a cold.” The girl in white clothes picked up the piece of silk cloth in the water basin, and gently covered Ji Yuenian’s forehead. “I don’t know how the wound came about, and it hasn’t healed after more than ten days, it’s really strange.”

Ji Yuenian lay down on the wooden couch again without saying a word, closed his eyes slightly, and kept sensing the spirit, true spirit, and psychic karma that disappeared without a trace.

More than ten days ago, the girl found Ji Yuenian unconscious outside the wooden house when she came back from the mountain after gathering herbs. She was kind-hearted since she was a child, and she had never seen such a good-looking boy as Ji Yuenian. So, she settled him in the wooden house and took good care of him till now.

The eleventh hour.

The shining silver moon gradually appeared, and the bright galaxy above the extreme sky stretched across the ages. Although time passed by and vicissitudes changed, it never changed.

Ji Yuenian woke up in a trance, and didn’t notice until after he got off the wooden couch that the cloth he was wearing now was still a black robe with intricate patterns. It was still cold, smooth, and spotless.

In just a moment, Ji Yuenian could conclude that this clothing was by no means his spiritual weapon, but the yin qi of heaven and earth in his blood!

This was enough to prove that even though he still couldn’t sense the slightest bit of Xuan Qi at that time, the bloodline power had never really disappeared, and it was still quietly hidden in an unknown place.

Bright silver moonlight pierced in, shining on the delicate sleeping face of the girl in white clothes.

She slept on a cloth mattress, on a cold and hard wooden bench with her clothes on.

As if sensing the noise, she opened her eyes slightly, and saw Ji Yuenian’s slender figure with his back facing to her.

The girl in white clothes rubbed her eyes, followed Ji Yuenian’s downcast gaze, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, “That’s the thing by your side.”

The thing that was placed by the door was a sword.

The blazing white sword that was once like snow had long been covered with a layer of black dirt, and the bright sword light that could tear mountains and rocks had also disappeared, replaced by a dark gray sword hilt covered with dust.

The sword that Ao Li forged for Ji Yuenian in the illusion realm of Goddess Luoshui with the remnant power of the Moon Spirit Remnant Realm.

Profound Snow Sword.

This Sword had lost its former splendor at this time. At first glance, it looked like a rusty iron rod.

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