The white light had dissipated, and everything returned to normal. The sky was still a clear blue, the white clouds were still leisurely, and the white jade steps reflected a soft, non-glaring light under the sun.
In front of Mo Yi and Mo Luo Xue, there was a screen of light, like a door, blocking their path. They couldn't see through it, only a hazy white expanse. No one knew what lay behind it.
"Let's go," Mo Yi squeezed Mo Luo Xue's hand and stepped into the screen of light. Mo Luo Xue followed his movements, stepping into the light as well.
The feeling of their bodies disappearing into the light was strange. Mo Yi paused slightly, then plunged into the screen of light with Mo Luo Xue.
They were met with dazzling light once again. A vast expanse of white filled their vision, like the world created by God in the beginning, a world of pure light. The light was everything, all there was.
Mo Luo Xue subconsciously gripped her hand, feeling a slight sense of reassurance when she realized Mo Yi was still beside her. But a moment later, she was annoyed by her own girlish thoughts. She was stronger than Mo Yi, yet she still felt the need to confirm his presence. Such strange thoughts.
Mo Yi sensed Mo Luo Xue's movement but said nothing. He just smiled and remained silent.
The surrounding white light was soft but not blinding. There was no sound within it, even their own breathing and heartbeats were concealed. Standing in this light, they felt no agitation. The light seemed to have a subtle warmth, and Mo Yi felt enveloped in a pleasant feeling, the autumn chill and dampness dispelled. He felt refreshed and dry.
Mo Yi was about to ask Mo Luo Xue if she felt anything, but suddenly, a sound echoed through the space filled with white light. It was an ancient bell, its tone grand and resonant. Within the sound, there was infinite desolation and extraordinary tranquility. The bell carried with it a long and distant sense of profoundness, a sound so transcendent and ethereal that it seemed to belong to another realm. Mo Yi was captivated by it, speechless for a moment, his mouth slightly agape, simply listening intently to the sound that transcended the mundane.
In a daze, he seemed to see a glimpse of images. He didn't know if it was real, but in that fleeting moment, he saw an ancient temple hidden among countless mountains, with crane-shaped clouds swirling around the peaks. He also saw mountains of corpses and blood, a giant red abyss opening up on the earth, connecting to the legendary underworld, where countless tormented souls reached out, accompanied by piercing cries, returning to the world.
"The ten thousand years are over. The demon will escape from its warm cage. The chosen one will offer sweet flesh to satiate the demon, allowing it to roar at the heavens again, to seek revenge on this world," a voice whispered to him, like a lover's secret murmur, yet the content was so bizarre and terrifying.
Mo Yi couldn't discern if the voice was male or female, old or young. It was a voice that didn't exist. It was simply an information fragment that appeared directly in his mind. However, Mo Yi still sensed a sense of indifference and desolation from the words, like a sigh from a weary old man.
"You are..." The voice gradually faded, drifting into the sky. Mo Yi looked up, about to ask, but the next moment, the white light before him vanished abruptly, like a clean white sheet being dyed with color. The emptiness and purity disappeared, replaced by a colorful landscape painting.
Mo Yi looked up to see a sky washed clean, with white clouds floating in the air. Lone cranes soared through the clouds, their cries echoing with a solitary majesty. Mo Yi recognized this place. It was still the Immortal Mountain, only it was now halfway up the mountain.
Mo Yi and Mo Luo Xue found themselves standing on an open expanse of land. Before them lay a broad plain paved with white jade, looking incredibly luxurious. Countless cushions, all a grayish black, were placed on the jade-covered ground. Each cushion was spaced three meters apart, filling the entire plain.
As they ascended towards the mountain peak, the sunlight grew stronger. The initially gentle autumn sun became glaring and hot, and the jade-paved ground reflected a slightly blinding light, causing Mo Yi to squint frequently. After a while, he looked at Mo Luo Xue beside him.
Mo Luo Xue also turned to look at Mo Yi and said, "What did you gain?"
"Huh?" Mo Yi was taken aback. "What do you mean, 'gained'?"
Mo Luo Xue furrowed her brow, her eyes filled with doubt and suspicion. "Don't tell me you didn't gain any cultivation technique."
"Whoa whoa whoa! What kind of plot twist is this? Did some old man give you a cultivation technique?" Mo Yi exclaimed, forgetting about the voice and the demon... What was going on!?
Mo Luo Xue looked at Mo Yi with suspicion. "In that strange white light, a profound cultivation technique suddenly appeared in my mind. I skimmed through it briefly and preliminarily judged it to be a unique method of cultivation."
Mo Yi was dumbfounded. What was this? His sister had received the legacy of a great being, while he only got a vague cryptic statement? Or maybe it was a prophecy?
"You can't tell me you didn't get a cultivation technique," Mo Luo Xue stared at Mo Yi and asked.
Damn! What is that look? Don't look at me like a stray cat found in the rain! This master is intelligent and doesn't need any cultivation techniques!
Mo Yi was filled with inner complaints. He desperately wanted to convey the image of "Cultivation techniques are nothing to me, I don't need such things!" But unfortunately, his whole being radiated a strong sour aroma, like a lemon soaked in vinegar.
"Never mind," Mo Luo Xue nodded, no longer looking at Mo Yi. "By the way, my body is fine. Let go of my hand."
Mo Yi and Mo Luo Xue finally released their clasped hands. Mo Yi looked at Mo Luo Xue with a mixture of envy and resentment. Damn it! That was a cultivation technique left by a great being! "The Eight Openings and Eight Closings of the Primordial Era, the Unparalleled Heavenly Transcendence Scripture," something like that! I want it too!
Mo Luo Xue furrowed her brow slightly and moved a little away from Mo Yi without a trace. The smell of spilled vinegar was too strong! Too sour.
Mo Yi forced himself to calm down, but damn it, he couldn't stop thinking about the "cultivation technique" mentioned by Mo Luo Xue. He desperately hoped that the great being would bestow upon him another inheritance to make up for it!
Mo Yi's facial muscles twitched. He said fiercely, "No! I'm going to climb the mountain again. Don't get me wrong, I'm just bored."
Mo Luo Xue looked at Mo Yi, who was acting like a grumpy bear that had been robbed of honey, in surprise. She was about to speak and try to dissuade him.
Suddenly, something strange happened.