At the end of the secret passage is a secret room with bookshelves on three sides.
Volume after volume of books were placed neatly on it, with a desk in the middle.
There was a faint smell of books in the room, and the wax oil on the table was made of unknown materials, but it was still on.
The dim firelight danced as the wind arrived. Yan Yun walked to the table and picked up the scroll on the table.
The scroll had some weight, and she slowly unfolded it in her hands. There was a woman clearly drawn on it, with a hint of Rong Hui between her eyebrows.
She knew in her heart that this was the mother Rong Hui talked about.
"Host, this is a soul-retaining scroll. It can leave your own or other people's souls in the painting. It is an eighth-level magic weapon."
"If you can't escape one day, you can give up your body and keep your soul in it, but the time limit cannot exceed one year. Otherwise, even if you reshape your body, you will have no way to go back and will have to enter the path of reincarnation."
Duocai's voice sounded, "But now there is a soul inside. You need to release her soul before she can use it again."
"You just put the power of the soul into it and then draw this symbol, but this scroll has been used several times, and it is estimated that it can be used three or four more times in your hands."
Good stuff indeed.
Yan Yun followed its method, and not long after, a woman's shadow appeared out of thin air on the scroll.
Her slender eyes were as gentle as water. After a brief thank you, she disappeared from Yan Yun's eyes and turned into a wisp of green smoke and returned to the world.
She took the scroll with her and when she left, she returned to the courtyard where she met Rong Hui.
Yan Yun took out a packet of unknown seeds that he had obtained a long time ago, dug up the dark soil, and planted them.
"Host, are you growing here?"
In fact, it couldn't identify what this packet of seeds was, but if it was planted like this, Duocai would still feel a little distressed. After all, such a special thing must not be simple according to the urine properties.
She spread her hands and chanted the mantra softly, urging the seeds to germinate.
Wisps of wood spiritual energy turned into visible green energy surrounding the sprout that broke out of the ground. In the desolation, it was the only living thing.
"I only have this, don't worry, I only planted part of it, let it bloom here."
"Although it may not be a flower, I hope it can survive."
Yan Yun nodded, and added another sentence after thinking about the current situation in the demon world where there was no grass growing and the resentment was soaring.
The vitality contained in flowers and plants is the foundation of all things and the purest vitality. If she is small and cannot save all things, she will leave the seeds of hope in this desolate place.
The camellia tree at the top of the wall has become a dead branch, leaving only a solitary and blackened root at the foot of the wall. If new life could be born here, he would be happy.
When she returned to the human world, the one-day time limit for becoming a god had just expired, and the time was just right.
The moment Song Qingyue regained consciousness, she was in a trance, as if she had had a dream.
In the dream, the master she admired wholeheartedly took her into the demon world and put her soul into another body.
Then she returned to her own body, but this body seemed to contain two people.
Sometimes it's her, sometimes it's someone else.
She began to be unable to distinguish reality, and she did not know what she was doing, or even what she was still alive for.
When she told Yan Yun about this dream, Yan Yun finally understood that Song Qingyue, who had returned, still had Qinghui in his body.
They coexisted as one, but it was clear that it was Qinghui who dominated for the most part.
"Then am I a devil now?"
Song Qingyue was a little confused, so who was she now?
"You are Song Qingyue."
Listening to Yan Yun's words, Song Qingyue's eyes suddenly overflowed with tears. She raised her hazy eyes and looked at the girl in front of her. There was a face similar to hers. She smiled lightly and looked at her with strong and gentle eyes. .
"Come on, let's make this public."
Song Qingyue looked at her gratefully and held Yan Yun's hand that was open to her.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Yan Yun took her sword and flew straight to Changle Sect. The crimson light shone on the two of them, making even their hair become dreamy.
Changle Sect in the distance faces the sunset on the horizon, as if coated with a layer of sacred and lonely light.
They landed at the gate of the mountain, and several disciples guarding the mountain were almost frightened to death when they saw their faces clearly, and rushed into the sect to report to the leader as if they were running away.
Liang Xun had just come back from outside and hadn't taken a break when he heard that Yan Yun had faked the corpse and that Song Qingyue had come out of the demon world to kill them all. He was so frightened that he almost lost his breath.
He ordered them to report to the Immortal Lord, and then hurriedly went to the mountain gate to check the situation.
Not only him, but the entire sect was also alarmed. If it wasn't for the pressure from the Discipline Hall, the entrance to the mountain would have been trampled open.
Several elders looked at Song Qingyue warily. When Song Qingyue became a demon, his ferocity was deeply rooted in people's hearts. Now, although this person has no demonic energy, he still has to worry people.
But when their eyes touched the person behind Yan Yun, they all fell into a huge silence.
"How's it going? Is the Immortal Lord here?"
Liang Xun squeezed out from the crowd, not forgetting to ask while pushing through.
"No need to invite him, he is here."
Before Liang Xun could walk out, the girl's clear voice sounded. Yu Feng, who had lost all his cultivation and had his meridians broken, appeared in everyone's eyes, causing an uproar.
"Yu Feng abused forbidden arts for his own selfish desires and harmed his disciples."
Word by word, she made his evil deeds public, and her spiritual power poured the words into everyone's ears. The entire Changle Sect was as quiet as death, and only her voice resounded in all directions.
The expressions on the faces of the elders and peak masters became more and more complicated. Looking at Yu Feng who looked numb, no one spoke.
"If you don't believe it, you can check whether Qing Yue's soul has been replaced."
Song Qingyue took a step forward, "If it weren't for Yan Yun, I'm afraid we would still be deceived!"
She looked at Yu Feng, with countless disappointment and anger in her eyes.
"Immortal Lord."
Liang Xun digested all the information he had just learned, looked at Yu Feng who was at the end of his life and sighed, not knowing what to say, "You guys come in first."
He opened a corner of the mountain-protecting formation and brought them into the Changle Sect.
At this time, the place was still quiet. What they had just learned completely overturned their understanding. The immortal king, who was brilliant and devoted to the Tao, actually killed so many people in order to resurrect the woman from the demon world.
What they just said was that the woman from the demon world infected many people in their Changle Sect with demonic aura, so wouldn't they!
People were panicked for a moment, and all the disciples couldn't help but doubt themselves and the people around them.
A person who is determined to write 10,000 manuscripts suddenly realizes that he has been playing with his mobile phone for three hours before starting to write. Happy weekend everyone~
