We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

Chapter 496: No One Knows Where That Lovely Face Has Gone; the Peach Blossoms Still Smile in the Spring Breeze

Inside the bamboo courtyard.

The resonance of the Way around Xiao Mo grew ever thicker, ever deeper. The long river of dao resonance winding around him, half visible and half hidden, kept circling and flowing as though it would never end.

Fish formed from that resonance leaped more and more merrily within the river, now springing high into the air, now plunging back beneath the surface, brimming with living spirit.

Beneath Xiao Mo, the shape of a Bagua diagram emerged of its own accord.

Above his head, patch after patch of white cloud gathered into spirals, layered upon layered, as though some invisible hand between heaven and earth were stirring them.

At last, that river of dao resonance wrapped around Xiao Mo like a chrysalis, gradually turning black and white. The two colors twisted together, growing darker and denser, until his figure could no longer be seen at all.

And within that “chrysalis,” Xiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled lightly—

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

The instant his eyes opened, the river of dao resonance enclosing him burst apart in every direction. Rings of ripples condensed from spiritual power spread out again and again from the bamboo courtyard, rolling ceaselessly toward the surrounding lands.

Wherever that spiritual power reached, the breath of spring grew richer and more vivid. Flowers bloomed one after another, in a riot of crimson and violet, carpeting the forest paths and spilling across the mountain slopes.

Xiao Mo’s expression was calm, touched with a hint of detachment, yet in those abyss-deep eyes, it seemed as though countless stars were rising and falling into being.

Because the entire bamboo courtyard was covered by the terrifying restrictions Xiao Mo had laid down, the outside world still appeared to be a realm of towering frozen peaks, a winter scene of unbroken snow. It was as if spring had been snapped in half like a brush broken across the middle, able only to remain trapped helplessly within the courtyard.

A breeze drifted past. The sea of blossoms swayed faintly, releasing a subtle fragrance that refreshed the heart, as though even that scent had been adorned with resonance of the Way.

When are these strange dreams ever going to end?

Xiao Mo lowered his head to look at everything before him, and could not help murmuring to himself inwardly.

Yet amid that exquisite, beautiful spiritual atmosphere, though he had felt clear-headed and utterly at peace only a moment before, the scene before his eyes suddenly blurred for an instant, turning dreamlike and unreal.

In that moment, Xiao Mo felt as if he were no longer standing in the bamboo courtyard at all. His whole mind seemed to slip into a daze.

“Mo, what’s wrong? At a moment like this, you’re still standing there in a trance?”

A lively young woman’s voice sounded by his ear, crisp and bright.

He had never heard a voice so lovely.

He turned toward the sound, and the emptiness in Xiao Mo’s eyes began to tremble the instant a slender figure in white came into view.

“Look. Spring is as beautiful as a painting, and the flowers are blooming in the woods.”

The person before him wore an exceedingly simple beige homespun dress and little vest.

The young girl’s figure was graceful and well-proportioned. Though she was dressed in coarse cloth, it did nothing to conceal her long, fair legs. She was a girl in the full bloom of youth, as clean as a newly opened bud, as fine and flawless as white jade, and full of supple life. Her large eyes were bright and lively, full of spirit.

“I... what am I seeing?” Xiao Mo breathed out softly.

“Why are you staring at me like that, Mo? What, don’t you recognize your Qiao’er anymore?”

The girl skipped toward him, her eyes curving into crescents, her smile sweet and full of youthful vitality. In the sunlight, she looked impossibly bright and pure.

Like a spirit born from the mountains and woods—one glance was enough to make a person lose themself. That clear, spotless radiance was enough to stir the heart at once.

But when her skipping figure came to a stop in front of him, all that remained in his sight was the pale line of her neck and the elegant curve of her collarbone.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Ding Qiao’er lifted her fair, slender leg and paced back and forth in front of him.

“Stop swaying around. You were like this when you were little... and you’re still just as mischievous now.”