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

Gui Ning’s voice came from the seats of honor.

“You cannot open it. This piece of wood is one of Tushan’s three great treasures. It is called the Worldwood, forged from the most essential parts of the World-Supporting Tree and the Moon God Tree, then supplemented with all manner of rare cultivation treasures over countless years.”

“Inside it is a small world that can transform according to the wielder’s will. With your current realm, you cannot shake it in the slightest.”

He slowly rose, smoothed his sleeve, and walked before the floating piece of wood. “Let this old man try.”

Gui Ning drew in a deep breath and placed his palm over the Worldwood. Dense spiritual power surged into it like a tide.

Yet in the next moment, his hand slowly fell, and his expression turned complicated.

Daoist Yunxi and Tushan Xinhua exchanged a glance, then walked forward one after another.

But after a while, both of them also knitted their brows tightly. In the end, they withdrew their hands at the same time and pressed their thin lips together.

“Mother, is there no way...” Gui Junmeng’s voice trembled faintly. This was the first time she had ever been so anxious and afraid.

“That child Jingci... has already refined the Worldwood. Not only that, she has also changed its nature.”

Tushan Xinhua slowly turned her head and looked at her daughter. She gently shook her head, her voice filled with helplessness.

“If we force it open, the Worldwood will destroy itself. And Xiao Mo and Jingci, who are trapped inside it... will be reduced to ashes along with it.”

When she finished speaking, Tushan Xinhua raised her head and looked at the quietly floating Worldwood with a complicated gaze, tightly clutching her sleeve. “Silly child, don’t do anything foolish...”

...

After his vision swam for a moment, Xiao Mo’s consciousness gradually cleared.

When he saw the scene before him, his brows could not help drawing together.

He was no longer inside Seeking Immortality Temple. Instead, he stood in the rear courtyard of the original Tushan residence.

The sky was deep black. It was midnight.

A little girl sat properly in front of the pond, holding a fishing rod in her hands, her small face full of worry.

The little girl could not see him, because this was only a memory’s afterimage...

“Little fish, little fish, why won’t you bite?” The little girl pouted and muttered to herself at the still water, her voice carrying a few traces of grievance.

And at that moment, a little boy walked out from around the corner of the courtyard.

Xiao Mo remembered.

It was this very night that Jingci had encountered that sudden assassination attempt.

Sure enough, in the next instant, a black shadow leapt out from the darkness, killing intent fierce as it lunged straight at the little girl.

The little boy almost did not hesitate. He threw himself toward the girl, helped her dodge that fatal flying sword, and the two of them fell together into the cold pond.

At this moment, everyone froze in place. The small world fixed itself there.

“Do you still remember this night?”

Tushan Jingci’s cool voice, carrying a trace of sorrow, slowly entered Xiao Mo’s ears.

She paused, as if speaking to herself, and as if asking him.

“No... how could you remember...”

Tushan Jingci walked toward Xiao Mo one step at a time. There was a faint smile on her face, yet that smile looked so desolate, as if it concealed endless bitterness.

“But I remember...” Her voice trembled softly. “I will never be able to forget this night.”

She stopped, lifted her eyes to look at him, and in her gaze was reflected the image of that little boy throwing himself toward that little girl.

“Because it was you... who saved me...”

As her words fell, slender red threads quietly emerged from the heavy night, wrapping around Xiao Mo’s hands and feet like spirit snakes.

Xiao Mo tried to struggle and resist, but this small world tightly suppressed his realm. To say nothing of the fact that Tushan Jingci was originally a full major realm above him.

At this moment, Xiao Mo was like a marionette. He could only let her control him. He could not move at all.

Tushan Jingci slowly walked up to Xiao Mo, stretched out her arms, and held him tightly in her embrace.

The soft swell of her chest pressed tightly against him. Her head was buried deep against his heart.

The woman seemed to wish she could knead her entire self into Xiao Mo’s body, merge with him, and never separate again.

“Xiao Mo... I like you.”