Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

There was a dead silence above the clouds.

After Zhao Mu finished speaking, he did not urge Xiao Jinyun to make a decision, but silently waited for the other party to consider.

In fact, if there are some traces of defects in the soul, it is not impossible to do it. It will only affect the cultivation qualifications in the next life and cannot be cultivated to the peak.

Others can accept this kind of influence, but Xiao Jinyun obviously cannot.

The purpose of Xiao Jinyun's disintegration and rebirth is to have better qualifications than this life and be able to cultivate to the peak realm.

Her goal is to be a quasi-god, a master, or even higher. If not, she might as well practice with her current body honestly. Why bother to disintegrate and cultivate?

So Zhao Mu gave her a choice.

Is it to endure the pain and allow herself to disintegrate and cultivate in the most perfect state?

Or tolerate some defects, so that her recultivation is not so perfect, but she doesn't have to endure the pain?

Everything depends on Xiao Jinyun's own decision.

Of course, after all, she is his wife.

If Xiao Jinyun really chooses the former, Zhao Mu will naturally have a way to help her reduce the pain to the minimum.

But Zhao Mu did not say it immediately, but was ready to tell Xiao Jinyun after she made a decision.

Because a fearless and brave heart is also indispensable for cultivators to achieve the pinnacle.

If Xiao Jinyun knew that there would be a thousand years of pain, but still fearlessly chose to repair her soul, then this would also be a tempering of her state of mind, which would be of great benefit to her.

After a short silence, Xiao Jinyun suddenly looked up: "When do we start?"

"Hmm?"

Zhao Mu was stunned.

Xiao Jinyun smiled slightly: "I mean, when will my husband start to help me repair my soul?"

It seems that she has made a decision.

Zhao Mu also smiled: "Anytime is fine, but I promised to treat Xiao Hei to a drink, so how about I drink with him tonight and start tomorrow?"

"Okay, then I'll wait here for my husband to come tomorrow."

Xiao Jinyun's gentle smile did not look like someone who was about to face a thousand years of pain.

"Okay, take a good breath today, and I'll come again tomorrow."

Zhao Mu stood up and prepared to leave.

But Xiao Jinyun suddenly called him again: "Husband, wait a minute."

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Mu looked back in confusion.

Xiao Jinyun raised her head and stared at him, with unprecedented determination in her beautiful eyes.

"Husband, do you have a way to relieve my pain?"

"How do you..."

"How do I know?"

Xiao Jinyun smiled softly: "We have been husband and wife for two lifetimes, don't I know your mind?"

"You are cruel to outsiders, but you are very soft-hearted to your own people, not to mention that she is your wife, how can you really let me endure a thousand years of pain?"

"But today I ask you not to help me relieve the pain, okay?"

Zhao Mu frowned slightly: "Why do you have to do this?"

Xiao Jinyun's face was calm: "I know you don't tell me about relieving pain because you want to temper my fearless state of mind."

"But if you can endure a thousand years of pain without going crazy, isn't it a greater tempering? How can I give up such an opportunity?"

"You..." Zhao Mu was helpless.

He found that Xiao Jinyun and Zhou Yu Niang, the master and disciple, had the same temper.

In order to force herself to cultivate to the true master realm, Zhou Yu Niang knew that she would lose everything if she lost the fruit of destiny, but she still promised Gu Wuxue to transfer the fruit of destiny to Chu Mengshi within ten thousand years.

And Xiao Jinyun is the same now.

In order to temper her state of mind and allow herself to have better cultivation qualifications in the next life, she actually had to endure a thousand years of pain.

These two women are simply stubborn from the same mold.

"Forget it, this matter is up to you to decide."

"Think about it carefully today. If you still don't change your decision when I come back tomorrow, then I won't help you relieve your pain."

Zhao Mu shook his head and turned to fly down the sea of ​​clouds.

...

In a quiet valley in the sacred land of the East Region.

On the green grass, a small ant seemed to be lost and was running around under the grass.

It crossed over stones and blades of grass, trying to find its own nest.

But there were no other ants around it, so no matter how it ran around, it still got nothing.

After a while, it climbed onto a fallen leaf, its antennae kept shaking, as if it wanted to explore whether there was the breath of its companions on this fallen leaf?

But at this moment, countless silk threads suddenly emerged from the fallen leaves.

These silk threads densely extended to the sky, to the ground, to the river, and finally spread all over the world.

If there were any immortal masters here, they would be able to recognize that the countless silk threads that spread all over the world at this moment were the mysterious and unpredictable Tianji lines.

Obviously, someone was deducing the secrets of the sky.

The little ant could not sense the existence of the Tianji line, but it could feel that there seemed to be some terrible power in the fallen leaves, which locked it tightly on the leaves and could not get out.

Time passed by second by second.

After about three or four days, the Tianji line that spread all over the world suddenly disappeared.

The valley was dead silent; even the chirping of insects had disappeared.

Suddenly, the fallen leaf on the ground rose up without wind and flew into the air. Then, a needle-sized hand grabbed the ant's head from deep in the fallen leaf and crushed it.

Then the hand extended outward and became larger and larger. Finally, a human-shaped object condensed by a ray of light emerged from the fallen leaf.

The light man stood in the air, letting the fallen leaf fall to the ground again without paying attention.

He looked up at the distant sky and laughed excitedly: "I really didn't expect that the substitute I have been looking for for so many years would be in that remote place in the southern region!"

"Hehe, it seems that I, Hua Wuxin, can finally no longer exist between heaven and earth with thoughts. I really miss the feeling of having a physical body!"

Hua Wuxin?

It turned out that this light man was the Eternal Saint Lord, one of the six great masters today.

It was helpless to say that the Eternal Saint Lord's physical body was destroyed because of his practice of martial arts, and he could only exist between heaven and earth with thoughts.

Although this form of existence allows him to achieve an alternative unity of man and nature and exert the strength of the master realm.

But the lack of a physical body also caused great restrictions on him, making it impossible for him to go further.

So for many years, he has been trying to find a physical body that can fully match his own thoughts, so that his realm can continue to grow.

For this reason, he once adapted a simplified version of the practice "Eternal Mind" based on his own practice "The Great Formless Eternal Art", which was widely circulated in the Zixu Continent.

Anyone who can fully practice "Eternal Mind" means that the other person's physical body can fully match his thoughts.

But unfortunately, "Eternal Mind" has been circulated for many years, but no one has been able to practice it completely.

The Eternal Saint thought that he would have to wait for many years before he could find a physical body that matched his own.

But he didn't expect that he suddenly had a whim a while ago, and felt that he had a great opportunity, so he closed himself in this valley to deduce.

Unexpectedly, his deduction was not in vain. He finally deduced that a body that could match his thoughts had appeared in the Southern Region.