The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

The movements in Yonglin's hands paused, and the responsible pattern had already taken shape. In an instant, the direction of air flow changed, and a gust of wind blew out from the depths of the darkness, and everything around her began to gradually become clearer.

Yakumo Zi stared, the big hole in the wall when they came had disappeared, not only that, even the wall itself disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, they came under a starry sky.

They are stepping on a spiral staircase, looking up, it leads to the end of the sky, shining stardust, looking down, all the way into the bottomless abyss, where the breath of corruption is churning.

"Let's go."

Yonglin, who didn't say much, walked up the stairs first, Yakumo Zi hesitated for a while, and then followed Yonglin's pace.

The long steps under the starry sky are full of distorted colors, and the concept of time seems to be blurred. Following Yonglin up, Yakumozi suddenly found that she couldn't remember how long she had been walking here.

"If you have any other plans, I advise you to give up."

As if noticing Yakumo Zi's unusual behavior, Yonglin suddenly said:

"The time and space here are stopped. Even if we try our best, we can't spy a corner of this place, so if you still have some unrealistic ideas, I advise you to give up."

"...What the hell is this place?"

Yakumo Zi asked coldly, even in the palace she saw on a moonlit night, she could come and go freely, but here she felt a sense of disobedience that she couldn't move.

She stopped, stared firmly at the back of Bayi Yonglin and said:

"This is not a prison!"

"……exactly."

Yonglin looked up at the bright starry sky, her eyes full of nostalgia:

"This is not a prison in the first place, and I don't like to use cold words like 'prison' to call it. As the residence of the lord, I prefer to call this place—Guanghan Palace."

Chapter 43 Guanghan Palace

"Guanghan Palace...?"

This seemingly unfamiliar word flowed into Yakumo Zi's mind, and she frowned tightly and searched through her memories carefully before suddenly startled:

"It's her? Fairy Guanghan...Chang'e?!"

"You look surprised."

Yong Lin stared at Yakumo Zi, seemingly not paying much attention, but the faint smile on the corner of her mouth represented that her heart was not so indifferent.

"It's actually like this..."

Yakumo Zi laughed self-deprecatingly:

"We have investigated all the gods related to the moon, but we only skipped this Fairy Guanghan, because she is really..."

"Too small?"

Eirin spoke Yakumo Zi's heart, and the corners of her mouth curled up couldn't hide the smile in her heart:

"The real moon god would stoop and hide himself in a mythical corner, didn't you think?"

"Indeed, you're playing beautifully with this hand, it's dark under the lamp."

Yakumo Zi narrowed his eyes and said:

"We didn't expect that she would be so indifferent to status that she would allow all of you gods to override her."

"Status, you want to talk about faith, right?"

There is a strong sense of irony in Yonglin's words:

"That grown-up doesn't need this kind of thing. Just because she exists above me, you can understand that Mythology is no better than Dust Mustard to her."

"Hehe, this is really in line with the speech of 'Master God'."

Yakumo Zi sneered and put away her probing gaze, but when she pondered, she found that they had reached the end of the stairs at some point.

"Don't be surprised."

Looking around at the gradually widening surroundings, Eirin explained:

"The space and time here are static. Whether we can go to the end depends on whether the adult wants to see us or not."

"It seems that you still have a lot of face, Yonglin."

"Ah."

For Yakumo Ziyan's insincere praise, Yong Lin laughed it off.

Going back dozens of steps, a lonely palace appeared in front of the two of them. The whole palace was built of pure white jade, with a faint ice green under the starlight, and a sense of loneliness emanated from it.

There is an unreal feeling in the palace as a whole, it seems to exist there, and it seems not to exist there. This kind of vague and strange feeling always feels familiar to Yakumo Zi.

The gate of the palace is open, and there are no guards or waiters, which adds a bit of coldness to the palace.

The two walked to the front of the palace, but Eirin deliberately slowed down Yakumo Zi by half a step, and stopped behind her, noticing the doubtful and guarded eyes cast by the other party on her, she smiled faintly:

"It has the answer you're looking for."

"...we thought you were going to stop me."

"Block? Why?"

Yonglin shook her head lightly: