fifth form

Chapter 2055: Facing Each Other
In the vast ocean, there are gods living in a piece of heaven and earth.

An ancient silk book once recorded a scholar's dream, which mentioned that the scholar traveled to the sky and entered a paradise.

This story was passed down from generation to generation and became a ridiculous dream of the scholar.

But few people know that this scholar was both a genius in literature and martial arts, and once ranked first in the imperial examination and entered the court, but left in anger after being too disappointed with the top leaders.

And decades later, the spark of his teaching to the Luofu Dynasty began to ignite.

In the eyes of many people, the contents recorded in the ancient silk book are the beautiful world that the frustrated scholars of the old times fantasized about. But for Ren Anran, she felt that it might be true.

Just like the scene before her eyes.

The palace is looming among the mountains and flowing water and the lush forests. Fishes turn into humans, humans turn into birds and fly, and white flowers emitting subtle fragrance turn into women dancing.

Occasionally, riders pulling horse-drawn carriages would fly across the sky and then land quietly on the ground.

Women dressed in bright clothes and with elegant manners carried baskets to collect morning flowers. Some women sewed magical silk threads that could fly, and some women watered the ancient trees.

The attractively colored fruits appeared among the green leaves, and were then covered up again with a gentle breeze, making it difficult to see any trace of them.

But the fruity fragrance was far from dissipating, even Ren Anran felt a little dizzy after smelling the intoxicating aroma.

"God..."

Ren Anran looked into the distance, then looked a few meters below.

The emperor who had previously debated with her was now sitting only a few steps away from her.

A monkey was lying on the emperor, looking at Ren Anran curiously, grinning from time to time, and it was unclear whether it was mumbling or talking.

It was the first time that Ren Anran heard the emperor's voice. It was steady and attractive, but it was very difficult for Ren Anran to understand what he was saying.

With the help of Zhang Xuezhou's translation, Ren Anran understood some of the lip reading used to communicate with the Emperor, but she was slow to react to this language.

However, there is a difference between real voice and lip reading.

Due to various factors, Ren Anran could only understand some of what was said occasionally, and then soon encountered difficulties in communication.

"If Xuezhou were here, he would understand!"

Ren Anran thought of Zhang Xuezhou, his illness, and even more so the God General potion he had injected.

This made her raise her head and look at the darkness behind her.

Ren Anran felt that he was a bit like someone in some TV dramas, like a demon creature crawling out from the dark hell.

As her soul was swaying, she was led by the Emperor. She crossed the endless darkness and saw this world up close for the first time.

"It's time for me to go back!"

Ren Anran called out.

But she couldn't hear her own voice, and her voice couldn't reach the emperor's ears.

She had to use hand gestures to indicate it.

"God, I took the wrong path in my practice. I don't know how I separated my true self. I hope God will teach me the right path!"

Below Ren Anran, the Emperor had a solemn expression on his face.

His stagnant strength growth moved forward, but the Emperor also created some problems.

After getting the answer through comparison, the Emperor was very sure that something was wrong in his practice, but he didn't know where exactly he had gone wrong.

Although they were communicating and practicing the same content, Ren Anran's practice was completely different from his.

He contacted Ren Anran repeatedly but still couldn't figure it out.

And this time, when he contacted again, he suddenly found that Ren Anran's soul had left his body, and under his protection, he was able to travel through the void.

This was completely different from when he first met Ren Anran. The Emperor felt that Ren Anran had probably become ten times stronger through this practice.

This speculation made the Emperor excited and anxious. He was excited because he might also be able to become stronger, and his enhanced abilities might even be beyond his imagination. He was anxious because he was practicing incorrectly.

"I think I should go back. Can you take me back?"

Ren Anran opened her mouth wide and gestured continuously. She even pointed in the direction of her body in the dark space, indicating that being away from her physical body for such a long time was not a good thing and might very well lead to unpredictable problems.

"There is something wrong with my practice, I hope the gods can correct it!"

"I want to go back. Stop using magic to pull me back. Send me back!"

"The divine arts of the Supreme God..."

The lack of language communication brought about difficulties in communication. It was not only a problem that troubled Ren Anran, but the Emperor was even more troubled.

Even if both parties are willing to communicate, the differences in language and writing make such communication difficult and full of obstacles.

The Emperor looked towards the darkness with envy.

His soul can use Ren Anran to stay in that world for a while, but he cannot last for a long time, let alone rely on his physical body to break through the void and travel in.

The Kunlun Holy Land, which was envied by many great monks, was a place he had lived in for countless years and was so bored that he didn't even want to look at it.

The Emperor is already very old. The two leaders of the Western Religion have both fallen into the twilight of their lives. He has lived even longer and has also entered old age.

As he got older, the Emperor lost interest in many things.

It was not until he accidentally glimpsed a higher world that the emperor's heart began to warm up again.

This is the ever-present desire of living beings to explore. Whenever there is something new, they will want to explore it, and even desire to own it.

The road was paved at the emperor's feet, but he failed to walk on it.

Seeing Ren Anran coming in person, he couldn't help but babble about the final wish of an old man like him, hoping that Ren Anran would guide him in a more correct direction.

"Yes, although your cultivation is on the right track, your strength is still insufficient. You cannot stay in our lower realm for a long time. Wait for me to lend you a helping hand!"

Looking at Ren Anran's mouth opening and closing, and then looking at the other party pointing at the darkness behind him, the Emperor nodded repeatedly in agreement.

The two people's daily interactions are all about spiritual practice and enlightenment. After many exchanges, they have a general understanding of some words, but new words are difficult to understand.

In short, he didn't guess what Ren Anran said.

After the Emperor understood himself, he reached into his sleeve and took out a tall purple-black tree.

He reached out and touched the long wood, and the long wood began to emit white smoke.

In the smoke, Ren Anran's body, which seemed illusory and blurry, quickly became solid.

After dozens of seconds, when Ren Anran shouted, he suddenly realized that he could actually shout.

She touched her body and saw the smoke constantly changing, and then her real-life appearance was revealed.

Even her hands with broken tendons were perfectly presented.

Ren Anran raised his right hand, but felt that it was still soft and difficult to exert force.

"God, this Wanlingxiang of mine can keep your body in the lower world alive for three to five days. God, welcome to West Kunlun!"

In the smoke and mist, Ren Anran's body solidified into shape.

The emperor who had used up the precious treasures felt that it was great value for money.

Anyway, after penetrating the endless darkness, he succeeded in solidifying the coordinates and forcibly retaining the guest.

(End of this chapter)