Chapter 1100: Dragon Bone Flower Condensed Beads, Water of the Forgotten River, Forgotten Fruit

The choices made by humans and gods have always been mutual, and the people of the sea who can be blessed by such gods are lucky.

The eternal spirit Subhada no Yama ...

The god before him is “a merciful god”, “a loving god that mortals cannot imagine until they have seen God.”

His eyes grew, his soul was complete, the cage around his body was gone.

He opened his eyes and saw a pink coral butterfly resting on his shoulder. It had a handsome and gentle face, black hair like night, white clothes like day, and eyes like stars, a god who brought light in the darkness.

The path he follows is a brilliant path that is rare in the world.

The things about the children that Subhadra was forgetting and making him anxious no longer disappeared with the shattering of his soul.

His precious things, his hopes, returned to his soul along with his name.

The first thing he did was to look at the Great Sun Carriage with his God-given eyes.

Chang Ye is still there, and the Dayan Imperial Carriage is still there, but... the filthy aristocratic atmosphere is no longer there.

"Everything is over..." Subhada asked Jiang Yi about the current era and heard the agreement between the child and the giant snake long ago.

"Kind and merciful God! Please forgive the offense I just caused." He remembered the curse he had just uttered.

Jiang Yi shook his head and didn't care.

“Go do what you want to do!” he said, “to wake up those who are obsessed with the past and welcome the new era.”

He is willing to do what Orobas didn't do.

The next generation of gods should not be worse than the previous generation, right?

Subhadra silently walked out of the altar where he had been imprisoned for who knows how many years. The first thing he looked at was his own tombstone, the edict of guilt, the place for future generations to pay tribute to him.

"...I hope that all visitors will keep history in mind." Jiang Yi translated the common language for them.

"I remember that someone came to see me before. But the soul in the Illusionary Prison will be worn out and the memory will seriously decline. Even if someone talked to me the previous moment, if the other person comes the next moment, I will only feel familiar, but I can't remember him." Subhada Zhiyan said.

That is a very bad state.

The law of time is also one of the sources of wear and tear. When Jiang Yi heard Subhada Zhiyan mention wear and tear, he remembered what Zhongli said about the wear and tear imposed by the law of nature, and he had a vague understanding in his heart.

"I am the leader of the resistance, Spartacus, also known as Subhadra." Subhadra has two names. "'Darkness comes from behind the sun, and light is hidden in you and me.' This is the secret code of our resistance."

His memory returned, and he remembered the original code and the names of those forgotten children.

"Children..." He sighed and looked around the desolate but delightful surroundings.

Why should he be sad? His descendants have already found the way home thanks to the gods.

"At that time..." Subhada Zhiyan and Jiang Yi walked towards somewhere together.

"There is a group of young people who are willing to follow me. They are very smart. They are my students and our reserve force. I regard them as my children. They are all good children with ideals."

The dreamy corals, coral butterflies, vegetation and minerals that he had never seen before showed him the Kingdom of White Night in who knows how many years.

The land of snakes really welcomed dragons and snakes.

"The evil adults tried every possible means to pry open my mouth and make me confess the information about the children, but I couldn't speak. Because I know that hope lies among them... Never give up."

"As long as the dirty adults who manipulate the Children of the Sun exist, they will always be there. And the resistance will continue."

“I don’t know if they have turned into such afterimages like me, but I want to go and see where the children are hiding and tell them that we have won.”

"The successors of our cause will write our names. What we leave in history is not the name of crime and thief carved by the filthy nobles."

The earth records everything.

Those filthy nobles are actually also sinking in the Underworld Palace's Styx.

Jiang Yi did not pardon them on behalf of those who had suffered, because he said, "The unjust charges sentenced by the Bai Ye Kingdom are not sins!" The crimes of those people could not be called unjust crimes.

A general amnesty never pardons the truly serious criminals.

"I taught them very well. Because of this, I understand that they may have left behind soul shadows like me..." Subhada's soul is different from ordinary worldly spirits. It is the real soul that is imprisoned in the Snake Heart.

"At the beginning, the only advantage we had as a resistance army was that the enemy was in the light and we were in the dark, and the hearts of all the people of the White Night were with us."

"They won't expose themselves easily. Unless we can prove ourselves, they will never trust us." He smiled.

In the ancient stone building ruins of Yuanxia Palace, Jiang Yi transformed day and night with a thought, opened various mechanisms, and came to the hiding place of the children with Subhada Zhiyan.

"Darkness comes from behind the sun..." Subhada whispered to the afterimage in the hiding place.

"The light is hidden within you and me..." Adonis turned slowly, "—I almost forgot how long it has been since I last heard this sentence."

"Tell me, good comrade, who sent you?" He suddenly stopped talking and looked at Subhada.

"Teacher Spartacus?!" He was doubtful, shocked, and ashamed.

"It's me!" Subhada nodded.

Adonis stepped back, and his entire afterimage seemed to hit the wall, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

I have no face to face it! I have no face to face it!

He hid his face with his sleeves.

"What's wrong, Adonis?" Subhada stepped forward.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here! Teacher!" Adonis' entire image seemed to be trembling, and the feeling of shame and fear made his memory seem to become blank.

Jiang Yi looked at the meeting between teacher and student.

"I'm sorry, teacher. We failed to become hope..." Adonis lowered his head, and after a long while, he spoke hoarsely, "The resistance army no longer exists..."

“……” Subhada looked at the shocked student.

"..." Jiang Yi made room.

"After the teacher was captured, the core members of the resistance were almost wiped out. Only we, the students who usually followed the teacher, escaped because we were far away from the center of the incident."

"After that, we survivors fled to the hiding place we had prepared before, hoping to gather our strength again." Adonis fell into the sad memories.

"Speak slowly, speak slowly, Adonis..." Subhada no Hanyan comforted.

"Hope is among us, haha!" Adonis doubted himself, "Yes! We have outstanding counselors, professional scholars, excellent sorcerers, and reliable doctors among us... Obviously, there is hope. As long as we are given time, we can reorganize our living forces."

"But, but... everything was ruined later."

He pounded his hands on the ground.

"Activities require funds. Any activities require funds. We have everything except money..."

Subhada was speechless: "Money?"

He certainly knew the importance of money, but that shouldn't be enough to destroy the resistance! Not to mention, resistance had already been successful in history.

He did not immediately tell the students about their future, but instead decided to listen carefully.

"After endless debate, someone proposed to sell dragon bone flower beads." Adonis said painfully and regretfully.

Subhadazhiyan recalled for a moment and spoke to Jiang Yi.

"I know that the dragon bone flower condensed pearl is a kind of fruit produced by the dragon bone flower under special circumstances. It is very rare. It produces a refreshing fragrance that can calm anxiety and sweep away worries. It is very valuable in the market."

"But..." He saw the danger in it, "This is a magical item that can make people forget their sorrows..."

However, since they are raising funds, the rebels should not use the money for themselves.

"It's all my fault, teacher. It's my fault. I was so stupid that I didn't see the crisis clearly at first." Adonis wanted to cry, but found that he couldn't do it now.

"I don't remember where I got the formula from. I only know that it did bring us a lot of money. Everything was moving in a good direction... But slowly, I found that some of my comrades began to avoid conflicts and refused to fight..."

Subhada listened to his student's story and roughly guessed the failure of the resistance army mentioned by the student.

Perhaps it's the corruption of money that comes from making too much money.

Adonis' voice was decadent and full of powerlessness: "There are more and more of these people. Later on, they even asked me to leave our team, and I couldn't stop them at all..."

"I can't think. I can't know if all this is because of the Dragon Bone Flower Condensate Pearl."

Subhada shook his head.

Adonis did not dare to look up at his teacher: "I only know that when people who are unwilling to be oppressed become satisfied, the resistance can no longer continue. The collapse began from then on, and it is irreversible."

“Adonis…” Subhada no Hiko called out.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I don't know how to deal with this situation." Subhada no Hiko knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, "I am the sinner of failure."

"I can only blame others and wonder if the formula of this thing was deliberately passed down to us by those despicable adults... Could the popularity of this thing also be a false illusion fabricated by those despicable adults?"

"Should we reject this proposal before everything starts?"

"But it's too late."

"The resistance is gone."

"No! Adonis——!" Subhada couldn't bear to see the student like this, and scolded, "The resistance is still there, and we succeeded!"

"We won, we overthrew that filthy aristocracy, and we went down in history."

"You can hear the divine voice that resounded in our ears countless years later."

"God's voice?" Adonis looked up. "Teacher, you never believe in God, nor do you rely on God."

"Yes!" Subhada nodded, "But in the end, it was our descendants who inherited our will to resist and the gods from the order of heaven who overturned everything."

"..." Adonis was stunned.

"Teacher, you..." he asked, "Before, you were captured by the followers of the Son of the Sun during the turmoil. After that, there was no news of you. Are you a teacher?"

"Damn Son of the Sun... is he really dead again?" The person and words in front of me were even more bizarre than in the dream. They said we succeeded. Was the teacher in a fantasy? Or was I in a fantasy?

half an hour.

Jiang Yi said, "If you don't believe me, just go out and take a look. I allow you to walk in Yuanxia Palace."

He left time and space for this teacher and student pair.

As he was about to leave, Adonis looked up a little bit, and after listening to a few words from Subhada, he murmured, "Whether it is an illusion or not, the compassionate and kind you mentioned by the teacher appeared in my mind. This may also be the guidance of fate."

He mocked himself for being decadent, as if he was looking for relief.

"This is the secret of the dragon bone flower condensed beads. The special condition for producing it is that the dragon bone flower must be irrigated with the water of the Changye Lingchuan, also known as the Wangchuan."

"I want to believe, and I sincerely hope that... with the power of money and forgetfulness, there are still people who protect their desire to move forward. And pass on their will from generation to generation."

Jiang Yi paused.

"What you hope for is not a fantasy."

Zhen said in Jiang Yi's mind: "Let's get the water of the Wangchuan River and make dragon bone flower condensed beads."

It is natural to be extremely curious about this magical item.

"Well. It's just right... I can take this opportunity to make the Dragon Bone Flower Condensed Beads and leave Yuanxia Palace for two days." Jiang Yi agreed with Zhen's idea, looked at the void of Yuanxia Palace, and stepped to Changye Temple.

A vast cave with serene waters.

The faint blue light in the field of vision came from the ground plants whose leaves emitted golden or blue light, as well as the clusters of lit white candles.

And those sea ganoderma.

Walk on the water, and fetch the water of the Forgotten River from the center of the quiet waters on the circular island built with rocks and plants.

These streams of water glowed tiny lights in the darkness.

"The water from the river near the Changye Temple..." Jiang Yi pulled up Yandora who was buried in the water, "Drinking it directly will not make people forget anything."

"But the dragon bone flower condensed beads produced by it really have a similar effect of forgetting. It can make people forget their sorrows, troubles, and even painful memories."

Lotus Eater

The metaphor of the forget-me-not lotus.

History is a cycle. "Anecdotes from the Sun and the Moon" records that when people met people who grew this kind of lotus, some chose to stay and forgot to find their way home.

As Adonis said, people have forgotten the heart to resist.

But there are always people who remember, are determined, and keep going.

……

Jiang Yi left Yuanxia Palace.

Under the shadow of the bonfire, things in the darkness became agitated, transmitting and confirming the news, tentatively... and extending their claws little by little.

The gods came to sanctify the land, and now it is time for them to leave.

Now that the gods are gone, the plan can begin.

First, transform day and night.

No one here has the reins, so day and night should not be able to change, but at this moment, the Abyss Palace turned into white night. All the eternal spirits that only appeared in the eternal night disappeared, and there was no sight of anything other than deep-sea dragon lizards and abyss monsters in the entire Abyss Palace.