Chapter 1191: The Bridge of Rebirth, What You See Is Real and What You See, Cinnabar Rebirth Record

"I'm going to reply...Brother! What's wrong with you!" Boyang was about to continue speaking when he suddenly sensed something and looked at Yasha anxiously, "Hold on...We are the only ones left here. You, you must not die first..."

Selfishness, shame, sadness...all came to mind, like a lot of greasy paints that devoured one's vision all poured into the body, stirred in the soul, and dyed the filthy cloth.

"...Jinpeng...is that you?" The four-armed Yaksha's eyes suddenly met Xiao's.

Only then did Xiao realize that Jiang Yi's hands, just like he had held the Taiweiyi Disk before, were holding a world, or a seed, a piece of history, and a piece of time and space.

His body, as terrifying as the lord of the abyss, seemed to be there and not there, as if it was in another dimension of time and space, or between reality and illusion.

"What Jin Peng, your memory...you..." Boyang was furious, and in the end he still didn't remember my name!

That's it, that's it.

He was very helpless.

The four-armed Yaksha looked at the cliff of the cave, and seemed to be looking at Xiao who was now in the dark red space: "I am so embarrassed to see you in such a mess!"

Xiao was silent. He sensed the two forces that were now bestowed upon him.

One of them is all-encompassing, evolving everything in the universe, and carries the aura of Jiang Yi; the other one is as bright as the sun, golden and dazzling, and carries... the aura of the Emperor.

"Brother...Brother!" Boyang shook the Yaksha who seemed to be lost in delusion.

The situation was just like before the death of the Qianyan Army.

“...Look...there is someone over there…” A shy smile appeared on the sturdy and majestic face of the four-armed Yaksha, but the hideous Nuo mask covered up the smile.

Four shadows appeared on the cliff.

They came with candles in their hands.

Three of the shadows gradually solidified, revealing the figures of the golden, blue, and red Yaksha immortals.

"These people... are..." The four-armed Yaksha covered his forehead with one hand, and many scenes flashed through his mind, the scene of water and rock killing each other, and the scene of Fanan's hand piercing Mi Nu's chest; the scene of fire falling into madness and wailing, and Yingda disappearing in the fire; the scene of wind leaving tears of blood, and Xiao roaring alone.

"... is... mine... mine..."

He felt heartbroken, and a more distant past appeared in his mind. Xiao was sitting on the cliff with a spear in his hand, Yingda and Fanan were whispering beside him, and Mi Nu was showing him a new dress he had made.

In the bamboo forest, he used his four hands, the upper two holding plates of ink, and the lower two, one on the left and one on the right, holding brushes, to paint cat whiskers and dark circles on the face of Xiao, who was sleeping against the bluestone.

He was getting more and more angry, while Yingda and Fanan were laughing secretly on the side.

He stood in the middle of the battlefield facing the sky, with Yingda and Xiao on the left, and Fanan and Mi Nu on the right, facing the powerful enemy together.

Calm and indifferent.

"I remember now, you are..." He smiled.

In the dark red strange space, Xiao leaped up, and Jiang Yi's magic power on the Taiwei Plate opened up the five directions of yin and yang, forming the Wangchuan River and the Styx River with the common laws, condensing a bridge of time from the present to the past, a bridge of rebirth.

The bridge spread out under Xiao's feet, faster, faster, and countless streams of light appeared around him. The power of the Emperor protected Xiao to break through the turbulence of time and space.

Go against the current.

His figure appeared on the cliff of the cave, walking beside Mi Nu, Fanan and Ying Da, and saw the four-armed Yaksha who was now running out of energy and approaching death.

The four-armed Yaksha stretched out his four hands: "...These brothers and sisters are here to pick me up, Boyang!"

His hand touched the cliff, and ripples of time and space appeared on the cliff, as if a mirror was breaking.

"Are you awake?" In the darkness, Boyang was on the cliff. Apart from his and Yasha's shadows, he didn't see anyone else. "At least... at least tell me your name!"

Yingda, who had a fair face, purple eyes, a fire pattern between his eyebrows, and golden red clothes, had golden spherical tassel earrings swaying in his ears. He stretched out his hand and greeted, "Big Brother!"

Fa Nan, who was wearing a shell necklace, had eyes as blue as the sea, double horns on his forehead, and his arms were wrapped with streamers: "Brother Fushe!"

Mi Nu hugged her chest, her golden hair hanging down like a cliff: "Hey, Fushe!"

Xiao held the gun, his golden eyes filled with surprise and excitement, and he stretched out his hand: "Fushe..."

At the other end of this bridge of rebirth, in this virtual and real space and time, destiny has been severed!

"I..." The four-armed Yaksha stretched out his hand, and power surged again in his hand, forming a dazzling lightning.

"My name is Fushe!"

The lower half of the terrifying Nuo mask was damaged, revealing a hideous, blood-stained mouth.

His eyes were as dark purple as a ray of light, and behind his burly body with four arms, a dazzling wheel of lightning formed.

"——meaning"

"Life is short, everything is abandoned!"

In the sky, Jiang Yi's eyes opened, shining like gold, and the huge sundial formed a new bridge to the afterlife.

Endless light was cast from his eyes, and this body, which was completely blackened by the pitch-black abyss and filled with the law of "the living must die", appeared the "miracle light that reversed life and death" and the "law of life that fights against destruction".

Such as Shaoyang in Yin.

It cannot fight against Yin, but it represents the beginning of the balance between Yin and Yang.

boom!

He took a step forward.

Under your feet, the new Bridge of Rebirth is engraved with the scales of time, like the pointer on a sundial, turning and seeking navigation in the turbulent flow of time.

The shadow cast by the pointer is the River Styx formed by the laws of the world, which leaves images of life, accepts souls and moves towards the future.

The surrounding space was furious.

The only illusion in its eyes was the "demon-like" Jiang Yi. The weak soul showed terrible tenacity, and the golden divine fire burned fiercely above the other's soul.

He sleepwalked through various realms, and his Yang Spirit was refined a hundred times. He regarded the corrosion and consumption of his soul and body by that space as part of the "refining".

Even if he drank the black blood of all the dark monsters in this space... and the unknown power, his body had been demonized and mutated over the past five hundred years and was almost out of control, but at this moment, he had returned.

Because in his eyes, the inner circle of the wheel of time is the wheel of sentient beings spinning. The interweaving of the two forces of time and sentient beings allows him to hear the calls and prayers of sentient beings from the outside world, those emotions, those emotions that make up time, joy, anger, desire, madness, delirium...

All the time.

Although it is a bit reluctant, reason is like a kite pulled by a thin string, which may break at any time, fly into the dark night sky, and fall into the laws of the universe.

But he finally pulled it back.

This also has credit to Shin and Heulia.

The forces of the three realms of light, human world, and otherworldly world were rotating, and streams of light appeared inside the Taixu Mirror Wheel, which was dyed black like a black sun.

"go home!"

He stepped forward, stepping on this strange space and the many dark shadows.

The space became more and more angry, the black shadow wailed miserably, and infinite malice condensed. The black tide in the abyss turned into a giant hand that grabbed Jiang Yi. The pitch-black chains and tentacles condensed from the black air entangled and came from all directions.

The creature that was thought to be digestible had actually already played tricks on it five hundred years ago.

This is a chaotic time and space. This is now, and it is also five hundred years ago. Don't even think about leaving.

But the entrance that can be reached in one step is stretched extremely far by the power of time and space.

"go home!"

Reason turns from a kite into rusty gears, and the obsession in the heart drives the many powers and laws in the body.

The Dharma-image of the Great Lord of the Abyss flapped his wings, and all the ten directions were destroyed.

This demonic and ominous body only has two eyes that carry a pure and sacred light.

The void trembled, and a giant god walked in time and space... wearing black wings, he lit up the stars again after they were extinguished.

The stars rotate, the Big Dipper, the Southern Dipper, the sun, the moon, the five elements, the seven planets, the ether, the void, the earth, fire, water, and wind, in a cycle.

The three auspicious gates of Xiu, Sheng and Kai are like three towers shining down on you.

Santai, above Beichen, there are three terraces. The stars are entangled and shaped like two eyes, stacked into three levels to cover the Big Dipper, which is called Tianjie.

If people see this, they will be free from three disasters and nine misfortunes.

In addition, the Southern Dipper brings life.

"Take...you...home!"

The space and time around Jiang Yi changed strangely and distorted. It was a dazzling stream that mortal organs could not understand. He stepped into the dark universe, and then into the turbulent flow of time with countless fragments and countless scenes.

He holds a fragment, a piece of time and space, a world, a seed of time, and wants to move it from the past to the present to create a future that reverses the fate of life and death.

Part of the strength that had grown over the past five hundred years was also lost during this walk.

He didn't care, he just wanted to take the seeds away.

There is only darkness, only darkness, still strong and ignoring the torrent of time.

He heard whispers in his ears, countless forbidden knowledge appeared in his eyes, and his body became more and more filthy.

The seeds of time are sprouting, like the roots of a tree, replacing the bridge of rebirth from the past to the present under our feet, replacing the previous bridge of rebirth from the present to the past, forming a loop, forming the annual rings of time.

The interface between the two bridges is like the gate of hell.

Reality and illusion, time and space, life and death revolve here.

Countless fragments of time and space, each of which reflects this strange space underground. The malice and anger of the space have lasted for five hundred years.

But now it has lost the opportunity. After failing to kill Jiang Yi with the historical illusion and filthy Jiang Yi with the darkness, this illusion became real under the power of Jiang Yi's mind and the power of time and space.

The soul, memory, and consciousness it swallowed... were all taken away by Jiang Yi five hundred years ago.

Time has begun to loop.

Jiang Yi has walked out of the deepest trap woven by "it", the unknown realm. The sharp sword light tears through time and space, carrying a murderous intent.

He weaves history, cutting through all obstacles in time and space.

"There is a Yaksha in the sky, with four arms and a huge figure. He came from afar in the rocks, and all tribes sang songs. Don't return empty-handed with the rich food, and don't leave without the wine. He wields his sword into the abyss to stop the disaster for the people. He is as swift and fierce as a ghost, with purple eyes flashing with fierce light. The lightning kills the deadly shadow, and the thunder melts the green waves..."

Jiang Yi heard the song of history in his ears.

He followed the singing and his figure began to disappear in the underground space.

The most dangerous time is ahead.

After leaving this abnormal space, time and space oscillated, and seeds were planted in the past, present, and future of the underground space and the outside world...

The complete loop is complete.

This is the gate of hell for everyone, and also the gate of hell for him.

Countless time and space around, all rushed into the dark abyss of the underground space, trying to keep Jiang Yi, who was gradually becoming transparent and illusory.

Five hundred years of entanglement, five hundred years of fighting, and five hundred years of planning came to an end here.

Continuously falling from the turbulence of time and space, all that is before my eyes is darkness... a pitch-black universe.

"...clouds cover the abyss, and the galaxy is swallowed by the clouds. The hurricane is rushing again, and the cinnabar is hidden in the darkness. The rocks shake the mountain corridors, and the deep valleys are broken. The collapse of the abyss causes the earth to roar, and suddenly everything is silent. Thick clouds gather in the sunset, and the birds weep and sing:"

Five hundred years ago, in the huge rock abyss, many soldiers were sleeping deep in the cave.

A feather with dull luster, filled with heavy memories, rises and falls in the wind.

Finally, the battle was over, and the eerie screams of the dark army quietly disappeared like ripples...

"Have you not heard, the north wind blows in the corners, and the heroes are drowned in the whirlpools."

"I don't see the Yakshas fighting hard at dawn, and I can only sigh for what has been wasted."

Even though human life is short, the earth will remember it all forever.

Jiang Yi looked at the feather floating in front of him and held it in his palm.

"...An unknown general, a famous person..."

"Everything is just like a dream."

"Is it true or false?"

The wind blew across his face, his hair flying, and countless ancient seals appeared on his black feather robe, suppressing the aura of the abyss back into his body, revealing the original whiteness of the feather robe.

His expression was in a trance, in the cinnabar-colored glazed land, on the peak of the cliff, the blue sky was clear and white clouds were floating.

He held the Taiwei Plate in his hand.

Inside the instrument panel are many memories, souls, and consciousnesses.

As he took a step, he staggered forward, and four rays of light fell from his body, transforming into the figures of Xiao, Mi Nu, Ying Da, and Fa Nan.

"Is this... home?" He had a splitting headache and his whole body was in pain. The dark power in his body devoured the entire World Tree.

His blurred consciousness made him, who clearly controlled the laws of time, unable to distinguish between time and space, and between reality and illusion before him.

"We're going home, we're going home, Jiang Yi!"

Fanan hugged Jiang Yi before he fell.

“This is our home, everyone’s home! This is the present and the future you created.”

As the sun shone down, a figure in a noble robe turned and left. The fluttering robe had brown and gold dragon scale patterns on it.

Fanan helped Jiang Yi sit down, and held Jiang Yi's body with both hands, letting him lean on his chest so that he could see his lowered face.

"Go home!" Xiao, Yingda, and Mi Nu also appeared in Jiang Yi's eyes, "You took them home."

“…Really…?” Jiang Yi looked down at his feet.

At his feet, there was a simple crystal sand wine glass and an ancient crown, half buried in the ground.

The wine cup that was once drunk together with the tribesmen, and the evidence of the alliance.

And... the tribesmen made two crowns, one for the Yaksha, and the other one... seemed to be a redundant item and was placed next to the extra wine glass.

After being buried for five hundred years, it finally saw the light of day again.

The surface has not been dulled by the years and is shiny and moist.

"Tonight is a full moon, right..." He smiled.

Although the moon on the alchemy table has phases, and everyone in Teyvat likes to think that the moon is the fullest in the middle of each month, but in fact... the moon in Teyvat has always been a full moon, and there is no difference between round and not round.

The only difference is whether it is covered by dark clouds or not.

"It's a full moon." Fanan smiled sympathetically.

It is difficult for the Yaksha to find its soul's home, but you are our "Wuwang".