Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 614 The Qin Emperor

Over there, in the lush fields, Qin Youyou and Ying Linlin were completely oblivious to Baga Yalu's inner thoughts.

"Time flows very slowly here. There's still some time before the harvest. Let's continue our cultivation," Qin Youyou instructed her grandparents and Ying Linlin.

She had already sensed that outside, the hybrid-beastman alliance conference of the Beastman Territory had concluded successfully, and the Star Clan of the Second Heaven had been almost completely wiped out.

The crisis brought by the Star Race has not been completely resolved.

She vowed to exterminate the Star Clan!

She never fights unprepared battles, nor does she overestimate herself; if she does attack, she is determined to achieve a sure victory.

Of course, she wouldn't admit that this was called being a coward.

Besides, with her memories still intact, there's still so much she doesn't know about StarClan. So what if she's a little timid?

But before that, she needs to seize every opportunity to become stronger.

"Flying Stick is right. We can't miss such a good opportunity." Everyone nodded in unison, using the slow flow of time to return to meditation.

Qin Youyou took out the Light-Tracing Mirror, and with a flash, disappeared from this space again.

Over the past three days, the grandparents have become accustomed to Mu Feigun's unique training methods.

The Mirror of Light had shrunk in size, and none of them recognized that this ordinary little mirror was actually the Mirror of Light that had assigned them to departments and classes when they enrolled.

They also took out their magical artifacts to aid their cultivation and entered a state of cultivation.

You should know that when cultivating in the mortal world, you don't have such a good state of mind.

These three long days, which felt like three years, saw the crops sprout, grow, bear fruit, be harvested, and wither. Their thoughts changed along with the crops, and some unprecedented insights arose in their hearts.

See the way of the birth and development of all things. Sprouting is the way, growth is the way, maturity returns to the way, and decay also returns to the way.

They comprehended the traces of time in the universe. Three days condensed into three years of change. They witnessed firsthand that life is not a static rock, but a rushing river. A moment's delay means missing a season; a moment's laziness means wasting a lifetime.

The Zen of diligent labor. The intricate resonance between the farmer and the land makes it easier to touch the pulse of all things than introspection while sitting with eyes closed.

We sense the cycle of life and death. The golden harvest of today is the gift of yesterday's decay. New life is born from decay, and abundance is rooted in annihilation; this is the endless cycle.

"So, farming is the best way to cultivate oneself."

They were deeply moved and sat down on the ground, drawing supreme truth from the depths of the earth and guiding the flow of energy within their bodies.

A clear mind is like a cold autumn pool, reflecting the movement of the sun, moon, and stars, and the realm of Tao is naturally harmonious.

They seized the sudden insight that arose in their minds and quickly entered a meditative state.

Over there, the archaeology students and Xiao Feiyun also touched upon these subtle Daos. Their faces lit up with joy, and they all entered a meditative state.

Qin Jiyu did not have a dantian, but his state of mind underwent some strange changes. Having acquired the divine status of an immortal god, he now saw "destruction" and "life" in the growth, withering, and revival of crops.

What is truly eternal and indestructible?

He murmured to himself, some images from the murals in the corridor flashing through his mind. He suddenly looked up in the direction where Qin Youyou was.

“Youyou…” At this moment, he seemed to understand why Youyou had split her soul and entered the cycle of reincarnation again.

In those murals, the Creator's initial creations were immortal and indestructible. After countless millennia, their spirits had withered like rotten wood, like walking corpses, yet their lives still could not be stopped...

Only by creating a path of reincarnation can the soul be allowed to flow and cycle eternally in the recurring cycle of death and life.

What is annihilated is merely the numb remains; vibrant emotions will be revived in the new womb.

As the creator god, Youyou can only lay the foundation for the Dao of Reincarnation by entering the Dao with her own body, thus ensuring that the Dao of Reincarnation becomes a part of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

So... before Youyou's reincarnation, how did the familiar terms like "reincarnation," "underworld," and "Black and White Impermanence" come about?

The moment this thought arose, Qin Jiyu's mind exploded. A terrifying vortex of energy rose from the divine core within his body, surging through his meridians and, like a dragon, directly into his spiritual sea.

His body trembled violently, and terrifying black vortexes appeared in his eyes.

The soul was being pulled by that terrifying force, falling, falling...

Consciousness rises and falls, peeling away in an endless descent, as if falling into an abyss without end.

Suddenly, the terrifying pulling force vanished, and Qin Jiyu felt herself sinking into a thick, cold, swamp-like place, not onto solid ground.

My field of vision was forcibly widened.

Before me stretched an endless expanse of desolation.

The sky was a solidified dark red, like a block of pig's blood, pressing down low overhead.

There were no sun, moon, or stars, only dullness and suffocation.

In the center of this desolate desert stands a colossal, blood-red gate whose grandeur and oppressive presence defy description.

It soars into the dark red sky, as if supporting the dome of this desolate world.

As if guided by some unseen force, Qin Jiyu lifted her foot and, step by step, lightly strode through the swamp toward the giant gate.

Finally, as his view drew closer, he saw three characters written on the door in a flamboyant style.

--"gate of hell".

A sudden jolt ran through him, but he continued forward. The giant gate was not empty; a long line of hazy, gray figures stood at the entrance.

Qin Jiyu took a deep breath, walked to the back of the line, and stood still.

The almost transparent shadow in front of them turned around; it was an old man.

His pale, distorted face stared at Qin Jiyu in surprise: "Young man, why are you golden?"

"I..." Qin Jiyu was stunned. He looked down at his soul and, sure enough, compared to the uniform gray and white of the other souls, his soul was a dazzling gold, making him stand out in the group.

"You've misread it," Qin Jiyu said calmly, her expression unchanged.

God has countless forms, and he can easily modify even the appearance of the soul. In the next instant, his soul turned into a grayish-white color that was no different from other souls.

"Oh, it seems I really did see it wrong," the old man muttered.

Without a physical body to rely on, the soul reacts much more slowly. The old man's soul rubbed his eyes and said, "Ah, I'm getting old, my eyesight is really failing. I knew it, how could an ordinary soul be golden? I heard from the White Impermanence that only the Ten Kings of Qin have a little golden light around him."

Qin Jiyu's mind raced, "The Tenth King Qin?"

"Yes, when you died, didn't the Black and White Impermanence tell you?"

"No." The Black and White Impermanence didn't even try to hook him, so how could they tell him?

The old man was somewhat surprised and said, "Alright, let me tell you. Once you enter the Gates of Hell and the Hall of Yama, if you see a woman with a faint golden light on her body, remember not to offend her. She is very likely Yama surnamed Qin. Moreover, there is not just one Yama, but ten of them!"

Surname Qin, female?

Qin Jiyu's breathing quickened, and a bold guess rose in her mind.

But, is it really that much of a coincidence?