A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 102

After saying that, he suddenly put his arm around her waist and darted out of the courtyard.

"I'm afraid it's not too late."

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The night sky was as deep and vast as the sea, with a few wisps of clouds drifting by, and a bright moon hanging high in the sky. The sunlight, like water, flowed silently to the world, and the surrounding mountains and valleys were draped in a silver veil, adding a touch of tranquility and mystery to this Mid-Autumn Festival night.

The temples in the mountains have lost their usual vitality; the bells are silent, and all is still.

“Yes, Hibiscus Peak.” Lingling’s voice was ethereal and distant, as if it came from the horizon. “The buds and petals unfold, the lotus rises gracefully from the water, and where the lotus fades, the five-colored spring appears.”

Under the pale moonlight, the snow-white, pale garments seemed to have been buried deep in the snow and ice for millions of years, exuding a chilling aura. Ice-like eyes gazed intently at the bright moon in the sky, brows slightly furrowed.

"Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived, the hibiscus has withered, the orchid moon comes to pay homage, why does the immortal spring not appear in the world?" It seems to be a question, or perhaps a murmur to oneself.

The words had barely left his lips—

The moonlight suddenly dimmed strangely, as if a crack had appeared in the moon. From the crack, a bright and dazzling beam of light shot out, striking the earth and Furong Peak, illuminating the surrounding hundreds of miles as if it were daytime!

Everything was done in silence.

In just two or three seconds, the beam of light disappeared, but not far away, a five-colored light appeared, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Immediately, a white shadow streaked past.

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"What is that?" Lin Feifei asked in surprise, pointing to the pillar of light in the sky.

"Hibiscus Peak!" Chu Ying frowned, her face solemn. Her fingers swiftly produced a purple talisman from somewhere, she chanted a few incantations, then picked her up and swept up the mountain.

This incantation sounds so familiar... Lin Feifei was puzzled. After thinking about it carefully, she found that it was very similar to the incantation of the Maoshan Sect.

How could he...?

"How do you know our Taoist magic?" she finally couldn't help but ask.

"Don't speak."

Lin Feifei shut her mouth. He was performing a spell; he couldn't be distracted, could he? With these doubts in her heart, she couldn't help but look back. What she saw made her even more dumbfounded—in just a few words, they had already walked several hundred meters! The shimmering multicolored light seemed to be getting closer.

“This…” She glanced at him, then immediately held back.

He sighed softly, as if knowing the question in her mind: "This is the Shrinking Earth Technique."

Shrinking Earth Technique!

Lin Feifei had once heard Master Zixu say that although the Shrinking Earth Technique was not as miraculous as the legends, it was indeed two or three times faster than walking normally, not to mention that he had now added lightness skill to it.

However, Master Zixu also said that the Shrinking Earth Technique has extremely high requirements for spiritual power and cultivation, and very few people can use it.

He actually knows the Shrinking Earth Technique!

Lin Feifei sighed in self-consciousness.

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On Furong Peak, all the trees are lush and green.

At the summit, there was a wide-open space.

In the open space, there was a huge square rock embedded in the ground. It was unclear whether it had been there since ancient times or had suddenly flown there and landed there. The edges of the rock were flush with the ground, and it became more concave towards the center, resembling an inkstone.

The multicolored light emanated from the central depression in the rock, but there was nothing special about it.

The difference is that the stones there are obviously abnormal. They are round, crystal clear, and inside they seem to have layers of colorful water ripples and undulates, and bubbles are rising from time to time. With the flashing of the colorful light, they make a "gurgling" sound.

He stood beside the boulder.

His face, as flawless as white jade, remained expressionless. Only in his half-closed eyes could one glimpse a hint of joy.

"So this is what the Five-Colored Spring is like!"

He sighed softly.

suddenly--

"Who are you? Do you have designs on the Divine Spring?" a sinister voice rang out.

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A gust of evil wind swept across the ground, and the bright moonlight was suddenly obscured by something, becoming extremely dim. For a moment, the sky darkened, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

The snow-white figure remained facing the Five-Colored Spring, standing indifferently, neither turning around nor showing any panic.

Once the wind subsided, a large group of people appeared in the open space.

This group of people included the old and the young, men and women, the beautiful and the ugly, the tall and the short, the fat and the thin, and the colors of their clothes were all mixed up, making them look quite comical.

"Who are you!" A high-pitched, melodious, charming, and aged voice rang out simultaneously.

He didn't move.

"Knowing it won't do you any good." A voice as clear and melodious as a zither.

Everyone was stunned.