My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

"...Nothing much." Chen Yi paused and said, "I just feel... you're very mysterious, I seem to not know you, my wife."

"Ah..."

"Do you know, this zithar... it belongs to the Wushan Goddess." Chen Yi said, "And you are completely unaffected."

"Is that... true?" She innocently pointed at herself, "I have amnesia, I know nothing..."

Chen Yi nodded slightly and said no more.

Her actions were indeed innocently naive, but also too innocent, lacking any joy, fear, or pride, as if she had anticipated his reaction. With that said, does this "Taiyi" perhaps... know me?

Chen Yi planted a seed of doubt in his heart, then heard some slight noise and looked up.

The sea of clouds slowly parted, revealing a path,

Someone was coming from afar, holding an oar, standing on a small boat.

It was a graceful silhouette, similar in appearance to the Immortals seen in He Shen Kingdom, equally elegant and beautiful, as if specifically coming to meet them.

The Tai Sha Sword swayed, signaling to Chen Yi to board the boat.

Chen Yi did not hesitate, stepping onto the boat in a few strides, trying to speak with the ferry girl, "Who sent you, miss, why are you ferrying here, and where are you going?"

However, no matter how Chen Yi questioned, her face remained rigid, expressionless, like a machine.

"Don't look, she has no soul, similar to a paper doll." The Old Saintess said after some investigation.

Donggong Ruoshu saw Chen Yi boarding the boat and hurried after him, the small boat swayed twice under her footing, and her voluptuous and fit body swayed a little too.

One must say, this body indeed has some weight... she thought to herself.

The small boat slowly set in motion, slicing through the inch-by-inch crimson sea of clouds, from afar appearing rather like a sea of blood.

Chen Yi told her, this is because the residual spirits are engrossed in the Illusion Dream for too long, the deeper it goes, the more the dream degrades.

The small boat sailed above various dreams, traversing them, heading further inward.

Donggong Ruoshu gazed into the distance, feeling inexplicably uneasy, but she couldn't quite express what it was, like a dull ache tangling within.

According to what Chen Yi mentioned, the zithar just now belongs to the Wushan Goddess, so deep within, perhaps it's the Wushan Goddess causing trouble.

At this moment, with the cloud sea surging, faint threads of zithar music seemed to intertwine.

Donggong Ruoshu listened intently, but it was faintly indistinct, different from before, no longer about desire, but about... love.

Neither complaint nor admiration, like crying or recounting.

"Did you hear it?" Donggong Ruoshu asked, "The zithar music."

Chen Yi nodded slightly and said, "I heard it."

The source of the zithar music seemed to be on the mountain, a woman waiting for her husband gently strumming the strings, conveying past emotions, stirring the softest place in one's heart, evoking the face of a loved one.

In the midst of Donggong Ruoshu's Heart Lake, Chen Yi's visage gradually emerged... as expected...

She abruptly turned back, seeing Chen Yi lightly frowning, as if also listening to the zithar music,

Then who, in the depths of his heart, would be his true love?

She guessed, and immediately guessed right, it must be Yin Weiyin without a doubt.

The distant silhouette of mountains loomed, faintly akin to the Immortal Mountain.

Donggong Ruoshu wanted to penetrate everything, even if only discovering a hint, to make Chen Yi astonished, even inspire awe, yet until the small boat crossed more than half of the cloud sea, no traces of the Wushan Goddess were found.

The outline of the Immortal Mountain became closer than before, once only like a mirage, but now truly appearing in sight.

Could the Wushan Goddess be... on the mountain?

Speaking of which, Wushan Goddess, Taichua Goddess, both carry the title "Goddess," from what she saw before, the lineage of Taihua Mountain seems to originate from the same source.

"In that case," Donggong Ruoshu couldn't help muttering, "Where is the Wushan Goddess?"

"Not far."

A slightly serene voice came, Donggong Ruoshu was stunned, Chen Yi also quickly turned his head, unexpectedly it was the ferry girl speaking.

She was like a machine, or a stone, her face still stiff and pale, yet her lips repeated,

"Not far."

......

On the small boat, the atmosphere slightly tensed.

Chen Yi held his gaze, submerging his question deep in his Heart Lake: "Didn't you say... like a paper doll?"

"That's what I said... she seems... to have no intelligence," the Old Saintess recovered from initial astonishment, analyzing, "Maybe... the Wushan Goddess is indeed nearby."

Chen Yi looked around but found no trace, only able to utter, "Such mysterious things."

No matter who, those pretending to be profound, acting mysterious people are often disliked, similar beings, Chen Yi had encountered many, whether Bodhisattva, Immortal, or others, none had a good ending in his hands... but one mustn't speak too absolutely, it's the majority.

Donggong Ruoshu was also momentarily stunned, she took two steps forward, staring at the ferry girl, saying, "You... you... you can speak?"

"I can..." the ferry girl surprisingly gave an affirmative answer, her lifeless eyes looked at her, articulating, "...Taiyi."

Donggong Ruoshu was taken aback, her mind inevitably muddled, for a while before reacting: "Are you... calling me?"

The ferry girl did not respond, still rowing, seemingly acquiescing.

"Don't talk to her." Donggong Ruoshu turned back, seeing Chen Yi's serious eyes.

She nodded, stepping back a few paces, pressing her chest to calm her mind.

The Immortal Mountain was closer than before, surrounded by ethereal immortality, sacred and majestic, encircled by the sea of clouds.

The small boat was gently sailing towards it, finally docking in front of the Immortal Mountain, the Immortal Mountain rooted from the cloud sea to the ground, with not much exposed beyond the sea of clouds, a glance was enough to take it all in.

Pavilions and towers, painted buildings and carved railings appeared in sight, the steep steps leading directly to the mountaintop, Donggong Ruoshu glanced around, still finding no trace of the Wushan Goddess.

Clang...

Someone plucked the strings, extremely abruptly,

The zithar music resounded suddenly!

Immediately fell silent, like one's lifelong love dying before their eyes, during this moment of daze, Donggong Ruoshu saw Chen Yi's face gradually turning pale, moving further away from her.

Her thoughts gradually crumbled.

Bam!

Chen Yi took two steps forward, suddenly stopped, his face instantly pale, then as if experiencing a heart attack, his legs weakened, slowly falling to the ground.

Donggong Ruoshu suddenly awoke, shocked and panickedly turned back, only to see his eyes lost, as if having lost his true love, unable to withstand the shock.

The zithar music, it's the zithar music that's the key, that zithar music is causing one's divine soul to perish!

Just now Donggong Ruoshu's mind was also stirred by the zithar music, now Chen Yi surely faced the same situation.

Chen Yi's lips quivered, as if calling out to someone, his voice was hoarse, Donggong Ruoshu was at a loss, only striving to listen, hear the voice he uttered from his throat.

"Yin, Yin Weiyin..."

Indeed it is...

Donggong Ruoshu's eyes welled with tears, grabbing Chen Yi's arm, shaking vigorously, even so, his eyes gradually lost color, gradually his divine soul was extinguished.

"Yin, Yin Weiyin..." Chen Yi once again hoarsely murmured, helplessly reaching out, but only grasping at the air.

Donggong Ruoshu panic-stricken, at a loss,

Where is Yin, Yin Weiyin?!

"Where are you? Miss Yin... Miss Yin where are you?" In her frenzy, she babbled nonsensically.

"I'm here, coming, coming!"

A hand reached out, grabbing onto the hand Chen Yi had let fall before her eyes, she looked up, a figure in white appeared, firmly holding his hand.

Chen Yi's eyes gradually regained brilliance, seeing this scene, she wept tears of joy.

Amidst the tears, she breathed a sigh of relief, softly saying, "Miss Yin... It's so good to have you here."

Yin Weiyin, dressed in white, nodded slightly to her, her demeanor like dew yet like electricity,

"With me accompanying you, it's enough, you should go back first."

Hearing this, she nodded slightly, Chen Yi's true love heart was Miss Yin, whether she was there or not was the same.

She was about to stand up, but for some reason, she paused,

Wait... she's Miss Yin, then who am I?

I am...

Tai, Taiyi...