Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"You said that we were still a little bit skeptical that this was a prison, but now we are a little bit convinced."

She turned and looked at Yonglin:

"Where is the road?"

"...So that's the case, I understand. No wonder you promised me so simply that you are waiting for me here."

Yonglin stepped forward with a smile, illuminating her fingertips with her spiritual power and drew a stroke in the void, slowly drawing a complicated figure:

"You came here a thousand years ago, right? Yakumo Zi? Just because I couldn't find the'road', I had to give up."

"Yes, thanks to you Yongrin."

Yakumo Zi confessed unpretentiously, and fixed his gaze on Yongrin's gesture:

"Thanks to you repeatedly reminding me not to move this place, I can guess that'she' is here so easily."

"This is really my miscalculation. I didn't expect that there was'her' in your initial purpose."

The movement in Yonglin's hand stopped and saw that the responsible pattern had taken shape. In a short time, the direction of the air flow changed. A breeze blew from the depths of the darkness, and everything around it gradually became clearer.

Yakumo Zi's eyes condensed, the big hole in the wall when they came has disappeared, not only that, but the wall itself has disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, they actually came under a starry sky.

What they stepped on was a spiral staircase, looking upwards, until they reached the end of the sky, the shining star dust was shining, looking downwards, they did not enter the bottomless abyss all the way, and the aura of depravity churned in it.

"Let's go."

Yong Lin, who didn't say much, walked up the stairs first, but Yakumo Zi hesitated for a while before following Yong Lin's steps.

The long steps under the starry sky are full of distorted colors, and the concept of time seems to be blurred. Following Yonglin, Yakumo Zi suddenly realizes that he can't remember how long he has been here.

"If you have any other plans, I advise you to give up."

As if noticing Yakumozi's abnormality, Yong Lin suddenly said:

"The time and space here are all stopped. Even if we try our best, we can't get a glimpse of this corner, so if you still hold some unrealistic ideas, I advise you to give up."

"...What the hell is this place?"

Yakumo Zi asked coldly, even though she could come and go freely even in the palace she saw on the moonlit night, but here she felt a sense of immobility.

She stopped and stared firmly at the back of Yorin Yai and said:

"This is not a prison!"

"……exactly."

Yonglin raised her head and looked at the dazzling starry sky with a look of nostalgia in her eyes:

"This is not a prison originally, and I don't like to call it cold words like'prison'. As the residence of that adult, I prefer to call this place-Guanghan Palace."

Chapter 43-Guanghan Palace

"Guanghan Palace...?"

This seemingly unfamiliar vocabulary flowed into Yakumo Zi's mind. She frowned and searched the memories carefully, then suddenly startled:

"It's her? Fairy Guanghan...Chang'e?!"

"You look surprised."

Yong Lin stared at Yakumo Zi, seemingly indifferent, but the indifferent smile on the corner of her mouth also means that her heart is not so indifferent.

"It's so..."

Yakumo Shi smiled like self-deprecating:

"We went to investigate all the gods related to the moon, but only this Fairy Guanghan was skipped because she is really..."

"Too small?"

Yong Lin said what Yakumo Zi said in her heart, her curled mouth couldn't hide her smile:

"The true moon god would actually stoop and hide himself in a corner of myth. You didn't expect it?"

"Indeed, you guys are pretty good at playing in secret, it's dark under the lights."

Yakumo Purple narrowed his eyes and said:

"We didn't expect that she didn't care about status so much, she would allow all of you gods to override her."

"Status, what you want to say is faith, right?"

There is a strong irony in Yonglin's words:

"That great talent doesn't need this kind of thing. You can understand that just because her existence is above me, the myth is not much stronger than the dust for her."

"Hehe, this is really in line with the statement of'Sir God'."

Yakumo Zi sneered and closed his tentative gaze, but found that they did not know when they had reached the end of the stairs.

"Don't be surprised."

Looking around the gradually widening surroundings, Yonglin explained:

"The space and time here are static. Whether you can go to the end depends on whether the adult wants to see us."

"It seems you still have a lot of face, Yonglin."

"Ah."

Yongrin laughed at Yakumo Ziyan's insincere compliment.

After dozens of steps, a lonely palace appeared in front of the two of them. The whole palace was built of pure white jade, under the starlight, a faint icy green radiated, and a lonely breath radiated from it.

There was an unreal feeling surging throughout the palace. It seemed to exist there, and it seemed that it did not exist there. With this looming weirdness, Yakumo Zi always felt familiar.

The gate of the palace is open, there are no guards or waiters, which adds a bit of coldness to the palace.

The two walked to the front of the palace, but Yonglin deliberately slowed down Yakumozi half a step, stopped behind her, and noticed the doubting and wary gaze that the other party was casting at her, she smiled lightly:

"There is the answer you asked for."

"...We thought you would stop me."

"Block? Why?"

Yonglin shook her head slightly: