“Found the laurel anchor point.” Yunxiu’s call suddenly came from the blood-red hourglass. Bai Yan used the tip of his sword to break three ambers, releasing the scene of Qingli combing her hair in the mirror lake, drinking the demon wine together, and finally falling into the data crack. When the three scenes were superimposed, there was always a laurel tree with silver flowers in the background.

In the real world, an avalanche suddenly occurred on the top of Kunlun Mountain. The laurel tree planted by Xuan Du broke through the ice, and its roots were connected to the data veins of the Taichu Sword. Bai Yan’s pupils lit up with the administrator’s golden pattern, and he finally saw the whole picture – the whole mountain was a super server disguised as rock, and every inch of the snowfield was a heat dissipation crystal cluster.

“Ling Xiaozi!” Bai Yan’s sword split the mountain, revealing the ice cabin hidden in the core. The master who was so righteous back then was now a brain soaked in nutrient solution, with synapses connecting countless biochips. “It turns out that you are the original system loophole.”

The roar of the Void Fox shattered the ice. Its nine tails wrapped around the laurel tree, injecting all of Qingli’s gentle memories into the trunk: “I want you to taste the feeling of being devoured by your beloved!” The silver flower instantly turned black, and its roots pierced Bai Yan’s ankle, and began to reversely extract the administrator’s privileges.

At this time, Shu completed the most dangerous evolution. His mechanical body was covered with green vines, and the primordial core in his chest bloomed a time-traveling flower – this was a miracle of the fusion of the virus flower seeds and the pain code. The young demon used the digitized antlers to press against the laurel tree, and for the first time, his voice was warm: “Father, please feel my heartbeat.”

When two completely different heartbeat frequencies resonate, a miracle happens. The black flowers on the top of the laurel tree turn white again, and the source code written by Xuan Du before his death emerges on the bark. Bai Yan’s clock scar stops bleeding, the hourglass starts to reverse, and the swallowed amber memories return to the sword.

“No!!!” The Void Fox twisted in the data storm. Each of its tails was falling off, revealing Qingli’s original red fox fur. Bai Yan seized the opportunity to stab the grass sword into the laurel trunk and activated the deepest repair protocol: “In the name of the Guardian, restart the Symbiotic Era!”

The light of creation burst out from the Taichu Sword. All data life gained substance at this moment. The new generation of demons grew real hearts, and the Void Fox degenerated into a wounded little fox. The Kunlun Mountain super server began to collapse, Ling Xiaozi’s brain dissolved into ash in the nutrient solution, and those frozen human hackers were shocked to find that the unique leaf veins of the demons had grown on their palms.

Qingli’s shadow emerged from the laurel stamens. Her body was made of light particles, but her fingertips actually touched Bai Yan’s tears: “You found something more solid than code.” Behind her, countless light cocoons rose from the ruins of Jingyuan, and in each cocoon curled up a newborn hybrid of human and demon.

The fifth illusion world also collapsed completely, and Jiang Qiu’s consciousness withdrew again. This time there was no actual participation, but he could feel that his strength was gradually growing, as if it were a parasite. It was rare that his own strength was growing.

And he once again obtained some of Ah Xiong’s residual soul. It seemed that he could complete Ah Xiong’s residual soul as long as he entered a few more times. Faintly, Jiang Qiu could already see Ah Xiong’s appearance.

In my mind, in the twilight, an ancient woman stood quietly beside a small bridge and flowing water. Her figure was as graceful as a newly blossomed lotus, and she could tell all kinds of charm without words. Her eyes were the same color as the autumn sky, clear with a hint of unnoticeable firmness. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly brushing across the lake, rippling the surface of the lake. Her eyebrows were as green as distant mountains, painted without any description, and there was a heroic spirit hidden between her sword-like eyebrows, which complemented her tenderness.

She was wearing a light blue long skirt with wide sleeves, like a fairy in the clouds. The skirt swayed gently in the wind, and the delicate peony embroidery seemed to shine. A thin belt with cloud pattern was tied around her waist, outlining her slender waist. Her black hair fell to her waist like a waterfall, and the simple hair accessories embellished it, making her look more elegant and refined.

When the woman turned her eyes, her eyes were as bright as stars, as if she could see through the secrets deep in people’s hearts. Her smile was as gentle as the spring breeze, but it also revealed a hint of playfulness inadvertently, like a clear spring in the mountains, smart and pure. When she opened her red lips, even if it was just a whisper, it was like an oriole singing in the green willows, melodiously reaching the clouds.

Surrounded by quaint stone bridges and mottled lanterns, under the interweaving of light and shadow, her figure is like a flowing painting, quietly telling those ancient and distant stories.

The picture is solidifying, and Ah Xiong’s figure is gradually becoming clear. Although it cannot last forever, there are signs of it.

So, Jiang Qiu continued to explore the sixth fantasy world.

The crystal moon pool was shimmering with light, and seventy-two rays of starlight were falling from the sky. Bai Li stepped barefoot on the water, and her toes created circles of silver. Behind her, the nine-tailed phantom swayed and shone, and each strand of fox hair was stained with runes condensed from the moonlight.

“Qingqiu Qiming.” The girl’s clear voice penetrated the night, and the starlight at the tail shot into the center of the pond. A huge star map covering the entire sky suddenly appeared on the water surface, and the dislocated Tianshu star was flashing a dangerous red light in the north.

The Black Horned Elder of the Mountain Sheep Clan stamped his hooves, and mountain patterns spread from under his feet. Eight veins of spiritual power climbed up along the chains of the Hanging Mountain, interweaving into a golden grid in the clouds. “The veins have been solidified.”

The rays of light swept across the sky, and the leader of the Red Feather Clan spread out his ten-foot-long wings of fire. Every feather was burning, but not a single bit was damaged. The flames forged a new trajectory at the gap in the star map, and the distorted light gradually straightened out. “Leave the fire and return to your position.”

The Luoshu patterns on Xuangui’s carapace lit up one after another, and the old turtle slowly and solemnly paddled its limbs. The roar of gears turning came from the bottom of the pool, and the star disk with a diameter of 100 feet began to fine-tune its angle. When the last ray of starlight overlapped with the reflection on the water surface, all the monsters simultaneously heard the clear sound of the spiritual veins of heaven and earth returning to their positions.

Bai Li’s nine tails gradually folded in the starlight, and the crystal moon pool reflected the silver moon mark on her forehead. The girl landed lightly on the bluestone on the shore and found a few strands of lavender mist wrapped around her ankles – this was the blessing silk thread of the Sky Spider Clan, which was being woven into a protective amulet as she walked.

“Wait a minute, little fox.” The old voice of the old man Huai came from the ancient tree, and the fireflies hanging between the branches suddenly glowed with green light, “Go and get three drops of morning dew, pick them from the tips of the golden wutong leaves that haven’t touched the ground yet.”

The girl’s ears twitched slightly, and when she turned around, a silver bell rang in her hair. She saw the Jinwu Forest on the west side of the Moon Lake was turning pale, which was the false dawn woven by the Tiancan Clan with starlight silk. The real dawn was still two hours away, but in order to align with the calibration of the Wanxiang Star Plate, the alternation of day and night in the entire Yunxiu Heavenly Realm needed to be precisely controlled.

Crossing the temporary bridge formed by a swarm of fireflies, Bai Li smelled the sweet scent of resin in the mist. Twelve pairs of amber lights suddenly lit up in front of her eyes, and the Sky Spider Tribe’s Mist Hidden Workshop was suspended on two spider webs spanning the canyon.

“The girl from Qingqiu is on time.” Spider Lady Mo Qing emerged from the mist, her eight legs alternately striking the spider silk, playing a rhythm similar to that of chimes. The human face pattern on her abdomen glowed blue: “The morning dew of the golden wu needs to be contained in mirage shells, where are the sea moon pearls you brought?” Bai Li spread out her palms, and three iridescent pearls floated up. Spider silk suddenly shot from all directions, etching honeycomb patterns on the surface of the pearls. When the seventh layer of the barrier was completed, the dripping sound of the falling dew suddenly became unusually slow – this is the unique time and space sealing technique of the Sky Spider Clan.

“Remember, unlock the first layer when the sundial pointer coincides with the moon phase.” Mo Qing’s feet drew a star map on the spider web. “If the dew is allowed to sense the spectrum of the false dawn, the entire calibration ceremony will be moved forward by three quarters of an hour.”

On the way back after retrieving the morning dew, Bai Li encountered a group of mountain goats. Elder Black Horn was leading the young tribesmen to play the Earth Pulse Harp, an instrument made of the resonance stone at the core of the Hanging Mountain, with seven strings corresponding to vibration waves of different frequencies.

“You’ve come just in time!” The elder’s horns flashed with an earthy yellow halo, “Use your fox fire to light the fuse. We need to activate the spiritual vein node of the third hanging mountain.”

Twelve mountain goats stamped their hooves at the same time, and a thunderous roar came from the inside of the mountain. The moonlight condensed at the tip of Baili’s tail moved along the strings. When the flames touched the seventh string, the entire suspended mountain suddenly became transparent. The girl saw the crisscrossing spiritual veins inside the mountain, like glowing blood vessels slowly pulsating.

“Earth veins resonate, rise!” The roar of the Black Horn Elder caused the mountain to tremble. The sound waves produced by the mountain goats took on the form of golden cuneiform characters, which were embedded one by one in the beating spirit veins. When the last rune returned to its place, the vines hanging at the bottom of the Hanging Mountain suddenly bloomed into thousands of blue flowers, which was proof that the earth was full of spiritual energy.

As midnight approaches, the tribal emblems of the nine hanging mountains light up simultaneously. Bai Li holds the mirage shell and climbs onto the altar in the center of the Moon Lake, only to find that the water has turned into liquid starlight. The Luoshu pattern on the back of the Xuan Gui is rotating in sync with the star disk, and with each rotation, a new constellation is reflected on the water.

“Qingqiu Dew, Sky Spider Seal, Rock Sheep Guide.” Chief Zhuyu spread out his flaming wings, “It’s time to let the fire temper the star track.”

The moment Bai Li unlocked the seal, morning dew evaporated into mist and rose into the sky, reflecting a colorful light bridge in the false morning light. The seventy-two stars suddenly became brighter, and the mechanical sound of the star disk at the bottom of the pond resonated with the rock sheep tribe’s earth vein harp. When the red feather tribe’s nirvana fire burned the star map along the light bridge, the dislocated Tianshu star began to slowly return to its position.

“Not enough,” Xuan Gui suddenly shouted in a deep voice. The old turtle’s carapace burst into light patterns, “The moon phase projection is half an inch short, and the butterfly dream tribe’s illusion weaving technique is needed!”

Millions of phosphorus powders suddenly fell from the night sky, and the Butterfly Dream tribe members transformed into moon disks and spread their thin wings. At the moment when the real moonlight and the illusory projection overlapped perfectly, the star disk vibrated like a dragon’s roar. All the demon tribes felt the spiritual power surging in their blood at the same time – this was a sign that the star track deviation that had lasted for three hundred years was finally corrected.

The aftermath of the star track returning to its original position was still reverberating in Yunxiu Tianjing, and the seventy-two waterfalls suddenly flowed backwards. Bai Li saw that each water curtain was blooming with transparent lotus flowers, which were banquet containers condensed by the water spirits with spiritual power. She followed Huai Weng to the depths of the Jinwu Forest, and the amber lanterns wrapped around the tree roots lit up one by one, illuminating the thousand-layer food boxes suspended in the air.

“Little Moon of Qingqiu, try our newly developed rosy jelly.” A moss-covered face poked out from the banyan tree hole. The chef of the Wood Spirit tribe was carving a glass cup with his mycelium fingers. The jelly-like substance in his palm kept changing colors, and the condensed twilight clouds were sealed inside.

In the center of the banquet stood the masterpiece of the Mountain Sheep Tribe – a three-dimensional stove made of resonance stone. The granddaughter of the Black Horn Elder was knocking on different rock layers with her hoof tips, and the sound waves shook the lava deep in the earth veins, roasting the snow clam wrapped in silkworm silk. The flames from each crack carried a unique mineral aroma.

After the Dream Nest Banquet, Bai Li followed the Butterfly Dream Clan to the residential area. The path paved with phosphorus powder automatically extended under her feet. The moonlight was suddenly blocked by some huge object. The girl looked up and saw a complex of buildings spanning three suspended mountains – it was a symbiotic nest made of the Nirvana ash of the Red Feather Clan, reinforced with sky spider silk, and woven with wood spirit roots.

“Be careful with the stairs.” The Butterfly Dream tribe member who led the way shook her wings lightly, and the vines in front of her immediately blossomed into spiral stairs. Bai Li found that each tree house was moving slowly. The totem poles carved by the Mountain Sheep tribe and the moonlight barrier of the Qingqiu Fox were perfectly integrated. The liquid amber flowing in the walls recorded the dreams of the residents of all generations.

On top of the oldest perch, Xuan Gui was using a tortoise shell to copy the star map. The annual rings under the old tortoise suddenly rippled, and an image of a certain Zhuyu tribe leader sealing a thunderstorm eight hundred years ago emerged. “This is the true power of the Universal Star Disk,” he said, his webbed claws scratching across the ripples, “it records the lost secrets of all tribes.”

At midnight, Bai Li discovered unusual waves by the Moon Lake. The liquid starlight that should have been calm was forming tiny whirlpools, and intermittent metal friction sounds came from the bottom of the lake. She put her ear to the water surface and vaguely heard a vibration frequency similar to an ancient language.

“You felt it too?” Chief Zhu Yu suddenly descended from the sky, and Mars burned warning runes on the surface of the lake. “After the star disk was calibrated, the ‘Night Whisper Tide’ that was supposed to be silent for three hundred years woke up ahead of schedule.”

The Luoshu pattern on Xuan Gui’s carapace flickered wildly, and the bubbles spit out by the old turtle exploded on the water surface into a star map: “The Seven Killing Stars are dark, and the Greedy Wolf has shifted. The last time this sign appeared was the disaster year when the ancient demon clan split off and gave rise to the Dark Descendants.”

The morning mist covered Yunxiu Tianjing earlier than usual, and Bai Li found that the false dawn had double images. When she tried to use the fox fire to disperse the mist, the flame suddenly turned into a strange blue. At this time, the voice transmission thread of Spider Lady Mo Qing wrapped around her wrist: “Come to Zhiyuan quickly, something has broken through the seal of time and space.”

In the territory of the Sky Spider Clan, the invisible defensive spider webs all materialized, covered with melting black ice crystals. Mo Qing’s six eyes simultaneously reflected scenes from different time and space: “These are ‘shadow borers’, time and space parasites that specialize in gnawing at the barrier. But they were extinct three thousand years ago.”

The elders of all tribes gathered urgently at the star disk altar. The curved horns of the black-horned elder were stained with suspicious mucus: “The corroded earth vein nodes were found in the third hanging mountain, and the spiritual energy tastes like the fishy smell of the sea.” The originally golden spiritual veins inside the resonance stone he showed had turned into a dirty purple-black color.

The roots of the Sophora japonica suddenly pierced into the water, and the ancient tree trembled in pain. The tree bark revealed a tree ring code that only the Wood Spirits could decipher: “The memory of the star disk has been tampered with, and the current calibration parameters are a replica of a certain point in time two hundred years ago!”

Bai Li’s nine tails spread out uncontrollably, and the starlight at the tip of the tail automatically projected a blurry image: a figure wearing a bronze mask was adjusting the gears of the star disk at the bottom of the pool, and behind him was floating the ancient scroll that should have been stored in the forbidden land of Qingqiu – “Blood Contract of All Souls”. (End of this chapter)