1301: C1301 Soul Memory

C1301 Soul Memory

After the huge body of the Seven Colored Mandala fell to the ground, it quickly withered and its aura also quickly dissipated, as if it had died.

"Swish!" With a sound, Qin Yun transformed into a beam of light and instantly appeared not far from Feng Yuan Zun-zhe.

Qin Yun came to Feng Yuan's side and discovered that the power of fire on his body could be described as terrifying.

A bewitching bluish-gold color flashed in Qin Yun's eyes as a powerful true intent of water erupted from his body. Immediately, a thick layer of frost covered his body.

Then, Qin Yun suddenly accelerated and pulled Feng Yuan's body into his embrace.

Even though Feng Yuanzun was a Sovereign, her body was currently extremely delicate, as if it weighed nothing.

"Sizzle sizzle …" The flames surrounding Feng Yuan had come into contact with the frost on Qin Yun's body, giving rise to an endless mist.

Qin Yun knew that he could not just continue hugging her like this. He followed the force of her flying downwards and suddenly, a "bang!" With a muffled sound, the two figures landed in an empty courtyard.

The ground began to crack under this force, and spiderweb-like cracks started to spread out rapidly.

Just as she landed, Feng Yuan opened her eyes once again. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in Qin Yun's embrace. Her figure flashed as she instantly flew out of Qin Yun's embrace.

Although she had left Qin Yun's side, her eyes still flashed with shyness.

"What just happened?" Feng Yuan Zun-zhe calmly said to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun shifted his gaze to the ground and said respectfully, "Just now, the Venerable One was swallowed by the gigantic flower. However, it has already been killed by me."

Feng Yuanzun's clothes were extremely thin today. Qin Yun did not have the mood to appreciate the raging flames that burned him. Now, he did not dare to look his in the eye to avoid colliding with her.

When Feng Yuanzun heard that Qin Yun had killed the seven-colored mandala, he was not too surprised. She had witnessed Qin Yun's strength for himself before.

Furthermore, when she saw Qin Yun lowering his head, a smile appeared on his face. It was a form of respect for her that he did not lower his head to look at her.

Feng Yuan waved his hand. "Shua!" A beam of spiritual light flashed across his body, and a pink robe draped over his shoulders.

"In that case, let's go take a look first." Feng Yuan Zun-zhe's figure flashed and instantly disappeared from his original spot. Qin Yun followed behind him because he still had many questions.

When Qin Yun and Feng Yuan arrived at the ruins of the Cloud Fragrance Palace, the gigantic flower was lying on the ground. Its originally thousand-meter-long body had withered to a length of twenty to thirty meters. It was still shrinking.

The giant flower at the top was also shrinking, but it did not show any signs of withering.

"Master." The light yellow clothed girl immediately came forward and respectfully said this to Feng Yuan zun-zhe.

"Pavilion Master, Master …" The other people from the Divine Music Pavilion also spoke up.

Feng Yuan slightly smiled. The Spiritual Light in his hand flashed and instantly enveloped the seven-colored flower of the Seven Colored Mandara Flowers. The seven-colored flower directly flew in front of Feng Yuan, standing in front of him.

A light flashed in Feng Yuan's hand and the seven-colored flower instantly disappeared.

"Swish, swish." Two rays of light descended from the sky. They were Yun Le and the Divine Music Pavilion's Executive Elder, Venerable Wen Li.

"Master." Yun Le bowed respectfully.

"Pavilion Master, are you alright?" Venerable Wen Li said to Feng Yuan as well.

"It's fine. It's all thanks to Qin Yun." Feng Yuan Zun-zhe said with a smile.

Venerable Wen Li looked coldly at Qin Yun. He did not say a word to Qin Yun. He then looked at the withered seven-colored Mandala on the ground and continued, "Since Pavilion Master is fine, I'll be taking my leave."

After he finished speaking, Venerable Wen Li's figure flashed and instantly disappeared from where he stood, leaving behind only Yun Le.

Qin Yun watched as Venerable Wen Li left and frowned. Although he did not know her, he could guess her identity with Yun Le since she was here with him. "Her temper is really cold."0

"Wen Li's temper is a bit cold. I hope you don't mind." Feng Yuan said to Qin Yun with a smile.

"I'm fine." Qin Yun answered.

Feng Yuan Zun-zhe looked at Yun Le and continued saying to Qin Yun, "I assume all of you have come for that matter as well. Follow me."

With that, Feng Yuan brought the two of them away …

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The 33 Layered Heavens of the Heaven Realm, on top of the Phoenix Wu Mountain, Feng Yuanzun-zhe looked at the dense fog in the distance. Yun Le and Qin Yun stood respectfully behind her.

That dense fog was hundreds of thousands of miles away from Feng Wu, and it was extremely huge, and contained pure spirit power.

"Qin Yun, do you know where that is?" Feng Yuan Zun-zhe looked at the ball of mist and said.

"I don't know." Qin Yun shook his head.

"That is where the Sacred Isle of Heaven Realm is located." Feng Yuan Zun-zhe said indifferently.

"So that's the Sacred Isle of Heaven Realm." Qin Yun thought to himself.

"Yun Le, are you familiar with that place?" Feng Yuan turned and asked Yun Le.

Yun Le hesitated a little because she did not remember what had happened earlier. "Reporting to Master, your disciple does not know."

"Yun Le, you were originally my last disciple. Five hundred years ago, you were severely injured while travelling with me to the Sacred Isle of Heaven Realm. Both your soul and body were severely damaged. Therefore, I sent you to a small world. After a hundred years of cultivating and returning, you will be the current you. " Feng Yuan turned around and said while staring intently at Yun Le.

"But why can't I remember?" Doubt appeared in Yun Le's eyes.

"You were severely injured, so you may have lost some of your soul memory. She needs you to slowly adapt and retrieve it, but the process will be very painful." Feng Yuan Zun-zhe said.

"Honored Warrior, may I ask how can I alleviate this pain?" Qin Yun asked with a deep voice. Although he wanted Yun Le to recall everything that had happened in China, he could not bear to make her suffer.

"The simplest method is the Crimson Sun Netherflame." Feng Yuan Zun-zhe said.

The Crimsonflame could temper the soul and body. Naturally, it could retrieve the soul memories, but it was a pity that Yun Le's Cultivation had not reached the Divine level. Eating it would put him in extreme danger. This path was obviously not feasible.

"Except this one?" Qin Yun continued asking.

"Go to the Heavenly Refining Cauldron and ask the Venerable Lord of Samsara for the Fate Soul Pill." Feng Yuan Zun-zhe said.

"It's that simple?" Qin Yun was somewhat puzzled. He had originally thought that it was a difficult matter.

"The Venerable One's soul tempering art is also using the Heavenly Refining Cauldron as his home. For millions of years, he has never stepped out of the Heavenly Refining Cauldron even half a step. In the Three Realms, the Cultivation of the soul can be said to be unrivalled!"

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