The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 104 - 80: Heavenly Foundation Building, New Ability_2

Chapter 104: Chapter 80: Heavenly Foundation Building, New Ability_2

After the establishment of the Moon Dynasty, it was repeatedly destroyed, yet it would always be rebuilt.

"Another forbidden land?" Jin Li’s eyes narrowed.

She remembered what Qi Yuan mentioned about the four bans and the two forbidden lands.

"What’s the name of the other forbidden land and where is it?" Jin Li’s voice was slightly strained.

"According to the ancient texts, that forbidden land is called ’Ground Forbidden’," Qiyue said slowly. "There are rumors that a world-ending demon resides there and a faceless swordsman went to slay it."

"What happened to him?" Jin Li asked, gripping Qiyue’s arm.

"The Ground Forbidden was shattered. It’s hard to imagine the scale of the power that could have caused it.

He, however, met the same fate as the demon," Qiyue said faintly.

"He died?" Jin Li seemed a bit dazed.

"There are also records that the establishment of the Moon Dynasty was single-handedly orchestrated by the faceless swordsman.

Unfortunately, the new emperor didn’t agree with this.

I don’t know if the faceless swordsman has any connection with our Moon Dynasty, but he did indeed come here.

He also left behind a divine statue which is just right ahead."

Jin Li looked up to see an old, crumbling temple with a collapsed southern wall and overgrown weeds.

"Would you like to go inside to have a look?" Qiyue asked serenely.

Jin Li stepped on the stone floor, her steps quick yet seemingly slow.

Within merely a few moments, she entered the temple.

"What a pity that even though the faceless swordsman was rumored to have saved the world, among all the temples, his is barely worshiped," Qiyue remarked with a sigh.

Jin Li stopped in her tracks and stared at the broken statue within the temple.

Flashes of countless memories crossed her mind, reminding her of many things.

"Your Majesty, did you see what you wanted to see?" Qiyue’s melancholic voice came from behind.

Jin Li looked at the statue and raised her hand.

She touched the statue’s left hand.

Just then, the statue’s left hand suddenly burst.

A green wooden hairpin fell into Jin Li’s hand.

She clutched the hairpin tightly. She recalled the second thing Qi Yuan told her, raised her head towards the statue and said, "I see it now. It’s as though I see him."

...

The Ban of Attire.

The cold wooden planks made Qi Yuan uncomfortable, and also somewhat chilled.

He reached out, trying to grasp something, but his hands found nothing.

"Xiao Jia..."

He called out and opened his eyes.

But he found himself alone on the wooden planks.

"Xiao Jia?"

He shouted with more force.

Yet, there remained no response.

Inside the wedding chamber, it was completely empty, devoid of any other presence.

"Sharing clothes with you!"

Qi Yuan enacted his impressive skill.

Regrettably, the answer he received was silence.

Sitting on the cold wooden planks, he felt a headache.

The only consolation was that his power was still there, just as Xiao Jia... was still there.

"This wife of mine, she’s really unfit. She left without notifying me,"

Dragging his weak body, he started moving around the Ban of Attire.

He saw many wedding gowns.

Unfortunately, none were as beautiful as Xiao Jia.

He stumbled along and eventually made his way into the underground palace: "Right, they say long-married couples start to resemble each other. Now I can’t even walk properly without tripping.

I guess you felt the same way before, didn’t you? All haze and disorder in your head from too many things,"

After about two hours, Qi Yuan finally reached the underground palace.

"Xiao Jia, I suppose we’re in a trial separation period now."

"But since you’re not here, I can’t get a divorce on my own."

"So, the next time we meet, we’ll discuss whether or not to divorce. For now, you’re still... my wife, right?"

"Should I be chasing after you to the crematorium?"

"Or, would it be more interesting if you were the one to chase me to the crematorium?"

In the dimly lit underground palace, Qi Yuan took a moment to catch his breath.

He lifted his hand, and the moon symbol disappeared. It was akin to the marks Xiao Jia had once left on him.

He looked at the remaining soldiers from the Department of Clothing Enforcement still in the underground palace.

"Should I leave?"

"That damned sun, wouldn’t have shown up if I had broken through level one hundred early!"

"I simply can’t beat this game."

Upon perfectly completing the game, Qi Yuan felt a sense of dejection.

The end of a game feels like the end of a television series: leaving one’s heart empty.

"Such a lousy game, I still haven’t completed a side mission!"

"No, that’s not right. Jin Li is a player, not a mission!"

"Next time when I’m gonna meet her, it should be in the real world."

Thinking about the last time he was supposed to meet Jin Li in a snowstorm, and how he waited for days without seeing anyone, brought up complex emotions.

His thoughts were in a whirl.

He looked at the dormant soldiers of the Clothing Enforcement Department, triggers an ancient text he once read. He could not help but recite the words.

"In the past when I did not see you, my sorrow was like accumulated snow, both of us deeply engrained in each other’s thoughts.

Today, while I don’t see you, my longing is like crystallized dewdrops, both of us intoxicated in our memories of the past.

In the future, when we meet, there will be no regrets for our delayed reunion, nor will we resent the short time given to us."

The original last verse was, "In the future, if we do not meet, life will be like a southern dream, our dreams will be empty."

He thought it was bad luck so he changed it on the spot.

He remembered the snow that day.

The snow in the game was intense, much heavier than the snow on Blue Star.

The ancient camphor tree was like a giant Christmas tree.

With no corpses hanging from it, the Christmas tree that Jin Li saw must have been beautiful.

Qi Yuan snapped out of his daydream and looked at the soldiers of the Department of Clothing Enforcement, instructing them, "It took me some effort to recite these sentimental lines, make sure you pass them on to Jin Li!"

After stating this, Qi Yuan, sitting inside the underground palace, suddenly started laughing, "I’m such a hopeless romantic."

...

Snow was slowly falling on the Seven-Colored Peak.

Jiang Lingsu was still in her thin, long dress, exiting the thatched hut.