Chapter 1002: Chapter 574: I Will Take Your Place (Triple Extra-Length Chapter, Part 2)

If a person obtains Immortal Herbs, they will abandon decayed wood. If one’s eyes behold the Goddess, they will forget old acquaintances. When she appears, she is all that is seen, causing one’s heart to break, reversing their world, leaving them in a daze, unsure of their surroundings..."

"It’s not the Old Saintess, a familiar voice gently explained beside him:

"In this light, be careful,

there’s no telling... she might replace one’s cognition."

Chen Yi’s heart chilled at these words. The Ancient Zither God could only change its appearance, but the Wushan Goddess could unknowingly replace a person’s cognition along with her appearance.

Objects follow their owner; naturally, the owner is superior to the object.

"I see, thankfully I have you, Wei Ying." Chen Yi said with a smile.

The female crown gave him a gentle smile, her demeanor casual and at ease.

She always had this Immortal Lady guise, ethereal like dew and electricity, seemingly carefree about everything.

Chen Yi turned back, but couldn’t help but lament, fortunately Yin Wei Ying followed him deep into the Illusion Dream, otherwise his understanding might unknowingly have been replaced.

Wait... Yin Wei Ying, did she... did she come in with him?

Pressing his forehead, Chen Yi suddenly felt a sense of something amiss, an indescribable feeling of doubt surged within him, prompting him to search for answers in his memory.

But after careful recall, he was certain.

Yes, Yin Wei Ying had indeed followed him all the way here.

After they parted ways in Shantong City, they met on the way south to Dragon and Tiger Mountain. At that time, Yin Wei Ying came over the sea, ethereal like an immortal, even the Little Fox was surprised, who would have thought they’d meet Great Yin on the road? She then followed him all the way to Dragon and Tiger, together they ventured into the Demon Refining Abyss. During that time, she even transformed into a Flying Sword, and finally, they arrived beneath the White Tower, together venturing into the depths of the Illusion Dream.

Yes, that’s how it was.

After some recollection, Chen Yi suddenly realized, likening it to forgetting where he had put his phone, only to find it in a certain corner and remembering that’s where he’d placed it.

"What’s wrong?" The female crown saw him unmoving and asked.

Chen Yi snapped back to reality and shook his head, saying, "Nothing, let’s continue to find clues."

Saying this, he turned and exited the cavern, with Yin Weiyin closely following, the two breaking through the water.

Splash.

The water surface broke open,

cranes cried at the edge of the sky.

A magnificent Immortal Palace came into view.

...

Exquisite and rare plants, cloud stairs and moon ground,

an ensemble of vivid colors, soaring high.

The Immortal Mountain pavilions came into view, colorful clouds within arm’s reach, maidens chatted and laughed as they walked along the corridors, each possessing celestial beauty and graceful demeanor, yet none could compare to Yin Wei Ying by his side.

In this place, the grace and beauty of the Taichua Goddess unfolded before their eyes, radiant and gleaming, each step dazzling the halls, akin to a dragon soaring upon the clouds.

Chen Yi was momentarily dazed, unmoving, until Yin Weiyin had to wave a hand before his eyes to bring him back to his senses, gathering his scattered thoughts.

He carefully observed the Immortal Palace before him, feeling nothing amiss, and slowly asked, "Is there anywhere we haven’t seen yet?"

"No, we’ve seen everything." Yin Weiyin softly replied.

Chen Yi slightly nodded, indeed he had looked over this place, finding no new clues.

He slowly walked out from the lakeside, with the corner of his eye catching a familiar face, if he recalled correctly, she was named... Taiyi.

Taiyi sat dazedly by the rockery, glanced at Chen Yi, and quickly looked down again.

The Goddess beside him was so dazzling, what was she compared to that...

Seeing her desolate, it was, after all, his deceit that harmed her. Chen Yi felt the urge to console her, but Yin Weiyin pulled him forward, so he refrained for the time being.

Everywhere was festively decorated, cranes pecking at grass seeds by the lake, garments in every shade of yellow and red fluttered between the pavilions and towers, with white stone and blue tiles entwined in immortal air, blossoms blooming as the gentle breeze blew. The maidens here were unlike anywhere else, lacking any trace of worldly or material scents, walking in the corridors as if stepping into an ink painting, coming and going, jesting, not knowing what they were busy with.

"What are they busy with?" Chen Yi asked, finding it strange.

Yin Weiyin glanced sideways at him, reminding him, "Don’t you remember?"

As soon as she spoke, a group of lively and graceful maidens came towards them, smiles on their faces, hands holding golden cups, silver bowls, silks, and scarlet garments.

They were the groom’s wedding attire.

"I’ve told you, we need to properly wed this time." The female crown softly said.

It seemed there indeed was such a matter, Yin Weiyin always held a grudge for not being able to wed before in Shantong City. She mentioned it several times under the moonlit night, lying on him, drawing circles idly while softly complaining, the smooth shoulder of the Taichua Goddess exceptionally fair, she was always exceedingly beautiful at such times.

Chen Yi slightly nodded, softly replying, "Mm, I remember."

"Of course, how could the groom forget," a maidservant teased, stepping forward quickly to place the groom’s hat upon him.

Once the vivid red groom’s hat was in place, the maidens gathered around, lifting his arms, slipping on sleeves, removing old boots, replacing them with new shoes. In a moment, Chen Yi was dressed in the groom’s attire, surrounded by such vivid brilliance that it dazzled the eye.

Taiyi watched the scene from afar, wanting to approach but lacking the courage, only lowering her head silently.

Soon, the maidens, like a cluster of brilliantly blooming flowers, led Chen Yi into the palace, leaving only a glaring and vivid red silhouette behind for her.

Taiyi stared blankly.

A clear tear slipped from the corner of her eye, silently wiped away, for crying here alone was truly embarrassing.

Once she composed herself, a figure slowly approached from afar, Taiyi looked up, it was Yin Weiyin.