We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 577: This Spell Formation—Will It Truly Work?

After Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng completed that unfinished wedding ceremony...

Almost every day, Xiao Mo would practice soul-level dual practice with Gui Junmeng.

And much of the time, it was more than once a day.

In the early morning, before the daylight had fully brightened and the quilt still held the warmth of the previous night, if Xiao Mo woke and tried to get out of bed, Gui Junmeng would gently tug at his sleeve. Her voice would carry the languor and shyness of someone newly awake as she whispered, “Can we sleep a little longer?”

Xiao Mo would immediately understand—Junmeng wanted to cultivate.

By the afternoon, when the sunlight slanted into the room, Gui Junmeng would walk back inside alone, then lightly knock on the table, again and again.

At first, Xiao Mo did not know what Junmeng meant.

But one time, after Gui Junmeng finished knocking and saw that Xiao Mo did not react, she blushed and pulled Xiao Mo into the room.

After that, the sound of Gui Junmeng knocking on the table became like a secret signal.

Whenever that knocking sounded, Xiao Mo understood. Junmeng wanted to cultivate again.

When night fell, after the two of them had bathed, removed their outer clothes, and kept only their thin underlayers on, they would lie side by side on the bed.

Gui Junmeng would quietly stretch out a slender finger and lightly poke Xiao Mo’s waist, again and again.

If Xiao Mo ignored her, she would keep poking him, tirelessly poking him until Xiao Mo finally held her hand and turned toward her.

To be honest, Xiao Mo felt that he was already restrained enough.

Even if it was union at the soul level, it should not be this frequent.

Otherwise, Xiao Mo felt that he and Junmeng really might become so immersed in this dual-practice method that they could not pull themselves free.

As time went on, they would gradually deviate from the proper path.

For this reason, Xiao Mo deliberately found a time to have a heartfelt talk with Gui Junmeng.

He tactfully told her his thoughts.

Gui Junmeng listened quietly, her head lowered, her cheeks red as ripe fruit.

“I... I understand...” Her voice was so soft it could barely be heard, like a wisp of breeze brushing over flower petals.

“I’ll try hard... I’ll try hard to restrain myself...”

Finally, she raised her head. Her clear eyes looked earnestly at Xiao Mo, as though she were making a solemn promise.

But the next day...

Not long after Xiao Mo got up to meditate, he saw that graceful figure standing quietly at his side.

Gui Junmeng tightly pressed her thin lips together, a pair of small hands clutching her sleeves as she looked at Xiao Mo with pitiful, eager eyes.

Those beautiful fox eyes were filled with bewitching allure, yet she looked like a child who badly wanted candy but just could not have any, enduring so hard that it seemed especially difficult.

Xiao Mo gave a helpless, soft sigh. In the end, he still walked into the room.

Gui Junmeng’s eyes brightened slightly, shining with a joy she could not hide, and she hurriedly followed Xiao Mo inside.

She took the initiative to shut the door, then lowered the bed curtains, screening off everything inside.

As their cultivation advanced day by day, Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng’s cultivation rose faster and faster.

However, Xiao Mo gradually discovered that the cultivation method Great Dream of Yellow Millet had a rather troublesome drawback.

The dual-practice method in Great Dream of Yellow Millet had an “acute phase” of desire.

Contact at the soul level was indeed not much different from contact at the level of the body.

The touch, the warmth, even the subtle trembling were all almost identical.

But a person’s instincts ultimately still inclined more toward the most direct, most real exchange between body and body.

Although, after every instance of soul-level dual practice between Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng, their desire for contact at the physical level would indeed lessen greatly for a short time...

As the days accumulated, that desire would quietly, slowly, and increasingly fiercely return.

And each time, it would be even more intense than the last.

Then came another instance of soul-level dual practice.

After that, as time passed, the next surge of desire would become even more scorching than the previous one.

Thus, the intervals between their soul-level dual practice grew shorter and shorter, more and more frequent, almost reaching the point where it was difficult to control.

In the end, this formed an unhealthy cycle.

Anything carried to extremes reverses.

Such high-intensity, high-frequency merging of souls would ultimately cause a certain degree of damage to the souls of both people.

Moreover, as their longing to touch each other’s physical bodies deepened day by day...

Several times after their soul-level dual practice, Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng nearly failed to control the surging desire in their hearts.

However, only after the two of them stepped into the Immortal Realm could they take the final step of physical dual practice.

Before that, the two of them had to each preserve their primal yang and primal yin.

If an accident occurred midway, all their previous efforts would be wasted.

Because of this, they also had no choice but to frequently circulate calming cultivation methods, doing their best to maintain inner peace and clarity.

At times like this, Xiao Mo would teach Gui Junmeng to recite the Buddhist Calming-Mind Mantra, which did have some effect.

However, Senior Sister Lin often told Gui Junmeng rather indecent jokes, and even showed Junmeng erotic illustrated manuals. This left Xiao Mo quite helpless.

One night, Xiao Mo vaguely sensed a slight movement beneath the quilt.

When he woke from light sleep, he found that Gui Junmeng was no longer beside his pillow, but curled up beneath the quilt.

“Hiss...”

Just as Xiao Mo was about to say something, he could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

Two sticks of incense later, Gui Junmeng hurriedly lifted the quilt, her cheeks slightly red, then rushed outside to draw well water and rinse her mouth.

Just like that, another year passed.

The “acute phase” brought on by the soul-level dual practice of Great Dream of Yellow Millet finally gradually passed.

Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng could already face the desire in their hearts calmly, no longer as unable to restrain themselves as they had been at first.

The strength of both their souls had also risen by an entire level because of it.

It was also after this period of continuous dual practice that the old injuries inside Xiao Mo’s body had nearly healed. There was basically no longer anything serious to worry about.

During this time, Liu Shui also often came to Xiao Mo’s courtyard.

Although Xiao Mo had politely refused her many times, Liu Shui still continued to silently take care of the trivial matters of their daily lives, like Xiao Mo’s maidservant.

Gui Junmeng felt this was inappropriate, so she often took the initiative to share those chores with Liu Shui.

However, every time she had only just reached out, Liu Shui would gently push her away.

Gui Junmeng also noticed more and more that whether at the dining table or during cultivation, Sister Liu Shui would often lose focus without realizing it, her gaze silently falling on Xiao Mo.

One day, because Liu Shui had questions about a Daoist sword technique, she came to seek Xiao Mo’s guidance.

In front of Xiao Mo, she unfolded that sword technique move by move, while Xiao Mo patiently offered guidance from the side, pointing out several deviations in her practice.

But suddenly, when Liu Shui circulated the sword art, something went wrong. Sword qi invaded her spiritual veins, exceeding what her spiritual veins could bear.

A thread of crimson blood spilled from the corner of Liu Shui’s mouth. Her face instantly turned as pale as paper, and her awareness began to blur.

She only felt the world spin before her eyes. Her body tilted, and she fell to one side.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xiao Mo stepped forward and caught her in time.

His arm wrapped around Liu Shui’s soft, slender waist. Liu Shui’s head naturally leaned into his embrace, and their gazes met.

“Sister Liu Shui, are you all right?” Xiao Mo asked worriedly. “Sister Liu Shui, stop practicing for now. I’ll help you regulate your breath.”

But Liu Shui seemed not to have heard Xiao Mo’s words at all. Her clear eyes simply stared straight at Xiao Mo, dazed and fixed, her whole body seemingly lost in a trance and motionless.

“Sister Liu Shui?” Xiao Mo called again.

Yet in the next moment, Liu Shui stretched out her hand and gently grasped Xiao Mo’s palm. She actually placed Xiao Mo’s hand against her high, heaving chest.

Xiao Mo could not help freezing. Then he suddenly came back to himself and hurriedly drew his hand back from Liu Shui’s chest.

“Husband... Sister Liu Shui?” Just then, Gui Junmeng’s voice came from outside the courtyard.

Only then did Liu Shui suddenly react. Realizing what she had just done, she hurriedly struggled free of Xiao Mo’s arms and stood up, flusteredly straightening her clothes.

“Junmeng, I... I...” Liu Shui opened her mouth, wanting to explain something.

But after being seen like this, Liu Shui understood in her heart that no matter how she explained, she likely would not be able to make it clear.

The blush on her cheeks quickly spread to her neck and ears, and her beautiful eyes were filled with shame and panic.

“I... I still have some things to do, so I’ll leave first...” Liu Shui lowered her head and hurriedly ran out of the courtyard.

Liu Shui did not know how long she ran, or how far.

She only knew that she kept running forward, running desperately, wanting to get as far away from Xiao Mo and Junmeng as possible.

In the end, she finally stopped beside a clear stream.

Liu Shui crouched down, her arms tightly hugging her knees, her gaze blankly watching the stream wash over smooth pebbles as it slowly flowed into the distance.

Reflected in the stream was the woman’s delicate, lovely face.

When Liu Shui thought back to how she had held Xiao Mo’s palm in the courtyard just now and pressed it against her chest, she became so ashamed that even her eyes seemed to grow wet.

“How could I do something like that...” Liu Shui tightly clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. “If I do that, how is it any different from stealing someone else’s husband? And Junmeng is so good to me...”

“But...”

Liu Shui hugged her knees tighter and tighter.

“I only want to be with you, Young Master... Is even becoming a concubine not allowed...?”

...

After Liu Shui ran off, only Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng remained in the little courtyard.

“Junmeng, just now...” Xiao Mo arranged his words, thinking about how he should explain the scene just now.

But Gui Junmeng shook her head and softly interrupted him. “Husband, it’s all right...”

“I know...” Gui Junmeng slowly walked up to Xiao Mo, raised her head, and looked into his eyes.

“Husband, I’m not a fool.” Her voice was gentle and calm. “Sister Liu Shui has liked you for a long time. It’s not as though I couldn’t tell. Sister Liu Shui has always made it very obvious.”

“Although, if we were all to live together in the future, I don’t know whether I would be able to get used to it...”

Gui Junmeng paused, then looked at Xiao Mo seriously. There was no reproach in her gaze, only sincerity.

“But if you decide to marry Sister Liu Shui, Husband, I won’t mind.”

“Only, there is one condition... After Husband marries Sister Liu Shui, you’re not allowed to grow distant from me...”

“What are you talking about...” Xiao Mo reached out and gave Gui Junmeng a firm flick on the forehead.

“I... I’m serious...” Gui Junmeng rubbed her faintly aching forehead. “Sister Liu Shui likes you from the bottom of her heart... I can’t bear to see Sister Liu Shui so sad either...”

“All right. Don’t talk about this anymore.”

Xiao Mo shook his head. His tone was gentle, yet carried a note that left no room for negotiation.

“You don’t need to concern yourself with this matter. You spent the whole day teaching dao arts to the disciples in the temple, so you must be tired. Go rest first.”

“Oh...”

Gui Junmeng lowered her head and slowly walked toward the room.

But after taking a few steps, she turned back again and said with utter seriousness, “Husband, it really is fine if you marry Sister Liu Shui. I won’t get angry like Jingci...”

“I know. Go rest,” Xiao Mo said helplessly, waving his hand.

Only then did Gui Junmeng obediently return to the room.

Xiao Mo stood alone in the courtyard, his gaze fixed in the direction Liu Shui had left.

After a long while, he sighed softly.

“I have already deceived enough people in this life. How could I ruin someone else’s life as well...?”

...

Tushan.

One mountain-moving ape after another was slowly shifting Tushan’s peaks, changing the entire layout of the land. Mountain ranges moved from their places, and the terrain overturned.

The descendants of the Golden Crow clan opened their mouths and spat flames, melting hard black iron into crimson molten metal, which was then continuously forged by the Fire-Smith clan into thick, heavy chains.

Dozens of Heaven-Swallowing toads crouched on various peaks. Inside each of their bellies was enough water to fill a great river.

They opened their mouths in unison and spat out the river water they had stored, replenishing dry riverbeds and filling the winding river channels once more.

One hundred thousand demon cultivators skilled in spell formations stood on each mountain peak, holding formation diagrams and arranging formation patterns in orderly fashion according to the design plans.

Countless rare cultivation treasures were buried at the spell formation’s key nodes under the guidance of mountain-boring worms.

Above the firmament, the concentration of spiritual power grew higher and higher, like clouds and mist, pressing heavily between the mountains and lingering without dispersing.

This enormous spell formation, created by exhausting all of Tushan’s power, had only just completed the initial framework of its first layer, but everything was proceeding in perfect order.

On a secluded mountain peak, Tushan Meng stood upright, her gaze calmly looking toward the spectacular and busy scene before her.

At that moment, a woman slowly stepped down from the sky. With her hands clasped behind her back, she walked to Tushan Meng’s side.

“This spell formation. Will it truly work?”

Tushan Meng did not even turn her head as she asked calmly, her tone without a ripple.

“Of course.”

Yuan spoke slowly, her tone confident.

“Once this spell formation is fully built, I can guarantee that your precious disciple will step into those legendary two lost realms in a single leap!”

“When that time comes, never mind the demon-race world—even the Ten Thousand Arts world will be Tushan’s for the taking!”

“Only...”

Yuan stretched out her hand and made a loose grasping motion toward the spell formation, her five fingers slowly closing. The corner of her mouth hooked into a meaningful smile.

“‘Some’ upper three realms cultivators will die, that’s all.”