89: Chapter 89: The Vanished Past

One of the four gates, the Women.

The moment he stepped into the gate of light, Xiao Ran felt the world spinning.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a boundless Void Realm.

Beneath his feet was a transparent crystal floor, reflecting his figure.

There were no boundaries all around, only countless enormous mirrors floating in the air.

"This is..."

"What we are seeing should be ourselves."

Su Qinghan's voice came from his side.

She was also standing on the crystal floor, similarly surrounded by countless mirrors.

Inside those mirrors were scenes of her practicing coldly in the Supreme Dao Palace, her crying before her parents' graves, her curling up and trembling in the underground palace...

Of course, she also saw a mirror containing the image of her and Xiao Ran embracing.

The image quality was so high that it was no less than being there in person.

Su Qinghan turned her face away.

Xiao Ran also saw that mirror and gave a light cough.

Just then, a phantom slowly emerged.

It was a figure exactly identical to Xiao Ran.

"The Women trial, reflecting this life."

"Those who stand here shall see the entire trajectory of their lives."

The mirror image spoke, its voice mechanical and cold.

Xiao Ran raised an eyebrow and looked at the surrounding mirrors.

Then he froze.

There were only a few sparse mirrors around him.

One was the scene when he had just Transmigration-ed and found himself standing in the blood pool of the Eternal Night Demon Sect.

One was the scene where he was chosen by the Sect Master to become the Demon Son and first came into contact with the Guixu Demon Scripture.

One was the scene of him killing Blood Child.

Then there was the Demon Son ranking tournament, entering the ruins to fight for the fallen immortal token, and...

The scene of him entangled with Su Qinghan in the underground palace.

Apart from these, there was nothing else.

Xiao Ran blinked.

"Is that it?"

"Twenty-plus years of modern life, and not a single mirror?"

He suddenly understood.

The Women could reflect this life, but it only reflected the body of this world.

His past life was on Earth; that was the trajectory of another world and did not belong here.

Therefore, before him were only the experiences of the year or so since he came to the Cultivation world.

"Interesting."

Xiao Ran chuckled inwardly.

"This trial actually helped me verify one thing: the identity of a Transmigration-er is indeed something that even the methods left behind by ancient almighty beings cannot detect."

He kept a calm face, just quietly watching those few mirrors.

The mirror image seemed to be stunned as well.

It looked down at its own hands, then looked up at Xiao Ran, a look of confusion appearing in its eyes for the first time.

"Only these?"

"Otherwise what?"

Xiao Ran nodded candidly, his face full of ignorance.

The mirror image fell silent.

In the Void Realm, a gaze hidden somewhere flashed with surprise and suspicion.

The phantom of Immortal Venerable Wuju was hidden in the Void Realm, brows furrowed tightly.

"The Women can reflect all trajectories of a Cultivator from birth to the present moment, with no exceptions, but this kid..."

He looked at those sparse mirrors of Xiao Ran, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

"Either he is the Reincarnation of some old monster who has concealed the heavenly secrets, or... he does not belong to this world."

Immortal Venerable Wuju pondered for a moment and did not reveal himself.

"Interesting."

"The little ones of this generation are getting more and more interesting."

He did not probe further.

Because no matter what Xiao Ran's background was, being able to walk to this step was his own fortune.

In the Void Realm, the mirror image finally accepted this fact.

"Since that is the case, the trial continues."

Immediately, several mirrors shattered suddenly, and then all the images flooded into Xiao Ran's mind in an instant.

However, because the memories were so few, the intensity of this trial was almost non-existent.

In just a few breaths, Xiao Ran opened his eyes.

The mirror image paused, then dissipated.

Xiao Ran had already passed.

"Is it that simple?"

Xiao Ran didn't feel any difficulty at all!

It was effortless for him, but it was different for Su Qinghan on the other side.

In the distance, Su Qinghan was surrounded by dense crowds of mirrors.

From her babbling as an infant to being taken into the Supreme Dao Palace, to her day-after-day cold practice, to her wailing when her parents passed away, to the loneliness after becoming the Saintess...

One mirror represented one segment of life.

Su Qinghan stood in the center of the sea of mirrors, her face pale.

She saw everything about herself.

Those repressed, painful, lonely, and longing... all the pasts she had buried deep in her heart were now all exposed before her eyes.

Especially that one that happened recently.

In the underground palace, the scene where she took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and kiss Xiao Ran; that night was incomparably wild.

That mirror was exceptionally clear.

Su Qinghan closed her eyes.

"Do you still want to watch?"

The mirror image asked.

Su Qinghan did not answer.

After a long while, she opened her eyes and looked at Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran was also looking at her.

Their gazes met across the sea of mirrors.

"What did you see?"

Su Qinghan asked.

"Just some past events!"

Xiao Ran said indifferently.

Su Qinghan fell silent.

But she did not ask for details; she took a deep breath and looked at her own mirror image.

"Continue!"

The mirror image looked at her without speaking.

All the mirrors began to shatter one after another; for every one that shattered, Su Qinghan's face became a degree paler.

Xiao Ran was standing to the side at this moment, and a portion of the images flowed into his eyes.

He saw Su Qinghan's past.

In her childhood, she was holding her parents' corpses in the snow, weeping silently.

In her youth, she was on the training grounds of the Supreme Dao Palace, falling down and climbing back up again and again.

In her young adulthood, after becoming the Saintess, she sat alone in an empty palace, watching the moon outside the window.

And... many other scenes.

Xiao Ran fell silent.

He suddenly understood this woman a little.

The light dispersed.

Su Qinghan landed beside him, her aura even more solid.

The Xuan Yin Immortal Body after this trial, faintly showed signs of transformation.

"You saw it?"

Xiao Ran did not deny it.

"I saw it."

Su Qinghan fell silent.

Xiao Ran looked at her and suddenly spoke: "Su Qinghan, you live quite tiresomely!"

Su Qinghan looked up at him, seemingly not knowing how to answer.

"But being tired is correct."

At this time, Xiao Ran continued: "Comfort is for the dead; that you are tired means you are still alive and still moving upward."

Su Qinghan was stunned for a moment.

Then she smiled lightly.

"Your way of comforting people is quite unique."

"As long as it works."

The two looked at each other, then averted their gazes.

In the Void Realm, the voice of Immortal Venerable Wuju rang out:

"Congratulations on passing the Women."

Light enveloped them.

The two left the Void Realm and returned to the Immortal Demon Hall.