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The space in the illusion is blurry and mysterious. Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze found themselves lying in a magnificent palace.
The majestic scene of the palace is like a splendid dream, adorned with jewels and pearls, reflecting phantoms like a water moon mirror. The roof is like a starry sky, dotted with night pearls, as if encompassing the entire galaxy. Among the murals, the river of time flows, intertwining golden and silver lights into different eras and scenes.
The figures on the mural appear to have stepped out of the pages of a book, vivid and lifelike, as if they could jump out at any moment and express the joys and sorrows of their lives. In the distant corner, there is a huge jade seal suspended in mid-air, with the four traditional characters "Eternal Under the Moon" engraved on it, each stroke emanating a dazzling golden light.
"Welcome to the Moon Palace," a voice as gentle as the falling petals of a violet said, as a figure descended gracefully from mid-air. "I am Princess Yueyao, you can call me Yueyao."
She approached slowly, with light and graceful steps, not disturbing the surrounding dust at all. Her appearance was ethereal, with delicate features complemented by mysterious and deep eyes, exuding an elegance akin to a celestial crane. Her radiant silver hair flowed over her shoulders, creating a contradictory yet beautiful image.
She was dressed in a long robe embroidered with silver moons and stars, giving her a sacred and lofty presence.
"Princess Yueyao, where are we? Why did we come here?" Zhao Shaohua asked in astonishment.
A hint of killing intent flashed in Xiao Moze's eyes, but this subtle change did not escape Princess Yueyao's eyes.
"You have come here because of my summons," Princess Yueyao said slowly and deliberately.
With a gesture, she conjured an image in the air, showing Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze many scenes from their past lives, along with various complex and intertwined emotions.
"Each time you reincarnate, you are bound by the same curse, which allows you to love each other but prevents you from being together, bringing countless pain and suffering." The voice of Princess Yueyao was gentle, but it couldn't hide the weight within.
"A curse?" There was a hint of doubt in Xiao Moze's eyes.
"Princess Yueyao, why are we cursed like this?" Zhao Shaohua asked anxiously, his eyes filled with worry.
"Many years ago, there was a pair of lovers, one a god and the other a human, their love angered the heavenly rules. As a result, they were cursed to endure the torment of love and suffering in the cycle of reincarnation. You are their first reincarnation," Princess Yueyao explained.
Xiao Moze After listening, he frowned and pondered for a moment, then said with a hint of playfulness, "Doesn't this mean that one of us was once a deity? That's just silly. Why would a perfectly good deity come to the mortal realm to endure such hardships?" As soon as he finished speaking, he involuntarily sneezed.
Zhao Shaohua Upon hearing this, his face turned pale, and a sense of unease arose in his heart. "Fairy, do we still have a chance to break this curse?"
Princess Yueyao smiled slightly, her gaze deepening as she continued, "There is a way, the only way is to find the ' Destiny Stone.' This is an extremely rare gemstone that can only unleash its power under the true love of two people. Ten of them must be collected and placed on the Emotion-Generating Rotating Mirror, with sincere prayers, only then can the curse be possibly lifted."
She added, "However, the whereabouts of the Destiny Stone have always been mysterious and unpredictable, and no one knows its specific location."
"Where is the Emotion-Generating Rotating Mirror?" Xiao Moze's eyes burned like foxfire.
Princess Yueyao took out an ancient scroll, and upon opening it, a complex celestial map was revealed. In the center of the map was a region shrouded in darkness.
Her expression turned serious: "Emotion-Generating Rotating Mirror is sealed at the boundary between the heavenly realm and the mortal world, in a place called 'Heartbreak Cliff.'
"In the distant past, there were examples of love between beings from the heavenly realm and mortals. Therefore, the gods of the heavenly realm created a spiritual treasure, which sends the beloved deities and mortals through fifty-four trials, binding their fates together. In each lifetime, they will meet each other, but cannot be together, and each encounter will end in hatred and pain."
"Then we have no chance of winning?" Xiao Moze asked, his voice filled with unwillingness.
"In fact, before the Emotion-Generating Rotating Mirror reaches the first era, you still have a chance to turn back," Princess Yueyao's tone suddenly became serious. "Hurry back now, everything is still possible, and failure means eternal damnation with no chance of reincarnation."
Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze locked eyes, and a hint of determination flashed in both of their gazes, rejecting Princess Yueyao's kindness.
Even though the two of them currently have no memories of their past lives, deep in their souls, it's as if a voice is telling them, "Don't look back."
"We will never back down. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, we will definitely find the ' Destiny Stone' and the 'Emotion-Generating Rotating Mirror' and break this terrible curse."
Princess Yueyao nodded and smiled, "Indeed, I knew it was futile to ask. Before this dream ends, I sincerely wish for you to ultimately fulfill your wishes."
As these words fell, the figure of Princess Yueyao gradually merged into the hazy purple mist, leaving behind only her meaningful words: "Love and hatred are just a thin line apart. May you find the Destiny Stone and discover your own path to liberation."
Then, her figure dissipated in the clear moonlight, disappearing like ripples in the water.
"Thank you, Yueyao," Xiao Moze suddenly said from the bottom of his heart.
Zhao Shaohua and the others understood that the road ahead was still distant and uncertain. But at least, they were no longer just pawns of fate.
The illusion gradually begins to blur, like a painting being gently swayed by the wind. Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze feel themselves being blown into a painting by a strong wind, where their hazy memories of past lives begin to emerge one by one...
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