In the voice that resounded again at some unknown time, there was a tinge of reminiscence.

Legend has it that on the road to the underworld, there is a river called the River of Death, which runs through the entire underworld. Its source is unknown and its destination is unclear. The River of Death nourishes its companion flowers, and because these flowers are connected to time and space, anyone who possesses them has seen the past, as if hearing the sound of reincarnation. However, everything dissipates like a dream upon awakening.

There was a Buddha who attained enlightenment and came searching for the Companion Flower. It was because he was attached to his past life. Some say that this Buddha was the reincarnation of the Buddhist holy object, the Three-life Stone. He was born as a person of the Buddha's family and became enlightened as soon as he was born. It caused quite a stir.

Some people say that in a previous life, this Buddha was a humble weed. It was because a great emperor observed its form and attained enlightenment. Since then, it cultivated its spiritual wisdom and became a Buddha. Though it died for unknown reasons, its Buddha nature remained indestructible. Therefore, it was born as a Buddha as soon as it entered the world.

After the Buddha, shrouded in an aura of mystery, discovered this companion flower, he remained silent for three days before leaving with a single graceful remark.

From now on, that flower that exists alongside will be called "The Flower on the Other Shore."

Afterward, the Higanbana Lily was cursed in some way, causing it to bloom without leaves and grow leaves without blossoms. The flower and leaves coexisted yet could never meet. Meanwhile, the Southern Barbarian Emperor had already found the entrance to the Yellow Springs before the curse took effect. He moved the largest Higanbana Lily and disappeared without a trace.

And this Amaryllis is a child flower of the Amaryllis that the Emperor moved away back then. The Emperor once said, "This Amaryllis has a connection with him. Now, those who have profound realizations while on the Amaryllis will pass the third level of inheritance."

With that sentence ending, everyone turned their gaze towards the swaying Blossom of the Other Shore floating in the air.

"Blooming amaryllis on the other shore, on the other shore it blooms, is there someone willing to be the first? Dream... reincarnation?"

Although everyone was quite tempted, they were all cautious and kept silent.

"Hahaha, you bunch of cowards! It looks like I, Old Hu, will take the lead!" A man with a full beard walked out from among the crowd, his imposing figure carrying a massive axe as tall as two people without appearing burdensome.

Before the man finished speaking, a green leaf withered and fell from the other side of the flower, landing on the man's shoulder.

And then, the man fell into an uncontrollable deep sleep. "Ding!" A flying dart seized the opportunity to strike.

"No mercy for those who break the rules." The hoarse voice suddenly appeared, and with a wave of sound, the owner of the flying dart turned into a pile of debris in an instant, leaving the whole scene in silence.

A minute later, the bearded man gradually woke up as if he hadn't fully regained his senses yet.

"Damn it, what happened? Why the hell am I crying?" The bearded man widened his eyes, seemingly unable to believe that he had done such a thing.

And in the distant, the Higanbana flowers on the other shore lit up three petals one after another, from inside to outside.

"Light up three petals. Acceptable. Next one, who?"

Bai Yi looked at the Higanbana, and as the Higanbana reached its final form, he felt an inexplicable and unbearable longing in his heart.

Longing to get closer, longing to touch, longing to possess. However, within this longing, there is also a sense of fear that prevents Bai Yi from acting rashly.

Mu Zihe casually glanced at Bai Yi, who was excited yet fearful, by the side. He started pondering, as if he had something on his mind, about the Higanbana flower.

The paragraph translates to: "The next person, it's me!" Confidently emerging from the crowd, Ru Yizi exudes an air of refined elegance.

Heh, what's so special about you, Confucius' descendant? The second person should be me, Hua Yuhán." Hua Yuhán lazily approached Confucius' descendant, with a disdainful and frivolous expression.

I wondered who it was, turns out it's you. There's nothing more to say then. Following the sage words of Confucius, only women yield to villains. The face of the Confucian disciple was filled with a mocking smile.

"Yes, I am ruthless. You better be on guard against me, or else I will find ways to make your life worse than death!" Although there was a smile on Hua Yuhans face, her words were chilling. "Hmph." She turned and walked away, brushing off her sleeves.

"The next person, I, Hua Yuhan."

"Permission."

That is probably from a previous life.

A seed grew on the edge of a cliff, breaking through rocks, experiencing rain and dew, finally becoming an ordinary grass, but for several hundred years, it never bloomed.

"Hmm, such pure and lively vegetation. Why not accompany me in studying day and night?" It seemed as if all awareness had awakened at this moment, and the smiling face of the scholar's words were imprinted in the depths of my mind.

After that, listening to the scholar studying, listening to the scholar murmuring, watching the scholar's pursuit of knowledge, consciousness remained hazy and never formed into a coherent whole.

"Why haven't you bloomed after being nurtured for half a year?" Whose sigh of regret was that?

"I will be participating in the scientific examination tomorrow and cannot take you with me. I hope that when I return, you will have bloomed." Whose expectation is that?

Later, without any story left, that scholar never returned. The house gradually fell into desolation, with only a lonely grass blossoming silently.

"If there is another life, would you be willing to pursue that scholar who has departed?" The lonely voice belonged to no one in particular.

"I'm willing, I'm willing. He... has yet to see the flower I've bloomed," the flower responded anxiously, as if waiting for a reincarnation to finally hear this question. I'm willing to wait for the next lifetime, the next next lifetime, just to wait for that person and bloom for that person."

Afterwards, there was no memory of anything, and when she opened her eyes, it felt like a different world.

A flower that no one pays attention to? The flower wipes away the tears at the corner of its eyes, braving the cold.

If I were to encounter someone like that scholar again, I would make sure that he begs for his life and yet cannot obtain it, and that he begs for death but is denied. An unspoken determination to be ruthless lingered in Hua Yuhuan's heart.

"Hua Yuhan, illuminates the five-petal flower, a pride of the heavens."

"Who is next?"

"I am Mu Zihè," with Mu Zihè's indifferent voice, all attention in the room immediately turned towards him.

No one knows what kind of adventures Woodzi He will have. How many flower petals can he illuminate?

That was a hard stone, closing one's eyes missing the blossoming of the wind. Opening one's eyes, it was the reversal of day and night.

Tick, tock. It was the sound of droplets falling from a spring, repeatedly striking against the hard stone, but ultimately leaving no trace of water.

Day after day, year after year.

"Someday, I will leave a mark on you."

Shi Tou was puzzled, why was this spring water so persistent.

"You are just a pool of stagnant water. If you continue like this, you will die."

"Eventually, everyone will die. I can't withstand the sun."

"You cannot possibly leave a trace, I am the hardest stone in the world."

"Then let me strive in vain, let me waste my entire life, let me cling to it."

The spring water continued to gradually dry up.

"Your lifespan is already running out."

"Have I left a mark in your heart?"

A long silence.

"No."

"You stone, you really are a stone. Can't you deceive me for a moment?"

However, I was secretly delighted! It was for the stone's long-lasting silence.

On this day, it was seemingly no different from the usual. The stone quietly waited, waiting for the heavy drop of water to fall, yet it was already soundless.

Only then did he suddenly recall that moment.

"Stone, do you have any trace of mine on you?"

There was another prolonged silence, and the spring water had already lost all its enthusiasm.

"I think, there's some."

"Enough...already." As soon as the words fell,

"Drip, drop." The sound of water droplets hitting the stone resonated heavily.

Stone thought that he must have acquired sentience, as he was able to taste the bitter and astringent flavor of the spring water.

Since then, there was no more spring, no more sound of dripping water.

Time itself had become lonely.

"Water, perhaps I now bear your traces." Although I am the most formidable presence in this world.

But my heart feels pain, loneliness, and can no longer hear that ticking sound.

I can no longer get used to it.

Drop by drop, water eventually wears away the stone.

A voice rang out leisurely.

"Stone, are you willing to go back to the past?"

"I am unwilling, I am willing to reincarnate, to continue in the next life."

Time flies, slowly awakening.

"Light up ten flower petals, the Emperor's enlightenment. Who will be next?"

Mu Zihe is impressive, he actually managed to light up ten flowers!

"Just! Exactly!! It's just that he is too arrogant."

"Heh. I have the capital for it!"

The sound of arguments and discussions came and went.

And the remaining geniuses all focused their attention, each with their own thoughts.

Next person. I, Bai Yi!