Chapter 127 Killing Tai Sui (15) This is the true face of the Year Yin.

"It didn't seem like this before," she murmured softly, then suddenly remembered that Gu Lianzhou had already gone through the process of transforming into a demon, and couldn't help but click her tongue in surprise, "Could it be because of that 'Yearly Yin'?"

A soft rustling of fabric came from outside the tent. Gu Lianzhou, perhaps leaning against the daybed, spoke with a hint of languor: "Perhaps, but now we can see more clearly."

Song Qiling had no idea how clear things were, but she dared not move around recklessly anymore.

Through the gauze curtain, she cleared her throat and joked, "That's great. If you live alone, you can save a lot of money on lamp oil at night."

On second thought, her presence in this house now seems to be causing him trouble.

After a moment of self-reproach, she continued, "Speaking of Suiyin... what was the matter with your battle with Chu Yue earlier? Do you still remember?"

"Of course I remember." Gu Lianzhou folded his hands behind his head, the moonlight casting a faint shadow on his well-defined profile. "But since my senior brother didn't ask, I don't want to bring it up."

His voice trailed off, as if lost in memories of that night, "Chu Yue and I were old acquaintances. He captured me not simply to subdue the demon, but for my body..."

Suddenly, he heard his senior brother gasp. He coughed lightly and explained, "To be precise, it's to obtain my torso and my blood and bones."

At this point, he suddenly turned to the side, his gaze piercing through the gauze curtain and looking straight at him. "Senior brother, there's something I've kept from you for a long time."

The abrupt remark made Song Qiling's heart skip a beat: "What?"

The night breeze brushed against the windowpane, and the subtle rustling sound was particularly clear in the silence.

“Actually…” Gu Lianzhou slowly sat up, his black hair cascading down his shoulders like a waterfall, his dark eyes gleaming in the shadows, his lips slightly raised, his voice soft and low, yet every word clearly reaching Song Qiling’s ears, “that is the one you speak of, the one who wreaks havoc on the world, the one whom everyone in the Tianji Sect wants to kill… Tai Sui.”

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

After a long silence, Song Qiling couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Tai Sui? Isn't that a demon god that disappeared a hundred years ago and only exists in mythology?"

She had read about Tai Sui in the ancient books in the library of the sect. Those pages described a terrifying being that could stir up the heavens and earth and overturn yin and yang.

How could it be my junior brother?

How could it be my junior brother...?

When he didn't respond for a long time, the smile on Song Qiling's lips remained suspended until it gradually froze.

"What a scourge..." she murmured, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly. After a moment, as if finally regaining her strength, she suddenly raised her voice, "You're not kidding me, are you?"

The darkness outside the tent seemed to grow even heavier at that moment, and even the air seemed to freeze.

The thin gauze curtains fell silently, creating a hazy and soft boundary between the two.

It was both so close and yet seemed impossibly far away.

In the silence, only their soft breaths intertwined in the dim light, like invisible threads that stretched the moment into an unbearable longing.

Just as the silence was almost solidifying, Gu Lianzhou's voice broke the deadlock: "If you want to know more, senior brother, you might as well enter my sea of ​​consciousness for a look."

He paused, seemingly realizing that his explanation was too awkward, and then added gently, "That is what you call an illusion."

"It's so late at night, there's no need to go through all that trouble." Song Qiling subconsciously refused, but a secret curiosity welled up inside her.

That's Tai Sui, a legend that only exists in mythology.

Curiosity gradually fermented into an eager excitement.

After struggling for a moment, she finally couldn't help but lift the bed curtains and look towards the direction of the daybed. "Can you...can you guarantee that the Yin spirit won't hurt me?"

Gu Lianzhou did not answer immediately.

The moonlight faintly outlined the shape of his slightly raised arm, but he gently rubbed his temples and smiled helplessly, "I've already said, the Yin and Yang are one with me, so how could I hurt you?"

Yes, I didn't actually hurt her.

However, his behavior was intimate and unrestrained, just like that of a spoiled brat.

Recalling the "Year Yin" she had seen in the illusion last time, Song Qiling still felt lingering fear, but her curiosity about the truth of Tai Sui ultimately prevailed. She bit her lip and nodded gently.

As if suddenly remembering something, she rolled out of bed and went straight to the wardrobe next to the daybed.

Gu Lianzhou looked at her rummaging around in confusion, "What are you looking for, Senior Brother?"

"Of course I'm looking for my magical bronze mirror." She rummaged through the box without turning her head. Just as her fingertips touched the cool mirror surface, a warm hand suddenly supported her wrist from above.

"There's no need to use magic." Gu Lianzhou's breath brushed against my ear, carrying the faint scent of soapberry after a bath. "I'll just take you into the illusory realm directly."

Song Qiling was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

Now that my junior brother is in demon form, opening up his illusory form is as simple as eating and drinking.

Before she could even react, he pulled her to sit on the edge of the daybed. His warmth emanated through her thin nightgown, and the next moment, his slender fingers gently touched her back, his palm warm and comforting.

"Senior brother, relax."

The moment the words left her lips, Song Qiling felt a lightness all over her body, as if she were being lifted up by the wind, and then instantly fell into soft clouds.

When she opened her eyes again, everything was still pitch black, but the pungent smell of sulfur filled her nostrils, making her cough twice.

She squinted, looking down at the cracked black stone beneath her feet, which gleamed with a dark brown luster, as if it had been burned a million times by fire.

Looking up, one could see grayish-white volcanic ash floating in the sky, falling slowly like snowflakes, turning the whole world into a desolate wasteland.

This scene was different from what she had seen in Gu Lianzhou's illusion last time.

Beneath the vast sky, the dried volcanic rock is cracked with spiderweb-like patterns on the ground. The once churning lava has long since disappeared, leaving only desolate black rocks and endless ash.

"This is……"

As soon as he finished speaking, the rocks beneath his feet suddenly emitted a deafening roar and began to shake violently.

The earth cracked open at a speed visible to the naked eye, startling her so much that she hurriedly retreated. She then saw the black stone beneath her slowly rise, and a huge tentacle burst out of the ground and landed on the rubble.

The tentacles were over ten feet thick, covered with dark golden scales, from which a crimson light seeped, like flowing magma.

Then, the second one, the third one...

Countless tentacles crawled out from the ground, supporting a body as large as a small mountain.

Countless thick tentacles were covered with suckers, and every inch of its skin shimmered with a dark luster.

Song Qiling stood on one of the tentacles, and as her body swayed, another tentacle gently wrapped around her waist.

The tentacles were covered with fine scales, hard and sharp, yet surprisingly careful, holding her steadily in this chaotic void.

Song Qiling subconsciously looked up and saw the monster's head hidden behind volcanic ash, its pair of crimson eyes shining brightly, like two blazing sparks. Wherever its gaze swept, even the air seemed to boil.

Its breath, hot and scalding, sprayed onto Song Qiling's face, causing her to turn her head away involuntarily.

She suddenly understood.

This is the true face of the year's yin.

This is... Tai Sui.

What about the "octopus" she had seen before?

The image of that soft, black creature flashed through his mind, and then, looking at the enormous thing at his feet, Song Qiling swallowed hard, then said with a wry smile, "Junior brother, why didn't you tell me about something this important sooner..."

Look at how this was done.

Eh... Eh, this is really true.

As soon as she finished speaking, the tentacle encircling her waist tightened slightly. Song Qiling lowered her head, about to say something more, but her palm inadvertently touched the fine scales on the surface of the tentacle.

The instant their skin touched, a clear thought flooded her mind: 【...I'm afraid I'll scare you.】

That voice clearly belonged to Gu Lianzhou.

But it was even more subdued than usual, carrying a hint of barely perceptible unease, which resonated directly in her heart.

Song Qiling was slightly taken aback. She subconsciously wrapped her hand around the tentacle and clearly felt a steady and powerful throbbing under the scales, like another heart beating regularly.

Are you still afraid now?

That thought came again, carrying a hint of cautious inquiry.

“Now…” Song Qiling felt a sense of novelty and deliberately dragged out her words. Her fingertips lightly traced the cool scales, and she noticed the tentacles under her palm tremble almost imperceptibly. She couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “It seems that it’s not so scary anymore.”

The thought had barely formed in her mind when she "heard" a sigh of relief from his heart. Immediately afterward, another, slightly thinner tentacle quietly reached out, tentatively brushing against her wrist. At the same time, that inner voice sounded again, tinged with a helpless indulgence: "...Stop it."

Song Qiling, however, grabbed the tip of the playful, rubbing tentacle with her other hand, feeling a firm yet strangely soft texture.

She raised her head and looked at the pair of fiery red eyes behind the haze. Despite their different shapes, she seemed to be able to see her junior brother's eyes, which were always smiling at her, through this enormous thing.

“So,” she gently squeezed the tentacle in her palm, feeling its peculiar texture, and silently asked herself, “is this your true form?”

He quietly let her hold his foot, and after a moment, a familiar thought gently responded:

[Yes, and not entirely; the form is up to the whim... but this shape is the most reliable for bearing the power of 'Tai Sui'.]

The power of Tai Sui...

Song Qiling gradually suppressed her smile and recalled what she had learned in her childhood.

When Tai Sui appears, the way of Heaven is in disarray.

Its form is uncertain, its nature is unpredictable, and it is the embodiment of calamity.

When war rages on and resentment runs rampant in the human world, it attracts evil spirits to descend upon the mortal realm, which is divine punishment.

The Tianji Sect was established to slay demons and evil spirits, remove obstacles, and protect the righteous path in the human world from falling into ruin.

Slay demons and remove evil spirits...

These six words, like a thunderclap, exploded in my mind, instantly stirring up a monstrous wave.

Her gaze involuntarily fell back to the tentacles encircling her waist.

Therefore, the being that is carefully embracing her and carrying her junior brother's consciousness is the source of all chaos and calamity recorded in the ancient texts.

That book probably wasn't fabricated by Chu Yue...

As his thoughts wandered, he suddenly heard Gu Lianzhou sigh helplessly.

Senior brother, I can hear your heart's voice.

Song Qiling stiffened and said with an awkward smile, "Sorry, I was just going through the sect's rules out of habit, it wasn't meant to be directed at you."

As her gaze wandered, she suddenly noticed that among those thick tentacles, there were actually several much thinner, tender tentacles.

They huddled timidly in the shadows, completely out of place with the imposing and terrifying atmosphere around them, like newly sprouted buds.

She couldn't resist reaching out and gently touching one of the tentacles with her fingertips. The tiny antenna seemed startled and flinched, then, sensing something, it obediently nestled into her palm. The soft sucker gently sucked on her fingertip, nimbly weaving between her fingers in an intimate embrace.

The touch from under my fingertips was soft and smooth, completely different from those mature tentacles covered with hard scales. Instead, it felt just like the touch of that "octopus" from before.

“Junior brother, what are these small tentacles…” She looked up curiously at the crimson eyes.

After a long silence, until Song Qiling spoke up in confusion, the junior brother's thoughts calmly echoed: [He was severely injured before, and is now reborn.]

Those few words made Song Qiling's heart tighten.

She subconsciously softened her touch, tenderly stroking the tender antennae, her gaze unconsciously drifting along the main leg before suddenly focusing on one spot.

The place was empty, with no trace of new growth, only a hideous scar.

Just as she was about to ask a question, the tentacles around her suddenly became restless. Several thick tentacles quickly moved and intertwined, completely blocking the gap and shutting out her probing gaze.

Don't look.