Chapter 207 Ye Li Impersonates Feng Jingxuan and Sees Ghost Face

Upon hearing Feng Jingxuan's words, Ye Li's mind went blank.

She was actually a soul resurrected by the masked man?

A sense of absurdity spread through her mind, yet at the same time, she felt an inexplicable certainty.

Feng Jingxuan did not lie to her.

That's why she often dreams of that celestial palace and the voice that holds her hand from behind and teaches her to write.

Li'er.

Ye Li.

In an instant, many hazy fragments flashed before Ye Li's eyes.

From her first unsteady steps to her laughter on the swing.

She is not an orphan.

She was raised by others and then sent to the Tianmen Sect.

That person is the masked man!

For a moment, Ye Li felt a chill run down her spine.

He brought her back to life, then cruelly tortured and killed her.

Whom does he want to resurrect? What is his purpose?

...

Ye Li suppressed the chill that welled up in her heart and said in a deep voice, "When he revived me, whose body did he use?"

"Li Yuehua".

The answer was exactly what she expected.

"But wasn't Li Yuehua's body completely destroyed?"

"That's right. In order to find her scattered soul fragments, the Venerable Lord hardly showed himself in those years. He took the remaining soul fragments to the Golden Sand Illusionary Realm Immortal Mansion and used an array to nourish your soul fragments until they stabilized."

Ye Li suddenly realized.

That's why she has no memories of before the age of five, because at that time her soul was incomplete, like a mentally challenged child.

Ye Li vaguely felt that she had grasped something on the edge.

Unfortunately, Feng Jingxuan only knew this much. She asked many more questions about the details of what the masked man had told him to do, so that she could be more like Feng Jingxuan.

As they were talking, the black mirror on the table suddenly started flashing.

A wisp of black smoke spread out, and a line of words appeared in the air.

"Come to the Dark Realm to see me."

Upon hearing the commotion, Feng Jingxuan's voice betrayed a hint of guilt and fear. "Is it the Venerable Lord? I've said everything I need to say, now you should let me go."

"Not yet."

"Why not!"

Ye Li looked at the red jar in front of her, "Because I need to ask you for a favor."

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This is my second time entering the Dark Realm.

Ye Li was no longer as cautious as she had been the first time; she strode towards the altar following the route Feng Jingxuan had indicated.

What he was holding was Feng Jingxuan.

As they drew ever closer to the center, Feng Jingxuan's voice grew increasingly panicked.

"Why did you bring me here! Didn't you promise to let me go?!"

Ye Li continued walking, her voice equally low, "Tell the masked man that you brought my soul back."

The air was silent for a few seconds, then Feng Jingxuan's voice, on the verge of collapse, rang out, "You're going to hand me over to the Lord?!"

"Stop! Stop now! If you dare hand me over to the Lord, I'll expose you!"

"You won't."

Ye Li's voice was extremely calm, "The fact that I was able to come in means that you have already betrayed him. If you expose me, you won't survive either."

Feng Jingxuan choked up.

He gritted his teeth, "Don't you pride yourself on being righteous? You'd actually resort to such despicable tactics?"

In the past, Feng Jingxuan's words would have truly made Ye Li feel ashamed and reflect on herself.

Now, perhaps because she has had more contact with Xie Sixing, she not only feels nothing, but even has a bit of a "what's the point" attitude.

Seeing that he couldn't arouse Ye Li's "conscience," Feng Jingxuan also shut his mouth.

After passing through the dark blue corridor, Ye Li arrived at the altar once again.

The situation here is exactly the same as before, except that there is one more person.

This was the first time Ye Li had seen the Ghost Face since the Misty Camphor Forest.

He was standing beside her corpse, clearly in the light, yet he seemed to be hidden in a cloud of black mist, indistinct and unclear.

Ye Li clenched her fist at her side, then walked forward nonchalantly, mimicking Feng Jingxuan's tone, and said, "Greetings, Your Excellency."

Under the glowing embers, the masked man slowly turned his head.

The hideous demon face added to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of the surrounding purgatory.

Those flame-patterned pupils fell upon her.

Even though Ye Li didn't look up, she could still feel that cold, piercing gaze.

Time passed second by second, and Ye Li maintained her worship posture, trying her best to appear respectful.

The silence around us was unsettling.

a long time.

Just as Ye Li was wondering if he had discovered something, a hoarse and sinister voice finally rang out.

Is it her?

Ye Li's heart tightened, and when she looked up, she found that he was looking at the red jar in her hand.

He nodded. "Yes, I have brought Ye Li back."

"Hehehehe..."

A chilling, maniacal laugh rang out.

He raised his hand and stroked the corpse on the altar. "Li'er, you couldn't wait any longer, could you?"

"This time you can finally really come back."

Before Ye Li could ponder the meaning behind his words, her hand was suddenly empty.

The red altar has already fallen into the hands of the masked man.

Perhaps it was due to excessive eagerness, or perhaps it was because a thousand-year-old wish was about to be fulfilled.

The masked man made no attempt to conceal the name "Feng Jingxuan." With a wave of his black sleeve, the previously quiet formation immediately lit up with an eerie red light.

The dried bloodstains etched into the patterns and grooves of the array seemed to come alive, transforming into trickling streams that meandered toward the corpse at the center of the array.

No, this is not old bloodstains, but fresh blood!

Ye Li's heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly looked up.

Sure enough, the disciples who were either hanging upside down or standing looked as if their faces had been devoured by evil spirits, and the color in their faces quickly faded like a tide.

The once plump and bulging flesh shrank at a visible rate, clinging tightly to the bones, making it look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

The stench of blood grew stronger, spreading as if it were tangible. Although the surroundings were completely silent, gusts of wind suddenly arose, howling and whipping up Ye Li's clothes.

The lights were mostly extinguished by the gale, and darkness spread rapidly like a tide, enveloping the entire space in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, as if a catastrophe was about to befall us.

At the same time, Ye Li's soul uncontrollably tried to leap out of Feng Jingxuan's body.

She quickly stabilized her soul to prevent it from being sucked in.

But as the suction force grew stronger, it became increasingly difficult for her to maintain her balance.

Suddenly, a shadow fell in front of her.

Ye Li suddenly looked up, and the masked man had silently appeared in front of her.

His voice sounded even more terrifying amidst the howling wind.

"Do you think I can't tell you're not Feng Jingxuan?"

Ye Li's heart tightened; so he had recognized her all along!

He flipped his hand, and an object resembling an incense burner appeared in his palm.

Soul-Devouring Furnace!

His voice carried a hint of madness, "Don't be afraid. Just take a nap, and when you wake up, you'll remember everything. This time, I won't hurt you again."

As he finished speaking the last word, Ye Li's soul was as if grabbed by an invisible hand, forcibly pulled out of her body.

Thick smoke billowed from the Soul-Devouring Furnace, like a giant black python, tightly coiling around her.

No matter how hard Ye Li struggled, she couldn't escape.

She looked at the masked man and said coldly, "At least let me die knowing why. Who are you?"