Chapter 94094 Exchange of Life

Chapter 94

Master Daozhen flew over and reached out towards the Soul-Destroying Well, but he didn't even touch the corner of Kongfan's clothes.

He looked up at the golden dragon circling the sky and earth and sighed deeply. He had never imagined that he would be unable to control Kong Fan and would be injured by him instead.

The cultivators, led by Xiaoyao Sect, had their spiritual power greatly reduced due to the opening of the Samsara Well, so the people from the foot of the mountain attacked up the mountain and no longer tried to stop them.

"Once the soul enters the well, it will be destroyed. No one has ever been able to come out of the Soul-Destroying Well. The eye of your formation is gone, hahaha!" Venerable Youquan laughed loudly, with the attitude of a winner.

Everyone looked at the Soul-Destroying Well, which had returned to peace, with gloomy expressions, and then looked blankly at Master Daozhen.

"Master." Wu Chen asked anxiously, uncertainly, "Kong Fan has the ability to come back, right?"

Master Daozhen did not answer, but looked at the golden dragon that symbolized Kongfan's life.

Even if he had the ability to come back, he would never be able to lead others out of the Soul-Destroying Well.

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In the ever-decreasing darkness, Yingji dreamed a dream, a dream of love. In the pitch-black darkness, a snowy mist slowly emerged. The mournful cries of ghosts and wolves gradually faded, leaving only this tiny patch of white between heaven and earth, shutting out everything outside.

In her dream, Yingji felt adrift, powerless, unable even to open her eyes. She passively accepted Kong Fan's closeness. She could clearly feel his kiss. He first kissed the center of her brow, then her eyes, the wings of her nose, and finally, he parted her lips. His kisses were always gentle, but today, beneath that suppressed tenderness, there was a hint of urgency. His kisses continued down her neck, along her collarbone, and finally, at her heart.

The tingling sensation made Yingji's heart itch as well.

Yingji thought to herself that she was truly a witch, as she would actually have such an outrageous dream before she died.

Ever since she knew that Kong Fan's closeness to her would consume his spiritual power, Ying Ji has restrained herself a lot. Now in her dream before death, she no longer has to worry about anything else and can do whatever she wants.

Was it because she was dreaming? Yingji suddenly regained her strength. She reached out and climbed onto Kongfan's shoulders, hugging him back, kissing him back, nuzzling his ears, and trying to possess him.

A burning pain came from the palm of his hand, and then Kong Fan held the painful hand, intertwining their fingers.

Yingji couldn't help but wonder, was her soul about to melt? Starting with her hands? But she quickly lost herself in the pleasure of being with Kongfan, unable to think about anything else.

In the vast expanse of white, Yingji closed her eyes, her brows furrowed, her soul trembling with tears. She couldn't tell whether it was her soul that was being melted, or whether it was Kongfan who brought it to her.

Is this an illusion brought to her by Kong Fan?

She was craving for such infatuated sobbing.

I should open my eyes and look at Kong Fan again, even if it was just him in my dream. Thinking this, Ying Ji opened her eyelids that had been heavy and unable to open.

The first thing she saw was Kong Fan's clear eyes. At that moment, there was only her in his eyes.

At the second glance, Yingji saw circles of floating blood mist in the vast white.

Confusion appeared in Yingji's eyes. She looked for the source of the blood mist and found two people's hands clasped together.

The stinging in the palm of my hand became more and more severe.

Yingji suddenly felt a strange uneasiness in her heart. "It must be a dream... yes..."

"Aying, are you willing?" Kong Fan held her face.

What are you willing to do? Yingji stared blankly at Kongfan. Feeling the two of them pressed against each other, was she willing... for him to enter? Of course she was.

"Yes."

Then, Ying Ji saw Kong Fan's bright smile. Even if all the Falling Star Talismans were ignited at the same time, they were no match for his smile.

She was completely bewildered by Kong Fan's smile, and he embraced her, kissed her, and penetrated her deeply. Suddenly, an unbearable pain shot through her palm, so sharp it seemed to tear her body apart. Ying Ji wanted to cry out in pain, but her lips and teeth were occupied by Kong Fan, and she couldn't make a sound.

Yingji was in so much pain that she almost fainted. In such pain, she was dazed to find that her body seemed to have undergone some uncontrollable changes.

Yingji looked into Kongfan's eyes and finally realized that this was not her dream.

Fear quickly appeared in Yingji's eyes.

She tried her best to push Kong Fan away. In the past, she couldn't push him away unless Kong Fan gave in to her. However, this time, she pushed Kong Fan away very far.

Yingji didn't have time to think about why she had so much strength. She immediately looked at the two people's hands separating.

Her palms were bloody and blood mist was still floating out of them.

Amidst the blood, she saw a strange symbol on her palm. She had studied talismans before, but she had never seen anything quite like this. It gave her a very uncomfortable feeling, like some kind of sinister and perverse path.

Before Yingji could figure out what was going on, Kongfan held her hand again, intertwining their fingers and palms together.

Just before he approached, Yingji saw clearly that there was also such a talisman on the palm of his hand.

Yingji turned her eyes and stared at Kongfan, asking, "What are you doing?"

She was confused, angry, and in pain. "Jump down and see me off. Do it again before you die?"

The white mist surrounding the two people is gradually becoming thinner, and the darkness outside the white mist can be vaguely seen.

Yingji remembered that this was the cloud realm created by Kongfan.

Kong Fan hesitated to speak. He glanced at the two people's clasped hands, squeezed them firmly, and then suddenly loosened them. He picked up the clothes beside Yingji and helped her put them on one by one.

"In this way, I will not feel guilty towards you in my life." Kong Fan lowered his eyes, his voice as gentle as ever.

"What do you mean by shame or not, you..." Ying Ji wanted to ask him anxiously how he was going to go back, and in a trance she saw a hint of red on Kong Fan's lips.

She wiped it gently with her fingertips and asked, "Did I bite you? Or are you... hurt?"

"But I feel unworthy of such trust." Kong Fan suddenly closed his eyes to hide the sadness in his eyes.

He quickly opened his eyes again and smiled at Yingji.

"Ten years, twenty years, a hundred years, a thousand years, one day the Sky-tearing Formation will succeed." More and more blood flowed from Kong Fan's lips. He held Ying Ji's face and said, "Aying, when that day comes, help me see how high the sky outside is."

"I……?"

Ying Ji reached out to wipe the blood off Kong Fan's face, but was shocked to find that the strange talisman on her palm had disappeared and the wound was healing.

Then, something started to stir inside her body.

"Do you like it?" Kong Fan's voice was gentle, "It's your spiritual power that you have always wanted."

Yingji stared at Kongfan, shaking her head desperately, tears falling from her eyes.

"Don't cry." Kong Fan wanted to wipe Ying Ji's tears, but his hands were covered in blood, so he could only retract his hands.

"This time, I don't have the ability to save you. But the Dragon Enlightenment Technique can take me out of the Soul-Destroying Well." Kong Fan said slowly, "Then I have no choice but to give you the Dragon Enlightenment Technique."

"I don't want it!"

Countless cracks appeared in the snow-white cloud realm, and finally, it instantly collapsed like snow. An overwhelming darkness suddenly swept over.

Yingji watched in horror as Kongfan's body became transparent.

"Take it back!" Yingji roared, raising her scimitar. "Take it back! Take it all back! Otherwise, I will not live alone!"

The sharp blade pressed against her neck, and blood splattered.

"I give you my immortality, my spiritual power, and my memories. From now on, you are me, and I am you." Kong Fan smiled, his compassionate voice like a god preaching irrefutable doctrine. "If you harm yourself, you will kill me again."

Yingji cried heartbreakingly. "I don't want it. I don't want anything. I won't fight for anything... I won't fight anymore..."

Kong Fan used up his last bit of strength to hold her knife-holding hand and turned the scimitar in another direction.

A muffled groan.

The golden Bodhi Pill emits a sacred light in the thick darkness.

Kong Fan placed the Bodhi Pill into Yingji's palm and slowly held her hand.

"You have to fight, you have to do everything you want to do. Take me with you, and I will always be with you."

Monks do not tell lies.

She lives, I live.

I will only live if she lives.

As long as she lives, I live.

Fortunately, from now on they are united as one, and you and I are no longer separate.

Kong Fan let go of Ying Ji, opened his arms, and his gradually transparent body fell into the endless darkness.

In the darkness, Ying Ji seemed to see flames floating between his eyebrows and his black hair tangled together.

The golden dragon that was circling across the sky suddenly paused, and the next moment it turned into ashes and turned into a rainstorm.

All the Bodhi trees died in an instant.

Daozhen suddenly raised his head and said sadly: "Kongfan——"