Chapter 241: Sooner or Later
But as long as I'm alive, Xiaobai thought to himself.
"As for your Sect Leader Fan Wuzhi and the others..." Ling Shuang shook her head reluctantly, "There has been no news of them since the great purge. I'm afraid they are in danger."
[No... I won't...] Xiaobai's eyes turned red, and the tears as big as beans couldn't help but roll down.
This time, I'm not pretending.
Master, Senior Brother, and other Senior Brothers and Sisters...
Ling Shuang patted her back gently, her voice filled with a hint of numb despair: "What's worse is that the official 'ladder to heaven' leading to the Second Heaven and higher realms is either completely controlled by Ai Ye's forces and strictly prohibited for anyone to pass through, or simply destroyed by them."
“Those Heavenly Order Enforcers who were originally responsible for maintaining the Heavenly Order, in charge of ascension, sending down heavenly disasters, and maintaining the balance of all realms,” Ling Shuang said with a bitter smile, “were either cleansed out or had already publicly submitted to Ai Ye and became his minions in torturing all living beings.
You may not be able to go to Qingling Sect to become a disciple, Jingyuan."
She raised her head and looked at the forbidden and distorted sky above her. Her voice was hollow and sad: "In the upper world today, 'the way of heaven no longer exists' has long been a bloody reality."
Xiaobai's heart was shaken as if struck by lightning.
Tianshu, are you okay? No, you have returned to the Heavenly Dao. Now as the Heavenly Dao, have you been corrupted by Ai Ye or have you been sidelined by her?
This news made her feel a chill and anger from the depths of her soul, even more than the disaster that befell her master.
The entire Guixu camp seemed to have fallen into a depressing silence because of Ling Shuang's words.
Xiaobai (Jingyuan) lowered her head, her small body trembling slightly, but deep in her dark eyes, she was burning with a rage and deep hatred that was inconsistent with her age.
[What a sad night! I'll take note of this.]
[I will make you pay with blood, and those traitors, don't even think about escaping. ]
[Senior brothers and sisters, you must hold on and wait for me. ]
Ling Shuang's words were like a heavy hammer tempered with ice, hitting Xiao Bai (Jing Yuan)'s young heart hard.
Xiaobai thought that he had changed his fate and that his actions in the underworld could at least install a speed bump on the wheel of history.
However, reality slapped her hard in the face. Not only was history not shaken at all, but it seemed as if it was run at twice the speed by Ai Ye, and jumped directly to the plot line where the villain won a great victory.
Xiaobai feels that this development is not right. What happened to the promise that justice will be restored and good will prevail over evil?
Why does it feel like this guy Ai Ye has activated the super VIP cheat and fast-forwarded directly to the moment when the final boss rules the world?
A huge feeling of powerlessness, like the effect of the Three Corpses Brain Pill, made her feel waves of pain deep in her soul.
She looked down at her chubby little hands. Was this little bit of strength not even enough to tickle Ai Ye?
However, when she raised her head and looked at the figures struggling to survive in the Guixu camp, her heart trembled slightly.
There was an indelible fatigue in Ling Shuang's eyes, but an unyielding fire still burned in them.
The injured monks had dim eyes, but with the help of their companions, they tried to straighten their backs.
Even the old man who was distributing the crude pills had a stubborn look on his face that said "I can still fight for another five hundred years."
They seek hope in despair and wait for dawn in darkness.
To do something knowing that it is impossible is in itself a kind of earth-shaking courage.
Within Xiaobai's body, the chaotic power that had been dormant for a long time and came from her goddess origin seemed to be touched by this tragic courage and began to tremble slightly.
It is like a seed buried deep in the frozen soil, feeling the first ray of spring and ready to move.
Ai Ye, do you think you have won? Do you think that you can sit back and relax after sealing the ladder to heaven and destroying the way of heaven?
I'm back.
The wheel of history cannot crush the cockroach, nor can it crush me.
A small idea emerged in her mind, quickly took root and sprouted, and grew into a towering tree.
“Change starts right before your eyes.”
She whispered in a baby voice, not loud but with a firm and resolute tone.
Guixu Camp is more like a temporary shelter maintained by despair and tenacity than a camp.
The shortage of supplies reached an outrageous level. Every pill and every piece of spirit stone was stained with the mark of blood and fire.
Ling Shuang, the once stunning fairy, now acts like an old woman who is worried sick. She frowns every day and dispatches the few combat forces in the camp.
"Shi Yan, take a team of scouts and scout in the direction of Black Wind Ridge, avoiding Ai Ye's Blood Crow Guards, and see if you can find some Earth Fire Ganoderma."
A man as strong as an iron tower, with muscular body and a firm body, stood on the rock and replied in a deep voice: "Don't worry, commander, I will complete the mission or die on the way."
Xiaobai: “…”Brother Shiyan, can we say it in a more auspicious way?
"Senior Xuan Cewu, the energy of the 'Phantom Array' on the west side of the camp is almost exhausted. Please take some people to replenish the array's core and see if you can set up a few more early warning prohibitions."
Ling Shuang turned to an old man with white hair and beard but extremely sharp eyes.
Xuan Cewu, who was good at formations, kept turning the compass in his hand and nodded, "It's okay, it's just that the materials are short. I will do my best."
Every day, there are such teams, with the determination to risk their lives, stepping out of the camp, searching for a glimmer of hope under the noses of Ai Ye's minions.
They have to avoid the brutal "hunting teams" and beware of the elusive Night Patrols.
Xiaobai (Jingyuan) was not idle either. Her three-and-a-half-year-old body contained a mature soul.
She took the initiative to take care of the wounded, and used her weak power of chaos to quietly accelerate the healing of the wounds, and the effect was surprisingly good.
She also learned from the old pharmacist in the camp how to identify and process various herbs with highly toxic or weak spiritual energy. Her small figure shuttled between the medicine huts like a hardworking little bee.
Sometimes, she would stay quietly beside Xuan Cewu, watching him repair and arrange those simple yet exquisite defensive formations, and silently memorizing those obscure formation patterns in her heart.
Observe, learn, and accumulate.
She was like a dry sponge, greedily absorbing all the knowledge that could make her stronger.
My old friend Tianshu is gone, and Bai Ze is gone too. They have almost cut off contact with me. From now on, I have to rely on myself to level up and fight monsters.
The night is as dark as ink.
Most people in Guixu Camp have fallen into uneasy sleep. Only the footsteps of patrol teams and the occasional low horn sound prove that this place has not yet been swallowed by darkness.
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