Chapter 353
He knelt before her, begging humbly.
“Every time you call me Master, it fills me with utter disgust.” Her tone was gentle, and the gentle look in her eyes as she looked down at the boy was no longer the same as before.
Bai Yu's lips trembled as she silently looked down at the blood gushing from her wrist.
The thick, crimson liquid dripped from his pale fingertips to the ground, ending his memory.
Dampness clung to her raven-black eyelashes.
"You..." He choked up as soon as he spoke, and a tear rolled to the ground, mingling with the blood.
He sacrificed many people, and those people would shed tears before they died. The tears mixed with blood, creating a bloody and terrifying scene.
He often stood not far away, looking down with cold eyes.
Just like...
Now he looks at his master with indifference.
The only difference was that he became the one begging.
But what he prayed for was her safety.
Pray for the safety of the one who once brought him down from his pedestal.
His eyes gradually filled with tears, and when he looked up at the person high above him, the bitter tears finally rolled down his cheeks.
Bai Yu knelt on the ground, his back gradually bending.
Under the dazzling light, the woman walked slowly, looking down at him from above, just as ruthless she was every time she donned her black robes.
She seemed somewhat disgusted, so she moved far away from him and used her spiritual power to lift his chin, forcing him to look up at her.
"Spiritual power? The formation isn't activated?" He paused for a moment, suppressing the emptiness in his heart as he muttered to himself.
Finally, as if he had thought of something, he opened his mouth to speak, but when his gaze fixed on the cold eyes of the person in front of him, he could not utter a word.
Master was also in this secret realm, so how could she really not know about this formation?
Ling Wu then said, "This formation was found in my Sumeru Ring and was specially prepared for you."
"The Sumeru Ring? Prepared for me?" He said, emphasizing each word.
As the boy spoke, the blood in his mouth could not be swallowed because he was forced to lift his head; it could only flow down the corner of his mouth and wet his clothes.
Upon seeing this, Ling Wu's lips curved into a faint smile, a smile of unparalleled beauty.
She waved her hand, and the flickering candle fell into her palm.
"Not only that, I will also bring along the guide who led you into the path of demonic cultivation."
She patted the candle, and a shadowy man in black appeared in the candlelight.
The man was different from the spirited, arrogant, and disdainful demon lord in Bai Yu's memory.
He was staring at Ling Wu with a gentle, obedient gaze, tinged with pity.
Lingwu ruthlessly threw the candle in front of Baiyu. The candle spun around, trying to return to her side, but she used her spiritual power to send it to Baiyu's knees.
With a "click," the scorching heat of the candle climbed up his body from his knees, causing him to instinctively flinch and want to escape.
But Bai Yu gritted his teeth and endured the pain, picked up the candle, and clenched it tightly in his palm, his knuckles turning blue and white from the force.
The blood gushing from the boy's wrist also stained the candle.
Upon seeing this, the demon's face instantly darkened, and his complexion turned even paler!
He muttered to himself, "What if the candle gets dirty? What if she won't touch the candle again? What if she doesn't want to?"
As it muttered to itself, the candle flames blazed brightly, instantly scorching the white sky, and the demonic soul's voice was filled with resentment: "It's all your fault!"
But Bai Yu seemed oblivious to the pain, and gripped the candle even tighter.
“If my suffering can lessen Master’s dislike for me, then I am willing to…” His voice trembled with pain, yet he still smiled, “to willingly go to my death.”
"To die?" Ling Wu couldn't help but chuckle at his naiveté.
Bai Yu could feel the suction force of the sacrificial array absorbing blood gradually decreasing, and the demonic energy that was imprisoned on his body was also being poured into the array.
He smiled brightly, his lips stained red with blood, his smile becoming even more dazzling: "What disciple owes master, disciple will repay today."
Having sacrificed so many people over the years, this formation is extremely malevolent, so it's normal for it to turn against its owner.
Ironically, he once used this to sacrifice others and seize their cultivation, but today he himself is burning himself in the same place.
He slowly closed his eyes, still clutching the candle tightly in his hand.
He intends to take this demonic soul with him and perish together.
My past life flashed before my eyes, and this life followed closely behind. All that appeared in my mind was the voice, appearance, and smile of the person in front of me.
There were scenes of his master personally carrying him back to the Tianyi Sect, and scenes of a man in black robes destroying his spiritual roots beforehand.
He opened his eyes, all resentment towards the man in black vanished, and all he wanted was to see her one last time.
In his line of sight, the woman stood in front of him, her fingertips slightly raised, and a drop of clear water fell into his mouth.
He then felt the demonic energy flowing out of his body being replenished bit by bit.
The burning pain, which had faded due to impending death, reignited, and the interplay of physical comfort and pain caused him immense suffering.
Bai Yu, seemingly lost in thought, forced a smile despite the excruciating pain: "It's the Spirit Spring, Master, you don't want me to die, do you?"
He seemed to have grasped this idea, his eyes growing brighter as he awaited Ling Wu's answer.
Without saying a word, Ke Lingwu vanished from the spot, and the spiritual energy that had forced him to look up suddenly dissipated.
Bai Yu immediately searched for Ling Wu's whereabouts, but could not find a trace of her.
Even the room where he had been staying was filled with dust.
Looking around again, it was pitch black, and even the candle I was holding tightly had lost its light.
A sense of emptiness and deathly stillness permeated the air.
"Master," he called out.
There wasn't even an echo.
"Master!" he called out again.
Still, no one responded.
"Master, don't leave me..." he murmured, his feet moving forward involuntarily, his limbs screaming in panic.
But it was still pitch black here.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Bai Yu attempted to cultivate in the darkness, but unfortunately, there was no spiritual energy or demonic energy here, making it seem like a natural prison.
He had no choice but to search frantically, without ever letting up.
However, no matter how long he shouted, he received no response; only the suffocating stench of blood followed him relentlessly.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally found the light.
In the light, a woman in a blue dress slowly sipped her tea, raising her eyes to meet his gaze.
But before he could speak, the light disappeared again!
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