Chapter 354
Watching helplessly as his beloved master disappeared from the spot, an unprecedented frenzy overwhelmed Bai's entire mind!
He didn't know how much time had passed when he saw the light again.
This time, he immediately started running towards that place, ignoring his injuries and just wanting to go as fast as he could.
However, his speed was ultimately too slow.
When he arrived, the man was already gone; a dagger had pierced his shoulder from behind.
Fresh blood gushed out.
He looked back with hope, but saw nothing.
Ling Wu casually picked up the dagger, tossed it aside, and disappeared again.
This is the prison she built specifically for Bai Yu within the Sumeru Ring.
Not only is it impossible to cultivate in the dark, but one must also endure the pain of being burned by raging fire and losing one's five senses.
Outside the Sumeru Realm, Bai Yu's disappearance did not cause a ripple.
Seeing that the time was right, Lingwu took Baiyu and left for the mortal realm.
In the midst of war, infants often died shortly after birth, and starving people lay dead on the roadside with bulging bellies, their bellies containing only mud, straw, and snow.
Lingwu stroked the ring on her finger and murmured to herself, "In terms of suffering, none can compare to the suffering of ordinary people in the midst of war."
Thinking it was being spoken to, the creature replied, "I've never been to the mortal realm before, and now I know how miserable their lives are."
Ling Wu stroked the ring. "Let him out."
After a slight pause, he placed a bead into Ling Wu's palm.
"Master, something seems off about Bai Yu," Wu'a reminded him.
Lingwu remained silent, her fingers calculating.
Finally, following the directions, she found a patch of thatch where a pure white spirit, who had died just a few hours earlier, revealed a clean smile upon seeing her.
Lingwu patted her head and then sent her back to the underworld of this world.
She then placed the white pearl she held into the body of the purplish-red dead infant.
Before long, the stillborn baby opened its eyes, its expression terrifyingly complex.
Confusion, madness, joy, exploration, reminiscence...
A mix of emotions surged within me.
Finally seeing the bright white light, he instinctively tried to call out "Master," but what came out was "Waaah!"
He paused, and then a curse came from not far away:
"I froze this worthless thing overnight, and she's still alive. Is she some kind of demon reincarnated? Looks like I'll have to strangle her myself!"
Before Bai Yu could even see clearly, someone grabbed him by the throat.
Lingwu stood not far away, and whenever Bai Yu was about to die, she would give him a tiny bit of spiritual spring water.
Finally, Lingwu stopped wasting the spiritual spring, and Baiyu was finally freed.
But this liberation is nothing more than returning to boundless darkness.
After a long while, another suction force appeared, and Bai Yu opened his eyes.
This is the second time; the original owner of this body was a woman who was drowned in a pig cage.
But when Bai Yu finally managed to climb out of the lake, he was tied up by a group of people and sent back to the bottom of the lake.
The lake water swallowed his mouth and nose, and he suffocated to death.
Back in the darkness, the suction returned.
The third time, Bai Yu entered the body of a beggar who had been dead for many days and had been eating snow to stave off hunger. This time, he finally had time and endured the sour and foul smell to find a place to cultivate.
But this body had no spiritual roots, and he was penniless and naked. He froze to death in the snow in less than half a day.
The fourth, fifth, sixth, and so on...
Finally, when his mind was stretched to its limit, it appeared inside an ordinary person's body.
He cherished his hard-won body, but as time went on, living the hardships of struggling to make a living with an ordinary body was something he, who could even stir up trouble in the upper realm, would rather be dead.
He had tried to change his fate, but it was no use; he couldn't even control his own death.
It wasn't until his hair turned white and his eyes were like still water that he was able to return to that dark and desolate place.
His eyes were glazed over, and it took him a long time to raise his hand. Only when he touched the unfamiliar yet familiar headband did he realize who he was.
"I am Bai Yu, I am Bai Yu, I am Bai Yu..."
He held the candle that burned his soul tightly in his palm.
He muttered to himself, "So all that I did before as a spirit servant, Baiyu, wasn't really suffering."
Another suction force came, and Bai Yu struggled desperately, but to no avail.
When he opened his eyes again, he was being punched and kicked.
But the pain did not ignite any anger in him; he remained as calm as a piece of wood that felt no pain.
Rain dripped down, and the group of people each spat before leaving.
After a long while, he slowly got up, but standing under the rain, he didn't know where to go.
"Master," he called out again in a low voice, and then headed towards the Tianyi Sect.
Finally, with blood streaming from his feet, his body covered in mud, and his clothes in tatters, he reached the Tianyi Sect.
"Can I finally be free this time?" he mumbled incoherently.
As soon as he finished speaking, he finally saw an ice-blue ribbon.
But for some reason, he curled up into a ball, hiding his face completely.
As he caught a whiff of a familiar, cool fragrance, he also smelled the sour stench emanating from himself.
At this moment, he was worlds apart from the Immortal Venerable.
"Don't look at me, don't look at me," he pleaded.
The suction returned, and he was back in that dark and gloomy cage.
For the first time, Bai Yu felt fortunate to be here, and he curled up on the ground.
Another suction force came, and he resisted frantically, but light still appeared before his eyes.
He maintained the status quo with a blank expression, yet he could feel the purest spiritual energy within his body.
“He has spiritual power; he’s no longer an ordinary person!” He clenched his fists and was about to get up.
But as soon as he moved, the shackles on his ankles pulled him back firmly.
Bai Yu looked around, his eyes initially filled with surprise, but as he saw his surroundings clearly, he gradually became flustered, and his breathing became erratic.
Footsteps came from outside, and a man's low, husky, and cold voice entered his ears at the same time: "Master, you can't escape."
The moment the ethereal white-clad man appeared, Bai Yu could no longer control his body.
The body retreated, closing its eyes, but the man forced "her" to open them, saying, "Master, have you ever thought that you would have such a day?"
Bai Yu blurted out uncontrollably, his words uttering the familiar, cool tone of his master: "Xiao Yu, have I treated you badly?"
The man chuckled softly, his eyes cold: "Perhaps it is excellent."
"It's just a pity that there will be no obstacles on my path to ascension."
"When have I ever stopped you?" the body asked again.
The man sighed, "It's a pity that Master has the purest ice-type spiritual root in this world, and it's also a pity that Master has no sense of caution towards his disciple."
Bai Yu felt the sadness and self-blame rising from the depths of his heart as he experienced this body.
It turned out that his master not only did not hate him at that time, but also felt sadness and self-blame.
Then came everything he had done in his previous life: killing his master upon ascension, annihilating the entire Bai family, and slaughtering the entire Tianyi Sect.
This body, too, went from initial grief and self-blame to being powerless to struggle, and finally to boundless hatred.
"I want him to die willingly! I want him to suffer all kinds of hardships on his smooth path of cultivation!" she said with overwhelming resentment.
I see.
After returning to darkness, when the suction force came again, Bai Yu no longer resisted.
He allowed countless lifetimes of suffering to come one after another.
He thought that this might appease his master, or perhaps after his anger subsided...
Master will forgive him.
"Heh." In the pitch-black night, the candles lit up with a faint light, and the demonic soul sneered.
"Who are you?" Bai Yu asked, head bowed.
The demon soul paused for a moment, and only after confirming that he really didn't remember him did it realize that in the countless lives Bai Yu had experienced, he had forgotten a lot.
Now I only remember that one person.
But that person never appeared again.
Bai Yu asked with vacant eyes, "When do you think Master will reappear?"
Even the Demon Soul didn't know.
"Do you think Master will appear again?" he asked, his voice choked with emotion.
He couldn't remember anything except that aloof, icy blue figure.
But as soon as he finished asking, the candle that had finally been lit in the boundless darkness vanished completely.
Bai Yu's hand was empty, and the searing pain in his soul disappeared.
This time, he truly had nothing left.
In the empty world, he was all alone.
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