Chapter 179 Dreamy Sister's Slap, Sister's—Oh no, Sister can't bear it…
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Si Liuhua lowered her eyes, gazing at the slightly trembling young man before her.
She would never do things her way.
But isn't that good? That's exactly what she hoped for when she sent Si Changxi to the human realm.
She wanted the child to stay away from hatred.
—That was everything that destroyed her.
The feeling of losing emotions is strange. As Luo You said, she hadn't forgotten what she had experienced, but she just couldn't remember the specific people. Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness had all gone, along with pain and the warmth of touch. Her world was left with only coldness and death.
Sometimes, when I pronounce the name Wangshu, my mind goes blank for a moment.
Emotions are like a thread; pull it out, and everything scatters and becomes chaotic.
"From this day forward, you shall be the High Priest." Having relinquished her memories, she, a sinner, had no face to face the people of the tribe, and naturally should no longer hold the position of priest. The history books ended in her hands; from then on, Si Changxi was simply Si Changxi.
She no longer needed to record anything, for everything had vanished with the wind. Only Si Liuhua still hoped that someone would remember the traces of the tribe's existence.
She raised her hand to wipe away the tear stain on Si Changxi's face, but her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly. The nightmare spell was still in effect; Si Changxi wouldn't wake up so quickly. This must be an instinctive reaction triggered by the dream.
Si Liuhua closed her eyes. Based on her understanding of Si Changxi, she expected a gust of wind to fall on her face, followed by Si Changxi pushing her away.
But to everyone's surprise, Si Changxi simply held her hand tightly, his lips trembling and opening and closing slightly.
It was as if a voice called out, like a snowflake, melting between her lips before she could utter a sound. She was already an adult, and had learned to restrain herself, no longer shedding endless useless tears; the tear that slid down quickly dried up.
Si Liuhua struggled, but found that she was holding on very tightly and wouldn't let go no matter what.
In the silence, only their heartbeats and breaths could be heard.
The moonlight, like water, poured down, overflowed, and surged wildly. The warm aura emanating from my loved ones seemed to silently convey love, possessing the power to bring the dead back to life and transform decay into magic.
It's like a fairy tale.
In a daze, the dead Liu Hua seemed to come back to life. Si Liu Hua touched her chest, quite surprised. Si Chang Xi was like a faint flame. As soon as she got close to her, she felt the silence in her heart stir, like grass crackling as it was scorched. There was something growing wildly in her empty chest, and it was only a hair's breadth away from reigniting the dead ashes.
But you can't.
The fairy tale is long over.
Si Liuhua closed her eyes and pulled her hand away from Si Changxi's tight grip. She was so resolute that the young man could not stop her no matter how hard he tried.
At this moment, silence speaks louder than words. Si Liuhua clearly heard that something connecting them was breaking apart, thread by thread.
Si Budu could write letters to Si Changxi, and Liu Hua could kiss her, but Si Liu Hua couldn't. Si Changxi loved her, and she had always known that.
But how should she respond? With this withered body that's almost turned to ashes, or with her love that's as meaningless as words?
She could no longer respond to Si Changxi.
She owes her.
A flame burns eternally here, so Si Liuhua need not worry that the darkness will engulf the sleeping youth; and Jiuyin will guard her side, isolating her from anything that might cause interference.
Perhaps Si Changxi will kill it when he wakes up, but Si Liuhua doesn't care.
She stood up and walked outside. The blood-red sky was deathly still, and dense black mist gathered into human figures, all with black hair, bloodshot eyes, and icy expressions.
After World War II, the Demon Realm recuperated and collected taxes. Although Luo You was extremely eccentric, he was an excellent leader, skilled in training and commanding troops. It was unknown who he learned this from.
Since then, the demon race has not only recovered its strength but has also gained many powerful new members. Their greatest advantage lies in their extreme difficulty to kill; even if their heads are severed, they can quickly reassemble.
Of course, the soul she sacrificed also played a role.
Thirteen peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivators and hundreds of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.
Including her, she is a mid-stage Void Refining Realm cultivator.
She calmly issued commands to the army before her:
"A teleportation array has been built in the human realm. We will set off once the Taihui Sect's grand array is broken."
"Nine Nascent Soul Realm cultivators will accompany me to the Taihui Sect; the remaining four will lead half the army to intercept and kill the reinforcements from other sects."
The Human Realm has now lost Si Changxi, and the person with the highest cultivation is Yan Xueya, who is rumored to have broken through to the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.
This person should not be underestimated, but the others—including the sect leaders of major sects—are basically stuck at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, with only a few reaching the middle stage.
The higher one's cultivation level, the greater the difference between minor realms.
Humans will be powerless to resist.
All grudges will vanish in this war.
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Cold sweat trickled down his back, and amidst his steady breathing, a sense of dazedness washed over him.
It was just a dream.
This time it's a little different.
The ancient illusion allowed her to slowly recall the faces of those people from her past life. Vivid faces and voices, like gems that had been dormant for a long time, finally surfaced and saw the light of day again, intertwining to form this dream.
Those were the people who fought alongside her when she was young.
Amidst swirling dust, Ba held a golden bow, her features strikingly handsome and dashing against the azure sky. She had changed into a formal gown from Youdu, the outer garment tucked into her waist, revealing broad shoulders and two powerfully muscular arms, their lines clearly defined, as if poised to unleash a powerful attack.
What perfect hands for drawing a bow.
She is a warrior, the most powerful dagger under Lord Lingguang's command.
Suddenly, a lively voice arose around them, and children ran out from behind their mother, crowding around her.
The woman's previously serene and solemn face softened instantly. She stroked one of the children's heads and smiled:
"Don't worry, you'll be fine."
He is both a warrior and a descendant of the human emperor, destined to protect his people.
It is both a sword and a shield.
As the dust of the world settled in, Ba's expression softened, and her gaze fell upon him without his noticing. Shen Lixia knew that she was looking at him.
After Ba's figure disappeared, several more figures appeared in her place. She recognized them all:
The stern Mother Goddess Houtu taught the people the laws of the soil, enabling them to learn about crop rotation and fallowing, planting trees and metallurgy; the wise Leizu bestowed the weaving techniques of Youdu upon humankind; the sacred Bai Ze, with a pure and compassionate heart, drove away all the sorrows of the world…
The Kunpeng soars into the sky and plunges into the sea, while the Biyue bird descends with heavenly fire.
The smoke and dust changed.
Houtu fell on the yellow earth, and the tribe developed into an alliance of many clans. The ruler led the people in mourning for her.
Leizu laid out a net of unparalleled power, within which she smiled and closed her eyes, holding back a thousand armies. Bai Ze ran tirelessly, but the pain brought by war was too great; exhaustion crushed its strong hooves, and it collapsed.
The Kunpeng fell into the sea, its enormous body causing the earth to rise. The sea gradually receded, leaving behind wasteland. Over time, the giant beast's body was buried, transforming the wasteland into fertile mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas.
All she could do was watch. Watch her old friends leave one after another, watch her soldiers fall.
The events of ancient times are far removed from me, so everything seems light and shallow, only bringing a slight sting when each figure disappears.
at last.
It is said that dragons, especially the lord of all dragons, never meet a good end.
Zhulong became the eternal lamp of Youdu, Yinglong was buried in the flames of war, and all the dragons disappeared without a trace, their whereabouts unknown.
And the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons, the Taiyin Lord—
Dreams always foreshadow something.
The young man with black hair and dark eyes turned around, his robes fluttering slowly, and the horned crown on his long hair resembled a giant tree supporting the sky.
The lips moved uncontrollably, and cries escaped from the mouth:
Sister, sister.
Her older sister said she wouldn't leave her.
But the constellation is shattered. Her sister's fate is now unknown, and she has lost her source of power. Where has she gone? She doesn't want another Moon Goddess; she only wants her sister, only—
Si Yue.
The elder sister gave herself a name; she was not "Taiyin Jun".
But the older sister in the dream didn't stop. She just smiled at her, then turned around and walked without hesitation into the pure white and dazzling light screen, never to be seen again.
I hate being separated from others.
Why is life always filled with so many partings?
Even after becoming a goddess, she was still so powerless.
Shen Lixia suddenly opened her eyes.
She happened to meet a pair of curious eyes, a faint smile like dew, looking down at her. Shen Lixia was startled and was about to speak when she saw the other person reach out and tap under her eye.
“She cried.” She read her lips.
Shen Lixia paused for a moment, then immediately raised her hands and crossed them in front of her face. A warm, moist sensation belatedly came over her, spreading a salty scent in the darkness.
She bit her lip, remembering that everyone around her was still asleep, and asked in a very low voice, "How did you get in?"
Simmons smiled and said, "She walked in."
"So many tricks up your sleeve..."
"You flatter me." She brushed Shen Lixia's arm aside, kindly pulled her sleeve, and wiped away her tears without asking why she was crying. After doing this, Xi Mengsi straightened up.
"Let's go, get some more sleep."
She waved her hand, and before Shen Lixia could say anything, her figure had disappeared behind the door. Even though everyone around was perceptive, only she, who had just woken up, noticed her. This person was truly skilled.
After leaving the house, Simmons put her hands behind her back and walked slowly along the mountain path. The surrounding woods were dimly silent in the early morning, with only the occasional crowing of a rooster coming from one of the peaks. She squinted, took out two spirit stones from her hand, twirled them twice, and suddenly tossed one of them, caught it between her fingers, and flicked it forward gently.
The spirit stone shot out like a bullet, disappeared into the grass, and a muffled groan was heard.
Simmons asked with a smile, "How long have you been following me?"
The breath-holding spell was lifted, and a boy with snow-white hair, dressed in a thick long coat, emerged from the bushes, clutching a slowly swelling bump on his forehead, glaring angrily at her. Like a young beast, he was both furious and sharp.
Simmons exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, a unicorn!"
"You...!" The boy's face turned completely red with anger. She immediately leaped forward, revealing her sharp claws to the person in front of her.
Simmons dodged to the side, then took the opportunity to trip the boy, sending him sprawling to the ground. She moved swiftly, immediately twisting his hands behind his back, completely restraining him.
She laughed and said, "Stalking people in the middle of the night, is this how Garan teaches the saintess? Answer my question now, or I'll hang you from a tree."
The rough texture of the hand gripping his tightly was slightly warm. The boy remained silent for a long while, until he heard Simmons actually pull out a rope, before speaking:
"I'm just a little curious."
"Hmm?" Simmons raised an eyebrow. "What are you curious about?"
"The previous saintess, Garan, was the most powerful and wise..."
"If you're planning to praise her with three lines of words first, I'll hang you from a tree right now."
The boy was deflated. "I want to know why she would be willing to gouge out her own eyes for you."
Simmons looked even more surprised than she was: "You really dug it up?"
Seeing that the boy's face was about to fall again, she paused and quickly gave him the order: "Don't talk, I need to think for a while."
Actually, there are some things I don't know how to say.
The bloody smell I had once detected was not from her presiding over the ceremony again, but rather emanating from her empty eye sockets.
Is it just because she said she never wanted to see her eyes again?
madman.
After a moment of silence, Simmons shook her head: "I don't know either." This was the truth.
Fortunately, the boy didn't ask any further questions. He probably caught her momentary confusion and changed the subject: "What is the request you asked me to grant if you lose?"
Simmons held up a finger to her lips. "You can't say things like that lightly. I don't do bribery. I'll tell you later. But there is a problem."
The boy pressed down on her fingers, turning them to one side, his brows furrowed, as if afraid that this person would say something that would cause her blood pressure to spike again.
As a saintess of Garan, one should have the composure to not laugh even when someone says they can buy a snow mountain for 30,000 spirit stones.
The flippant expression faded, Simmons released his grip, and his voice became serious.
“I need to know your relationship with her. You Garan people…”
“I’m different from other people,” the boy clutched at his clothes. “I know I’m similar to her, but I’m different from her.”
"Anyone can say nice things. What's the difference? How is it different?"
"...Anyway, they're different."
That's true, that person's facial expressions weren't always this varied.
She lost interest in continuing the conversation and turned to leave. Although both were independent cultivators, Emperor Taihui dared not neglect this distinguished guest, as they were not in the same place.
A boy's voice came from behind: "And why did you come here?"
After taking a few steps, Simmons lazily answered her:
"I had a bad dream."
I dreamt that Shen Lixia was injured and on the verge of death, with half of her shoulder pierced and bloodied. After waking up, I couldn't calm down for some reason, so I decided to go and see for myself.
Simmons breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was alright.
For her, dreams always held a strange feeling.
It was as if a torrential downpour was about to begin; the wind filled the pavilion, creating unsettling noises.
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