Blood stained his clothes, sword energy pierced his body, and the wounds of the Great Dao were revealed. This scene completely overlapped with the scene a million years ago, reappearing before Mo Su's eyes like a nightmare.
Painful memories came madly like a tide, wrapping tightly around his sea of soul, stirring and surging wantonly, as if to sprinkle salt on this already broken wound.
Mo Su's pupils flickered rapidly, filled with fear and disbelief. He felt as if his heart had stopped beating, completely shaken by this sudden turn of events.
Mo Su had never imagined that someone in this world would do such a thing for him. Yet, at this moment, it was happening. His expression was extremely complicated, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. It was hard to describe what he felt at that moment.
"Spiritual... Immortal..."
A trembling murmur slowly uttered from Mosu's dry mouth. He stretched out his hands, as if using all his strength, and carefully embraced the falling Lingxian priest.
Although the face of the Spiritual Immortal Priest was now covered with wrinkles, and her former beauty had long since vanished, with no trace of her former grace left, this did not in the least affect the surge of longing and reminiscence in Mo Su's heart. He had never imagined that the Spiritual Immortal Priest would go to such lengths for him.
Although the power of the Heaven-Slaying Ancestral Sword is now far less than the supreme divine might that once annihilated the Heavens, it is still the most terrifying force in the world. Even with the power of Mo Su, even if he tried his best, he would find it difficult to resist this powerful force that is almost destructive to the heavens and the earth.
The might of the Heaven-Slaying Sword that was supposed to strike Mo Su actually appeared on the body of the Spiritual Immortal Priest. This scene was like going back in time, exactly the same as the scene back then.
"Mo...Su...back then...I couldn't...block that...sword...for you...Today...I finally...made up...for my regret..." There was no trace of pain on the face of the Lingxian priestess. Instead, she had a peaceful smile on her face. She tried her best to show her best side to Mo Su.
At this moment, as if by some miracle, the Spiritual Immortal Priestess's body began a wondrous transformation. Her aged features, in a matter of moments, magically transformed back into the beauty of her youth. Her beauty was unique and otherworldly. Enhanced by the power of the three elements, her features became even more full and translucent, and her entire being radiated an endless glow, like a brilliant star, shining a captivating light amidst this chaotic world.
Everything seems like a last glimmer of light.
The power of the true god within the Spiritual Immortal Priestess slipped through her fingers like sand, dissipating into nothingness. She slowly raised her right hand, a movement that seemed to exhaust all her remaining strength, attempting to touch the "forbidden land" she had always held in awe and dared not cross: Mo Su's face.
But at this moment, her strength was rapidly fading, and her right hand fell limply. No matter how hard she tried, she could no longer reach Mu Su who was so close to her.
However, just as she was about to give up, a warmth enveloped her right hand. This warmth was something a Spiritual Immortal Priest would never dare to hope for in their eternity. A pair of gentle hands gently lifted her limp right hand and placed it lightly on Mosu's cheek, never moving away.
"I know, I've always known... but my heart belongs entirely to Xiaodie in this life. There's no room for anyone else..." Glistening tears welled up in Mo Su's eyes, as if laden with endless emotion. As he slowly closed his eyes, tears trickled down his cheeks, finally soaking into the Spiritual Immortal Priest's palm.
Mosu, known for his intelligence and sharpness, could see through everything in the world. However, when it came to emotions, he was like a lost child, somewhat clueless and dull. Initially, Lingxian's deep-seated affections, quietly flowing through their daily interactions, remained completely oblivious to him.
Until the red thread of fate brought Pan Xiaodie into his life, and he was immersed in the deep affection with Pan Xiaodie, he suddenly realized that Lingxian had been silently giving him such deep and sincere feelings for a long time. It was a love that he had long ignored but was extremely precious.
But he knew in his heart that he could never accept this heavy feeling, let alone respond. Faced with the whirlpool of emotions, Mo Su was filled with helplessness and entanglement. In the end, he could only choose to feign ignorance and try to avoid it all by escaping. Only in this way could he reduce the anxiety and guilt in his heart.
"That's enough..." The smile on the Spiritual Immortal Priestess's face was as brilliant as a blooming flower. She had waited for this moment for a million years.
The Spiritual Immortal priestess' fingers gently caressed Mosu's face, as if she wanted to carve it deep into her heart and soul. Even if it was only a brief moment, it was enough for her to remember it for a lifetime. Her fingertips gently wiped Mosu's tears, and there was no sadness in her eyes, only a sense of satisfaction that permeated her body.
"Don't... embarrass... Yun Che... This is... something I did willingly..." Until her final moments, the Spiritual Immortal Priestess had not forgotten Yun Che. Like the Six-Laughing Priestess, her devotion at this moment was a choice born entirely from the heart, without a trace of reluctance.
Mo Su nodded slowly. He slowly and gently embraced the Immortal Priest to his chest, fearing that any force would disturb the person in his arms. Tears, uncontrollably, welled up in his eyes and quietly slid down his cheeks, landing drop by drop on the other person's long skirt, staining it with dark marks.
At this moment, a fragment of a colorful cloud branch, treasured for who knows how many years by the Spiritual Immortal Priest, slipped quietly from her chest. The branch, once so vibrant and eye-catching, carried with it beautiful memories of the past. But now, the moment it touched the ground, it seemed to lose all its vitality, quickly transforming into a withered branch. No longer was its once enchanting vibrant color, leaving only a sense of decay and desolation, much like this unrequited love, vanishing into the dust of time.
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