Chapter 70070 Why should I return to her...
The person whose heart was pierced by the hairpin remained unusually calm.
Even if the ally who was fighting side by side with him one second turned his spearhead against him the next second, he would not find it anything to be surprised about.
After all, Zhuang Rong'er had already told him:
She wanted to kill him.
Everyone around her was driven crazy by her huge murderous intent.
The hairpin made from the Cone of Rebirth is extremely cold, and it feels like an ice cone when it pierces the skin.
Sometimes "Jing Huai" himself did not understand why a body made of mud and flesh could feel pain.
Zhuang Rong'er looked at the "saint" who was so close to her.
The wind swept in from the end of the mountain range, ruffling the strands of hair at her temples, making her wedding dress rustle, and blowing away the cloth tied around Jing Huai's eyes.
…It turned out to be a stone.
The face was as white as jade, but the pair of eyes dotted on it were extremely empty, just two lustrous black stones.
No matter how much it resembles a stone, it cannot become a human being.
It just borrowed the remaining soul of a person and believed a huge lie.
"Jinghuai" saw itself in Zhuang Rong'er's pupils.
Saw its ridiculous, crude eyes.
So that's how it is.
The pain in its heart suddenly stopped.
So it pursed its lips and smiled, slowly reached out and fastened the hairpin on its chest.
Its hand covered Zhuang Rong'er's hand, with a mixture of coldness and warmth, and it steadily pulled the hairpin out of the body.
No blood was dripping, for what was destroyed was only a stone statue.
Its eyelids closed.
At that moment, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed.
A faint soul light emerged from the chest of "Jing Huai". It was the form of a residual soul, floating quietly in the air.
Zhuang Rong'er raised her hand and was about to take it away - that was something that truly belonged to Jing Huai!
There was nothing that could stop her actions. The psychedelic effect left by Nightmare Lady still controlled most of the people present. Otherwise, if they witnessed her "killing" the "saint" with her own hands, there would probably be another uproar.
However, in a flash, the wound on "Jing Huai"'s body seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force. It was no longer limited to the size of the hole created by a hairpin, but it continued to expand as if the lungs were cut out, and black mud gushed out from it, like an endless stream of flesh and blood - it clearly exceeded the limit that a human body could bear!
Black mud surged, carrying a chilling stench of decay. It spread along the tiles and rock walls, swallowing up the lights and buildings, and flowed to the feet of the monks, finally awakening them from the internecine slaughter, only to be immediately frightened by this unstoppable "flash flood"...
"That's...that's Jiyuan!" someone shouted in panic.
"No, no, we must not be swallowed by the abyss. Run away!"
"Don't move! Join me in activating the protective formation!"
"How naive! I also witnessed this scene a hundred years ago at the Soul Ruins Ancient Battlefield. If Jing Huai hadn't intervened then, out of a hundred thousand cultivators, less than a hundred would have survived! Today's situation is even more terrifying than it was then..."
"Where is the saint? A hundred years ago, the saint sacrificed his life to save the people and bring peace. How can we just sit back and do nothing now?"
"What are you still standing there for?! We have no chance of fighting. Run away!"
Panic spread among the crowd like a prairie fire, and a kind of psychedelic chaos turned into a second real chaos in an instant.
The golden bell outside the Mahabodhi Temple was broken by the mud and fell to the ground with a dull sound, as if sounding the death knell for the current chaos.
The sky and the earth were instantly dyed dark.
Zhuang Rong'er finally understood why Yan Ji wanted her to personally end Jing Huai's life, because this time, the entrance to the Abyss was on the body of this stone statue...
Her ears were filled with roars, and she could only stare at the soul light struggling in the chaos. It had consciously avoided several struggles, and it was actually floating rapidly in a certain direction!
She instinctively wanted to follow, but the world was collapsing, the temple pillars were like inverted mountains, rubble fell from the dome, and black mud surged like a tide.
Not only was the main hall being destroyed, but the surrounding rocks were also rolling down and huge trees were collapsing - Zhuang Rong'er was shocked to recall Ah Huai and the little snake in the pavilion on the top of the mountain.
The remaining souls are secondary. The most important thing for her is to protect the people she cherishes!
She almost stumbled and turned around, her skirt caught in the muddy waves, her wedding dress burning like a blaze in the wind, and at this moment—
A figure appeared in her eyes.
The man went against the flow of collapsing people, covered in dust.
Everyone was fleeing from this hell on earth, but he was walking forward step by step on gravel and black mud.
“…”
Zhuang Rong'er stood there in a daze, forgetting even to breathe.
The man had a face that she had always dreamed of.
Later, she stayed with him day and night, but still missed him every moment.
A hundred years ago, that man was the unreachable sun and moon in her heart.
It was the reason that kept her alive, the reason she wanted to see him again at all costs.
But now, he appeared in front of her again.
With a sober, wise attitude, knowing each other's intentions...
She should be happy, right?
But waves of panic were about to overwhelm her, and she always felt that she was about to lose something again.
Before she could figure out why, a sour feeling had already come over her. Zhuang Rong'er's eyes were red and she subconsciously hooked her ring finger. The weak pulling force still connected the two of them.
But this connection couldn't make her feel at ease. A foreboding warmth kept welling up in her eyes, and she could barely see Jing Huai's face in her blurred vision...
"Jing Huai!" Her voice was slightly distorted as she shouted his name for the first time.
The surging black mud rushed between the two of them, melting their intersecting paths.
“…”
Jing Huai did not answer.
He neither appeared in front of her the first time after waking up, nor did he give her any response at this moment.
The residual soul that had been drifting away before was actively flying towards his body, but Jing Huai did not merge it. Instead, he took out a mechanical bird from his sleeve and put the residual soul into the container.
But from beginning to end, Zhuang Rong'er never received any eye contact from him.
Just as she avoided the gaze of the stone statue, Jing Huai didn't dare to look at her.
It was hard for her not to understand what all this meant.
"Jing Huai, come back!"
She felt like her heart and lungs were about to be torn apart, and in her collapse she tried to break into the abyss alone. Even if she was wrapped in those substances, she had to be close to him!
But a gentle yet irresistible spiritual power suddenly blocked her way, and even forcefully wrapped her up, following the direction of the crowd's escape, pushing her and Jing Huai farther and farther away.
"I don't want this, Jing Huai..." Zhuang Rong'er couldn't hold back her tears any longer, her voice hoarse. She used all her strength to try to resist the spiritual power that pushed her away. "Let's find a way together, okay? There must be a way to save the world. Please..."
Please, don't sacrifice yourself again!
Please, don't die in front of me again!
Please...
“…”
Jing Huai's fingers trembled slightly, and the woman's pleading struck his heart again and again.
But he couldn't look back, couldn't respond.
He didn't dare look at her, didn't dare say a word of goodbye to her.
He was afraid that once he saw her, he would never be able to leave her.
The words Yu Huanye said before his death were still echoing in his ears. All this might be a game of Qinghailou, but for every living life, it was a catastrophe.
The entrance to the Abyss was destined to be opened from the day the so-called "saint" was born. The fact that it was opened today is a necessity that can be called "fortunate".
After all, catastrophe is something that cannot be delayed for any living being. It is much better for a one-time outbreak when the cultivation world still has spare strength than for everyone to be overturned when their strength is exhausted by the monsters released from the Abyss.
This is the best time to end everything.
It's just that the timing is so fast that it's a bit cruel.
If awakening means taking on a mission, he does have a despicable thought in his mind: How great would it be if I could always be Ah Huai?
But he would never put all living beings in danger for his own selfish desires. He wouldn't have done that a hundred years ago, and he wouldn't do that now.
He has the ability to stop disasters, so he stood up a hundred years ago, and the same is true now.
Perhaps only by taking that last remnant of soul back into his body would he understand everything, understand his connection with Ji Yuan, understand why he came back to life, understand what the look in his master's eyes when he looked at him a hundred years ago meant, and understand why he is different from everyone else.
But he couldn't accept its return.
He believed that he had done his best for the world, but unfortunately he had failed her.
Not even a... puppet body can be left for her.
This soul is the last thing he can leave behind.
Jing Huai raised his hand gently and sent the mechanical bird carrying the soul away from him. The wooden wings trembled in the turbulence and flashed faintly.
And he stepped into the rushing darkness without looking back.
——Just like a hundred years ago.
…
When Zhuang Rong'er cried till the end, everything in front of her eyes was pitch black.
She could no longer hear any sounds around her, her spiritual energy was running wild, her blood was flowing backwards, her breath was taken away, and intense pain spread from her chest, gathering into a mouthful of blood that spurted out and splashed onto her wedding dress, the same scarlet color.
The spiritual power kept pushing her away. Perhaps someone came to her side and took her in, holding her shoulders in a panic and calling her name.
But that person will no longer be the one she has in mind, never again.
……Why?
Why did he come back into her life and then leave?
Her tears were almost dry, sliding down her cheeks and down her neck. She wanted to shout again, but the name had already broken into mouthfuls of blood that flowed out of her mouth.
Her consciousness was swallowed up by darkness bit by bit, but this drowsiness could not numb her pain.
She sank, wrapped in pain, bearing the eternal and irreparable heartbreak.
Blood is more bitter and salty than tears.
…
Mountain top.
It’s still the same pavilion.
Qinghailou slowly coiled the unconscious white snake around a pillar, as if he was enjoying some leisurely entertainment. He seemed oblivious to the wind and rain behind him and the crumbling pavilion.
The pale-faced woman stood beside him, gazing at the abyss flowing below, separating the man and woman from each other, and suppressed her anger: "This is the wedding you invited me to?!"
Originally, it was impossible to see clearly what was happening around the main hall of the Great Freedom Hall from this mountain.
However, due to the erosion of black mud, several mountains were razed to the ground in an instant.
If there were no Qinghai Tower here, it would have collapsed long ago.
But how could You Xueqi feel grateful for this? Everything was caused by the man in front of her. She wanted to kill him every moment! For her fellow tribesmen who died tragically a hundred years ago, and for all the people who were still suffering a hundred years later!
"Isn't it exciting enough?" Qing Hailou asked, "I just felt that the farewell scene below made me feel sad too."
“…”
You Xueqi's whole body was shaking, all her emotions were stuck in her throat, making her unable to speak.
Qing Hai Lou stopped swinging the white snake, put his hands behind his back, turned around, looked at You Xueqi, whose eyes were quenched with fire, and sighed softly: "Do you know what Ji Yuan's true form is?"
“…”
"It's alkali," he whispered. "It's rotten alkali."
You Xueqi's eyes widened, and the humiliation and strong hatred in her heart stopped briefly, leaving only astonishment in her heart.
Jiyuan, how could it be Shiye?
The substance that brought disaster upon the city below Liusha City, the substance that was used and consumed countless times by Qinghai Tower, was actually... the predecessor of the world-destroying Jiyuan?
Her brain was about to explode, her hands and feet were cramping, and her whole body felt like she was falling into an icy cave.
"All of this is indeed because of me." Qing Hailou said this lightly, then suddenly changed the subject. "In the past, people often compared me to Jing Huai, saying that he was another genius that would be hard to come by in hundreds of years after me, and even... far surpassed me. Xue Qi, do you think this is accurate?"
You Xueqi's eyes were bloodshot, and she finally couldn't help but take action. She pounced on Qing Hailou and aimed directly at his vital point - but without a doubt, she was bounced away before she touched him.
Her back hit the pavilion pillar, causing her excruciating pain, but she wanted to get up again. However, Qing Hailou shook his head, pointed his fingers through the air, and trapped her so that she could not move.
"It's better to save your energy. Don't be like Zhuang Rong'er, who is almost suffering from heart failure." He said lightly.
“…”
"The disciple Zhuang Baozhen accepted is too temperamental, nothing like her." He spoke to himself, lost in some silent recollection. Suddenly, he looked up at You Xueqi's eyes and said calmly, "You should go down and take care of her."
Then, a force suddenly lifted You Xueqi's body. She was confused and angry, and struggled violently until she heard Qing Hailou's last words:
"Everything started with me, and it should end with me. I shouldn't let that junior steal the spotlight—like yesterday."
He chuckled, picked up the Laughing Buddha mask at his waist, and put it on his face.
"No regrets for this move. I lost, and I'm tired. I shouldn't... have another tomorrow."
…
Qinghailou disappeared.
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