To bow one's head and refuse to undergo tribulation—how many people in the world possess such courage? Regardless of the cultivation level of the person undergoing tribulation, this courage alone is comparable to that person who passed through the Heavenly Gate without entering back then.
Grandpa really didn't expect that Lu Chen Daoist, who had helped Xiao Shuang'er and Yan Ling several times, could reach such a level. He had thought that although this person's Taoist magic was divine, he was too arrogant and actually issued orders in his own name.
But now he was completely convinced. Then Shui Yanling saw her grandfather put the peach wood sword behind his back and lean against something in the far west.
On the distant Longhu Mountain, a Taoist priest dressed entirely in black was quietly enjoying the sun in front of a pavilion, sleeping lightly and even snoring softly, but at this moment, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Finally, this perilous situation was narrowly escaped once again, and I unknowingly endured this ordeal once more.
When I woke up it was already afternoon. I slowly got up from the kang (a heated brick bed), and Shui Yanling was lying on top of me, fast asleep as if she was exhausted.
I didn't wake her, and I didn't even want to move. Looking at the tears hanging on her glistening eyelashes, I felt an indescribable mix of emotions.
She lay on top of me, her face beaming with happiness, as if she were having a sweet dream. A glistening thread of drool clung to the corner of her mouth. Looking at her adorable face, I felt even angrier at myself. I gently wiped the drool from her lips, careful not to disturb her sweet dream.
Just as I reached out my hand, I suddenly saw the jade pendant that my grandfather was supposed to take to be repaired. As soon as I woke up, I knew that my grandfather had returned because of the familiar aroma of food coming from the kitchen.
Thinking about how my grandfather, at his advanced age, still had to risk his life for me, I felt a pang of self-reproach. I wish I could become stronger, because I also wanted to use my own strength to protect the people I wanted to protect.
The jade pendant hung on my hand, and I noticed that it seemed a little different from before. Although it was still full of cracks, just like before, the cracks had decreased significantly.
The deepest cracks had completely disappeared, and what was most surprising was that the jade pendant now seemed to be full of spiritual energy, becoming crystal clear, with a lush green light shining quietly, no longer as dim as before.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at my chest, and to my surprise, the ghostly hand that had been pressed against my chest had miraculously disappeared.
But the next moment I couldn't laugh anymore, because just as I was feeling a little happy, I noticed something unusual in my right arm. It felt stronger than before, and I had the feeling that I could kill a bull with one punch.
Then I suddenly noticed the demon head that looked like sashimi. Its expression, which was both crying and laughing, was somewhat frightening. Although I didn't know what it was, the evil aura emanating from it, just like the demon hand, made me understand something in an instant.
It seems that the ghostly hand hasn't completely disappeared, but has transformed into this ghostly head. The ghostly thing is still inside my body. Thinking of this, my heart sank. Is there really no way to completely get rid of this ghostly hand? However, what makes me feel somewhat relieved is that the aura emanating from this ghostly head is not as strong as it was when it was in my chest before. It seems to have been weakened quite a bit. At least it seems that it won't kill the people around me anymore.
I don't know why this feeling is so strong. I feel that as long as I don't actively want to kill people in the future, then this ghostly hand will no longer hurt the people around me.
Although I was completely unconscious and unaware of anything during this deep sleep, I had a feeling that something extremely dangerous must have happened while I was asleep. It felt as if something had taken over my body.
In my dream, I was locked in a crystal box. No matter how much I struggled or screamed, no one paid any attention to me. It was as if only endless darkness and eternal time were slowly eroding my body.
Chapter Fifty-Three: Awakening
I can neither see nor hear, I have no feelings, no thoughts. I gradually become numb in the long river of time, and later I don't even want to struggle anymore, letting the darkness devour my body.
I don't know how long I wandered in the river of time, but suddenly a pale white flame appeared from that river of time. It was cold and damp, and a chilling cold emanated from that flame. In that cold, my consciousness seemed to clear up a little.
However, most of my body was engulfed by the thick darkness and I was unable to move at all. Until I saw a beautiful and resolute face in the flames, the resolute look on that face and the sad expression on it touched my heart instantly.
A sudden burst of inner fire illuminated the darkness, and a golden light emanated from my neck, directly repelling the darkness. Seeing that pitiful face, I was even more furious and slammed my fist into the crystal box.
I don't know where the strength came from, but I managed to smash a crack in the crystal box.
A blinding light emanated from the crack, and at that moment I felt as if I had regained control of my body.
But the next moment, it felt like something was stuffed into my head, and then I fell into a deep sleep again, losing consciousness once more and naturally losing control of my body.
When I woke up again, I was already lying here, completely unaware of what had happened at the beginning, but I could guess from the signs of a fight all over the house.
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