It's not like the youth travel (6)
They emphasized that it wasn't that no one would rescue them; it was just a matter of time. The Floating Island had been battling the spirits for hundreds of years, so there was no way they could be defeated just like that.
Xue Fuqing looked at these people who were trying hard to stay in fantasy and refused to wake up with disappointment. His heart felt like there was a hole in it, and air was leaking out.
Extremely cold.
"Those with different ideals cannot work together." She gripped the compass tightly in her hand, staring at the dark mass of spirits in the sky, and decided to go out on her own. Lou Guan took her hand and said in a deep voice, "I will go with you."
The hands touching her skin at this moment were the only sign of approval from everyone. Xue Fuqing smiled and nodded vigorously. Seeing this, the elder who had been maintaining the formation sighed deeply: "Why are you doing this? There are tens of thousands of spirits."
"Just think of it as me gambling for my life." Xue Fuqing murmured.
Holding hands, the two slowly flew into the sky. The space created by Feng Shui was inaccessible from the outside, but accessible from the inside.
"If we can successfully escape, does this count as your first place?" Lou Guan still had the leisure to joke. Xue Fuqing didn't blame him as usual, but instead laughed out loud: "You really mean it."
"But even if I die outside, I will still be the first." She looked firmly at the army of spirits that was getting closer and closer.
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It was clearly daytime, but it was as dark as midnight. Xie Feng carefully held the candlestick, looked at the little man lying in the wick, and called softly: "Song Shiyu? Wake up."
After He Shuyu drained her of her power that day, the toxins within Song Shiyu's body erupted, transforming her into a candle demon right before Xie Feng's eyes. He then remembered that the demon he'd encountered earlier was actually Song Shiyu. Amusement aside, his hostility towards demons faded considerably. He'd been watching over Song Shiyu for the past few days, occasionally transferring spiritual energy into her, but she hadn't woken up yet.
This morning, the ground suddenly shook and screams were heard everywhere. He woke up from his dream and ran out of the house with the candlestick, but all he saw was a thick darkness.
"Is anyone there?" He called out tentatively a few times. His voice was like a stone dropped into water, creating a few ripples but no response.
Coincidentally, the candlestick in his hand illuminated the way forward for him. As Xie Feng walked forward, he tried to wake up Song Shiyu.
When he walked to a certain place, he smelled a familiar smell, like Li Zhaoyue's spiritual energy. Xie Feng was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic, and couldn't help asking: "Ayue, is that you?"
The sound of clothes rubbing against each other was heard in the air, and the woman's voice was tired and hoarse: "It's me."
It really is Li Zhaoyue! Xie Feng was overjoyed and wanted to take a few more steps forward, but was stopped by another voice.
"Don't come over here. She's in an unstable state and might hurt you." Yue Jinhuan waved his hand to create a barrier and slowly approached, holding a lamp. The light illuminated Li Zhaoyue's pale face, and even for a moment, Xie Feng felt relieved.
He looked at Yue Jinhuan, whose face was full of sternness, and stepped back cautiously. Yue Jinhuan found a suitable place to sit down, placed the lamp on his knees, and nurtured it with his spiritual power.
Xie Feng gradually relaxed his guard and sat down. Seeing that Yue Jinhuan showed no hostility, he asked, "Is this... black sky caused by Ah Yue?"
Yue Jinhuan sighed: "Yes."
Xie Feng didn't show any outright anger. He was silent for a moment, then asked carefully, "I know she might be related to the missing formation, but... I also want to know why."
He only knew that Feng Ran and his group had stolen the formation, hoping to recreate Zhu Ming's original formation. However, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't understand why the formation had to cost Li Zhaoyue's life. The floating island had even merged with the netherworld, and the barrier had dissipated.
Yue Jinhuan remained silent, but Li Zhaoyue spoke up instead: "I was the one who broke the barrier and tampered with the formation. The current situation on the Floating Island is all my fault."
Upon hearing this, Xie Feng was stunned and the hand holding the candlestick trembled violently.
"Why?" he asked in disbelief.
"Why?" Li Zhaoyue asked back, "Because you owe me this. You owe me this!"
Her emotions were so intense that her spiritual energy leaked out, nearly breaking through the barrier set up by Yue Jinhuan. The ground shook violently at her roar, and screams and wails echoed in the darkness once again.
Xie Feng heard the voices of Feng Ran and Hua Shangguan with his sharp ears.
Li Zhaoyue began to laugh softly. She could feel the body in her arms growing colder and colder. From the moment she held him in her arms, a surge of power began to flow into her body, and she began to understand what Xu Xing meant by atonement.
Those powers brought back memories of his centuries-long struggles in the human world. Finally hearing the call and returning to the world, he was hell-bent on revenge. But the Floating Island was a place of the weak and the strong preyed on the weak. How could a remnant soul, stripped of most of its power, survive?
He began to venture into the lower world recklessly. With his courage, he avoided the attacks of the spirits and gained the trust of Wei Zhegu, thus finding a way to take revenge.
That year was the third year since he returned to the human world. News of the divine bones came from the lower realm. He went there to respond to the news, but was trapped in a black crystal stone by several spirits, and all his cultivation was lost.
Blood, gnawing, pain—he held his breath, forcing himself to endure it. By the end, his vision was blurry, his body sticky and viscous, and he felt powerless. He almost suspected his blood was running out. Only one spirit remained, staring at him fiercely, its sharp fangs bared.
He thought that there must be a weapon that could help him defeat the spirit and reclaim the divine bone. The pain in his back against the gravel was unbearable. In a moment of trance, he placed his hand on his spine and pulled out his spinal cord.
That bone is so beautiful, so white, it should be very suitable for making a weapon.
When he took back the divine bone, he was in a trance. Suddenly, a huge pear tree appeared in front of him. It was so beautiful. Under the tree, there was a familiar figure.
I really want to... really want to... see her again...
Xu Xing suddenly opened his eyes. A familiar smell lingered around him, but there was darkness in front of him.
Is this the world after death? He blinked in confusion, but the next moment, he felt an indescribable chill. Drop by drop, he touched his cheek, it was wet.
Is it raining?
However, the woman's suppressed sobs pulled him out of the chaos.
"Ah...Ayue?" he called tentatively.
Li Zhaoyue held his hand tightly, so tightly that even his own hand was sore, but he refused to let go. The heartbeat of the person in his arms was weak, but the temperature of his body was slowly warming up, no longer as cold as before.
She sniffed, suppressed her sourness and said in a hoarse voice, "It's me."
"You..." Xu Xing wanted to ask her what was wrong, but was interrupted by Li Zhaoyue.
"I don't need your life to atone for my sins, Xu Xing. I deserve all of this. I'm the one who caused the trouble, not you. You don't have to sacrifice your life for me." Her voice was filled with tears. Although it was pitch black and Xu Xing couldn't see her face, he could clearly imagine her eyes red and her face covered in tears.
His heart ached, and he said softly, "I'm back, aren't I?"
Unexpectedly, this sentence not only failed to comfort Li Zhaoyue, but made her sobs even louder.
"I almost didn't make it back. I almost didn't make it back!" She gasped and sobbed uncomfortably. Hearing this, Xu Xing's heart trembled, and he stretched out his long arms to embrace her. Li Zhaoyue leaned against his chest, crying silently. The suppressed sobs were like a knife, cutting Xu Xing's heart into pieces.
"It's okay, I'm back." He coaxed the woman in his arms softly, stroking her hair with his right hand again and again. After a while, Li Zhaoyue's mood calmed down, and she felt a little embarrassed, and quickly pushed Xu Xing away.
"Have you finished crying?" Yue Jinhuan's voice came from not far away. Li Zhaoyue looked at her with tearful eyes and found that she was sitting on the ground with Xie Feng beside her.
Xie Feng's face didn't look good, but he still managed a smile and said, "Ayue, are you okay?"
Li Zhaoyue felt awkward at the thought that everyone had heard what she had just said, and nodded hastily. The ink darkened, and the candle in Xie Feng's hand could not illuminate Li Zhaoyue in the distance. He could only judge her current state based on the tone of her voice.
It should be alright. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"What is going on?" Xie Feng asked.
Yue Jinhuan took his hand away from the lamp, glanced at Xie Feng, and said sarcastically, "What else could it be? Isn't this what you humans asked for?"
Xie Feng had heard many secrets from Lou Daoyan and the others, but he still refused to believe that Li Zhaoyue was indeed the long-lost god of the Floating Island. He moved his lips, his voice trembling as he asked, "So, have you taken revenge on us?"
A rustling sound was heard in the darkness. Li Zhaoyue stood up and waved her right hand gently. The barrier separating them suddenly disappeared. She appeared in front of Xie Feng, supporting Xu Xing.
It was still the same pair of big round eyes, but the clear look was gone. Xie Feng couldn't tell what he was feeling and looked away sadly.
"If I were to start from the beginning, this story would be a bit long." Li Zhaoyue carefully helped Xu Xing sit down and smiled back at his gentle gaze.
"Yeah, after all, it's a past I don't even know about, so it must be full of secrets," Yue Jinhuan said sarcastically. Li Zhaoyue was amused by her unwilling tone, and her angry brows suddenly relaxed. Xie Feng stared at her smile blankly, feeling a pang of pain in his heart.
Just as he was staring at her in a daze, an unfriendly look suddenly came over. Xu Xing smiled and glanced at Xie Feng casually, his eyes cold.
Xie Feng looked away uncomfortably. After a while, the feeling of being tortured finally disappeared. At this moment, Li Zhaoyue said, "He Shuyu has been possessed by her. I deliberately led He Shuyu into the Tree of Destiny and arranged their meeting."
Xie Feng couldn't help but ask, "She? Who is she?"
"My mortal enemy," Li Zhaoyue paused, then changed the subject: "You can also call him the other side of me."
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