After a long period of grief, Liu Lingying withdrew her hands from the ground and knelt up. She wiped away her tears haphazardly and took out several spiritual pills to restore her spiritual power from her storage ring, swallowing them all at once.
She closed her eyes and regulated her breathing for a moment, then opened them and slowly got up from the ground.
Liu Lingying's steps were still somewhat unsteady and weak. Her pale face was filled with determination. Her eyes, filled with sorrow, were fixed on the silent Li Molin and Li Gan. Looking at the two men she loved most in this world, she said, word by word, "For the Central Plains to be spared from the poison of demonic fire, and for the righteous people to be spared from the harm of demonic arts, I, Liu Lingying, will destroy the Chi You Banner today!"
Li Gan stepped out from behind Li Molin, looked at Liu Lingying with a low gaze, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that Lin'er and I are nothing more than that in your heart!"
The tears she had just held back surged forth again. Liu Lingying gritted her teeth, forcing back the sobs that threatened to spill from her throat, but her voice was choked with emotion as she said sorrowfully, "I lived in the Northern Demon Realm for many years. In that world, there was no warmth, no humanity. Those who cultivated demonic techniques were like cruel, bloodthirsty demons crawling out of hell! Those years were the most oppressive, painful, and uneasy time for me. I hardly slept a wink. I worried about my husband, I worried about my children. I often woke up from nightmares and couldn't fall back asleep... Therefore, I don't want other wives and mothers in the Central Plains to suffer the same pain as me. I will never allow the demons to destroy the harmony and beauty of the Central Plains again. I cannot allow the entire Central Plains to fall under the control of the demons, so that demonic techniques can spread throughout the land, leaving only coldness and slaughter in this world!"
She stubbornly wiped away her tears, tilted her head back, and forced them back. After a moment, she lowered her head, her gaze heavy with sorrow yet resolute, and shouted, "So even if you two don't understand me, even if it means becoming your enemy, I, Liu Lingying, will fight to the death to stop the demons from advancing south!"
Li Gan's face darkened, and a hint of helpless anger appeared in his eyes. Meanwhile, Li Molin lowered his eyes, and his long-held, unwavering belief suddenly showed signs of wavering.
He recalled the endless conflicts and killings in the Demon Realm, the cold-blooded ruthlessness of the demons, and how Liu Lingying had repeatedly warned him when he was young that he must never cultivate demonic techniques, which were cruel techniques that would turn people into demons and should never have existed in this world.
If the Central Plains were truly occupied by the demon race, demonic cultivation techniques would inevitably flourish. After the people of the Central Plains practiced these techniques, they would be assimilated into the demon race. At that time, the vast Central Plains would become a place no different from the current Northern Demon Realm.
Li Molin could even imagine the scene at that time, the entire process of a peaceful and beautiful land transforming into a cold and bloody world, just like...
It's like the difference between the beautiful and lovely Liuli of the past and the indifferent and cold-blooded Liuli of today who has been resurrected by the summoning of her soul.
His brow furrowed slightly, and for the first time he began to question the significance of the demonic cultivation techniques and whether the demons' occupation of the Central Plains was justified...
Liu Lingying quietly waited for the pills in her body to dissolve and transform into spiritual energy, which slowly filled her entire body. During this process, she only looked at Li Gan with a sorrowful gaze.
Li Gan was also looking at her, a layer of gray gloom obscuring his expression, but Liu Lingying could still see a faint trace of helplessness in his eyes.
Li Molin lowered his eyes, pondering Liu Lingying's words, and remained silent for a long time.
The three of them fell silent. A gentle breeze blew by, stirring up the thin black mist that lingered between them and obscuring their vision.
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