In the city of gods and demons, in the main hall of Ninghe Palace.
Liuli lay flat on a wide bed, fast asleep with her eyes closed. She seemed to be having a nightmare, her little face scrunched up, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.
Her face showed great anxiety, and she shook her head violently, ruffling the hair spread all over the pillow.
Her dry lips parted slightly, and she murmured, "...No, stop, no!..."
"Bailing, don't go, don't...Bailing...Little monk!"
"...Little monk!"
As the last three words, "little monk," were uttered, Liuli suddenly woke up and sat up instantly.
Her face was blank when she first woke up; she was pale and looked extremely helpless, like a lost child.
In fact, ever since she saw all her past memories in the memory maze when she snatched the prayer wheel in the Bodhi Forest, witnessing the massacre of her clan on Fox Plain, she has been having nightmares ever since she returned.
She had just dreamt of the tragic scene on Fox Plain, of the moment when Bai Ling was carried away by Zen Master Daming, and then of the gentle, smiling face of Zen Master Shi Chan, and the little monk she had blurted out.
“Little monk…” Liuli frowned, her eyes filled with confusion, and murmured these three words, these three words that were most deeply engraved in her heart.
Just then, that familiar voice drifted into her ears, and Liuli was startled.
She didn't hear what he said clearly, but it was definitely his voice. This voice was the most profound memory in her mind, and she couldn't possibly be mistaken.
But the voice only drifted over and said that one sentence, and Liuli didn't hear it clearly at all. She was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was just her imagination.
She lay down but couldn't fall asleep again. Her eyes were wide open, and in the darkness before her appeared his face, with gentle features and a smile on his lips.
Liuli pursed her lips, turned over, and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep, but it was no use. Even with her eyes closed, his image remained in the darkness.
After a long while, she suddenly sat up, put on her coat and shoes, and walked to the table by the window in the moonlight. She poured a glass of cold tea and drank it all in one gulp. Then she lowered her head and her gaze became fixed.
Besides the cool, watery moonlight, the light shining through the window also included a few faint rays of color.
Liuli was shocked. She didn't even bother to straighten her clothes or pull up her shoes before she rushed to the palace gate, opened the door, and went out.
She came to the outside of the palace and looked up. She saw that above the City of Gods and Demons, a series of colorful lights connected together, illuminating the night sky. The light stretched out so far that it seemed to cover the entire City of Gods and Demons.
Liuli's face turned pale with shock. She leaped onto the roof of the palace, stood on the tiles, and looked up. She saw that the large patch of light was moving rapidly in all directions.
Even though Shi Chan pleaded desperately, the righteous disciples remained unmoved. All they wanted was to win easily without being in deep danger. Moreover, they believed that the damage caused by the lightning and fire calamity was only to this small city, not as exaggerated as Shi Chan had described.
At Shi Li's command, several disciples of Bodhi Temple grabbed Shi Chan, while the two thousand disciples flew off to their pre-arranged locations and quickly dispersed to various places above the City of Gods and Demons.
Shi Chan's face turned ashen, and he was extremely anxious. He shouted something in an attempt to stop the group of righteous disciples, but he couldn't stop even one person.
At that moment, he inadvertently looked down and suddenly saw the palace complex of the God and Demon City below. On the roof of one of the main halls stood a woman in black. He had good eyesight and, with the help of the moonlight and the reflection of various colored lights, he could see that the woman was looking at the sky with a look of astonishment on her face.
Immediately, Shi Chan turned his head and looked around, and found that the two thousand disciples holding the Thunderfire Calamity had all raised their right hands, waiting for the thirty-odd masters to give the order.
Realizing something, he suddenly broke free from the restraints of the Bodhi Temple disciples beside him and began to descend rapidly towards the woman in black.
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