Liuli looked up and saw a golden light carrying a tall, thin figure rapidly approaching, but she couldn't be bothered to look at him. Instead, she was shocked by the various lights emanating from the numerous righteous disciples.
Liuli infused her voice with magic, making it sound somewhat hysterical, and shouted, "The righteous disciples are attacking! Demons, wake up! The righteous disciples are attacking!"
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"
The next moment, she saw the righteous disciples scattered all over the city of gods and demons forcefully swing their raised hands down, each throwing down black beads, so many of them that they fell like rain.
Some beads fell into the palace complex, but fortunately they didn't fall into the Ninghe Hall, which is made of glazed tiles.
Immediately afterwards, a golden light descended from the sky and landed in front of her, and she fell into a warm embrace, thus missing the sudden bursts of firelight that lit up various parts of the city.
"Boom!" "Boom!"...
A deafening roar echoed throughout the City of Gods and Demons. Numerous lightning and fire tribulations were thrown into the city by righteous disciples and detonated. Clouds of fire, rising over a hundred feet high, illuminated the night and lingered for a long time.
Most of the houses in the Demon City were destroyed, and the sleeping demons inside were reduced to ashes. As the fire clouds gradually descended and spread to the side, turning into raging flames, the surviving demons rushed out covered in soot. They were shocked to see the ruins and the white smoke and flames.
Meanwhile, a commotion erupted in the sky as the leaders of numerous sects loudly delivered words of encouragement and issued orders for deployment, repeatedly instructing their disciples to be careful.
After a commotion, many righteous disciples descended into the demon city, ready to unleash their killing spree and finally avenge the frustration of having to hold out for so many days.
In the midst of the chaos, who seriously counted how many lightning and fire tribulations were thrown into the City of Gods and Demons, and how many were secretly taken by the clever ones among the two thousand righteous disciples and not thrown down?
Shi Chan held Liuli tightly, protecting her with the light of his Seven Treasures Kasaya. So when the flames formed by the explosion of a thunder and fire calamity in the distance came crashing down and then quickly receded, she was completely unharmed.
She only heard a deafening explosion and felt the hall beneath her feet tremble. What followed was a scorching sensation that assaulted her and Shi Chan. Although the sensation quickly disappeared, she could still imagine the horrific scene outside Shi Chan's embrace.
Shi Chan lowered his eyes, his face filled with sorrow. When the explosions subsided, he spoke softly, his voice tinged with grief: "Liuli, how could they use the Thunderfire Calamity? Such a malevolent creature, so contrary to the laws of nature, was so difficult to ban in the first place—it's all recorded in the scriptures. How could they not know? And how could they allow it to reappear in the world?"
Liuli sensed Shichan's sorrow, and a feeling of pity compelled her to comfort him, but she didn't know what to say. After a long silence, she hesitantly raised her arm hanging by her side and gently hugged him.
Shi Chan's voice was extremely low, filled with a deep sense of powerlessness. He said, "Once the Thunderfire Tribulation is unleashed, those with ulterior motives will surely research its refining method and create the Thunderfire Tribulation for personal revenge. At that time, the land will be destroyed, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be damaged, and the people will inevitably suffer. Such a calamity is even worse than the Demonic Tribulation... The countless lives of the Central Plains will ultimately suffer... This humble monk is incompetent, unable to persuade my fellow practitioners to abandon the idea of using the Thunderfire Tribulation, unable to save the lives of all living beings and the Central Plains. Liuli, it is my incompetence..."
Liuli felt her eyes redden, her heart aching. At this moment, her heart was no longer under the control of the summoning spell. A strange emotion broke through the spell's magic from a corner deep within her heart and quickly took over her entire being.
Liuli forgot all the indifference and hatred. She only remembered her encounter with Shichan and the experiences of relying on each other for survival time and time again. At this moment, she only remembered that she loved him, loved him deeply, and forgot all the hatred for those who died at his hands.
She felt sorry for his helplessness and self-blame, and only wanted to comfort him so he wouldn't be so heartbroken. So she hugged him tightly, her voice choked and soft, and whispered, "Little monk, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself... This has nothing to do with you, little monk..."
Upon hearing these words, Liuli was stunned, and Shichan was stunned.
Liuli felt that the tone and address were too unfamiliar, not at all like her own words. After a brief moment of stunned silence, Shichan instantly forgot his self-blame and helplessness at being unable to stop the thunder and fire calamity from being born, and his heart was filled with boundless joy and smiles.
Such a title, such a sentence, only the former Liuli would have uttered, only she would have comforted him in this way, and felt sorry for his sorrow.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
