Liu Lingying thrust the storage ring forward and placed it directly into Li Molin's hand, tears streaming down her face, some falling to the ground. She gripped Li Gan's hands tightly, her words weakly addressed to Li Molin: "Lin'er, Mother will teach you the incantation to open the storage ring. You...you must remember it carefully..."
As she spoke, she didn't care whether Li Molin was listening or not, and softly recited a short mantra.
Then her body slumped forward, collapsing against Li Gan. A gentle smile appeared on her lips as she whispered, "Li Gan, don't rush... wait for me, wait for me..."
Li Molin lowered his head and looked at Liu Lingying through his blurry, tearful eyes. Her eyes were slowly closing. He suddenly realized that, unlike when she left the Demon Realm before, he would never see her eyes again, never see the radiant smile in them, never see her gentle, tender gaze directed at him.
So he quickly put aside the resentment and hatred he felt for her heartless departure. At that moment, he only remembered his mother, who had been gentle and doting on him when he was a child, and her warm embrace.
"No, no..." Li Molin's voice was extremely hoarse as he sobbed, "You can't die, Mother... Mother!"
His calling her "Mother" deepened the smile on Liu Lingying's lips. She weakly opened her mouth and uttered her last words: "Lin'er, Mother loves you..."
Liu Lingying's voice was extremely low, and even though the fighting and shouting around her were extremely chaotic, Li Molin could still hear it clearly. He could also feel the two bodies in his arms getting colder and colder, losing their usual temperature.
The simultaneous death of both parents before his eyes was a blow that even someone as strong-willed as Li Molin could barely bear. He looked up to the sky and cried out in anguish, his sobs almost sounding like despair.
Then a pair of warm little hands pulled him into their arms, and Liuli's voice floated into his ears, sounding very gentle, saying, "Li Molin, don't cry..."
Li Molin slowly opened his eyes and looked up to see Liuli looking down at him, her gaze gentle yet filled with pity.
“Liuli…” Li Molin’s voice was hoarse and barely audible. His face was filled with immense grief, despair, and sorrow, as helpless as a child’s. He sobbed, “They…they’re all dead, Liuli, they’re all dead…”
Liu Li pursed her lips, mentally organizing her thoughts, and whispered comfortingly, "Li Molin, look, aren't they all smiling? They must be happy to leave together like this... They probably don't want to see you like this either, so don't cry anymore, everything will be alright, it will be alright..."
Liuli's gentleness gave Li Molin great comfort, but Li Molin still could not get out of the great sadness. He leaned against Liuli's arms, trying his best to hold back his sobs, but no matter what, the tears could not be held back and fell drop by drop.
The demons suffered heavy casualties when the thunder and fire calamity exploded at dawn. Even though Li Gan later summoned eighty-one spirits from the Chi You Banner and turned the tide of the battle in a short time, the demons were still at a disadvantage.
The eighty-one spirits were incredibly powerful, killing and injuring a large number of righteous disciples in a short period of time. By noon, Li Gan's death caused the gates on the Chi You Banner to close, and all the demon spirits had no choice but to retreat back into the world within the banner. However, nearly 30% of the more than 20,000 righteous disciples had already died.
At that moment, Li Molin knelt on the ground, holding the corpses of Li Gan and Liu Lingying in his arms. Liu Li stood beside him, holding him and comforting him with words of comfort. Not far from them, a small Chi You flag was stuck diagonally in the ruins, fluttering in the wind.
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