Suddenly, a white light flashed above Liuli's head, revealing the shape of a white cat—it was Lingxi. Tears still streamed down her face, yet her eyes darted around, searching for something.
Just as Li Molin and Shi Chan's cries of grief grew louder and louder, Lingxi's eyes lit up, and then her body transformed into a white light and rushed forward.
Liuli's death did not bring Langyuan any sadness. He was staring at the white light that Lingxi had transformed into, which flickered around. After a moment, she flew back to his shoulder and curled up in silence.
Lang Yuan picked Lingxi up and looked down at her suspiciously, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.
Shi Chan held Liuli tightly. He could feel that her chest was no longer rising and falling, and her breath was no longer warm. But he refused to let go of her, afraid to verify whether she was dead. He kept running away from her, deceiving himself, clinging to a one in ten thousand hope that she was still alive.
But the tears kept flowing uncontrollably. Even Shi Chan himself knew how slim his one in ten thousand chance was. Even Li Molin, who was far away, could sense that Liuli was no longer alive. Liuli was in his arms, so how could he be wrong?
"Liuli, Liuli..."
Shi Chan called out Liuli's name in a trembling voice, his body shaking uncontrollably, his face filled with extreme sorrow.
Li Molin stared blankly at Liuli in Shi Chan's arms. This was the second time. How could she be so cruel as to make him experience the unbearable grief of watching her die for the second time?
As tears finally streamed down his cheeks, Li Molin finally spoke, calling out in a hoarse voice, "Liuli!"
Overwhelmed with grief, Li Molin suddenly remembered something. He probed his storage bracelet with his divine sense, searching for something, and murmured, "Soul Summoning Spell, Soul Summoning Spell..."
After a frantic search, a thought flashed through Li Molin's mind, and he desperately remembered that the Soul-Summoning Charm had been destroyed by Chi You, and he could no longer save her this time...
Shi Chan could no longer stand steadily. He knelt on the ground, still holding Liuli carefully in his arms. Through his blurry, tear-filled eyes, he looked at Liuli's pale face, her eyes tightly closed. The pain in his heart became more and more obvious, and he felt unbearable pain.
He reached out a trembling hand to touch her nose, and finally confirmed the truth: she was dead…
Shi Chan looked up at the sky and cried out in anguish, hot tears streaming down her small, delicate face, making her complexion appear even paler.
He choked back tears, saying painfully, "Liuli, how could you... how could you be so cruel as to leave me... Liuli..."
"Liuli, Liuli..." Tears streamed down Li Molin's face as he murmured her name. He quickly stepped forward, knelt down in front of Shi Chan, and reached out to snatch Liuli's body.
Shi Chan lowered his head and buried his face in Liu Li's neck, crying uncontrollably. He held her tightly, refusing to let Li Molin take her away.
"Give me Liuli..." Li Molin looked up at Shi Chan, his voice low and furious as he roared, "Give her to me! I know she loved you when she was alive, and even though I was reluctant, I still let her go with you. But now that she's dead, can't you give her to me?!"
Shi Chan's crying stopped, and after a long while, he slowly relaxed his arms.
So Li Molin was able to hold Liuli in his arms. He held her around the waist and said in a choked but gentle voice, "Liuli, I'm taking you back to the Demon Realm. I'm taking you... home."
He turned to look at Yu Ke and said in a deep voice, "Yu Ke, give the order to retreat to the Demon Realm."
After saying this, he looked at Liuli in his arms with a sorrowful gaze, then lightly touched the ground with his toes and flew straight up, heading north.
Yu Ke nodded in agreement, glanced at Shi Chan kneeling on the ground silently weeping, and walked away first. Ji Jue and Lang Yuan, who was holding Ling Xi, followed closely behind.
At that moment, Yu Xin was leaning on Ge Yiyuan's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. Ge Yiyuan's expression was also not good, but he forced himself not to cry out. He turned his head to look in the direction where Li Molin had disappeared, hugged Yu Xin, and then flew up to chase after Li Molin.
So only Shi Chan's lonely figure remained, looking exceptionally desolate.
Having cultivated for ten thousand years and experienced the joys and sorrows of life and death, love and hate in the human world, he has seen through love and death. However, he still suffers just like an ordinary person.
He wanted her to come back to life, and he was willing to pay any price for it.
But he knew he couldn't defy fate; no matter what price he paid, he couldn't save her...
"Liuli..."
Shi Chan murmured the name with a sob, his voice muffled, just like the name he had struggled to utter when she taught him to speak as a child in that dense forest many years ago.
At this moment, he heard a jumble of whooshing sounds and chatter around him, but he just sat on the ground silently weeping, his body motionless.
The sounds around me gradually faded away, and finally, it became quiet. By then, it was already pitch black at night.
Because the seven-colored light of the Xuanyuan Sword was gone, and it was a cloudy day with no stars or moon in the sky, the Zhuolu Plain was pitch black.
After the demons retreated, the righteous disciples left, leaving only Shi Chan kneeling on the ground in the silent darkness, his voice choked with sobs as he called out:
"Liuli, Liuli..."
"Liuli..."
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