"Master, it's so dark here! What are we doing here?"
"Find a snake."
"Senior Brother said that coffin is your secret weapon. Why did you leave it on Ten Thousand Zhang Peak? Wouldn't it have been better to bring it in to protect Master?"
Ling Yi held that big hand; it was soft and cold, somewhat like the hands of the people he had buried before.
Those who have just died also have this state when they eerily awaken.
They look like living people, but are actually dead.
He walked in the darkness, and apart from that hand, he could see no one.
My master's palms were cold, but I could still feel the slight beating of his pulse.
"Master, if you are a demon, what are you?"
“It’s not a living thing.” Wen Jingge also discovered today that her temper could become so good. If the person speaking to her at this moment were Qiao Yu, she would probably have belittled the person to the dust in her heart.
But why Ling Yi?
Was it right or wrong for her to insist on taking the child with her on the journey?
"Master, it's so dark! How can an illusion be so dark?"
"Go find a tree."
"What tree!" Ling Yi chuckled as if he had thought of something amusing. "Master, you're changing the subject again. You were talking about snakes before, and now it's trees. Besides, you haven't told me what kind of monster you want to become!"
“A tree,” Wen Jingge said.
"Don't trees grow in sunny places? It's so dark here, so dark that we can barely see anything," Ling Yi muttered softly as he followed behind her. "I can only sense Master walking ahead, and I can only follow Master forward..."
"It would be best if you could keep up, but if you can't, you'll have to stay here."
"Why...why..."
A bad feeling rose in Ling Yi's heart.
Could it be that his master intends to leave him here while he goes off to deal with the demons?
There are many people in the Xuanmen who have opinions about their master, but those people are all useless. They never dare to say bad things to their master's face, let alone do bad things in front of their master.
As for the demon race, the only notable figures today are the legendary Demon God and Demon Emperor.
The demon god was a white phoenix, which he had seen from afar when he was in Qinghe Mountain.
As for the Demon Emperor, it is said that with the last Soul Clan member falling into darkness, that Soul Clan member was apparently an ancestor of Senior Brother Yang's lineage.
He didn't know what kind of creature the Demon Emperor was, but he had been on the mountain for so long and had never seen his master interact with any demons.
Therefore, the one who appeared on him earlier and whispered to his master in a way he couldn't hear must have been a member of the demon race.
The only demon who could inspire such fear in his master was—
"Master!" Ling Yi tugged at the hand in front of him. "I know, it's the Demon Lord, isn't it? The one who wants to take me away is the Demon Lord, isn't he?"
Wen Jingge didn't speak; she didn't want to speak either.
Precocious children are just that hard to fool.
"Master, don't worry, I won't die because of the demons."
Wen Jingge stopped in her tracks; she wouldn't go any further.
The tree has been found.
After the Demon Lord left Ling Yi, Wen Jinge was surrounded by flying catkins. The first thing that came to mind when she saw the flying catkins was a tree.
There is no such tree in the Xuan Yun Sect, and neither she nor Ling Yi are in the Xuan Yun Sect.
Here, Wen Jingge didn't know what to call him.
It is a crack.
Wen Jingge only learned about the disappearance of everyone in Mogan City, the capital of Qianyan Kingdom, from the king to the common people, from later on, from Liang Si's account.
At that moment, she gained a new understanding of the word "crack".
In addition, the script given by "Non-existent" mentioned several times that the demon race suddenly appeared in Xuanyun Sect, and the only crack that Wen Jingge could think of was this.
There is a tree called Dark Sorrow.
The original name, Wen Jingge, is also familiar; it was called Fusang, originally the tree where the golden crow roosted.
With the start of the war between the gods, this Fusang tree was sealed in a void rift, while the only flourishing Fusang tree in the outside world is in Qingqiu Lake.
Later, as the carnage ended, the trees of Qingqiu Lake gradually withered, and these Fusang trees that existed in the void rifts became the Dark Sorrows they are today.
Unlike willow catkins, the Dark Sorrow is covered with drifting catkins because it grows in darkness.
"What did you sense?"
"Feeling?" Ling Yi was dumbfounded.
He felt nothing except that his master's hands were getting colder and colder.
"I...I felt Master's body starting to stiffen. Master, shall we go back? What if...what if the rift closes and we can't get out..."
He stopped there, because he suddenly remembered that Wen Jingge's purpose in coming here was to bring him to avoid disaster.
"No, Master assures you, he's just here to retrieve something."
"Is this...?" A strange feeling spread through my heart.
He thought his master was doing it for him, but now it seems he was overthinking it!
"What could be hiding here?" Ling Yi asked, puzzled.
The darkness was like countless tentacles; the further he went, the more tentacles scratched his face, his heart, and his body, making him want to laugh.
"You're starting to feel it, aren't you?"
"Master..."
"Don't be afraid." He felt a hand touch his head.
"Master, how could you see me? Why can't I see anything?"
How did you see it clearly?
Looking at these trees, Wen Jingge felt as if she were looking at another version of herself. She could see the branches and veins of these trees clearly. The darkness here felt to her more like the warmth of a small lamp lit at home when she returned.
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