"Is this the heavens?"
Wen Jingge did not reply to Ling Yi.
Because of her limited life experience across her two lifetimes, she had never actually been to heaven.
If flying on a sword also means ascending to the heavens, then I retract my previous statement.
"Master...it's so cold in the sky!"
Coolness does not refer to the physical sensation of coolness.
Instead, the feeling this place evokes is one of vastness, desolation, and bleakness...
This feeling of coldness is more of a state of mind.
A vast expanse of white, with no clouds floating in the sky that could be used as a bed, no cloak woven from colorful red clouds, and no fairy Chang'e or the Jade Rabbit...
There was only endless white.
It's like a pure canvas, without any embellishment.
This canvas is too pure, so pure that it's oppressive.
"The higher you climb, the colder it gets!" This phrase popped into Wen Jingge's mind.
"But it's not that kind of cold." Ling Yi wanted to explain his feelings, but he couldn't find the words to describe them. "Never mind, are there no gods in heaven?"
The master and apprentice stood amidst the vast white landscape. They were more like tiny, negligible blobs of ink than people.
"After the war of the gods, where are the immortals?"
“Isn’t there another one? That person fell into a deep sleep, and there are no records of them after that.” Ling Yi could now see Wen Jinge clearly. “But, but…”
However, his expression was not quite right, especially when he tried to observe Wen Jingge's current mood.
Wen Jingge couldn't wait for him to finish his sentence, so she could only ask, "But what is it?"
"Master, your face is changing." He poked Wen Jinge's face with his finger. "Master, do you have a mirror with you? I... I'm afraid I'm seeing things."
What do you see?
“Two, two people, sometimes it’s Master himself, sometimes it’s Uncle-Master Bai Teng. But there are three faces of Master.”
"Um?"
"Well, well, only one Master was in this state after waking up this time. The other two, whether it's Bai Teng or Master, had the same expression, but, that expression..."
"What's wrong?" Wen Jingge tried to use the same trick again, but she couldn't even see it in his eyes.
Ling Yi could see her, but she disappeared.
"She's not like a human, nor like the snow woman we saw before. She's more like a god! She's terrifying!"
"fear?"
Wen Jingge thought of his usual carefree attitude, and then of the carnage awakening from the blood-soaked river, but he still couldn't grasp that state of mind. But the demonic zither moved.
"Master, let's go back!" Ling Yi looked thoughtfully at the flying demonic zither. "This disciple doesn't want to watch from here anymore. This place doesn't feel like heaven; it's more like hell. Heaven shouldn't be like this."
“Hell…” Wen Jingge muttered to herself.
The magic harp surrounded her, and in a daze, she seemed to see millions of people standing in this area, all looking at her.
With a single command from her, everyone here will instantly perish from this world.
And she did just that; disregarding their wishes and listening to their curses, she transformed this place into the only white space.
Just then, the Demon Harp transformed into a beam of light and pierced towards her.
Wen Jingge swayed her body, looked at the magic zither that had crashed to the ground, and laughed, "Hehehe, I understand, I understand. I thought it was inside my body, but I didn't expect you to have always been by my side."
“Master…” Ling Yi looked sadly at his master’s disemboweled stomach, and then at the demonic zither that no longer flew.
His master had two swords, a demonic zither, and a Gouchen sword.
After the incident at the Burning Heaven Sect, Master stopped using Gouchen and started using the Demon Harp instead. Since it was a sword spirit that recognized its master, why would it kill her?
"Master...are you alright? Don't scare me!"
"Go!" Wen Jingge's smile was extremely eerie, like a demon that had just crawled out of the underworld. While laughing and spitting blood, she commanded Ling Yi, "Go! Pick up the Demon Harp for me!"
“Master…” Ling Yi hesitated.
Even someone as powerful as his master could get injured, so how could he possibly escape unscathed?
“It won’t hurt you.” Wen Jingge wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her laughter like thunder. “You’ve been harassing me all day with your master’s memories, do you think I’ll be affected by you? Let me tell you! I won’t! Even though I’m on her territory, the fact that she didn’t come out to see me means she’s lost.”
“Master…” Ling Yi looked at his agitated master and was now certain that his master was being dramatic again.
When Wang Xi left, he told his master that he was a very good person, but he liked to do performance art. His so-called aloofness would not last long before his true nature would be revealed.
Those who try to outdo their master in aloofness often end up badly; on the contrary, being mischievous can earn them praise.
Now that Master's aloofness is gone, there's no need for him to pretend anymore.
So, that magic harp that can no longer fly...
Ling Yi went over, took out a brick from his storage bag, and smashed it down.
Wen Jingge's laughter stopped abruptly, and she gasped for breath. The gasp almost caused the organs in her stomach to spill out.
The pale purple light emanating from the magic harp gradually dimmed, and it transformed into a rusty iron sword.
Later, this rusty iron turned into a rib.
“Master…” Ling Yi looked helplessly at the rib on the ground, then glanced at the white surroundings.
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