Chapter 60 Soul Flame: "I Miss You So Much"
"Sister Yao..."
Jiang Wanyi watched her figure, her eyes filled with worry.
"bite--"
"bite--"
The bell rang out, clear and ethereal.
Fu Yunyao closed her eyes briefly, her hand holding the sword falling limply.
The ice flowers on the rock face finally stopped growing, and the seawater returned to calm once again.
She gazed at the tranquil stream, the soul bell on her wrist swaying gently, guiding her.
"Do you want to go down?" Jiang Wan asked her.
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the Soul Bell 1 on her wrist, and spoke once more.
"Wait for me here. If anything seems amiss, go back immediately, understand?"
Although the sect leader of the Endless Sect seems unreliable, he can't afford to risk the lives of his disciples. Those two wooden plaques should be able to protect them.
Just as Jiang Wan was about to speak, the person in front of her had already vanished into the seemingly calm stream.
Song Anran hesitated for a moment before asking, "Then what are we?"
"Let's wait."
...
Beneath the stream, fireflies twinkled and swayed, like a galaxy filled with starlight.
Brilliant and dazzling, it leads to decadence.
The soul bell on her wrist swayed gently, its sound soft and ethereal, keeping countless souls of the dead at bay.
The gentle light fell on Fu Yunyao, like a spring breeze and the breath of life.
The Soul Bell gradually stopped shaking.
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes and, amidst the countless shattered remains of the clashing evil spirits, spotted a single, vibrant red at the bottom of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Souls.
At the bottom of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Souls, the Spirit Gathering Jade Stone glows softly, and specks of firefly light drift down, wandering in the stream and converging into a galaxy.
The vengeful spirits and dead souls howled, shuttling and colliding back and forth.
As Fu Yunyao gazed at the crimson hue at the bottom of the abyss, the soul bell on her wrist stopped swaying, yet it seemed to resonate from the depths of her consciousness.
“Floating, Jade, Life…”
She read it softly, her eyes trembling slightly.
He stood silently amidst countless vengeful spirits, letting them pass through his body time and time again.
Stray hairs fell across his forehead, obscuring his eyebrows and eyes.
He closed his eyes, his expression peaceful and docile.
Fu Yunyao stood in front of him, the hem of his red robe passing through her fingertips, as if it were an intimate touch.
Let the Dust Sword hover beside her, illuminating a corner of the abyss.
Its light made the red dress in front of it appear even more transparent and ethereal.
This is a remnant of Fu Yusheng's soul...
Fu Yunyao reached out, her fingertips lingering in front of the remnant soul.
He slowly opened his eyes. His light-colored eyes were unfocused, empty, lifeless, and emotionless.
He looked at the hand resting in front of him, lowered his head slightly, and pressed his forehead against her fingertips.
His warm scent lingered on my fingertips.
Fu Yunyao was stunned.
The surrounding spirits fell to the ground and gradually took shape.
There were elderly people in their twilight years, and young children; there were young couples gently stroking their bellies and leaning on each other, and monks covered in blood but smiling.
Their fragmented yet pure souls were protected from the erosion and destruction by vengeful spirits under the protection of Fu Yusheng's remaining soul.
Following their memories from their previous lives, they built their little home in this abyss.
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes, looking at the boy pressing against her fingertips.
She imagined seeing him again, looking sickly and weak.
Is it worth it to use a wisp of one's own soul to protect other remnant souls?
He had no answer to her.
He raised his head slightly, his light-colored eyes blinking.
He pressed his forehead against hers, his gentle breath washing over her.
He gently touched the tip of her nose, his eyes filled with affection.
The warm breath lingered on her lips, slowly dissipating...
He transformed into a streak of light, lingering around her reluctantly, before finally settling into the soul bell on her wrist.
A deep blue butterfly fluttered its wings and kissed her fingertips.
The remnant soul has no memories; he only does what he wants.
Fu Yunyao slightly bent her finger, and the spirit butterfly fluttered its wings, scattering specks of firefly light. In the end, it settled on her hair and quietly sank into the water.
Before leaving the Abyss of Ten Thousand Souls, Fu Yunyao looked at the unsuspecting souls and ultimately left behind a wisp of sword energy to protect them.
Perhaps one day, they will remember everything and be able to move forward to the next life.
...
Within the Endless Sect.
In the dimly lit room, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the person who was fast asleep on the bed.
The room was filled with demonic energy, and a cold, damp atmosphere permeated the air.
Moonlight filtered through the window screen and fell on the side of the bed.
The pale moonlight fell on the bed, and the handsome young man had his eyes tightly closed. His skin was even paler than the moonlight.
His weak breathing was barely audible, with only the slight rise and fall of his chest proving that he was still alive.
A pale blue butterfly pierced through the window screen, its wings fluttering, leaving trails of fireflies.
The butterfly landed on his fingertip, its wings hovering as if enveloping his pale fingertip.
“Floating, Jade, Life…”
It was like a soft whisper in my ear, or a gentle tremor of the soul.
It brings with it her cool and gentle aura.
Fu Yusheng slowly opened his eyes, his light-colored pupils filled with the bewilderment of someone just waking up.
He lowered his eyes, watching the butterfly between his fingers slowly dissipate and fall into his sea of consciousness.
The pain in his spiritual veins with each breath slowly brought him back to his senses.
Fu Yusheng struggled to his feet, the moonlight falling on him.
He slightly lowered his brows, his eyes gentle and shimmering.
The spirit butterfly fluttered in the sea of consciousness, and the red-clad boy trapped under thousands of chains opened his eyes.
It landed on the corner of his eye, like a kiss.
The chains swayed gently, making a soft, clear sound.
Behind him, the Spring Return Sword emitted a series of humming sounds.
Low-pitched yet lighthearted.
Under the snow-white moonlight, Fu Yusheng chuckled softly, his voice full of pleasure.
He wanted to see her one more time.
...
Outside the Abyss of Ten Thousand Souls, Jiang Wanyi sat on a rock, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed at the calm river surface. "I wonder how Sister Yao is doing?"
Song Anran stood beside him and suddenly saw specks of pale blue fireflies floating on the tranquil stream.
"So beautiful..."
Jiang Wanyi murmured, her eyes reflecting a stream as if a galaxy had been ravaged.
Fireflies brushed through her hair and drifted away into the distance.
Song Anran was also somewhat lost in thought.
Amidst their astonished gazes, Fu Yunyao slowly appeared.
Fireflies gently landed on her, then slowly dispersed.
She looked at the two people in front of her with complicated expressions and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran then came to their senses, "Sister Yao, what was that just now?"
“Soulfire,” Fu Yunyao replied.
Song Anran asked in surprise, "Why are there so many soul flames all of a sudden?"
"Perhaps, she wants to be reborn in the Pure Land."
Fu Yunyao responded softly, watching the fireflies slowly drift away, her gentle eyebrows curving slightly.
Jiang Wanyi observed her expression and asked, "Sister Yao, are you happy?"
"Is that so?" Fu Yunyao asked in return. "Perhaps."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "I did not find Sect Master Mu's aura here."
"Huh?" Song Anran frowned. "Could it be that there's something wrong with the magical artifact?"
Fu Yunyao thought of Shi Yubai, who had last appeared in the North Sea and then disappeared, and the smile in her eyes faded.
"It shouldn't be. Perhaps someone arrived before us."
"So what do we do now?"
Fu Yunyao got up and headed towards the sea. "Let's go back to shore first, and then I'll take you back."
"Ah—" Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran both let out a cry of pain at the same time.
Jiang Wanyi tried to persuade her, "Sister Yao, my junior brother and I finally got out. We still need to go to the border to help resist the demons. We don't want to go back like this."
Song Anran also spoke up, "Yes, Young Master Yao, we still have to go to the border. Now that the demons are launching a major attack on the human world, how can we keep hiding in the sect? We also want to help."
They tried to persuade her all the way, but they couldn't dissuade Fu Yunyao from her idea.
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran exchanged a glance, both seeing the "what to do" look in each other's eyes.
Just as they were about to return to the surface of the sea, they suddenly noticed that the air had frozen for a moment.
A bone-chilling cold spread almost instantly.
Fu Yunyao leaped out of the water, the Rangchen sword in her hand trembling slightly, its killing intent soaring.
She lightly touched the sea surface with her toes; the ice beneath her feet was still radiating cold air.
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran followed closely behind.
Just as Jiang Wanyi was about to say something, Song Anran grabbed her sleeve from the side.
Song Anran gestured for her to look ahead, and Jiang Wan looked up and her gaze froze.
"Senior brother..."
Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees swayed gently, and the evening breeze caressed the branches.
A young man in plain clothes leaned against a tree trunk, two red ribbons around his waist fluttering gently in the wind.
What's more captivating than the moonlight is the shimmering tenderness in his light-colored eyes.
He smiled, gazing at the person he missed day and night on the moonlit sea.
Before the word "了了" could even be uttered, what arrived first was the sharp and unyielding sword energy.
He stood still, without flinching.
The sword energy swept past him, severing a section of his hair.
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes, letting the blade of the Dust Sword be held in her palm.
Fu Yusheng's warm blood dripped down the sword's edge, staining his sleeves red.
Frost bloomed on the wound, and a bone-chilling cold seeped into his blood and pulse, but he paid no attention to it.
"That's it."
He called her softly.
Fu Yunyao sheathed her sword and shook off the blood that had not yet dripped from its blade.
Fu Yusheng watched her movements, his smile deepening.
He suppressed the rising blood in his throat and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I miss you so much."
Fu Yunyao's eyes turned slightly cold. "You came here just to tell me this?"
"Mm," Fu Yusheng replied with a smile.
He was afraid that if he didn't speak up now, he would never have another chance.
Fu Yunyao withdrew her gaze and looked at Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran, who were trying to minimize their presence, and said, "You've come at the right time. Take your two junior brothers and sisters back."
"Let them go to the border if they want to, why stop them?"
From beginning to end, Fu Yusheng's gaze remained fixed on her.
Fu Yunyao frowned slightly. "You're acting strangely."
"Yeah?"
Fu Yunyao's gaze returned to him. "Not taking them with you? Do you want them to watch me kill you?"
"You won't."
They won't kill him? Or they won't kill him in front of them?
Fu Yusheng didn't want to dwell on it anymore.
He held the jade pendant he hadn't yet given away, lost in thought.
Actually, it's fine if you don't understand each other's feelings.
Fu Yunyao was unaware of his thoughts; she simply felt that she couldn't really kill him in front of Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran.
She sheathed her sword and looked at his pale and weak face; she could sense his life slipping away bit by bit.
She turned to leave.
"That's it."
Fu Yusheng called to her, and he looked at her back in the moonlight.
"With you by my side for so many years, my heart is full. I wish you all the best in the future, and peace and joy."
His gentle voice reached Fu Yunyao's ears, and she lowered her eyes slightly without responding.
How can it feel like we'll never see each other again after just one parting?
She turned her head and looked at him as she spoke.
"The next time I see you, I will kill you with my own hands."
next time?
As Fu Yusheng gazed at the calm sea under the moonlight, the smile in his eyes gradually faded.
"Senior brother..."
Song Anran spoke timidly, waiting for his reprimand.
However, before his voice fell, Fu Yusheng coughed up blood.
Drops of blood were spilled on the ground.
"Senior brother!"
My vision gradually blurred.
next time?
like……
There won't be a next time...
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Author's note: After much anticipation, Yu Yu is finally back!
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