Chapter 65 I believe him. His warm breath fell on the corner of her lips.
Frost falls, and vegetation grows.
"Fuyu Sheng..."
She called out to him, her voice sounding as if from another world.
Fu Yusheng spoke, then silently replied, "I'm here..."
Fu Yunyao's sword intent alleviated his pain somewhat, but the vegetation continued to grow within his spiritual veins.
He could feel his blood slowly cooling and his life force quietly slipping away.
Perhaps, he really can't hold on any longer?
He gazed at the girl before him, the ancient divine mark flickering in her eyes.
Will she forget him?
He couldn't help but chuckle softly, his shoulders trembling slightly, as blood dripped from his mouth again and again.
Fu Yunyao reached out and supported his shoulder.
It seems that this is all she can do for him.
She felt her fingertips growing cold and spoke softly.
"You promised me you would always be with me."
It was a very soft sound, yet it clearly reached the ears of Fu Yusheng, whose consciousness was slowly fading away.
He looked up, struggling to stay conscious.
He thought, I can't die here. At the very least, I have to get Liao Liao out of his sea of consciousness first.
His fingertips trembled as he touched Fu Yunyao, suppressing the surge of blood in his throat.
"Feel sorry……"
He spoke softly, and finally, a warm kiss landed.
He restrained himself and gently kissed the corner of her lips.
Before she could react, it pressed against her forehead.
"I said I would stay with you..."
Every word seemed to be written in tears.
It was like a promise, yet also like a farewell.
Before Fu Yunyao could even argue with him about the kiss that landed on the corner of her lips, he gently but irrefutably sent her away from his consciousness.
Within his sea of consciousness, no one can set foot there unless he so desires.
The moment Fu Yunyao's aura was withdrawn, the sword energy of the Spring Return Sword spread wildly once again.
Fu Yusheng closed his eyes, feeling the pain surge back.
On the main trunk of his spiritual vein, a crabapple tree is growing rapidly.
The excruciating pain was determined to annihilate him.
In the midst of overwhelming pain, he opened his eyes once more.
Fu Yunyao's voice rang in his ears.
Will you always stay with me?
I will always be with you.
He supported himself on the water's surface and slowly rose to his feet, blood continuously oozing and dripping from his mouth.
"I also want to go and see the mortal world."
Okay, let's go together.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the Spring Return Sword, its sword energy overflowing between the spiritual veins.
"Would you like to come with me?"
Yes, let's do it together.
He lifted his foot, each step carrying the pain of imminent collapse, yet each step was exceptionally firm.
"Fu Yusheng, I miss you so much..."
Don't say things like that, I'll take it seriously... I miss you too, all the time.
He gripped the hilt of the Spring Return Sword, the sword's energy leaving scars on his palms, neck, and cheeks, each scar etched into his very soul.
"You promised you'd always be with me..."
Of course, I will always be with you.
He looked up, his light-colored eyes seeming both tender and affectionate, yet also aloof and proud.
Spring Returns Sword in his hand, slowly drawn from its sheath.
The sword energy spread out once again.
It brings the vitality of sprouting plants and trees, and also the gentle spring breeze.
The crabapple tree growing on the main trunk of the spiritual vein burst into bloom, its blossoms falling and adorning the starlit water surface.
The figure in pure white appeared before him once more, gazing at him with gentle eyes.
He saw her speak silently, and a smile spread across his eyes.
Fu Yusheng chuckled softly, his voice clear and bright, full of youthful spirit.
His loose hair fluttered in the wind, and he could no longer hold on, falling into the starlight-filled water.
...
Gold grains drifted in the sunlight, the wind whipped up sand and dust, and also lifted the hems of the clothes of the two people whose foreheads touched and who were leaning against each other.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. After a long while, Fu Yunyao slowly opened her eyes. The divine mark in her eyes flickered, and finally fell silent.
Strands of hair tangled in the wind.
Fu Yunyao blinked slowly, looking at the person in front of her who was still quietly closing their eyes, and stepped back a little.
The pulse under my fingertips is slowly becoming weak and feeble.
The once lively soul fire now rests quietly on her wrist, swaying gently, its pale blue light dimming.
"It seems you have failed."
That light, cheerful voice rang out again, this time with a somewhat complex tone.
Fu Yunyao remained silent. She withdrew her hand, slowly stood up, and showed no sadness in her eyes. In fact, under the spring sunshine, her gentle eyebrows curved slightly.
Amidst the shimmering golden light, she spoke softly.
"He will come back."
"What if he can't come back?" the gentle voice asked.
"Won't."
Fu Yunyao responded, her voice firm.
Silence fell, and then that ethereal voice, filled with solemn authority, spoke again.
"You believe him?"
"I believe him."
Within the ruins, it seemed as if countless invisible eyes were silently gazing upon her.
"For ten years in this forbidden land, bound by restrictions, you have endured countless pains day after day. Have you not felt any resentment or hatred?"
He asked, his voice devoid of any emotion, “They try to imprison your soul and restrict your freedom. They give you a dark and hopeless place to go and send you into a hopeless future. They want you to bear heavy responsibilities and beg for your mercy, but they never give you a choice.”
Your entire life will be spent obeying their commands, searching desperately, yet never finding the desired outcome.
"Are you truly without any resentment?"
His voice seemed to come from the boundless horizon, and also seemed to resonate in one's heart.
It questioned her soul.
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes, and the hem of her plain white dress was tinged with golden light.
She chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling into a smile.
"Of course I have grievances, and naturally I have hatred."
She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze clear, like the bright moon washed by a clear spring.
"At first, I sat amidst the bustling city, the light shining upon me. I plotted to destroy everything, to bury and annihilate that vibrant life along with my dark past."
On the day she left the forbidden area, she thought about what the old monk had told her.
"The past is past, there's no need to recall it."
That's it? Of course it'll be over. Everything will vanish together. How can that not be over?
She sat in the bustling pavilion, a gentle breeze stirring her white veil and ruffling the copper bells on the eaves.
At that time, she was only thinking about where to start, so that this magnificent and prosperous Yaotai Realm would be buried with her ten years of imprisonment.
However, what arrived before her hatred was the boy's soft question.
She gazed at his fluttering red robes and his beautiful, captivating light-colored eyes.
She had never seen such a vibrant person.
The sword she had seen in the forbidden area was in his hand. The falling frost reminded her of the glimmer of light it had given her in that forbidden area, and...
That gentle embrace.
That woman, like her, was trapped in the forbidden area, unable to escape; she had once tenderly carried her young child.
She told her.
"It's called Spring Returns, and we are with it—"
"Destiny is connected."
Destiny is connected...
The icy blue blade shimmered in the sunlight, and she blinked, a hint of a smile spreading across her eyes.
She reached out and wrote two words in the boy's outstretched palm.
"That's it..."
He murmured to himself, the wind ruffling the stray hairs that had fallen across his forehead.
His light-colored eyes seemed to hold the shimmering light of spring. He bent down slightly to look at her, who was sitting in the pavilion, at eye level.
The spring breeze carried his voice, he said.
"Hello, Liao Liao, my name is Fu Yusheng."
"..."
The floating golden light fell on Fu Yunyao's plain white dress. Her eyes were gentle, and her fingertips brushed against the slowly emerging Rangchen Sword as she spoke again.
"Seven years is enough."
"Don't you resent that he never appeared during those dark and desolate days?"
"Why complain?" she asked, puzzled.
"I have myself, I save myself, I guide myself. Whether others come or not, stay or not, what will change is only their own fate, not mine."
What I want, I will get. As for those so-called smooth sword paths, the admiration of thousands, and the path to immortality, they are not what I seek, so why should I care?
All I ask for is myself.
Golden light shimmered, and the robes fluttered lightly.
Within the ruins of the ancient god, an invisible wisp of divine soul gazes silently.
"No wonder He chose you..."
He sighed softly, and an illusory door appeared on the stone platform in the center of the ruins.
"Since you're here, take that thing before you leave."
Fu Yunyao's eyes flickered slightly. She turned her head and looked at Fu Yusheng, who was leaning against the stone wall with his eyes closed.
Her fingertips brushed against the soul fire belonging to Fu Yusheng, which was attached to her wrist.
She withdrew her gaze and, amidst countless gazes within the ruins, stepped through the door that had appeared out of nowhere.
The fluttering hem of her dress disappeared through the doorway, and in the fleeting light and shadow, the illusory door slowly dissipated.
In the quiet of the moment, Fu Yusheng's fingertips, hidden beneath his sleeves, twitched slightly.
A series of sounds rang out, ethereal, like vibrations in the air.
"Shangxuan, is it her?"
"Um."
“No wonder, I sensed His presence in her. Indeed, it’s very similar…”
"But what will she choose?"
...
Clouds and mist swirl around the mountain peaks, while the ancient bell tolls loudly.
Amidst the birds' clear chirping, they flapped their wings, their feathers shimmering in the sunlight, their trailing tails swaying across the sky.
The stone pillars stand tall, reaching into the clouds, with no end in sight.
Carved atop the massive stone pillars are faceless statues of gods; a single glance is enough to inspire awe and submission from the depths of one's heart.
Each stone pillar is wrapped with chains made of millennia-old black iron, which intertwine with each other, surrounding the altar at the center of the pillar.
Beneath the thousands of chains, the suspended black mist spread, bringing an ominous, terrifying, and despairing atmosphere.
Fu Yunyao stood before the altar, reaching out her hand and touching the invisible barrier with her fingertips.
Golden circles rippled from her fingertips, and amidst the soft murmurs, the black mist seemed to be silently gazing at her.
In an instant, golden light burst forth and brushed against my face.
Fu Yunyao blinked very slowly, and the scene in front of her had already changed.
The stone pillars collapsed, the black iron chains broke, and the golden light of the altar withered away.
The wind whipped up yellow sand, and looking up, all that could be seen was a black fog that offered no light.
Fu Yunyao paused slightly as she raised her fingertips, then withdrew her hand and slowly turned around.
His fingertips brushed against his waist, touching only a piece of warm, smooth jade, not the Dust Sword...
She looked up at the figure on the boundless horizon, and at the gods confronting Him.
"Zhuyin, are you really so determined to do this? Do you have absolutely no regard for our past friendship?"
Candlelight Shadows...
An ancient demon god, the incarnation of the Candle Dragon, wields the origin of chaos, unleashing disorder and calamity. Wherever he goes, trees wither, seas overflow, and plagues rage.
Enveloped in demonic energy, Zhuyin's golden eyes were devoid of emotion and desire, and the divine mark on his forehead flickered on and off.
"If it weren't for our past friendship, I wouldn't have willingly fallen into the seal of the gods. Tens of thousands of years have passed, mountains and seas have shifted, and stars have turned. I'm weary. Considering our past friendship, I'll return these words to you. Don't stop me."
The young god stood in His way, saying, "If you were to descend into the world, you would bring about the collapse of order, and countless lives would die because of you. How can we stand idly by?"
He lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Bai Yu, the newborn god?"
The other gods noticed His gaze and shielded Bai Yu behind them.
“Zhuyin, we have known each other since the beginning of our lives, and I know you are suffering. However, all living beings are before me, and I cannot ignore them. If you insist, our friendship will have to end today.”
Fu Yunyao paused in her movement of stroking the jade pendant. She looked up and could only vaguely see a few figures on the horizon. However, she had just heard that voice in the ruins of the gods in Baiyujing.
Ancient books that remain in the world only record that a demon god descended upon the world, bringing endless chaos. The gods fought against him for ten thousand years and eventually perished.
Unbeknownst to many, they were once close friends who had been together for many years...
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