Chapter 50 Bai Yujing (3) (Three-in-one) He will come, she...
"Respected Heavenly Dao."
His voice remained solemn, yet seemed to carry a hint of helplessness, "If it weren't for the necessity, I wouldn't want to see you this way. My old friend will be angry when he wakes up."
An old friend?
Fu Yusheng pondered this in his heart, but before he could figure it out, the next sentence from Heaven exploded in his mind.
"The person you cherish will face a calamity in ten days."
Fu Yusheng immediately raised his eyes, a cold glint in them. "Liao Liao? Where is she?"
But the next moment, he calmed down again. "Liao Liao is exceptionally intelligent. There are few people or things in this world that could endanger her life. I believe in her."
"Is that so? Unfortunately, even the most powerful people have weaknesses."
Liao Liao's weakness...
Fu Yusheng immediately thought of the Dust Restriction, but "Liao Liao has always controlled the Dust Restriction very well."
"In this era where demonic energy is scarce, she can indeed control the Dust Restriction very well, but what if she were in an era where demonic energy is rampant?"
Can she still suppress the backlash from the demonic energy?
His hands, hidden beneath his sleeves, tightened slightly. He looked up and asked a question.
Where is she?
"The Western Border, Baiyujing."
Fu Yusheng opened his eyes from within the Endless Ancestral Valley.
The red-clad boy trapped under countless chains in his mind also opened his eyes, his light-colored eyes filled with coldness.
The next moment, the Spring Return Sword appeared in Fu Yusheng's hand.
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran were shocked, "Senior Brother!"
In an instant, all the hundreds of array barriers that enveloped the Endless Sect shattered.
When she came to her senses, Fu Yusheng was no longer in front of her.
Jiang Wanyi and Song Anran exchanged glances, and the same thought strangely popped into their minds.
My senior brother is terrifyingly strong!
Fu Yusheng broke the formation at an extremely fast speed, but did not disturb the bees, butterflies, flowers and plants in the valley. After he left, Shen Mingxu remained sitting in the courtyard, and a golden light flashed in his eyes again.
...
In an inn in Beihai town.
"I don't understand," Su Rutang said softly, looking at the figure in plain clothes in front of her.
"You clearly had the ability to leave Yaotai Realm silently, so why did you choose to do it in a way that made everyone know?"
Fu Yunyao poured herself a glass of water and handed it to Su Rutang.
She blinked slightly. "Why hide? We're not criminals; we have the right to live in the sunlight. Whether they know or not, we'll leave."
Su Rutang gazed at her gentle eyebrows and eyes, those beautiful eyes seeming somewhat innocent like a young child.
She couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Yes, we will eventually leave."
"Is there anywhere you want to go?" Fu Yunyao asked her.
“I…” she paused slightly.
"I want to go home."
The Su family of Dongzhou was a branch of a famous cultivation family in the human world three thousand years ago. The patriarch of the Su family was also exceptionally talented and was highly trusted by the main family.
However, the only daughter of the Su family patriarch was an ordinary person, and was even born weak, and was predicted to live past twenty.
Fu Yunyao brought Su Rutang back to the Su residence.
At this time, the Su family was no longer the prestigious cultivation family of Dongzhou it once was.
Su Rutang stared at the demonic energy swirling above the Su residence, unable to recover for a long time.
"Shall we go in?" Fu Yunyao asked her. She had seen the scene inside the Su Mansion ten years ago in the Linglang Secret Realm. It was also at that time that she encountered Fu Yusheng, who should not have been there.
Su Rutang nodded. No matter how terrifying the scene inside was, this was still the place where she had lived for more than twenty years.
It wasn't until she entered the Su family that Fu Yunyao truly understood why Xuan Kui and the person behind him insisted that she come to Baiyujing.
Su Rutang looked at her familiar courtyard and the two people in it, and spoke up in surprise.
"Why does that person look exactly like you?"
Fu Yunyao looked up and saw two people in the courtyard, herself and Fu Yusheng from the Linlang Secret Realm ten years ago.
It turns out that today's situation was set up as early as ten years ago.
She watched as "Fu Yusheng" handed the porcelain bottle in his hand to another version of himself.
Su Rutang felt that the porcelain bottle was somewhat familiar. "That is... the pills I often take."
"The Resurrection Pill." Fu Yunyao's voice rang out, overlapping with "Fu Yusheng's" voice.
"Using the seven souls and six spirits of others as a guide, an elixir can be made to forcibly prolong the life of those whose lifespan is about to end. Among them, the souls and spirits of mortals are the best guide."
Su Rutang looked at her in disbelief, "What did you say?"
The elixir that I took for three years actually used a soul as a medicinal ingredient?
"No..." she murmured, "This pill was given to me by my father, he wouldn't..."
Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped down.
Fu Yunyao frowned. Before her, "Fu Yusheng" had just helped a ball of demonic energy take shape.
He said.
“Your soul is incomplete and you cannot be reborn. I have cast a curse on you to prevent you from harming others. Perhaps many years later, you will be able to attain enlightenment and be reborn.”
Fuyun Yan supported the swaying person beside her, still puzzled even after ten years.
Even a fleeting illusion is worth all the trouble he's going to great lengths for.
The demonic energy swirling above the Su residence began to converge in the same direction.
The demonic energy passed by them, bringing painful wails.
"Help me..."
Why didn't you save me?
"I don't want to die!"
"..."
Fu Yunyao reached out and made the Dust Sword appear in her palm.
Sword intent rippled outwards from her, and frost rose, isolating the demonic energy that filled the sky.
She spoke, reminding Su Rutang, who was still trapped in her pain.
"Listen to me, close your eyes, and don't open them until I call you."
Her voice was soft, carrying a reassuring quality she herself was unaware of.
With red eyes, Su Rutang took one last look at her before slowly closing her eyes.
As she closed her eyes, the world fell silent, and in the next instant, Fu Yunyao appeared in the forbidden area of Yaotai Realm.
The eerie incantations on the stone wall surged rapidly, and dark red light fell on the hem of her plain white dress.
The dust sword hummed, as if it were enduring immense pain.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
His hair was as white as snow, but his face looked exceptionally young.
"Young Master Yao, it's been a long time."
Fu Yunyao was not surprised to see him here. She shook off the frost from her sword and spoke.
"Sect Master Kunwu, this time you're finally not hiding anymore?"
“Hiding like this is so pointless. Now that Young Master Yao has already found out about me, there’s naturally no need for me to hide anymore. Besides…”
Qingwu paused slightly as she spoke, a smile spreading across her face.
“From this day forward, there will be no more Fu Yunyao in this world.”
"Is that so?" Fu Yunyao asked softly, her robes fluttering lightly amidst the sword energy. "You've been setting up this scheme for ten years. It must have been hard work."
As Qingwu opened his hand, demonic energy surged throughout the room.
"Young Master, your talent is so high that I would not dare to make a move against you without sufficient confidence."
Fu Yunyao slightly raised her eyebrows, and the next moment, she unleashed a sword aura with her sword.
The sword intent was chilling, carrying a destructive coldness; however, the sword energy dissipated on its own before it even touched Qingwu.
Qingwu was prepared to defend himself, but when he saw this scene, he paused slightly. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed the constantly buzzing Rangchen Sword in the hand of the person in front of him.
"It seems that Chen Jian is not very satisfied with you."
Fu Yunyao stretched out her free hand, raised her index finger to her lips, and said, "Shh."
Qingwu was stunned. Behind him, the dissipated sword energy condensed again, its target...
Incantations on the stone wall!
Qingwu instinctively tried to stop the sword energy, but before he could act, the sword energy had already crashed into the stone wall.
Frost rose everywhere, but the incantation beneath the ice flowers remained intact.
Qingwu let out a soft sigh and turned to look at Fuyun Yao.
The person in front of him tilted their head slightly to look at him. He frowned but hadn't said anything yet.
Then Fu Yunyao chuckled and softly called out, "Rang Chen."
As she finished speaking, the ice flowers on the stone wall began to crack inch by inch, and...
The surrounding stone walls.
Qingwu was immediately enraged, "You actually..."
The stone wall collapsed, and they confronted each other amidst the devastation and ruin.
Amidst the overwhelming demonic energy, Qingwu, who had been furious, suddenly covered his face and laughed.
"You actually destroyed this restriction that can suppress demonic energy. Without these restrictions to share the demonic energy of the Dust Sword with you, you must be feeling pretty bad right now."
The white veil around Fu Yunyao's neck had already fallen off in the previous sword energy, and intricate restrictive runes surged around her neck, even showing a tendency to climb up to her face.
Fu Yunyao didn't care at all. She said calmly, "Killing you is enough."
The sword intent in her hand became even more imposing. She slowly stepped forward, and with each step, the frost on the sword blade fell, blooming into ice flowers on the ground. For a moment, her sword intent even suppressed the demonic energy that filled the sky.
When she spoke, her voice was no longer as gentle as before; it sounded somewhat cold.
"Since this was a trap specifically set for me, I think you wouldn't actually enter the Jade Capital. What's standing here is just an avatar of yours. Or perhaps, you even sent a wisp of your soul in. While it can't truly kill you, but…"
That's enough to seriously injure you.
Qingwu never expected that she could remain so calm in the face of the backlash from the restriction, and that her sword intent would even be stronger.
Just as she said, this was only a fragment of his soul, and in order not to attract the attention of the lingering power of the fallen god Bai Yujing, he could not use it all.
Facing the chilling sword aura, he looked at Su Rutang, who was still standing behind Fu Yunyao with her eyes closed.
Before the sword energy struck, he spoke, "You can endure such a backlash, but that doesn't mean the person behind you can. Don't forget, there's a second sword here called 'Dust-Slaying Sword'."
As he finished speaking, Fu Yunyao unleashed her sword energy. His avatar had no chance to resist under her sword energy.
In the blink of an eye, it vanished from the world.
...
At the foot of Baiyu Mountain, Qingwu clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. He reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
But there was a smile in his eyes.
He paid a considerable price to guide her out of the forbidden zone, but it doesn't matter now.
Soon, a new divine sword will be born.
I had hoped to make her die a little easier, but now it seems that with such talent, it would be a pity to die like this. Becoming the sword spirit of the divine sword would be just right.
He thought about it and chuckled softly.
"Fu Yunyao, you must not disappoint me."
"Master."
A clear, complex voice came from behind him.
Qingwu's smile froze. He slowly turned around and looked at his only disciple, whom he had raised and nurtured, with a somewhat complicated expression.
Wen Ci gripped the Shadowless Sword, which was already drawn from its sheath, its sword intent chilling.
"Wen Ci, I am your master."
“I know,” he replied.
...
Within the forbidden area of the Southern Heng Sect.
The crimson incantation flickered, and the dark red light fell on Su Fuying's face.
She lowered her eyes, the shadow of her eyelashes falling on them.
"Who let you in?"
An angry voice came from behind her.
She looked up and slowly turned around.
At the entrance to the forbidden area stood her most respected and beloved master, someone she had never forgotten in all these years.
She closed her eyes, her expression unchanged, but she couldn't suppress the turbulent emotions surging within her.
Her master, such a gentle person, how could he really abandon the world?
Seeing the struggle in her eyes, the sect leader of Nanheng walked up to her.
She raised her hand, her warm palm landing on Su Fuying's hair, stroking her gently just as she had when she was a child.
"Go back, it will be over soon."
Su Fuying shook her head. "I don't understand. Why?"
The sect leader of Nanheng withdrew his hand and walked past her.
She gazed at the restrictive patterns filling the room and finally spoke, "In your heart, am I, Nan Xiangyu, the kind of person who clings to life and fears death?"
"My Master is in my heart, and his virtues are as pure and bright as a gentle breeze and the moon, unmatched by anyone."
That's why she was in so much pain when she learned everything. She didn't want to believe it, but she had no choice but to believe that she was the one who broke the seal on the Demon Realm.
Nan Xiangyu smiled and said, "I thought you would find real evidence before confronting me."
“Master, you yourself delivered the evidence into my hands.” Su Fuying responded softly, “The Kunwu Sect Master plotted to send Yun Yao to Baiyujing, and coincidentally, your message reached me at the same time. Your summoning me back is clearly telling me that you have an affair with the Kunwu Sect Master.”
Her voice was very soft, as if each word had exhausted all her strength.
Nan Xiangyu turned around, and without realizing it, the little girl who used to only reach her knees had grown to a point where she could stand up to her.
"I am your master, so naturally I must protect you."
Her eyes were gentle, as if this were just a casual heart-to-heart talk.
The gentler she was, the more painful it became for Su Fuying. "Then, what about the millions of lives that died under the demonic tide?"
“I can’t save everyone at the same time.” Nan Xiangyu smiled. “I will atone for my sins against them, but not now.”
Not only her, but also Qingwu of the Kunwu Sect and the Sect Master of the Tianyan Sect, the human world can no longer withstand turmoil.
The seal on the Demon Realm has been broken, and the Demon Race is now eyeing us covetously. Over the past ten years, the Five Sects have become the backbone of the human world, and any move they make will have far-reaching consequences.
If news of the death of the Nanheng Sect Master were to spread at this time, it would surely cause panic and unrest among the people.
Su Fuying understood, but... she closed her eyes, and when she spoke again, her voice was cold.
"Master has encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation and has therefore gone into seclusion. From now on, please entrust the affairs of the sect to your disciple. I will come to find you again once everything is settled."
Nan Xiangyu asked incredulously, "You want to seal me here?"
Su Fuying knelt before her, the proud young woman bowing her head and kowtowing to her.
"This is a farewell to my master."
The sound echoed in the stone chamber and also settled in Nan Xiangyu's heart.
She recalled the scene when she found Su Fuying; at that time, she was tormented by her inner demons and had a premonition that her days were numbered.
In order to prevent the punishment from Heaven from affecting the surrounding towns, she deliberately sought out a secluded place.
But she never expected that the inner demon would take the opportunity to bewitch her. When she regained her senses, all she saw was the corpse of the moon demon lying on the ground.
The Moon Demon was kind, but she died for no reason because of her. She originally wanted to end her own life by herself.
Unexpectedly, the hand that should have landed on her heart was grasped by a tiny hand.
The girl's eyes were clear, like moonlight.
...
Within the secret realm of Baiyujing, Su Rutang noticed the restrictive patterns on her wrist gradually heating up.
The pattern, as if it were alive, began to slowly climb upwards, as if it were constantly absorbing her flesh and blood.
Overwhelmed by pain, she almost couldn't help but want to open her eyes, but then she remembered Fu Yunyao's instructions.
Cold sweat dripped from her forehead, wetting her loose, stray hairs.
Suddenly, she felt a cold hand land on her wrist.
He gently took her hand, and the next moment, she held a piece of jade in her hand. Its texture was warm and smooth, relieving the pain caused by the restriction.
Demonic energy raged across the sky, lingering in mid-air. Only where Fu Yunyao and Su Rutang were, ice flowers covered the ground and frost flowers fluttered in the air. Despite the biting cold, the oppressive atmosphere strangely brought hope and warmth.
The sword intent of the Dust Sword separated them from the demonic energy, and the sword body emitted an icy blue light, dazzling yet gentle.
It hovered beside Fu Yunyao, the spiritual energy at the tip of the sword falling onto her wrist and affixing the scorching protective patterns.
"you……"
Su Rutang hesitated before speaking. She wanted to ask something, but didn't know where to begin.
Fu Yunyao slightly raised her eyebrows and asked her.
Are you scared?
Su Rutang pursed her lips, her face pale and weak from the pain caused by the restriction.
She shook her head. "No matter what happens, I'll face it with you."
Fu Yunyao chuckled softly, releasing her grip on Su Rutang's wrist, and the restraining marks on her neck gradually crept up to the side of her face.
She opened her hand, allowing the Dust Sword to obediently fall back into her grasp once more.
The sound of the sword hummed, as if responding to her, or perhaps... a farewell before departure.
She spoke.
"Sister Su, may I call you that?"
Su Rutang smiled and replied, "Of course."
"I know someone who looks somewhat like you. Her features, personality, and mannerisms are all very similar. If there's a chance, I'd like to take you to meet her."
Her voice was soft, but the sword in her hand, Dust Blade, exuded a chilling killing intent.
Su Rutang listened quietly to her words, feeling an increasing sense of familiarity.
From the moment she first saw the girl in the secret realm, she felt as if she had been transported to another world.
She gently agreed, "I'll go with you to see her."
"See her?" Fu Yunyao repeated softly, "I won't see her."
She has already died by my sword.
His soul was scattered and his spirit was destroyed.
The Dust Sword wailed as demonic energy continuously converged towards them.
A suffocating, terrifying black fog hung in the air.
It was as if, in this world, only two figures, one in white and one in blue, remained at the center of this single light.
A strong wind blew by, causing their clothes to flutter and intertwine.
Just like many years ago.
Under the snow-white moonlight, when she and... she were still together.
Su Rutang gripped the black jade pendant in her hand and slowly opened her eyes.
The figure in pure white was reflected in her clear and bright eyes, and a golden light seemed to shimmer in her depths.
The demonic energy slowly dispersed to both sides, and a celestial ladder vaguely appeared in the sky.
At the end of the Heavenly Ladder, a figure in purple robes appeared from behind.
He stood on the horizon, like an unattainable god.
After a long while, he turned around and looked down at the weak world. With just one glance, he exuded supreme majesty.
The golden light in Su Rutang's eyes shattered. She lowered her head, spitting out blood, as if her internal organs were about to be crushed.
Fu Yunyao gripped the Rangchen Sword tightly in her hand, and the sword intent spread out.
The entire world was reduced to the deepest black and the snow-covered ground beneath her feet.
She gazed at the person on the horizon, meeting his golden eyes.
Behind her, blood trickled from the corner of Su Rutang's mouth. She spoke, her voice filled with grief and indescribable complex emotions.
“Yun Yao…”
With a single sound, Fu Yunyao's hand holding the sword froze, and those memories she had deliberately forgotten surged back into her heart.
"Yun Yao, I like you the most."
“And me, Yun Yao.”
"Tonight, we'll drink until we drop!"
"Yun Yao...I'm sorry..."
"..."
The person at the end of the ladder looked at them, his golden eyes devoid of emotion.
He slowly raised his hand and gently touched the ground with his fingertips.
Su Rutang looked at the demonic energy rushing towards her from all directions, a sense of relief flashing in her eyes.
However, the sword energy of the Dust Sword arrived even before the demonic energy.
The chilling sword energy blocked the overwhelming demonic attacks, and the wind whipped up by the sword energy brushed against her cheek, bringing a gentle and tender feeling.
She looked up at the girl's raised eyebrows and eyes.
Several years have passed since that first glance.
Long ago, they first met at the foot of Kunwu Mountain.
The girl used a tree branch to deflect the sword that was blocking her way. At that moment, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Jiang Wanyin, who was indignant on her behalf in the crowd.
Su Rutang, or rather Jiang Wanyin, smiled slightly, her originally pale lips turning bright red from the blood.
She thought that Yun Yao hadn't changed at all compared to before.
"Wanyin," Fuyun Yao said slowly, "I'm so happy to see you again."
Jiang Wanyin's eyes sparkled as she smiled and said, "I missed you too. I'm so happy to see you again. But you can't stay here for too long."
The scattered demonic energy regrouped, ready to attack her again at any moment.
"You should have noticed by now that this illusion was formed by relying on a fragment of my soul. Kill me, and you can leave."
Qingwu wanted to forge a sword using Fuyun Yao's flesh and blood, but fearing that her remaining consciousness would suffer a backlash if she used the blade, he specially set up this illusion, attempting to make her become addicted and gradually lose consciousness.
Jiang Wanyin found it amusing. "He wanted to use me as bait to lure you astray. But he forgot that you've always been able to distinguish between reality and illusion."
She didn't think Fu Yunyao would be trapped in this illusion.
Fu Yunyao simply gazed at her, her beautiful eyes sparkling with subtle light.
Jiang Wanyin asked curiously, "Aren't you going to make a move? If I get killed by this demonic energy, you really won't be able to go back."
"Wanyin," she began, her voice a soft sigh, "That day, when I held you, still warm from your touch, I thought of the Rangchen Sword in Fuyusheng's hand. At that moment, I thought, if..."
"If I had been holding the Dust-Slaying Sword back then, would you have survived?"
She spoke softly, a smile slowly spreading across her face.
"How could I possibly kill you again?"
Jiang Wanyin stared at her in a daze, and she heard her soft voice.
"It's an illusion, there's more than one way to solve it."
Another solution?
Jiang Wanyin was stunned. She watched as the person in front of her raised his sword once more. The sword energy spread out and instantly suppressed the demonic energy that filled the sky.
The man in the sky watched them indifferently, as if all their struggles were futile in his eyes.
"Yun Yao!" Jiang Wanyin tried to stop her, "Do you know who he is? He is..."
"Of course I know." Fu Yunyao turned to look at her, her eyes filled with a smile.
"The afterimage of the Demon God, huh?"
"You know why?" Jiang Wanyin didn't understand. She clearly had a better way to leave the illusion.
Fu Yunyao smiled at her one last time, her sword energy spreading out, bringing with it her soft, even gentle voice.
"Wanyin, wait for me."
No one can come back alive from the hands of a demon god, even if it is just an afterimage of a demon god, it is still beyond their ability to fight.
She tried to stop Fu Yunyao, but was bound in place by the restriction on her wrist.
She looked down at the black jade pendant in her palm, and her gaze suddenly stopped.
She sensed a familiar demonic energy emanating from it, the same kind that had previously enveloped her—
A wisp of the demon god's soul...
Demonic energy and sword intent intertwined, and a raging wind brought with it swirling snowflakes and...
Blood droplets.
Warm blood fell onto Jiang Wanyin's face, mingling with her tears.
Her clear, bright eyes were filled with glistening tears.
The Dust Sword hummed continuously, its mournful sound echoing throughout the world.
Fu Yunyao held it, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
The dust-like restraints entangled her, and new bloodstains kept appearing. The dark red patterns mingled with the bright red blood, surging as if to erode her entire flesh and blood.
Fresh blood flowed down her fingertips, its icy blue color staining the Dust Sword with her warmth.
The frost formed by the sword intent gradually ceased to be pure white, but instead took on a bright red hue, both eerie and beautiful.
"Yun Yao, stop."
Behind her, Jiang Wanyin's voice was full of pleading.
Before her, the figure in the sky gazed at her indifferently.
Amidst the crimson frost covering the ground, Fuyun couldn't help but chuckle softly.
She just said...
"Wanyin, don't be afraid."
She lifted her foot and slowly stepped onto the heavenly ladder.
With each step, a blood-red ice flower blooms beneath one's feet.
The demonic energy that tried to suppress it was completely blocked by the sword intent of Chen.
At the end of the Heavenly Ladder, the demon god raised his hand once more, and demonic energy gathered in his hand.
With a light tap of his fingertip, the supreme pressure and destructive demonic energy surged towards her once more.
This time, it attempted to devour this overconfident mortal.
"Yun Yao!"
Jiang Wanyin stared at this scene, nearly fainting. The black jade pendant in her hand flashed wildly, just like her pounding heart.
Fu Yunyao did not pause in her steps.
She spoke softly, calling out.
"Let the dust settle."
The Dust Sword hummed as it left her hand, its sharp blade carrying a chilling, icy intent mixed with her warm blood.
A flash of silver sword light disappeared into the demonic energy.
The demonic energy continued to approach Fu Yunyao.
The wind whipped up her blood-stained clothes, and she lifted her foot, stepping onto the heavenly ladder once more.
The next instant, demonic energy exploded everywhere, scattering and dissipating in the air, slowly transforming into spiritual light that fell to the ground.
The spiritual light fell upon Jiang Wanyin, relieving her of the pain caused by the restriction and bringing her a gentle, girlish voice.
She told her.
"Don't be afraid, you can trust me."
Let the Dust Sword hover at the end of the Heavenly Ladder; before it, the afterimage of that demon god still lingers.
Fu Yunyao stepped onto the last step of the heavenly ladder, her smiling eyes meeting those golden pupils.
She let the Dust Sword fall back into her hand, smiled, and spoke softly.
"I've seen you before."
Those eyes remained indifferent and ruthless. He lowered his gaze, and the divine mark on his forehead flickered.
He raised his hand again, and this time, his fingertips merely touched the Dust-Relieving Sword.
He gently tapped the dust-covered sword.
"Zheng—"
The sound of swords rang out, and all the demonic energy surrounding them dissipated.
Spring light spilled onto the bright red frost, and also onto Fu Yunyao's blood-stained hem and the forbidden patterns that climbed up her face.
"Is it worth it, just a remnant soul?"
A faint, ethereal voice echoed in her heart.
Is it worth it?
She looked down at Jiang Wanyin, whose eyes were filled with tears.
She raised her eyebrows and spoke softly.
"I did it because I wanted to."
"But she will still die, the illusion will dissipate, and she will cease to exist."
She replied casually, "I know."
This illusion has long since merged with Jiang Wanyin's lingering soul; when the illusion dissipates, she too will perish.
"But none of that matters. I'll only do what I want to do. And now, I'm more interested in knowing whether I should call you a demon god, or..."
"Heaven, the Way?"
She uttered the last two words softly, her eyes clear and sharp.
He slowly raised his hand and gently touched her forehead from a distance.
"It's just a form of address; I'm really looking forward to meeting you in person."
Tiny rays of light fell from His fingertips into her brow.
Fu Yunyao looked up and saw her own golden pupils reflected in His eyes, which then slowly returned to their original state.
The intricate and eerie restriction patterns gradually faded from the side of her face, returned to her neck, and slowly disappeared beneath her clothes.
Finally, it converged on her wrist, just as it had when it first appeared on her body.
His body began to become transparent and ethereal until it completely vanished, leaving only a soft sigh.
"We will meet again."
"Is that so?" she replied, slowly turning around.
"I'm waiting for that day."
Bloodstained hem brushed against the Heavenly Ladder, leaving bloodstains amidst the bright red ice flowers.
The ladder gradually disappeared behind her.
Scattered sunlight fell on her, and a gentle breeze ruffled her hair.
The bright red frost reflected the light in the spring sunshine.
She tilted her head slightly and smiled at Jiang Wanyin.
Jiang Wanyin wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, met her gaze, and couldn't help but smile in her reddened eyes.
But the next moment, Fu Yunyao could no longer hold on. She spat out blood, which bloomed in the frost.
Jiang Wanyin stared blankly at the scene before her, a smile still lingering in her eyes.
“Yun Yao…”
She tried to support her swaying body, but her fingertips could only pass through Fu Yunyao's body.
She stared blankly at her fingertips, which had become ethereal and transparent, as strange array patterns slowly rose up.
Fu Yunyao looked up, her lips stained red with blood, and she gazed quietly at Jiang Wanyin.
Her eyes were gentle, yet filled with nostalgia.
She raised her hand, her fingertips spreading in mid-air, her voice very soft.
"Wanyin... this time, it's really time to say goodbye."
Jiang Wanyin's eyes were filled with tears. She also reached out her hand, and her transparent, ethereal fingertips touched each other across the void.
She smiled, her figure becoming increasingly transparent. "Then let me accompany you one last time."
Fu Yunyao smiled and said, "Alright, let's do it together..."
"Let's leave here."
She spoke the last four words very softly, and they eventually dissipated into the breeze.
She gazed at the completely vanished figure in green, her outstretched fingertips slowly curling upwards, yet she could not grasp the handful of fireflies.
Fu Yunyao closed her eyes.
She thought of Jiang Wanyin's lively and bright smile.
"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Jiang Wanyin from the Boundless Sect."
"..."
"Thud"
Water droplets fell onto the snow, blooming into pure white ice flowers.
She opened her eyes, slowly got up, and let the Dust Sword rest quietly in her hand.
Amidst the frost-covered sky, a strange array surrounded her.
Fu Yunyao seemed completely oblivious to it as she looked at the entrance to the forbidden area that had reappeared before her.
She lifted her foot and stepped once again into the place she had once desperately tried to escape.
In the dimly lit forbidden area, only the woman's slender back could be seen.
She was hunched over, blood constantly dripping from the corner of her mouth, falling onto the restrictive runes on the stone slab.
In the dim red light, Fu Yunyao saw the increasingly tight restriction patterns on her neck.
Sweat dampened her tousled hair. She slowly raised her head, her gaze blank as she looked at the girl who had suddenly appeared in the forbidden area.
Fu Yunyao stood at the entrance to the forbidden area, the light behind her casting a golden glow on her pure white, blood-stained clothes.
The ancient bell atop the library in Yaotai Realm rang.
The sound was long and lingering.
Su Rutang looked at her and asked in a hoarse voice, "How is it outside?"
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes and slowly walked to her side, then knelt down.
"The Demon Realm has been sealed, so let Master Chen Jian stay here and sacrifice his own soul as a sacrifice to uphold the Dao."
"Is that so?" she asked softly, glancing at the glowing sword on the altar. "If I die now, won't it be considered a suicide pact?"
She sighed softly, "I was thinking that once the Demon Realm was sealed, I would leave this place, but it seems I'll never have that chance."
Fu Yunyao's fingertips touched her hair. "I'll take you away."
She forced a smile, but the piercing pain made her instinctively move closer to the heat source.
She leaned against Fu Yunyao's chest and whispered, "Fine, I don't want to stay in such a cold place."
The loss of blood made her body grow colder and colder. "I always feel like I know you."
“Mmm.” Fu Yunyao hugged her. “In the distant future, we will be… lifelong friends.”
"Then, I want to be the one who can protect you." Her vision began to blur. "And you must not be trapped in this cold, desolate place."
"Okay," Fu Yunyao replied softly.
In the dark, forbidden area, she held the person in her arms, who was gradually growing cold, and spoke softly, "I still want to see you."
In the forbidden area of Yaotai Realm, there is now an unnamed spirit tablet, and the Rangchen Sword, which has returned to silence and is waiting for a new sword master and sacrifice.
Fu Yunyao carried her body and slowly walked out of the forbidden area.
The entrance was filled with disciples and elders from the Yaotai Realm.
The warm spring sunshine fell on them; it was such a warm day, but Fu Yunyao only felt cold.
My body is cold, and so is my heart.
The disciples of Yaotai Realm watched her intently, then stepped aside to make way for her.
Fu Yunyao walked slowly, her gaze sweeping over each disciple and elder.
They were all wounded; some could only stand with the help of others, while others remained forever on the border of the Demon Realm.
An invisible array barrier appeared before her. She stood before the barrier and asked, "What is the name of your Grand Elder?"
The disciples exchanged glances, and one of them replied, "The Grand Elder doesn't actually have a name. We call him Elder of All Beings because he always says that he—"
"I wish to see all living beings."
Desiring to see all living beings...
Fu Yunyao didn't actually like Yaotai Realm; it held a lot of pain for her.
What Yaotai Realm seemed to give her was always hopeless loneliness. During the ten years she was trapped in the forbidden area, she could not see Yao, nor could she wait for the future. She could only resonate with her own soul in the darkness day after day.
However, as she gazed upon the devastation before her, her former resentment and disgust strangely vanished.
She has found herself, she owns herself, and that is enough.
She lifted her foot and stepped into the array barrier.
The person in her arms had vanished, leaving her only emptiness and a formation that was constantly squeezing her soul, trying to extract it.
This was a formation specially set up for her, which even kept the Dust Sword at bay, preventing it from getting any closer.
Fu Yunyao stood in the center of the formation, as runes rained down on her.
She lowered her brows and remained standing in place, letting the incantations and her soul take over her body.
He knew perfectly well that this was Qingwu's purpose in going to great lengths to lure him to Baiyujing.
He wanted her to join him, and she did.
He wanted her to sacrifice herself to the sword...
Hearing the familiar sword sound, Fu Yunyao chuckled softly. In this world, it's always been a matter of whether she wants it or not; no one can coerce her.
The light from the array grew brighter and brighter, and the initial form of the sword embryo slowly appeared in mid-air.
Just as another incantation was about to fall on her.
Fu Yunyao finally raised her eyes, the golden, sacred divine mark in her pupils flickering.
She raised her hand and grasped a sword hilt in mid-air.
Spring returns.
Spring returns—
At the same time as her voice rang out, a familiar voice that she would never forget.
Bloodstains flowed across the jet-black sword blade, and the moment the sword intent spread, the ancient and intricate formation began to crumble inch by inch.
Beneath the boundless frost, there is destruction that seems to devour everything, but also the vitality of life that allows all things to grow.
Finally, the formation shattered, the fragments reflecting the spring light before disappearing completely into the air.
Fu Yunyao slowly raised her eyes.
Sure enough, only this method could make him willingly admit his identity and appear before her.
She used the formation that Qingwu had set up for her to lay a trap for him.
In the spring sunshine and amidst the falling snow, she gazed at the figure in red before her.
She always knew he would come.
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Author's Note: The countdown to Yu Yu's true identity being revealed has begun!
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