“Alas, I am now even more convinced that what you did was wrong,” the old man sighed and said, “What are you going to do next?”
"If she doesn't come out in another half hour, I'll have no choice but to take action," said the woman named Xiaoqing.
There's nothing we can do about it; waiting too long isn't a good thing either.
On the other side, Sui Xin repeatedly bombarded the surrounding barrier, trying to open a gap to find Xi Yun. He had been waiting for a long time.
"Yun'er, please don't do anything foolish," Sui Xin thought to himself, every second was torture for him.
Xi Yun was still crying. She seemed to be trapped in a cycle, with Sui Xin dying and being covered in wounds before her eyes time and time again.
Those memories are like a hurdle that I can't seem to overcome.
This is the test of the True Essence Realm, and there are only three possible outcomes.
One type of person, having experienced little suffering, can get through life peacefully; the second type chooses to forget and completely get rid of it; the third type chooses to endure, but in the end, they will all be left with some aftereffects, just to varying degrees.
However, Xiyun doesn't seem to fall into any of these three categories now. After her previous farewell to Suixin, she subconsciously immersed herself in her memories, unwilling to forget the beautiful past, yet also suffering the torment of pain.
Or rather, she could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, and could only passively accept the scene presented before her.
"Sigh, never mind," the woman said, raising her hand as a white stream of energy entered Xi Yun's brow.
Half an hour had passed when she made her move.
The airflow was like an arrow, shattering the scene before Xi Yun's eyes, turning everything, whether beautiful or painful, into dust that drifted away with the wind.
"No," Xi Yun was stunned, her eyes gradually becoming empty and lifeless, as if she had lost her soul.
"Ah!" Xi Yun cried out outside, spitting out a mouthful of blood that landed on the altar.
His aura floated erratically on his body, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and the originally pure white aura was tinged with a hint of blood.
With a "whoosh," suddenly, a beam of light flashed, and the altar, along with Xi Yun, disappeared from Xiao Qing and the old man's sight.
"Oh no!" the woman exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" the old man asked.
“The altar was stained with her blood and recognized her. In addition, she was in a bad state, so the altar probably thought she was in danger and moved her away directly,” the woman explained.
"Is it still possible to catch up?"
"No, the altar automatically concealed her presence, and with the barrier in place, I can't sense her anymore," the woman explained.
"What should we do then? We can't just wander around," the old man asked, his anxiety visibly evident.
Xiaoqing stroked her chin and thought for a while. "Here's what we'll do: tell Ye Suixin to go look for him. We can only rely on him now."
"Okay," the old man replied without hesitation, instantly returning to Suixin's side.
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