Chapter 64 Destroying the Mind
Everyone was extremely nervous. No one thought the phantom was exaggerating. After all, an ancient dragon that would drag the entire galaxy down to hell to achieve its goals would surely have deadly methods.
Feather Fan, however, calmly walked down the last step to the solid ground.
The moment her feet touched solid ground, the illusion array reappeared. It was the same courtyard, with flowers, trees, blue sky, white clouds, and a gentle breeze ruffling her hair.
He calmly walked towards the courtyard with the feather fan in hand.
She held her son's hand, with Matt and Mina following closely on either side. The two men were so nervous that their palms were sweating, but in their hearts, the belief that they would protect the lady and the young master at all costs sustained them, so they went without hesitation.
Following closely behind was Mu Ye. At this moment, even Dai Yingying couldn't help but hesitate, wondering whether she should immediately turn around and retreat from the way she came.
Hanakage Kazuki followed, not out of loyalty, but because at this point there was no other choice.
If he escapes with his life but the most important people in his life are all dead, Lord Bai will definitely not let him go.
In the end, Dai Yingying and Qiu Jichuan followed. In a place like this, it's definitely better to be together than to fight alone.
As the feather fan pushed open the courtyard gate and stepped inside, the red-clad phantom sneered, "You really don't know what's good for you. Do you think you can break the formation just by entering it?"
"How will you know if you don't try?" Yu Shan chuckled, then began to stroll around the courtyard.
First, he went into the woodshed to see the pheasants and rabbits hanging from the rafters, and then returned to the courtyard to reach out and touch the tender cucumbers growing on the trellis.
The soft spines on the surface of the cucumber gleamed in the sunlight, looking very appetizing.
"Once you've entered this door, you'll never be able to leave again in your entire lives." The red-clad phantom spoke again at this moment.
"Really?" Yu Shan looked at him with a smile. The next second, she used her maximum speed to sprint and leap onto the swing between the two big trees.
Then he took down the diary and half a bamboo tube of ink that the girl had hidden in the tree branch in the illusion.
She unscrewed the bamboo tube lid, making a gesture as if to pour it onto the diary, but heard the illusory figure shout in a panic, "Stop! Stop!"
"Oh? What are you afraid of? This is just an illusion you created. You can just rebuild what you destroyed." Feather Fan smiled faintly.
"You! You! Fine, I give up! As long as you return the diary and the ink to me, I'll let all of you leave," the red-clad phantom said through gritted teeth.
"The sins you have committed are beyond redemption even by death, so why should I have any pity for you?"
With a cold laugh, Yu Shan flicked his right hand and poured the ink directly onto the open diary. He then crumpled and tore it a few times to ensure the diary was completely ruined.
"No—!!!" the phantom screamed in agony, as if its heart and lungs had been ripped out.
Feather Fan wasn't about to let him off the hook, continuing to sneer: "What? You feel sorry for him? It's just a diary, but how many families have you destroyed, how many people have been broken apart, how many loved ones have been separated by death!"
Their pain far surpasses yours by a thousandfold, a hundredfold; have you ever felt even a sliver of pity for them?
"Aaaaaah! You destroyed Ayao's diary and ink, which were her last possessions. Without these, this illusion can never be made so realistic again."
"I will kill you all, tear you to pieces! And I will burn your souls with the fire of the true dragon every day until they are completely destroyed!" the red phantom said viciously.
"A true dragon? You dare to call yourself one? Look at the horns on your head, haven't they shrunk into little bulges?"
You're not even a dragon anymore; if you continue like this, you'll regress to a mere little snake.
But isn't that just right? Your Ayao didn't fall in love with a real dragon, but with a little snake named Ajin.
"If you appeared before A Yao in the form of a true dragon, she, being a mortal, would probably be terrified to death. How could she possibly love you?" Yu Shan continued.
"You're right, A Yao fell in love with the little snake, not the real dragon. So what's the point of me desperately cultivating and trying to obtain the Thousand-Year Spirit Transformation Fruit?" The red-clad phantom seemed to have forgotten his anger and fell into a dazed state.
"If you are willing to be A Yao's little snake forever, you can stay by her side forever. Although you cannot grant her immortality, you can shield her from all harm and accompany her until old age," Yu Shan continued, her voice filled with an all-pervasive seduction.
"Alright, I won't be a dragon anymore. I want to be Ayao's little snake forever." The red-clad phantom suddenly transformed into a small, light golden snake.
The little snake crawled to a wall in the east wing, where a door suddenly appeared in the middle of the once seamless wall.
When Yu Shan surveyed the entire courtyard earlier, she didn't see this door at all. Even after she activated her spiritual eyes upon entering the courtyard, she still couldn't find the door. This shows that A Jin used a special method to hide the existence of this door.
Feather Fan silently followed Ah Jin, who had transformed into a small snake, and entered the door.
This is a very ordinary farmhouse bedroom. Only from the color of the bed curtains and a simple, light-colored wooden dressing table can one tell that this is a girl's boudoir.
The little snake climbed onto the dressing table, its tiny head gently rubbing against everything on it.
A wooden comb, a bronze mirror, a cheap silver hairpin, and a cheap silk flower that was half new and half old.
Then it climbed onto the bed in the bedroom, wandered to the rectangular pillow, curled up into a ball, slowly closed its eyes, and fell asleep.
With her hands forming a hand seal, Yu Shan began to purify the black energy swirling around the small snake.
However, there was simply too much black energy, and she broke out in a cold sweat. Just when she felt she couldn't hold on any longer, a branch suddenly sprouted from her wrist. The branch had eight leaves on top, and a golden, full-moon-shaped flower bloomed at the very tip.
The flower nuzzled the feather fan affectionately, much to her delight.
This is actually the Holy Moon Pure Lotus recorded in the ancient books of the Holy Witch Clan!
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