"The scenery..." Fang Yue called softly, but received no response.
Her body transformed into specks of light, much like fleeting snowflakes, and vanished into his arms. Along with her, the Cold Abyss Sword she had given him also disappeared.
Fang Yue sat on the ground for a long time before standing up. His body was devoid of any living aura, only deathly stillness remained. Beneath his feet was a black purgatory, and the crimson gates of hell opened, revealing countless pairs of black skeletal hands. They grabbed the disciples who were still trapped in the barrier and unable to escape, dragging them one by one into the bottomless black abyss. Some of the skeletons even grabbed Fang Yue's feet.
Fang Yue lowered his head and remained motionless, his expression unreadable. He seemed oblivious to the wails around him. Dressed in white, he appeared even more sinister and terrifying amidst the surrounding black inferno.
Those outside the barrier remained silent in fear.
As the eerie black aura spread to his waist, he slightly raised his eyes, and his thin lips suddenly curved into a smile. This beautiful smile was both incredibly alluring and incredibly cold.
"You all must live well..." he whispered gently, "live well, and wait for me to take your lives."
He didn't have the right to say those words. Everyone told him that once you enter the gates of hell, death is the only outcome. But knowing this is one thing, and instinctively feeling fear is another.
Mu Ning, standing in the crowd, softly called out, "Senior Brother..."
Fang Yue's gaze shifted slightly and landed on her.
That gaze... was utterly lifeless.
He included himself among the people he wanted to kill!
Completely exhausted, Mu Ning collapsed to the ground, clutching her head and murmuring in anguish, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
She never thought of killing anyone, let alone Feng Guang, whether it was her master, her eldest brother, or any of the other brothers. She just wanted everyone to be the same as before. Why couldn't everyone be like before...
Fang Yue looked at Yi Mu and said slowly, "I will take back everything you owe me."
The black, ghostly aura had already obscured half of his face, making his smile appear even more chilling.
Master Yimu's expression froze, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
After the black mist swallowed the last man, the crimson gate to hell closed, and everything returned to peace.
Without Chu Yu and Fang Yue, the Xuanmen sect has lost its former glory.
Another sect is also not at peace today.
On Xuan Qingzi's orders, Shang Baizi made a special trip to Haomiao Peak and stayed in her bamboo house for several hours. Shang Baizi sat in a chair, yawning, and he was getting a little impatient.
He didn't know what had gotten into his master today, insisting that he come to Haomiao Peak and sit there until the scenery appeared. But he waited until sunset, and there was still no sign of his junior sister. This was not good. It was almost the little girl's mealtime. She was growing and couldn't be hungry. What if his junior sister thought he was abusing her?
Just as Shang Baizi was thinking that he should leave, a flash of light appeared in the room. He first smelled a strong stench of blood, and then saw a girl in red sitting opposite him, unconscious and slumped on the table.
"Gorgeous scenery!"
Shang Baizi was so shocked that he dropped the fan in his hand. Without thinking, he quickly took out the longevity lamp that Xuan Qingzi had given him, placed it on the table and lit it. Then, he quickly hugged Feng Guang and lay down on the bed before rushing out to inform Xuan Qingzi.
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