Chapter 51 Chaoyun Kingdom - Chaos Pearl (15) I only care about you...
If things continue to develop unchecked, she will likely be sucked into a dried-up corpse by the Chaos Pearl in no time.
Her life force was visibly disappearing from her body, and she felt so uncomfortable that she felt like she was about to explode. Song Qingshu and Li Fuchao were swallowed by the Xuan Turtle while trying to save her, and their fates were unknown.
The people in the city had their bodies chewed up by the evil spirits, and blood flowed like a river on Yuanwu Street. People were exchanging children to eat each other. Shi Xianxue didn't know why she could see it so clearly. The image was burning hot and unbelievable in her heart, and her eyes were throbbing with pain.
She looked at the Chaos Pearl with difficulty.
If this continues, she will not only fail to save everyone, but she will also perish herself.
Shi Xianxue closed her eyes, and a jeweled dagger floated out from her sleeve. She gritted her teeth and swung the dagger, severing her left arm.
A heart-wrenching pain shot through her from the severed arm. Her eyes stung with pain, her eyelashes twitched uncontrollably, and large, scalding tears streamed down her face. She felt as if she were about to faint at any moment.
But she couldn't faint; she still had to save people. If the male and female leads died, she would never be able to return to her own world.
Shi Xianxue sobbed as she used her own energy to repair the Mermaid Pearl Array.
However, the pain eroded her spiritual power. Compared to the pitifully small seedling she had been in before, there was no response whatsoever in her spiritual abode. Soon, she turned deathly pale due to excessive blood loss, and even her cries ceased.
The bleeding from the wound wouldn't stop, his body swayed precariously, and his vision began to blur.
A faint sigh drifted from the void, "This generation's goddess is truly useless."
Shi Xianxue felt that the voice was familiar, but the pain in her body made it impossible for her to concentrate.
As she fell rapidly, someone gently caught her body.
The cool fingertips touched her forehead, and warm energy flowed into Shi Xianxue's blood vessels. She felt her body begin to heat up, and the pain in her wounds subsided.
The voice continued, "You are the only goddess in this world, bearing the destiny of stabilizing the land and protecting all living beings. You must sacrifice your life and soul for all living beings, just like the first goddess Kongsang. This is the meaning of your existence."
"Your mother helped you evade responsibility and hid for so many years, which has triggered divine punishment. Do you want your mother's soul to suffer the torment of heavenly lightning for eternity?"
Shi Xianxue's eyes became vacant.
"And your sister Qing Shu, your brother Li, all the innocent people of Chaoyun City have been harmed by you and turned into this state." The figure continued to bewitch her, "Awaken all your abilities to make amends for the sins your mother committed, and I will help you find your mother's soul and reunite you and your mother."
Shi Xianxue slowly closed her eyes. Her controlled mind made her offer up her spiritual power without reservation, and the serpentine holy mark burned like flames on her forehead.
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Wu Ying stopped the crane and helplessly stayed by her master's side.
Until they saw their master's body radiate golden light, and countless beautiful patterns appeared on his face.
Wu Ying panicked, "Master, no! You've already exhausted most of your spiritual energy trying to break the formation. If you force a breakthrough, your body won't be able to handle it."
It couldn't help but resent Shi Xianxue: "She never learns her lesson. Master shouldn't have been so soft-hearted. He should have just turned her into a puppet."
Wu Xiutang's eyelids were half-closed, and the light around him increased rather than decreased. The golden patterns deepened, like golden wounds, and his whole body appeared to be in a state of collapse and shattering.
Wu Ying knew he could hear him, so he was ignoring his words. At this moment, he felt that the two of them were a perfect match, both as stubborn as mules.
The flamingo sensed the disturbance and peeked out to investigate, just in time to see that the serpentine holy mark on Wu Xiutang's forehead had merged with the symbol of his own soul.
The flamingo's eyes went black.
No matter how powerful he is, he is still just a mortal. He actually risked fusing the tree heart into his own soul. Does he really not want to live?
During the time his master was missing, he not only healed his wounds but also returned to the Corpse Village to consult a large number of ancient books.
The Wushan tribe, twin flowers, shared destiny, and mutual understanding of pain—these elements combined are something even an uneducated fire ibis would understand.
It is a parasitic curse of the Wushan gods.
A parasitic curse infused with the power of a goddess.
But he could not speak of it. He belonged to the ancient gods. The lineage of the Emberfire Divine Tree was fortunate enough to enter the ranks of gods and have a long life because the first goddess Kongsang bestowed divine power upon them. Their gratitude to the goddess was like a surging river. This was clearly a restriction set up by the elder Wushan to protect the goddess.
But then he thought about it and realized that he wasn't one of those tree branches; he was a bird, a divine bird! So he secretly took the book containing the ancient secrets of Wushan.
Wu Xiutang opened the book, and moonlight shone on the paper, which was as thin as an egg membrane.
The parasitic curse can only be broken if the victim submits completely to the master of the curse, acknowledging him as their master and becoming his servant, vowing never to betray him. But Wu Xiutang is not the kind of person who would obey others and bow down to become a slave. Therefore, he was affected by the backlash of the parasitic curse and his ability to move was restricted by the master of the curse.
While it cannot be completely eradicated, there are ways to temporarily suppress it. For example, one could risk using the heart of a divine tree imbued with the power of the goddess to merge into one's own soul and break through the parasitic curse. This could break the restrictions imposed by the master curser on the caster's actions. However, if any mistake is made during this process, the caster's soul will be completely lost and reduced to ashes.
As it pondered its fate after Wu Xiutang's death, a burst of flame nearly scorched its feathers.
It shrieked and flapped its wings, flying away. Then Wu Ying shouted, "Master!"
The flamingo looked down and saw a figure break through the clouds and fly rapidly downwards, quickly disappearing from its sight.
Song Qingshu was unable to get close to Shi Xianxue, who was enveloped by the light of the Chaos Pearl.
She seemed to be trapped in a terrible nightmare, and looked extremely distressed.
This state was very similar to when she was at No Return Mountain, but the difference was that the power she unleashed at No Return Mountain, though immense, was gentle and wouldn't harm anyone. But this time—
Song Qingshu suspected that someone was controlling her to forcibly awaken her abilities.
However, her abilities were no match for the ancient artifacts, and Fu Chao was also facing the attack of the Xuan Turtle alone, so he obviously needed help.
Song Qingshu was caught in a dilemma.
The Xuan Turtle was firmly bound by the chains generated by the Xuanhe Sword. Li Fuchao made a hand seal, seemingly sensing her thoughts, and made a decision: "I will hold it off, you save Shishi."
After saying that, he leaped up, bit his finger and quickly drew blood runes on his palm, then knelt on one knee and slapped the spinal column of the tortoise.
The turtle was indeed frozen in place, and the seawater in its mouth quickly froze, but this obviously wouldn't last long.
Song Qingshu quickly looked away.
When she was at the mountain of no return, she could control the fire that protected the mountain, which may not be a coincidence. The ethereal peak with its heavy snowfall may not have been her dream.
Perhaps there really is something inside her that resonates with it.
So she withdrew her attack and tried to grab the Chaos Pearl with her hands, using softness to overcome hardness. When she finally received a faint response from the artifact, before she could even rejoice, she was thrown away by a fierce external force.
The Snow Chant Sword protected its master, quickly moving behind her to support her back and prevent her from falling.
As Song Qingshu looked up to see who it was, a strong smell of blood filled her nostrils.
To her astonishment, she saw that Young Master Wu's face was frighteningly pale, his mouth was stained with blood, and his clothes were covered in splattered blood. Most shockingly, his body was outlined with a circle of dancing golden flames, which burned away the clouds and mist wherever they went.
Without even looking at himself, he smoothly raised his hand and cleaved a path in the barrier set up by the Chaos Pearl.
Without turning his head, he entered the Chaos Pearl.
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"That's it, good boy." The voice in the mist sounded like an extremely kind teacher, patiently guiding a disobedient student.
"You have so many people you care about: Linglong, Qi Yunchu, Zhou Zheyue, Song Qingshu, Li Fuchao, or even Wu Xiutang, who always argues with you. Are you willing to let them disappear from this world?"
"Go ahead and sacrifice yourself for the sake of all living beings. We are all behind you."
The clouds parted and the fog cleared, revealing a smooth road ahead. Shi Xianxue was captivated by the hope he had created, and walked forward as if frozen in place. Suddenly, two blooming Cloud Brocade Spiritual Lotuses sprouted from beneath her feet, as if possessing a miniature energy vortex. Rope-like vines wrapped around her legs, preventing her from moving forward even an inch.
The seductive voice abruptly stopped, and the voice appeared before Shi Xianxue in a fit of rage, reaching out to grab the two Spiritual Lotus plants.
Ling Tan unleashed a powerful energy surge, scorching Zhang Qing's palm until it was a bloody mess.
Realizing what this was, Zhang Qing laughed angrily: "There's even another shackle." His eyes narrowed, and he said in a mocking tone, "Your mother, in order to protect you, didn't hesitate to let you lose something so important."
"In that case, let me help you, little goddess."
Just as he was about to untangle the two troublesome Spiritual Lotus plants, a bloodthirsty killing aura transformed into a sharp blade from the void and slashed over. He never expected that someone could break into the barrier set up by the Chaos Pearl so quickly. He couldn't dodge in time and had his entire arm sliced off by the bloody blade.
With his severed arm lying on the ground, Zhang Qing seemed oblivious to the pain, looking calmly at the newcomer.
The boy was covered in blood, his murderous aura surging, like a ruthless killer.
"She came so quickly, it seems she's really important to you." Zhang Qing smiled, her expression somewhat alluring. "But I'm curious, is it because she's inherently important to you, or is it because of the parasitic curse within her?"
"Enough with the nonsense." Wu Xiutang flipped his hand, igniting a cluster of white-gold flames. Black and crimson gold swirled in his pupils, and a black and white Dharma wheel flickered on his forehead. His smile was wicked and contemptuous. "You only need to know that today is your death day."
The smile on Zhang Qing's lips slowly faded. He pondered something in silence, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were fierce as he attacked Wu Xiutang at close range.
He's completely courting death.
When the fire blade ripped a huge, dark hole into Zhang Qing's chest, a look of bewilderment and panic appeared on his face. Before he could investigate further, he turned into reddish-gray ashes and vanished.
As the lingtan faded, Shi Xianxue's black hair cascaded down her waist. She stood obediently in place, her thick eyelashes trembling lifelessly. Her once bright and spirited almond-shaped eyes, which always radiated a hint of cleverness, were now veiled by a thin layer of gray mist.
Excessive consumption made her soul somewhat fragile and transparent. She frowned uncomfortably, but her thoughts drifted aimlessly, unable to return to their source.
Perhaps, only at times like these can she stay quietly by his side, unable to utter any words that would anger him.
Wu Xiutang touched her face and took out two pink hair ribbons from the Wuliang cloth bag, with jingling decorations like gold ingots hanging from the bottom.
He twirled a strand of hair between his fingers and asked gently, "Why don't we just die here and end it all?"
Her black hair twirled nimbly between her fingers, and she quickly styled it into two fluffy ponytails for Shi Xianxue. Gold ingot decorations dangled from the ends of the braids, making them look lively and charming.
Although Shi Xianxue's mind was not yet fully focused, upon hearing these words, she whimpered like a puppy and turned to the side.
"Alright." He laughed so hard he coughed up blood. The black Dharma wheel on his forehead was exchanging information in a chaotic manner. He was in so much pain he felt like he was suffocating, and his soul was trembling uncontrollably. Yet, he still comforted her by tidying up her braid and wiping the blood off her face.
He stared into her eyes, a self-deprecating expression on his face. "I know you've never wanted to be with me."
But, Shi Xianxue, you have so many people you care about and would give everything for, but I'm different. I only care about you, and that's all I'll ever care about—
I'll kiss you alone.
The tree heart was ripped from the spirit, dripping with blood. He grabbed Shi Xianxue by the back of her neck and leaned down to kiss her lips.
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