Chapter 34
Jiang Liuya's understanding of the power of chaos did not come solely from those vague and unfounded rumors.
There was another very important reason why she jumped into the chaos without regard for anything else, and that was her natal Gu—Lin Yuan.
From the moment Lin Yuan became the Gu King, it inherited a portion of the Gu Venerable's memories. The Gu Venerable was a legendary figure, the pinnacle of Gu Dao, but in this world, he was not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao and had not appeared for a thousand years, as if his traces had been completely erased.
However, in the information Lin Yuan transmitted to her, she discovered a trace of the Gu Lord. Hidden within this chaotic power was the Gu Lord's legacy, which was Jiang Liuya's reason for insisting on entering no matter what.
Chaos, as black as ink, surged and churned wildly, engulfing her within it.
She was like a fallen leaf, stumbling and falling in endless delusion.
Jiang Liuya has been wandering here for a very, very long time.
She was exhausted, both physically and mentally, in the long darkness.
In this endless darkness, she was less than a speck of dust, as if she were merely an insignificant existence in this vast universe.
In the darkness, a sharp voice pierced the silence like a blade: "Jiang Liuya, why don't you just die!"
The voice suddenly appeared, carrying endless malice, and came from all around.
"You are so useless, as insignificant as an ant, that your life or death cannot even cause a ripple," the shrill voice continued.
It seemed as if something was lurking in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to make her disappear completely into the endless darkness.
Jiang Liuya's gaze wandered aimlessly in the darkness, then suddenly her blank eyes began to focus.
"Why should I die? If I am as insignificant as an ant, can't this world even tolerate an ant?!"
Actually, she didn't see anything.
However, a flame still burned in my heart.
"It is precisely because I am weak that I must become strong. I still have a long way to go!" Jiang Liuya roared in the darkness, as if she wanted her voice to pierce through the long night.
A bright light appeared, followed by a sudden gust of wind. Jiang Liuya felt dizzy and drifted aimlessly, not knowing where she had ended up.
When I woke up again, I was surrounded by the same scene from my dream.
The familiar courtyard, the place that haunted her dreams.
In the courtyard, a few spiritual plants grew idly, swaying gently in the breeze. The old house, old yet rustic, and the winding corridors—everything exuded a familiar aura.
Following her memory, Jiang Liuya entered the alchemy room, her heart filled with anticipation.
Master Yuhe Zhenren was refining pills with his senior brother Ayuan and junior sister Xiaochu. The flames in the furnace roared, illuminating their focused faces. Master Yuhe Zhenren's hands moved skillfully, placing various medicinal herbs into the furnace one by one, his hands constantly forming hand seals. Ayuan and Xiaochu watched attentively from the side.
Jiang Liuya thought to herself, "Why didn't they call me when they were refining pills? It must be because my senior brother and junior sister are too stupid, and Master wants to give them extra tutoring."
She stood quietly at the door, watching, but dared not make a sound to disturb them.
After a moment, Jade and Immortal saw her.
"Little Willow Bud, you're back?" she said with a warm smile.
For some reason, tears suddenly welled up in my eyes.
I thought I had shed all the tears I would ever cry in my life.
Seeing my master's smile again, seeing this heartwarming scene again, felt like a lifetime ago.
"Senior sister, why are you crying?" Xiao Chu asked worriedly, her clear eyes full of concern.
"You're so old, and you're still crying!" A-Yuan always teased her, but in his disdainful words, I could hear a hint of concern.
"Little Willow Sprout, come in quickly." Her master beckoned to her.
The gesture seemed to be calling to a lost child.
The moment she stepped into the alchemy room, everything collapsed without warning.
In an instant, she fell from a great height, landing straight on the ground, her whole body wracked with indescribable pain.
Jiang Liuya struggled to get up, but the scene before her eyes terrified her.
She was transported back to that day, to the sight of her loved ones lying in pools of blood, lifeless. Their faces were frozen in terror and rage, their mangled bodies gushing blood.
Jiang Liuya stood there stunned for a long time, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"Your master who raised you is dead, and your fellow disciples who grew up with you are also dead. Their deaths are inextricably linked to you. Since they are all dead, why do you still live?" the voice continued to bewitch.
Jiang Liuya forcefully wiped away her tears, her reddened eyes glaring fiercely at the darkness.
"What good would my death do? Could my life bring them peace?"
As she questioned him, a hurricane followed, sweeping away everyone and everything in sight.
In this vast and desolate world, only I remain, all alone.
The surrounding scenery changed again; in the rainy night, a group of men in black surrounded her.
The rain poured down, and the man in black, cloaked in black, obscured his face. Suddenly, they all attacked her, but despite her best efforts, she couldn't muster a single drop of spiritual power.
Streams of spiritual energy pierced through her limbs and body, finally breaking through her core.
She fell again, this time into the sea.
A giant wave crashed in, and she was like a decaying corpse, bobbing and struggling on the edge of drowning.
Whenever she gathers some strength and tries to leave the water, an even bigger wave always comes crashing down.
Suddenly, many black snakes appeared in the water and frantically coiled around her.
Suddenly, a giant ghost face appeared in mid-air, and the black snakes on her body transformed into Gu patterns that roamed all over her body.
Memories are dissected by a rusted blade.
She huddled in the darkness, her long hair disheveled and spread out. The masked man stood behind her, black energy slowly spreading from his fingertips, weaving a spiderweb-like cage beneath her flesh, tightly binding her.
"From this day forward, you shall not disobey any of my orders, or you shall suffer a fate worse than death."
Beneath the tattered skirt were bruises and welts, old wounds bursting open again in the struggle, blood dripping down her thighs, her fingertips digging deep into her palms.
In despair and pain, I once fantasized that the person I once loved would remember our past relationship and save me from my predicament.
In the end, all that remained of his fantasies was the cold look in his eyes as he left.
In this world, no one can save her from her predicament except herself.
"Being toyed with and betrayed by your beloved, and wantonly trampled and humiliated by your enemy, what face do you have to live? All the people you love have left you, and this world is left only with the people you hate! Let it end, it should all end." The voice said slowly, each word echoing clearly in the space.
After a long while, the sound finally disappeared completely, leaving only her rapid breathing in the space.
She was like a candle flickering in the wind, struggling to burn her last embers.
But how could she be willing to die in such an unclear and ambiguous way?
Doesn't a wild grass that falls into a crack in the rock have the right to survive?
Who is the one who deserves to die? Could it really be her? It shouldn't be the person who abandoned her, it shouldn't be those who bullied and harmed her! Why not let those people die, but instead let her, who has suffered so much, die?
Why should she die? She should live a good life and let all the people she hates die!
"I'm determined to live! I'm going to become the most powerful cultivator and stand at the pinnacle of this world!" Jiang Liuya roared madly in her heart.
In the darkness, the onlookers who witnessed the entire event sighed silently, seemingly marveling at the female cultivator's tenacious vitality—how could she have survived so long without extinguishing the flame of life? During this process, if she had even the slightest thought of giving up, she would have vanished forever into this chaos.
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