Chapter 281 I Can Help You
The speculation was only momentary, but Yu Yan dared not take the risk.
"Stop, I can help you."
She tried to negotiate with the will of Heaven.
The clouds of calamity grew thicker and thicker, and howling sounds echoed continuously from the Abyss of Godslaying.
Amidst the tangled broken vines and flying sand and stones, Feng Su was surprised as to why the tribulation lightning had stopped.
Seizing this brief moment, the nascent soul and demonic infant within the boy's dantian began to take shape, with spiritual and demonic energy swirling around him in a vortex.
Yu Yan's divine sense had been focused on Feng Su, and seeing this, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"You actually want to buy time to help him?"
Tiandao's voice carried a hint of playfulness, a timbre somewhere between that of a young man and a teenager.
Yu Yan remained noncommittal.
It seems that Heaven has taken her words to heart, otherwise it wouldn't have stopped and asked this question.
Isn't this perfectly suited to her stalling for time?
Yu Yan rubbed her wrist. She hadn't been injured in hundreds of years, but lately she had been getting cuts and bleeding frequently.
The white clothes on the woman's wrist were already stained with a little blood.
"You can't kill my disciple anyway, so why not do me a favor? On the contrary, I can help you get rid of Su Ruoruo."
Yu Yan said this without any sense of guilt.
In that direction, the Heavenly Dao seemed to remain silent for a long time.
The rumbling thunder continued, and two miniature clones within Feng Su's dantian were rapidly taking shape.
"Something that even the Heavenly Dao itself cannot accomplish..."
How can you do that?
The male voice spoke softly, sounding as if he didn't believe Yu Yan's words.
"Isn't my success today thanks to your help?"
Yu Yan narrowed her eyes.
The woman's luscious red lips were slightly upturned, exuding a languid air and an air of unbridled control.
"Otherwise, I would probably be obsessed with my disciple right now, wouldn't I?"
As she spoke, Yu Yan glanced at Tuanzi, who was undergoing tribulation.
That glance was rather faint, but unlike the gentleness of the past, it was filled with coldness.
She was thinking of the plot of the book.
Now, combined with the subtle goodwill that Heaven has shown her, she has roughly figured out the whole story.
The book in her sea of consciousness was given to her by the Heavenly Dao.
Heaven's will: "Hmph."
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Yu Yan thought she had made the right bet.
Little did she know that the moment her gaze fell upon the boy, he keenly sensed the coldness in her emotions.
Feng Su frowned deeply; he even thought he was hallucinating.
Otherwise, why would Master look at him like that?
The boy kept his eyes tightly closed, whether because he was focused on becoming an infant or because... he was afraid to open them.
"Since you think so highly of me, what's so difficult about trusting me one more time?"
The woman's tone was more composed than before.
"I, the Heavenly Dao, am only doing this because I see you are living a miserable life."
She was clearly his lucky charm, but she was killed by an outsider with a single sword. He was so disappointed in her!
Fortunately, nothing has happened yet.
Sure enough, his judgment was never wrong.
"But I don't believe you." The Heavenly Dao brewed another bolt of purple lightning, eager to test its power.
Yu Yan was almost laughing in anger, but she still stubbornly refused to admit it.
What do you want?
Heaven's will: "Swear an oath."
Yu Yan was speechless. Making her swear an oath?
She swore an oath, but wasn't she still bound by this Heavenly Law? How is that different from now?
Is it childish or not?
Yu Yan held up three fingers towards the tribulation clouds. The woman parted her lips and simply said,
"I swear."
Just those three words, nothing more.
The third lightning bolt struck down on Feng Su with a deafening roar.
Yu Yan didn't protect her this time because she knew that this lightning... was already a normal tribulation for a demonic infant.
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