Chapter 128 Now that you've encountered me, the Emperor, I'll grant you a glimmer of hope. Let's journey through this mortal world once more.
The bone flute hovered above the blood coffin, radiating a holy light that stood out starkly against the surrounding evil and filthy environment, as if a sacred object sealed for countless years had finally seen the light of day again.
As Shen Yuepo looked at the bone flute that had appeared out of nowhere, the throbbing in her heart intensified, and a sense of calling from the depths of her soul made her involuntarily take a step forward.
She hesitated for only a moment, but ultimately followed her heart and slowly raised her hand.
Her fingertips gently touched the floating bone flute.
It carries a strange sense of affinity, like a blood connection.
The instant she grasped the bone flute—
Countless chaotic and fragmented images violently rushed into her mind.
Scene 1: A dark and gloomy huge stone chamber.
A slender girl with a face exactly like hers was bound to a stone platform covered with runes.
She couldn't see the person's face clearly, only a dark figure with a pair of cold and ruthless eyes standing by the stone platform.
The shadowy figure's hand was greedily caressing the wound that had just been cut on the girl's arm on the stone platform. The blood flowing from the wound was emitting a faint golden halo.
The shadowy figure's voice was hoarse and fanatical, carrying a chillingly loving tone:
"My good disciple, don't be afraid, just bear with it."
"Your blood is a unique divine substance in this world! It can not only bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded, but it is also a treasure for refining supreme magical artifacts."
Master won't let you die; Master still needs you to attain the Great Dao..."
The girl on the stone platform had tears streaming down her face, and her eyes were filled with fear and hatred.
Scene 2:
It was still the same stone chamber, but the atmosphere was even more oppressive, as if the final moment had arrived.
The girl who looked exactly like her was tightly bound by countless red rune chains.
Her eyes no longer held fear, only resolve.
His body was engulfed in pure white light, carrying the will to incinerate everything.
She is launching a final counterattack at the cost of burning her own essence and even her soul.
"Old monster! I would rather be annihilated than become a vessel for your enlightenment!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a blinding white light engulfed her figure.
On the high platform, the dark figure shrouded in twisted shadows roared in shock and rage: "No! You wretch! How dare you destroy my foundation!!"
The shadowy figure unleashed terrifying black energy, attempting to suppress the girl's self-destruction, but was forced back half a step by the destructive force.
Just as the white light was about to completely annihilate the girl's soul—
The stone door to the stone chamber, which had been tightly shut, turned to dust without a sound.
A figure suddenly appeared at the doorway.
The emperor's dark robe with gold patterns fluttered in the wind, as Feng Jin, sensing the unusual activity in the area, rushed over.
However, all he could see were fragments of a soul that was about to completely dissipate.
The dark figure was furiously trying to seize the last remaining remnant of the soul.
Feng Jin raised his hand, and the black shadow reached for the remnant soul's hand, but it was firmly restrained by an invisible force.
Feng Jin's gaze swept over the messy evil array in the stone chamber and the furious black figure.
His deep voice echoed in the deathly silent stone chamber:
"Unexpectedly, even a primordial deity who is in charge of life and death would be misled by delusions and willingly fall into evil ways to prove his Dao through such despicable means."
Feng Jin didn't look at the dark figure; his gaze returned to the faint remnant soul.
The fragment was so faint it seemed it would shatter at the slightest touch, yet it still stubbornly flickered with a glimmer of indomitable light.
Feng Jin reached out his hand, and the faint fragment of his remnant soul was drawn by a gentle force, slowly drifting into his palm.
They curled up meekly, as if they had found their last refuge.
“Heh,” Feng Jin chuckled softly, a wisp of silver light containing the vitality of reincarnation gathering at his fingertips, gently enveloping the remnant soul.
"Consider yourself lucky. You've stumbled upon a rare moment when this Emperor is showing mercy."
He lowered his head, looking at the faint silver light in his palm, and said:
"Though your soul is shattered, your spirit remains. Now that you have met me, I will grant you a glimmer of hope. Let us journey through this mortal world once more."
As soon as he finished speaking, the silver light in his palm suddenly shone brightly, the soft light enveloping the remnant soul and transforming it into a thin silver thread.
Ignoring the spatial barriers, it instantly pierced through the walls of the stone chamber and floated towards the reincarnation passage.
The scene shifts to the dilapidated Black Wind Pass temple, where time seems to have rewound to a more distant past, yet the atmosphere remains equally eerie and bloody.
A shadowy figure, filled with resentment, appeared above the dilapidated temple.
He was clutching a bone flute tightly in his hand.
The dark figure let out a hoarse roar, "Even a mere bone dares to defy me! Suppress!"
The shadowy figure unleashed terrifying power, forcefully slamming the struggling bone flute into the ground.
At the same time, he rapidly formed hand seals, mobilizing the accumulated resentful and malevolent energy in the area, and slammed the bone flute fiercely into the center of the unformed blood coffin formation.
In the instant that it attempted to completely seal and suppress it, the bone flute unleashed a final burst of golden light in defiance.
Although the golden light was quickly suppressed by the evil power of the black shadow and sealed into the blood coffin, a tiny wisp of gold still managed to spurt out from the gap in the seal.
It landed precisely in the corner of the dilapidated temple, on the souls of the Lu siblings who were about to dissipate.
The bone flute was forcibly sealed into the unfinished prototype of the blood coffin, the golden light disappeared, and the dilapidated temple returned to deathly silence.
Thanks to the protection of this golden light, the souls of the Lu siblings were not scattered.
Shen Yuepo abruptly pulled himself out of the fragments of memory, staggered and leaned against the stone wall, panting heavily, his face as pale as paper.
Are these memories from her past life...?
This bone flute was her ritual implement.
That dark figure was her master from her past life...?
And Feng Jin was the god who saved "her" remnant soul and sent "her" into reincarnation?
It turns out that the Lu siblings were able to endure a century of torment because a wisp of golden light, released during the resistance when the bone flute was sealed, inadvertently protected them...
All the causes and effects, like an invisible thread, transcend time and space, and at this moment, before Shen Yuepo, they intertwine and converge.
Who was "she" in her past life?
Perhaps Feng Jin knows all this.
Shen Yuepo collected her thoughts, carefully put away the bone flute, and left the stone chamber.
They had just left the secret chamber and returned to the dilapidated temple.
"call!"
A cold, gusty wind swept in without warning.
Two figures appeared out of thin air in the eye of the storm.
The leader, clad in a golden imperial robe, was none other than Mingye, who had transformed into the form of Fengjin.
Half a step behind him stood another man.
This man was tall and robust, wearing a dark blue official robe embroidered with a ferocious ghost head.
His face was cold and stern, and his brows carried an imposing aura of authority.
Mingye's gaze immediately locked onto Chen Yuepo, and he slowly gave a knowing smile:
"Oh, it's you."
He looked Shen Yuepo up and down. "Tsk tsk, no wonder... no wonder that night when we fought, I felt that the aura around you was somewhat familiar, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it..."
"You didn't recognize me? You're that person's disciple? It's like finding a needle in a haystack."
He paused, then his smile deepened: "Your master asked me to tell you to come with us obediently. This time, he promises he won't hurt you again."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo showed no panic on her face. "Master?"
A mocking sneer appeared on her lips:
"Although my memories of my past life are incomplete, my master is only Master Yuxu, who taught me the Great Dao and protected me as a person in the Xujing Temple."
"As for that ugly shadowy figure, does he even deserve it?!"
The smile on Mingye's face vanished instantly, replaced by a sinister killing intent. "Chen Yuepo, don't be stubborn and refuse to listen to reason!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless pale, sinister bone claws appeared on the ground of the dilapidated temple, instantly covering the area around Chen Yuepo.
"If you want to fight, then fight! Stop talking nonsense!" Shen Yuepo took out his bone flute and unleashed a golden light that severed the ghostly hand that was lunging at him.
She stepped out of the dilapidated temple, her footsteps treading on the falling leaves, yellow talismans fluttering in her hand: "Today, I will settle both old and new scores!"
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