Chapter 109 If We Disappear
A sudden crack appeared in the sky, and a blood moon hung in the heavens.
The chaos recorded countless times in history has finally come to pass. Who wouldn't be astonished and terrified? Mortals locked their doors, and all sects stood ready in solemn anticipation. As the demonic energy emanating from the underground gradually eroded the horizon, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom. The emergency meeting convened in the council hall was unprecedentedly bustling with activity, a sea of voices and heads. Everyone was anxious and fearful because of the scene before them. The Heavenly Dao—what was that? It was an existence that these mortals could strive their entire lives to be worthy of, yet could never reach. It was an absolutely inviolable deity, like ants facing humans. No matter how much malice the other poured out, they could only endure it. Resistance was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a futile and overestimating effort.
After the initial clamor, there was a deathly silence.
This apocalyptic scene was something even cultivators who had lived for hundreds of years had never witnessed before. The world was devastated, and the air was thick with the stench of decay and blood, all foreshadowing the impending end and death of this world. High on the throne, the sect leaders of several major sects sat together, their faces etched with the marks of time.
The sects and factions had been in chaos for a long time because of this incident, and they couldn't come up with a good solution to appease people. For a moment, everyone seemed to have lived for hundreds of years again, and they were so tired that they looked dejected.
No one can remain calm in the face of a sudden disaster.
...
The cultivation world is in chaos now. For Ya Feiyu, this is not the first time he has experienced such chaos. On the contrary, he feels familiar with it and is more relaxed in dealing with it. At least he is not like others who are so chaotic that they have almost forgotten how to walk.
Even this environment is still helpful to him now.
Cultivators generally feel intense discomfort and unease in environments filled with demonic energy, as if their entire being, including their heart, is suspended high in the air, with nowhere to find peace of mind. But for demonic cultivators, places filled with demonic energy are like spiritual energy to cultivators. Ya Feiyu is now considered a demonic cultivator, so this demonic energy is harmless to him, and may even improve his physical condition.
However, the negative effects of the demonic energy cannot be ignored. The already weak body gradually lost its temperature and became cold under the erosion of the demonic energy. The sky remained like this for several days in a row, without sunshine and the wind was not warm. It was as sharp as a blade, relentlessly sweeping away people's temperature.
Ya Feiyu exhaled, placing his pale, weak hands on the armrest to support himself as he stood up. He had indeed lost some strength during this time, but in return, his control over demonic energy had deepened. Having adapted to the unease he had felt recently, he was using demonic energy with increasing ease, gradually showing signs of his past life. Whenever he thought of this, Ya Feiyu couldn't help but sigh. His fate seemed the same no matter how he tried to escape; even though he had relied on Ye Chi to avoid everything in this life, he still couldn't stop the plot from coming to him on its own. Looking at his increasingly thin hands, he sighed again. In that instant, he felt as if he had aged hundreds of years.
Faced with this great calamity, all he could do was protect the innocent and those he loved.
Just then, the wooden door was gently pushed open, and Ye Chi walked in, his face visibly tired: "Master."
Ya Feiyu looked up at the sound, a hint of heartache flashing in her eyes: "You're back?"
"Hmm." Ye Chi took a few steps forward, wrapped his arms tightly around Ya Feiyu's waist without saying a word, and buried his head deep in Ya Feiyu's neck without saying a word.
During this time, even Ye Chi, who was usually the most talkative and lively, gradually became silent. He pursed his lips, as if a huge rock was weighing heavily on his heart, and his expression became unusually solemn. Ya Feiyu didn't know what was on his mind that his usually cheerful little apprentice was hiding. Since Ye Chi didn't say anything, he naturally didn't ask. He just quietly patted his shoulder to comfort him.
After a long silence, Ye Chi finally spoke, "Master, after this matter is over, I'll take you back to my hometown for a visit, okay?"
Seemingly surprised by his words, Ya Feiyu's heart skipped a beat, followed by an overwhelming sense of desolation. Once this matter was resolved, he feared he would never see Ye Chi again. The thought cast a shadow over his heart, and a wave of bitterness welled up uncontrollably, nearly causing him to burst into tears. Fortunately, his years of experience allowed him to suppress the urge. He took a deep breath, his gaze towards Ye Chi filled with tenderness and longing, as if he feared never seeing him again. His thin lips curved slightly, and he nodded gently: "Okay, I'll go back with you."
Ye Chi finally smiled, looking like a large,憨厚 (honest and simple) dog, and said in a silly way: "Master is the best, the very best."
That being said, both of them harbored their own ulterior motives.
After Ye Chi finished speaking, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, burying his head in Ya Feiyu's neck as if he would never rise again. Where Ya Feiyu couldn't see, his clear, dark eyes revealed only weariness and despair. Ya Feiyu believed deep down that the Heavenly Rift was aimed directly at him, but Ye Chi believed it was directed at him. He shouldn't have appeared in this world; he was a mortal who had disrupted the order of Heaven. If Heaven were to descend now, seeking to correct the timeline, he, having altered the course of everything, would inevitably become Heaven's primary target. At that point, he would likely be in a situation where he couldn't fight against overwhelming odds.
He could only pray that these things wouldn't involve Ya Feiyu. In the end, as a character in the book, he knew nothing about his future; his life was simply changed by Ye Chi without his knowledge, and none of this was his own intention.
He thought with a heavy heart that his life was probably coming to an end soon.
What would happen to him if he died in this world?
Will he simply die quietly, becoming a transparent soul to watch over Ya Feiyu? Or will he awaken from a dream and return to the dull and tedious real world, continuing his unchanging life, forgetting everything that happened here, forgetting that he once had a cold and aloof lover, forgetting that he was once a cultivator who could soar through the sky?
Ye Chi didn't know, and Ye Chi didn't want to know.
If... if he were still alive after all these calamities, he would retire to the mountains with Ya Feiyu and become a hermit who would never concern himself with worldly affairs.
If... he is still alive.
The more Ye Chi thought about it, the heavier his heart became. He felt as if he were immersed in water, his limbs gradually growing cold, and he could barely feel the warmth of the person in his arms. Ya Feiyu was innocent. If the Heavenly Dao tried to punish him, Ye Chi would have no objection. He acknowledged that Ya Feiyu had indeed disrupted the normal operation of the world, and he would not refute that. He only hoped that Ya Feiyu would not be implicated.
He wondered if this guy would think of him after he died. Thinking this, Ye Chi chuckled to himself, burying his face in Ya Feiyu's neck and letting out a couple of muffled laughs. Then Ya Feiyu asked, "Why are you crying?"
Ye Chi was about to retort when he realized he was actually crying. He was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly withdrew from Ya Feiyu's neck, wiping away the glistening tears from the corners of his eyes, but the tears just kept flowing and wouldn't stop. So he turned away, as if afraid that Ya Feiyu would see his embarrassing state.
"Master... this disciple just, just..." He didn't know what reason to come up with to deceive Ya Feiyu for a moment. He was crying too obviously, and it was unrealistic to tell Ya Feiyu that he had seen wrong. Ya Feiyu wasn't stupid, so why would he believe it?
Ya Feiyu remained silent, and for a moment, the room was so quiet that only Ye Chi's intermittent breathing could be heard.
After a long while, a hand, slightly cool, gently touched Ye Chi's shoulder, and the head rested against his back. Ye Chi was startled, looking up from the palm. Ya Feiyu was leaning against him, very quiet. No unnecessary words were exchanged, yet there was an inexplicable sense of peace between them. Ye Chi's tears, which had almost stopped, suddenly welled up again, embarrassingly. He turned and pulled Ya Feiyu into his arms, greedily and wantonly inhaling the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from his neck. If he didn't smell it now, he might never smell it again in his life.
He sniffled and cried for a while before his emotions calmed down slightly. His red-rimmed eyes made him look incredibly pitiful, like a stray dog pawing at its leg, whimpering pitifully. This image instantly softened Ya Feiyu's heart. He reached out and ruffled Ye Chi's hair, asking, "Are you tired?"
Ye paused for a moment, then nodded slightly. Ya Feiyu said no more. The two moved to the edge of the bed and sat down, embracing and snuggling together, seeking peace and a place to rest under this desolate, blood-red sky.
"Master, don't go." Ye Chi's voice still carried the tone of crying, trembling and extremely hoarse: "Don't go."
Hearing his words, Ya Feiyu also felt a pang of sadness, a dull ache in his heart, with no outlet for his feelings. But he didn't show his negative emotions. He reached out and put his arm around Ye Chi's shoulder, pulling him into his embrace, and responded with unwavering yet gentle words: "I won't leave."
"I'm not leaving no matter what."
He didn't want to leave, nor did he want to go.
However, sometimes, whether to leave or stay is not entirely up to him.
Ya Feiyu looked at the top of Ye Chi's head and exhaled very softly.
He had long been mentally prepared to disappear after failing to contend with the will of Heaven. But Ye Chi was ultimately innocent.
How could I be so cruel as to leave a lover who had no defenses against me alone in this world?
If only I had never agreed to Ye Chi's proposal in the first place.
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