Chapter 171 - Don't Cry
The dragon shadow interwoven with ice and gold, with the will to crush everything, tore through the star barrier, ignoring the dark tentacles lashing across the sky, and like a spear of divine punishment that created the world, it instantly pierced through the cracks in the abyss!
With incredible precision, it fiercely rammed into the cracked abyssal gate! It rammed into the very center of the pupil of the giant Eye of Chaos behind the gate!
Time seems to freeze at this moment.
There is only the ultimate annihilation of light and darkness.
An all-consuming black singularity was born at the core of the Eye of Chaos behind the door! Immediately, it silently expanded and exploded!
Crack—boom—!!!
The massive stone gate, entwined with countless ancient chains and dripping with foul runes, was like a fragile sand castle, instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and then collapsed with a loud bang! Countless huge pieces of rubble, burning with foul energy, flew everywhere like meteorites!
“Ahhhh!!!”
A shrill scream, indescribable in its pain and resentment, as if emanating from ancient times, suddenly erupted from behind the crumbling door! The gigantic Eye of Chaos twisted and disintegrated wildly in the center of annihilation!
The dark energy, as thick as substance, erupted like volcanic magma, gushing out from behind the collapsed giant gate, and quickly turned into nothingness under the erosion of the power of annihilation!
The abyss is collapsing! The cracks are widening! A terrifying energy turbulence sweeps across everything!
"Retreat!" Chu Linyuan's cold voice, with a hint of imperceptible weakness, instantly spread across the battlefield! His figure flashed, and he fell from the top of the tower.
Tie Niu's massive body stood in front, his brute force bursting forth, resisting the shockwaves of the collapse! Luo Hongyi's poisonous mist transformed into a massive barrier to protect everyone!
Su Tang's pillar of wish power firmly stabilized the crumbling star barrier! Bai Xiaolu hugged the wilted bunny tightly, and the light of the star map rune dimmed to the extreme.
In the center of this frenzy of destruction, a warm and gentle light that seemed to be able to heal all wounds slowly rose from the ruins of the collapsed abyss gate.
That's a lamp.
A lamp, neither gold nor jade, with a simple and naive shape. The lamp body seems to be condensed from the purest chaotic airflow, flowing with a warm and restrained starlight.
In the center of the lamp, there is no oil, no wick, only a quietly burning, warm and soft white flame.
The light of the flame is not dazzling, but it seems to be able to penetrate the soul and dispel the coldness and fear of the abyss.
It hovers above the vortex of destruction, like a rising star on the sea after a storm, emitting eternal tranquility and hope - the Heart Lamp of Guixu!
"That is..." Xie Zhao was leaning on the Jinghong Talisman Pen. His soul and body had been exhausted to the limit. Looking at the heart lamp, his peach blossom eyes were full of shock and a strange sense of familiarity.
At this moment, another mutation occurred!
The soft light of the Guixu Heart Lamp rippled like water waves, sweeping across the entire battlefield in an instant!
The moment the light touched Chu Linyuan——
His icy body trembled violently! Countless frozen, forgotten fragments of images rushed into his sea of consciousness like a flood bursting through a dam!
The young me curled up in the corner of the cold stone chamber. The pain of the evil pattern biting my body was like being bitten by thousands of dragons, and every inch of my flesh and blood was wailing.
The master sighed and handed over the cold jade slip of "The Supreme Art of Forgetting Emotions". His voice was distant: "Only this way... can sever the seven emotions... suppress the evil spirit pattern... and protect yourself..."
In desperation, he grabbed the cold jade slip as if it were the only piece of driftwood, freezing all his fear, pain, and desire for warmth...
And deep within this despairing, frozen memory, a faint yet incomparably stubborn warmth quietly emerged—it was the shadow of the soul-guiding lamp that Xie Zhao had secretly lit under the warm glow of the talisman lamp last night, its light softly shone on his cold black robes...
And that sudden, feather-like touch that landed on the corner of my lips, bringing with it a warm touch... that throbbing sensation, like a warm current quietly flowing beneath the ice...
The light also enveloped the exhausted Xie Zhao.
He felt a warm and pure force surge into his dry meridians, and his exhausted soul felt like it was being nourished by a sweet spring. At the same time, a phantom appeared before his eyes.
A thin child with snow-white hair huddled alone in the corner of the cold stone room, his body twitching violently with pain, his tender face covered with traces of tears and great fear, his teeth clenched, and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
He clutched a cold jade slip tightly, as if it were his only hope. His small body endured loneliness and pain that ordinary people could not imagine... That was... young Chu Linyuan! Alone in the darkest moment of the Dragon Evil's backlash!
"Senior Brother..." Xie Zhao's heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an ice-cold hand, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
He finally understood what kind of cruel torture and loneliness lay behind Chu Linyuan's "hiding his feelings in the abyss and sealing his heart in ice"! Tears burst out without warning, mixing with the sweat and dust on his face.
The collapse of the abyss reached its climax! The final shockwave hit like a huge wave!
"Ugh!" Xie Zhao, already at the end of his strength, was violently impacted by this immense force, and his vision suddenly went black! The Jinghong Talisman Pen flew out of his hand, and his body fell backwards helplessly like a kite with a broken string!
The expected sharp pain of hitting the cold black rock did not come.
A strong arm firmly grasped his waist and back, holding his body firmly from falling to the ground! The cold black cloth pressed against his cheek, and a familiar and cold breath instantly surrounded him.
Xie Zhao struggled to open his heavy eyelids. In his blurry vision, he saw Chu Linyuan's jawline so close. On that face, frozen for millennia, a trace of the violent fluctuations brought on by the impact of memory remained clear.
And those always bottomless cold eyes were now looking down at him deeply.
The look in his eyes was so complicated that it was hard to describe—there was lingering murderous aura, deep fatigue, and rare confusion. Deeper in his eyes, there seemed to be a trace of... helpless ripples caused by Xie Zhao's tears?
“Master… Senior Brother…” Xie Zhao’s voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. He tried to force a laugh, but it agitated his internal organs and he frowned in pain.
Chu Linyuan tightened his arm around him, and with a barely perceptible tremor, he stretched out his other hand and clumsily wiped away the tears mixed with blood from Xie Zhao's cheek with his fingertips.
His movements were stiff, yet carried an almost cautious concentration that was in stark contrast to his cold demeanor.
He pursed his lips tightly, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only utter a few words in an extremely hoarse and low voice:
“…Don’t cry…I’m here.”
The soft light of Guixu Heart Lamp quietly fell on the two people hugging each other, and also illuminated the people of Guixu Sect who were supporting each other on the ruins.
The collapse of the abyss gradually subsided, and a rare ray of real, warm morning light leaked through the gaps in the surging evil clouds.
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