During this time, someone screamed in agony as their pure white soul was stained black by the black mist, and then their humanoid soul dissipated.
It dispersed, leaving only a wisp of evil intent, which merged into the boundless black mist.
Some people struggled to wake up and told them frankly that they were trapped in an obsession.
Meanwhile, Song Tingwan and the others also became entangled in their own obsessions.
Unable to extricate oneself.
In the scenes of her previous two lives, Song Tingwan constantly offered sacrifices and watched her younger sister and close friends die.
She saw her father standing in front of her, his figure weak but his smile as warm as ever. He said to her, "Little fairy, why do you look so gloomy? Are you angry with your father again?"
Her eyes were glazed over, and she walked forward uncontrollably. Her father opened his arms and looked at her with a smile, then opened his arms to embrace her.
"Father, I haven't accumulated enough merit..."
The words were on the tip of my tongue when I suddenly realized what I was doing.
She was only one step away from being her 'father'.
yes.
If I haven't accumulated enough merit, how could Father be here?
Song Tingwan retreated defensively.
As she stepped back, the 'father' in front of her sighed with a hint of disappointment.
Then, images of countless people dying in both lifetimes flashed before her eyes.
Everyone died twice.
Time and again, it caused her to clutch her heart and feel excruciating pain.
Her eyes were blurred with tears when she heard her father sigh and say with heartache that she should give up.
Fate cannot be reversed; it will only repeat itself again and again. So what's the point of resistance?
It would be a waste of effort; it would be better to enjoy the remaining warm days with my father and sister.
After crying her heart out, she was utterly exhausted. She listened to her father's familiar voice lovingly urging her to give up.
Should we give up?
Should we give up?
Song Tingwan's gaze was indifferent, then she suddenly chuckled softly.
"How can you expect me to give up? If I give up, the world will be destroyed, and everyone, including me, will die."
To escape utter exhaustion, to crave a moment of relaxation, and then to die?
She was unwilling to accept it.
I don't want to accept any kind of fate.
As she raised her eyes with a cold smile, her father's figure and the images that kept flashing by vanished instantly.
The black mist around her bypassed her soul, and her light, floating soul involuntarily drifted back into her body.
Their souls reunited.
Song Tingwan opened her eyes and slowly sat up from the ground.
Beside her, Shen Zhuochuan and his apprentice Yuanyuan lay on the ground, their souls not yet returned.
White mist swirled around the four of them. After Song Tingwan stood up, she tried to walk forward, but found that the white mist blocked her way, preventing her from taking a single step.
Song Tingwan walked back and stood beside the three of them, slightly lost in thought.
Was she caught up in an obsession just now?
The surroundings are now shrouded in white fog.
But what the soul sees when it leaves the body is black mist.
Song Tingwan was suddenly startled.
Suddenly, a bold conjecture came to mind.
The white mist in Guilin Mountain is the embodiment of destiny.
Now, what the soul sees is black mist.
Is even destiny affected by evil thoughts?
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