The woman's face was as white as paper as she lay quietly on the bed, but her tightly closed eyes trembled, and her usually crescent-shaped eyebrows were furrowed.
Even though she had fainted, she still clung tightly to Song Siyao's hand, and no one could pry it off.
Baili Xijiang examined his master's body many times, then squatted dejectedly by the bedside and pulled out a pile of pills.
He was extremely anxious, "Why won't he wake up? The Qingling Pill didn't work, and neither did I!"
Qin Xi and Wan Qiji were somewhat calmer, but they weren't much better off.
"Why did you come out of the house? Did something happen?"
In his anxiety and worry, Wan Qiji retraced the route they had taken.
However, they discovered that a section of the corridor had been destroyed by an explosion with tremendous force.
But they didn't notice anything amiss in the garden.
Did a powerful expert infiltrate and injure Wan'er?
Wan Qiji's gaze was fixed on the bed.
His friend lay there lifeless. He gritted his teeth unconsciously, feeling angry but realizing for the first time that they were still too weak in the world of cultivation.
"It doesn't look like an injury."
In the end, Qin Xi straightened his expression, sat on the edge of the bed looking at the unharmed Wan'er, and had some guesses in his mind.
There was not a sound.
His expression was one of impending destruction, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
They rushed toward them in grief.
It's because I'm worried about them.
It was as if they were checking to make sure they were alright.
Qin Xi harbored suspicions, yet he didn't know why Wan'er was suddenly worried about them.
And why did he faint from anger?
After leaving Uncle Song's place...
Uncle Song is also the High Priest of Yunyin—
Her usually round eyes darkened, and when she looked at the weak person on the bed, tears welled up in her eyes with heartache.
Why worry about them? You should be most worried about your own health.
The three remained silent, especially Song Siyao, who hadn't uttered a sound since Song Tingwan fainted.
After opening her father's box, the older sister entered a meditative state, but when she came to her senses, she had this expression.
What did my older sister find out?
Why did my father act that way?
Remembering the tightly closed door, she instantly looked up.
"You stay here and watch over my sister, I'm going to find my father."
Song Siyao hardened her heart, furrowed her brows, and forcibly pulled Song Tingwan's hand down. Then, she used a movement technique and vanished from their sight.
Qin Xi left in a hurry, frowning thoughtfully, pursing his lips, and stepped forward to take Wan'er's hand.
"Wan'er, what kind of dream are you having? Get up and tell us, okay?"
The girl bent down, pressed her icy hands against her face, and sniffed.
"Yes, Master, the clan festival is coming up soon, and everyone in the Cloud Hidden Clan has to participate. You can't be absent."
Baili Xijiang scrambled to the edge of the bed and sat on the floor, heartbroken.
An indescribable tension filled the room. Wan Qiji felt increasingly uneasy, picked up his knife, and turned to run towards Song Chaoxuan's courtyard.
.
The dream was absurd.
It was different from the demon city she had seen in the pictures, but it was still a place where demonic energy had devoured half of the cultivation world.
They fled in panic, only to die weeping blood at the barrier, becoming nourishment for the demon's power.
An ordinary person would not survive a single breath in the hands of someone in the Tribulation Transcending stage.
After death, their souls were trapped in a barrier, and their bodies were possessed by demonic energy, turning into blades that attacked them.
The soul drifts away in pain or confusion.
Ghosts, demons, monsters, humans, and cultivators are all trapped in the blood-soaked demon realm, struggling to escape, a place like purgatory.
Within the Demon Lord's domain, one could even clearly see the venerable ancestors of the righteous path, those at the Tribulation Transcending stage, desperately trying to break the laws.
But each time they caught up, the Demon Lord teleported the entire domain to another location.
They could only watch helplessly as the desperate masses were devoured and killed by demonic energy.
Feeling utterly hopeless, Song Tingwan drifted aimlessly among the crowd.
Slowly, as if sensing something, she turned around and saw a group of familiar people at the end of the road.
"Wan'er, don't go out—"
What has become of the lively little girl with round eyes?
One eye was pierced and bleeding profusely, and even with a severed arm, she still stood in front of him, constantly using her spiritual energy to support the defensive artifact given to her by her family.
Ayao and Aji stood at the forefront, swallowing pills to keep fighting even when they were injured or crippled. Countless corpses piled up around them, and the knives and swords were no longer usable.
He fought his way out of a sea of blood for his family and friends.
She saw the cinnabar mist surrounding herself and her little apprentice constantly falling on them.
He saw that he had exhausted all his pills, yet he couldn't keep up with the speed at which they were getting injured.
The scene changes.
Outside, the Cloud Hidden Clan offered their own flesh and blood as a sacrifice to the heavens, using their immortal bones as swords to directly target the Demon Lord's barrier.
Inside, in a purgatory of despair, mountains of corpses lay behind him.
Qin Xi lay in a pool of blood, still murmuring that she should leave quickly.
"Song Tingwan, don't turn around."
That was the last thing Shen Zhuochuan said to her with a gentle smile before he used his Thunder Dragon Bone to smash through the barrier with his own body, and then personally carried her, exhausted, onto the little black dragon's head.
Led by the mighty white dragon, A Yao and A Ji, along with other cultivators from the city, attacked the weak point in the barrier from which the Cloud Hidden Bone Sword was thrusting.
The seemingly solid barrier cracked open with a snap in the eyes of all living beings.
The little dragon, its body covered in black scales and tattered, gently lowered its head, placing her and Qin Xi's corpses on its head. It roared and howled, extremely weak yet struggling to fly high.
"Master...please remember me..."
The moment it flew out of the barrier, it soared from darkness into light, and the black dragon fell from the sky.
She saw herself holding Qin Xi's corpse, heartbroken, and weeping bitterly over Hei Long's body.
She saw herself turn around.
She saw the white dragon crash through the barrier and fall to the ground, but his gaze, fixed on her, remained as tender and loving as ever.
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