“So if he gathers all eight pieces of the Bodhi tree and restores his divine form, he can fully rid himself of the Soul Suppression Fire?”
“Exactly. Otherwise, why would he go through so much effort?”
“Then that means finding one more piece of the Bodhi tree could contain the spread of the Soul Suppression Fire?”
“Correct!” Long Yi Pig made a loop in the air and shrugged. “But he’s the only one who can sense the Bodhi tree’s location. Now that he’s unconscious, he’ll have to rely on his own strength to suppress the fire.” Watching Bai Shuo pull out a bag of medicine, Long Yi Pig sighed, “Don’t waste your energy, Little Bai. Those elixirs may help immortals and demons, but they won’t work on a semi-divine being. Don’t worry, though; from my estimate, he still has a few months before the Soul Fire reaches his heart, so he’s not dying just yet.”
Bai Shuo’s hands froze, and the hall fell silent.
“Everyone, leave. I’ll stay here and take care of him,” Bai Shuo said, her voice low.
Long Yi Pig opened his mouth to speak, but Hua Hong promptly slapped him out of the way.
As the hall doors closed quietly behind the departing crowd, Bai Shuo felt her strength drain. She hugged her knees, curled up by the bedside, staring blankly at the unconscious Fan Yue, trembling uncontrollably.
Only she knew why—she was terrified. A fear like this had only surfaced once before.
By the blood pool, when Mumu had looked at her.
She’d left the quiet city of South Sea not to get entangled in the world, but to find her little apprentice. Yet somehow, somewhere deep within her heart, the great demon and Mumu had become one. Perhaps it was when Fan Yue handed her a piece of candy in the lawless city, or when he asked her by Purple Moon Lake if she’d like to come to the demon realm, or when he descended from the sky on Phoenix Island, shielding her from the Immortal Execution’s wrath. Or perhaps it was simply the day-by-day bond they’d formed over the past year.
Fan Yue was Mumu, and Mumu had always been Fan Yue.
As if she finally understood something, Bai Shuo suddenly stood, drawing a dagger and, without hesitation, cutting a line across her wrist.
She pressed her wrist to Fan Yue’s lips, letting the blood drip into his mouth. Gradually, color returned to his cheeks, and the brambles of the Soul Suppression Fire on his chest softened slightly.
It worked! But it wasn’t enough. Her blood could only strengthen Fan Yue’s spirit but couldn’t extinguish the Soul Suppression Fire. She had to find the remaining Bodhi pieces. With a deep look at Fan Yue, she moved and vanished from the hall.
On the bed, Fan Yue’s brows furrowed, sensing something even in his unconscious state.
In the misty Abyssal Swamp, under a sparse moonlit sky, the dark, mysterious atmosphere was thick with toxic vapors, a place forbidden across all three realms.
Leaves rustled, as if something moved through the trees. After some time, a figure stopped under a gnarled tree, lifting the corner of a hood to reveal a pair of mischievous eyes—it was Bai Shuo.
This dumb mule’s invisibility cloak was proving invaluable. Bai Shuo gazed up at the tree before her. Its bark was pitch-black, making it inconspicuous and lifeless.
With a flick of her palm, a surge of pure spiritual energy was directed at the tree, revealing a segment of a verdant Bodhi tree heart embedded within the trunk. Bai Shuo’s face lit up.
Back when she and Qing Yi had fallen into this swamp and been attacked by strange trees, she’d suspected something odd. It turned out this eerie tree in Abyssal Swamp was indeed a lost fragment of the Bodhi tree!
Then, her brow furrowed. Now that she was at the Upper Lord level, she could sense that this tree lacked sentience. But why did it exude such a sinister aura and even know how to disguise itself?
No matter—she couldn’t afford to worry about that now. The great demon was waiting for this Bodhi tree heart to heal him!
Without further hesitation, Bai Shuo summoned her immortal sword and slashed across the tree, reaching for the heart suspended within the trunk. But just as her hand touched it, a surge of malevolent demon energy shot toward the back of her neck.
A peak-level demon lord?! Bai Shuo’s instincts flared, and she swung her sword back to deflect the blow.
The immortal sword was knocked from her hand, and her invisibility cloak tore in two, revealing her stunned face. The semi-circular demon blade stopped just short of her forehead.
Two pairs of eyes met, both filled with shock.
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