After a brief silence, Bai Ling’s voice lightened with amusement. “It’s better if you don’t remember. You’ve already forgotten him and fallen for me instead.”
He reached out and stroked her hair, hesitating for a moment before finally pulling her into a gentle embrace. “I’ve searched for you across three lifetimes. Now, I’ve finally found you again. I had planned to simply spend this life with you… but I never expected you to be willing to cultivate immortality. I only hope that in the future, we can ascend to the immortal realm together…”
He sighed, unable to suppress the weight of his emotions.
Finally, there was hope of ascending together—yet he could not escape this calamity.
Something cool dripped onto her neck.
I cultivate immortality, but not for you.
A sharp pain tore through Hong Ning’s heart, her vision blurring. Tears streamed down her face as she clung to him tightly, her voice hoarse.
“But I don’t remember! I don’t remember anything! Why don’t I remember?”
“As long as I remember, that’s enough.”
His voice grew weaker, his figure increasingly transparent. Ice and fire clashed within him, an agonizing torment beyond words.
When the flames of the heart were fully consumed, body and soul alike would be reduced to nothingness.
Bai Ling lifted his gaze and looked at He Lan Xue.
“Don’t harm her anymore.”
He Lan Xue studied him for a moment before responding softly, “Alright.”
Bai Ling nodded and smiled faintly. “I have wronged you.”
He Lan Xue smiled as well.
“In our next life, forget me,” Bai Ling said. “It will save you from sorrow.”
On his young, handsome face, helplessness and pity intertwined. There was longing, but even more so—unwillingness.
His eyes remained locked on the woman before him, the one he had protected across three lifetimes, yet lost in each one. His murmured words were like a sigh, like a grievance.
“Five thousand years of cultivation… still not enough. Not enough…”
A gust of wind swept past, carrying an unbearable chill.
The figure before her gradually faded, as if scattered by the breeze.
Instinctively, Hong Ning reached out, trying to hold onto him—but there was nothing left to grasp.
She touched her shoulder—his hand was gone too.
The wind dried her tears.
She sat on the ground, staring blankly into the emptiness, alone.
He Lan Xue broke the silence, turning sharply.
“You dare touch him.”
Lu Jiu had regained his composure.
“He chose to die in someone else’s place. What does that have to do with me?”
Unexpectedly, He Lan Xue did not get angry. She merely raised an eyebrow.
“You won’t escape either.”
The moment the words left her lips, she suddenly leaped into the air. A thick layer of dark clouds instantly gathered above, blotting out the clear moonlight. Within moments, countless snowflakes, each the size of a copper coin, scattered through the air, melting the instant they touched the ground.
Lu Jiu’s eyes widened in shock.
“You… what are you doing?!”
The snow ceased, the clouds dispersed, and the full moon reappeared, casting a bright and unblemished glow over the land. The surroundings became even clearer under its light.
Hong Ning remained seated on the ground, her expression still vacant.
But He Lan Xue—was gone.
Lu Jiu seemed unable to believe what had just happened.
“Madness… utterly mad!” he muttered.
No one could remain unaffected after witnessing something like this. He shook his head, unwilling to linger any longer. Just as he turned to leave, a streak of purple light suddenly tore across the sky.
A massive wave of dark clouds surged forward, rolling in like an overwhelming tide, smothering the heavens in an oppressive darkness.
The Celestial Court couldn’t have discovered this so quickly…
And even if they had, the punishment shouldn’t be this severe!
Panic flickered in Lu Jiu’s eyes as he instinctively prepared to flee.
Thunder roared within the clouds, shaking the very air.
Then, from the heart of the storm, an enormous bolt of violet lightning cleaved downward, shaped like a blade—a colossal, curved scimitar, exuding the boundless wrath of the heavens. Even if Pangu himself [the primordial creator in Chinese mythology] had split heaven and earth anew, nothing could compare to the sheer might of this divine strike.
Lu Jiu collapsed to the ground, terror and despair twisting his face.
“The Kunlun God-Slaying Blade!“
Forged of heavenly fire, it shattered the forms of spirits, annihilated the souls of demons, severed the roots of immortals, and erased the divine. The purple blade showed no mercy—it was about to cleave him in two!
Just then, a golden radiance shot forth from the southeast.
“Ah Jiu!”
A woman’s urgent voice rang out.
The golden light streaked across the sky like a sword, exuding an aura of auspicious brilliance. It struck the violet blade at the last possible moment, producing a deafening explosion. The ground trembled violently beneath the force of the collision.
The golden glow and violet lightning dissipated in an instant.
Silence returned to the land.
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