When you lift your head three feet, there are beings akin to gods, but that’s just a tale from the past. Why does the girl take it so seriously?
Could it be that you’ve truly ventured to the mountain ahead and witnessed that unparalleled devil?
Observing the departure of the red-clad girl, Song Ming couldn’t help but smile as he noticed her heading the sa way. He followed with a group of younger siblings.
However, the girl in red remained silent, appearing indifferent. It seed she had reached her limit after uttering those few words monts ago.
The girl is also headed to the Netherworld; coincidentally, we are on the sa path.
The Netherworld is overrun by demons, posing nurous risks. Going alone might lead to trouble, and having a group ensures safety. We have many people here, all heading the sa way. There will be plenty to watch over us…
Girl…
…
The bamboo forest rustled, and thick fog surged, creating a paradise-like atmosphere.
Each bamboo displayed purple lines, and so million-year-old bamboo served as excellent material for crafting flying swords.
Sea of Clouds and Purple Bamboo Forest…
A soft murmur echoed in the expansive bamboo forest.
Chan Hongyi stood in the void, her eyes reflecting complexity like an outsider witnessing these events.
Especially in this familiar bamboo forest, many places bore the marks of her sword practice. The bamboo pavilion where a group discussed her master earlier had been built by her hands.
Yet now, she could only observe the past as an eyewitness.
Watching the red-clad girl depart, observing Song Ming and his juniors chasing after her, the river of ti beca chaotic in the abyss shrouded in endless dark fog.
She resembled a small boat torn asunder, waves threatening to overturn it at any mont, to subrge it forever.
Even the Immortal King was susceptible to physical and spiritual destruction in such a daunting situation.
Now, her cultivation base had yet to recover to its peak fully, and while she surpassed the Immortal King in certain aspects, she hadn’t quite reached that level.
In that critical mont, Chan Hongyi believed her demise was imminent. The thunderous seas overwheld her spirit and soul, shattering the imprint, and her being was instantly obliterated, indeed vanishing from this world.
Strangely, she didn’t feel despair.
On the contrary, an unexpected tranquility enveloped her heart, mixed with a hint of regret. Perishing on the path of seeking truth seed a fitting choice.
However, Chan Hongyi didn’t anticipate that, as she quietly awaited her death, the entire tumultuous river of chaos suddenly cald. Even the real thunder descending from the sky vanished.
Imrsed in the seabed, her body found support from an invisible force reminiscent of warm arms. A childhood mory surged, and she murmured, thinking it might be a pre-death flashback. Attempting to open her eyes, she encountered darkness, unable to see clearly.
“Master, is that you?” she whispered.
No answer ca. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the vast bamboo forest.
She had returned to ancient tis, the era she longed to revisit, an incredible feat.
Chan Hongyi’s emotions were intricate. She initially dismissed it as a death-induced dream but realized she had genuinely erged from the underwater abyss. It wasn’t a dream or hallucination.
Why did you save again, and why bring back to this era?
She pondered softly in the void.
My favorite and also my most hated Master.
Gu Changge’s motives eluded her. The long river of ti stirred, plunging into chaos once more. This was the other end of the tiline, disturbed by a potent aura. Gu Changge must have entered this temporal river, affecting her and Tao Yao.
But then, why intervene to save her?
“Master, I’ve just realized that I never truly understood you.”
Chan Hongyi confessed, grappling with a complexity of emotions. Sealed in the Demon Burying Abyss, she counted days in silence, marking the passing of ti with the disappearance of light beyond the abyss. Again and again.
She counted unnumbered years, spanning the taboo era and several inter-epochs, striving to break free. In the midst of it, she teetered on the brink of madness, consud by hostility, transford into a true devil with a sole desire to defy the heavens.
Upon escaping the Demon Burying Abyss, she bathed the upper realm in blood, relentlessly advancing towards Gu Changge.
Love turned to hatred, and Chan Hongyi felt this characterization was apt. However, her temperant stabilized as her cultivation base recovered, allowing her to rein in the hostility.
Though still possessed, she no longer succumbed to a mind consud by the single-minded urge to kill.
What truth am I seeking…
Chan Hongyi’s form vanished, trailing behind the red-clad girl like a spectator. She witnessed the girl’s journey to the Netherworld and her warnings to the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect not to follow. She observed the interaction with Song Ming, aiming to bring him closer to the red-clad girl.
The red-clothed girl remained cold, ignoring Song Ming and harboring the constant desire to draw her long sword and end him.
Chan Hongyi glimpsed her forr self, a touch of tenderness appearing on her face. She had found Song Ming annoying back then but understood he harbored genuine feelings for her despite their brief encounter.
Chan Hongyi didn’t reflect on this then, dismissing him as annoying but not malicious. He even cared for so monsters in the Netherworld on her behalf.
When she disclosed this to her master, it displeased him, leading to minimal contact with the sect’s disciples. An ancestor from Song Ming’s sect arrived, and Song Ming knelt at the mountain’s foot the next day.
Initially considering these mories as hazy, Chan Hongyi realized she had chosen to forget them.
Returning to this era made them vivid once more. As she moved through the tiline, her figure advanced through a fragnt of ti and space compared to the vast river of ti. Yet, for the people in this tiline, it ant thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
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