Chapter 1128: Chapter 525: The Forgotten mories of the Moon Princess_2
"Finally, we were honest with each other, exchanged so information, and confird a few things."
"My deduction was correct. As early as a thousand years ago, the Candle Dragon and the Vermilion Bird had already disagreed with the Qilin. So wanted to destroy the Primordial, while others wanted to seize it! Fortunately, I had warned the President a long ti ago, hoping the old man would be vigilant. With the President’s intelligence, it probably wasn’t hard to guess that their conclusion back then was wrong."
"Because the key to preventing the apocalypse is not at Buzhou Mountain, nor at the Fusang Divine Palace, but within the Qilin Immortal Palace!"
"The Qilin Immortal Palace holds the ultimate secret, and it’s the key to achieving the Third Law!"
"I don’t have ti left. I must go to the Qilin Immortal Palace once again to find the Candle Light Divine Tree!"
"Before leaving, I had a dream. In the dream, I couldn’t return and was trapped in an endless pitch-black cage, where all I could see was darkness, not even my fingers. That was eternal solitude and loneliness—could it be death? I sense my ti is near and plan to give this diary to Xiao Han."
"I know she separated from
back then because she wanted
to avoid a curse, so I don’t bla her. If I die, here are the last clues I’ve left. If the curse of the Vermilion Bird Clan doesn’t end with , then my student will unravel this mystery for . In the end, I went to see my ex-wife and son. I didn’t get close, just watched from afar. I sincerely hope they can be happy in a world without ."
"Finally, I bid farewell to my student. Having you as my student is my good fortune."
"You are my pride."
This diary is still written in the Night Watcher’s coded script.
This was left by Gu Ci’an, the final clue.
There was a snap.
The diary in Su Youzhu’s hand fell to the ground, and the cat-face mask shattered.
Vermilion flas spread across her delicate collarbone like a tide, reaching her cheeks.
She painfully clutched her forehead, her snow-like exquisite face turning almost transparent from blood loss, yet she heard the familiar sound of torrential rain, seeing a burning highway and a god that obscured the sky.
She felt like her brain was being torn apart, and her consciousness was fragnted, attempting to reconstruct itself.
In the hazy light and shadow, she seed to see sothing.
It was a clue crucially forgotten by her!
"Boss?"
The Butcher exclaid, "What’s wrong, Boss?"
The Scholar tried to support her, but his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
Su Youzhu staggered backward, but the dilapidated corridor ignited with vermilion flas.
The flas swayed like demons, as if trying to engulf her.
"I don’t know, I seem to have forgotten sothing..."
Su Youzhu’s eyes glistened with tears of pain, her mind filled with a huge blank. Last year, she went to the burning highway and saved her beloved boy from a charred vehicle.
Yes, that was it.
But it wasn’t just that.
Because after saving that boy, she saw sothing.
Sothing crucially terrifying.
But it was erased by so dreadful power.
Yet, for so reason, when she saw the diary, the mories that should have been erased surfaced like bubbles, not only causing her brain-ripping pain but also overwhelming tide of fear!
Fear enough to destroy her!
It was because she saw it that the Vermilion Bird Clan’s curse manifested on her.
"They’re here! They’re coming!"
Fu Qingxuan backed away in terror, muttering.
Ji Xiaoyu’s eyes were filled with a shadow of despair, illuminated by the vermilion flas on her face.
The Butcher beca alert like a beast, swinging fists like hamrs at the flas!
Bang!
A powerful punch was solidly blocked.
The Scholar’s sign-sealing hands also froze mid-air, huge terror revealed in his eyes.
Soone stepped out of the vermilion flas, an old face wearing a sinister smile, his overwhelming ntal aura surging like a tide, binding everyone in the basent.
It should have been a kind, elderly face, yet it was terrifyingly eerie.
Su Youzhu fought the ache in her head, raising her eyes to glance at the old man, her blood running cold.
Once, in the ancestral temple of the Gu Family, she saw a picture of this old man.
This was Old Gu’s father, Xiao Gu’s grandfather.
Gu Qingcheng!
"Co ho, child."
Gu Qingcheng smiled slightly, revealing white teeth. Ancient God’s Breath boiled, his appearance and stature distorted in the flas, like a monstrous bird ready to soar into the sky!
Clusters of flas ignited behind him, ghostly shadows like evil spirits stepping out from the fire!
Su Youzhu’s Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword trembled, she forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart, trying to focus her spirituality.
"No, you’re not."
She gritted her teeth, coldly saying, "You’re a fake! Xiao Gu’s great-grandfather followed the Ancient Martial Path!"
Old Gu’s diary was finally validated. Humans cannot naturally return from the dead.
But the Ancient God Clan can!
The reason these monsters were here initially was to destroy that diary.
Now that the diary has erged, Su Youzhu is the only one who deciphered its specific content.
They sensed it again, descending upon her.
Su Youzhu’s eyes shone with dark red lightning, and the Ancient God’s Breath roared.
Primordial Return.
Candle Yin’s true form!
But just as the Original State was about to converge, Gu Qingcheng exhaled like a furious wind!
Su Youzhu flashed an image of a godly phantom cloaking the sky, the pain of soul-tearing left her nearly unable to control her spirit and body, unable to make any resistance.
In a split second, a luminous Holy Light Barrier appeared before her.
Boom!
Gu Qingcheng retreated like a ghost, with vermilion flas wilting like ashes.
"In the end, I made it in ti."
At the end of the abandoned corridor, soone softly spoke.
Yuuki Yocchi, gasping for breath, releasing sacred light from her hands.
Da He Wang wielded a heavy anti-material sniper rifle, its barrel still emitting thick smoke.
With the wall’s collapse, Xing Yun and Ghost Eye attacked from left and right, firmly locking the old man’s shoulders, flipping him heavily onto the floor.
Su Youzhu’s vision dimd, weakly falling back, colliding into a cold yet soft embrace.
"Just look at you."
Jiang Mingyan, holding this estranged daughter of his, looked on coldly, saying sternly, "For such a man, what have you done to yourself?"
Jiang Ze erged from the darkness, picked up the old diary, and frowned, saying, "So that’s it. This diary is essentially a Mythical Weapon from the Qiongqi Clan, possessing hidden power. It was because of this origin that the diary initially survived, but over ti, its existence was eventually discovered."
All mbers of Dusk were here because of Scarlet’s command.
Their sharp experience and insight effortlessly discerned the girl’s issue.
"It seems Miss Youzhu’s mory has been tampered with."
Yuuki Yocchi touched the girl’s forehead, perceiving her ntal state, "When an event is simultaneously erased or retained by Qiongqi’s power, then the forces from the sa source will conflict. At the diary’s revelation, Qiongqi’s power was on the verge of collapse. Miss Youzhu’s lost mory will also be retrieved."
Da He Wang frowned and asked, "Retrieving a mory, would it be so painful?"
Good question.
Jiang Ze glanced at his sister, hesitating.
"Of course not, because her subconscious was traumatized, unwilling to rember."
Jiang Mingyan coldly snorted, "Of course, the Vermilion Bird Clan is still exploiting Qiongqi’s power, trying to dissipate her mory. The sa applies to her current cheap adoptive mother."
Suddenly, a terrifying roar erupted.
Xing Yun and Ghost Eye flew back like cannonballs, violently crashing into the basent.
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