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Wang Er Zhu laughed, thinking it was just another ordinary challenge, not much different from the usual sect trials. The Zheng Xin Formation was merely a glimpse into the Xin Mo array. With a mind as clear as a calm surface, he said, "Sister, you..."
Yun Zhi Yue's expression was not good. Wang Er Zhu withdrew his words. "Brother, you go ahead with this one. I might need some time."
"Oh, I'm not in a hurry either. I'll stay with you and take it slow. If you can't make it in time, I won't wait for you."
Yun Zhi Yue nodded and looked at the tranquil path ahead, stepping into the Xin Mo realm where illusions began to form.
At the Fallen Immortal Platform in the Heavenly Court, only the most heinous immortals were bound to this place for punishment. Yun Zhi Yue couldn't help but think about how one day she would be sent here by the person she loved most.
Yue Qi wore white clothes, and she followed suit in a white dress. At that moment, under the Zijingtou, her attire was completely stained with blood.
Yun Zhi Yue felt immense pain; she couldn't scream. Just watching the man before her wielding a knife to carve into her Xian Gu filled her throat with molten iron, burning her into silence. She couldn't even ask why he was doing this to her; she could only stare at Yue Qi.
Always dressed in white like snow, with an elegant demeanor, Yue Qi had captivated her since she was just a little girl. His distant brows and cool eyes—no matter his expression, that face like translucent jade always drew all her senses toward him.
Whether still or moving, standing or sitting, Yue Qi appeared perfect and incredible in her eyes. But all those impressions changed at the Fallen Immortal Platform.
Ru Xue's white garments were stained with her blood. Yue Qi was truly terrifying; never before had that face evoked such feelings of fear and hatred within her.
Had she ever forgotten Yue Qi? Yun Zhi Yue knew very well that scars would remain after wounds healed. No matter how deeply she buried that scar, there would still be moments when it would hurt.
The bone carving was complete.
She opened her mouth to utter a single phrase: "It hurts so much."
Yet Yue Qi replied while holding the blood-stained Zijingtou, "This is a gift; you should cherish it."
Yun Zhi Yue wanted to retort, "What kind of gift is this?" At that moment, she couldn't escape the Xin Mo illusion nor calm her heart.
No matter how tough she sounded, the truth was that she had been reduced to a pitiful state in the underworld while those scoundrels remained high above in heaven. Did she not feel resentment? Of course she did!
But all of that had been buried deep along with her feelings for Yue Qi on the day of the bone carving.
To care is to hate; she didn't want to become so pitiful. She brainwashed herself into thinking it was all settled—she didn't want to hate.
The illusion continued on.
According to what had already happened, she was struck and sent flying into the Xia Tian realm, her broken body falling from the sky like a rag doll. What was she thinking at that moment?
With half a stick of incense left, Yun Zhi Yue closed her eyes at the very first step of the formation, unable to move forward.
Wang Er Zhu anxiously exclaimed, "Sister, you're being way too slow! It's just one step! Can I wait for you or not?"
Just as those words left his mouth, Yun Zhi Yue opened her eyes, devoid of any whites, and charged forward with the Black Ghost Flower in tow.
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