Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Li Shang held Yun Zhi Yue's tear-streaked face firmly and said with determination, "Don't cry. You did nothing wrong. I promise I will kill him. Trust me!"
Yue Qi's expression was one of amusement, but he had missed his chance to speak as Li Shang's true form emerged. He kissed Yun Zhi Yue on the forehead and then vanished into thin air, leaving the dark underworld illuminated in a crimson hue, filled with an overwhelming killing intent.
As Yun Shijiu regained her freedom, she immediately embraced her sister, her gaze fixed on the distant battle where the clash was obscured, worry etched across her face. Could Li Shang really do it? Her sister had once been so powerful—after all, he was a deity.
Yun Shijiu couldn't see the fight clearly, but Yun Zhi Yue could. She noticed how effortlessly Yue Qi maneuvered, while Lip Petals bit into her lips until they bled. She shouldn't cry; tears would signify defeat.
Li Shang was willing to confront a deity for her sake. She wasn't a fragile woman—why should she cry here?
Gathering her spiritual energy, Yun Zhi Yue set up a protective barrier for Yun Shijiu and the others before soaring into the air. Shajian led the charge, with Ling Sha at his back. Yue Qi's eyes darkened as he remarked, "You really are disobedient."
An unknown force erupted from Yue Qi, whether it was spiritual energy or something else entirely, causing both Yun Zhi Yue and Li Shang to spit blood and retreat.
Below, Su Ye and the others watched with grim expressions; they were too weak to intervene in such a powerful battle.
Exchanging glances, Li Shang and Yun Zhi Yue charged forward again. The underworld trembled as chaos erupted everywhere; even the sky was riddled with holes that let the light of the heavenly realm seep through.
The chants of Wu Jian echoed continuously, forcefully stabilizing the crumbling underworld.
As more wounds appeared on Yun Zhi Yue and Li Shang, the battle no longer seemed completely one-sided. This gave Yun Zhi Yue a glimmer of hope. The deity—was it true that you could never heal from your past injuries? Did this mean that even the Huan Yu Heavenly Path had its principles and did not acknowledge you?
Yue Qi's pupils flickered slightly as he disregarded Li Shang's injured shoulder and shattered Yun Zhi Yue's spiritual power with a single hand, gripping her delicate throat tightly.
"I am a deity," he declared coldly. "You should not defy me."
Yun Zhi Yue grasped Yue Qi's wrist, blood spilling from her mouth as she retorted mockingly, "How pathetic you are."
Yue Qi's face lost all warmth as he attempted to crush this insignificant weed from an era long past.
"Is it true that deities create worlds? Then let’s see how you fare against this A Sword," Li Shang said sharply.
Yue Qi's expression changed dramatically as he turned to look back.
The heavens showed signs of collapse, as the entire Middle Realm Without Boundaries was drawn out, rapidly coalescing into a chaotic mass that clung to the Wu Yue Jian.
Li Shang gazed at the sword in his hand, reflecting on the moment he had named it "No Moon." At that time, he had no understanding of the name's significance, but now it seemed everything had been preordained. My path is not one of killing but of destruction. When I chose to break free from the Underworld, perhaps fate had also chosen me to end you, No Moon, as a means to erase your existence.
With a swing of the Chaotic Destruction Sword, the Underworld was completely torn apart, exposed beneath the clear sky. Meanwhile, Thirty Days began to collapse gradually, as if its very spine had been pulled out, layer after layer sinking down.
Su Ye and the Heavenly Emperor no longer cared for their own safety; they flew up to support the crumbling heavens. Struck by the Destruction Sword, Yue Qi looked down in disbelief at his body pierced through. The wound not only could not heal but was also consuming him entirely.
In that moment, arrogance shattered; Yue Qi's face twisted in fury. "Even if I am wounded, I will not die. But this Sword—you will never wield it again. Death will come for you all."
Li Shang scoffed, "Who says I cannot? By burning my soul, I can still unleash half a sword. Can you survive that?"
Yue Qi's expression changed drastically; he wanted to say something to stop him, but Li Shang left no room for retreat and raised his sword once more.
Yun Zhi Yue's pupils dilated as tears of blood streamed down her cheeks. She struggled to rise from afar, stumbling and falling as she shouted frantically, "Li Shang! Stop! Li Shang, you have to stop!"
Li Shang looked at her approaching figure from a distance, his voice gentle. "Yun Zhi Yue, you never trust me. But I want you to know that I will always keep my promises. No one can bully you without paying a price."
Yun Zhi Yue was gravely injured and could not get up; she dragged herself across the ground with her elbows. In a breakdown of despair, she cried out hysterically for help. "I was wrong! It’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have provoked him! I shouldn’t have doubted you! I shouldn’t even be alive! I was wrong! I was wrong! Please, someone—someone save Li Shang!"
"You are not wrong."
"You are not wrong."
"You are not wrong."
The three men's voices echoed in unison, halting Yun Zhi Yue's cries. The first voice belonged to Li Shang; the latter two were from Yue Qi and Yue Shi.
At that moment, Li Shang did not unleash the half sword pressed against his soul; instead, Yue Qi was also burning his soul but made no move to attack.
No matter how fierce her face appeared, her eyes remained calm, gazing tenderly at Yun Zhi Yue.
A figure leaped from Yue Qi's body, flying to Yun Zhi Yue's side and lifting her into an embrace, gently wiping away the blood tears from her eyes.
"Sister, don't be afraid. We're all here. You haven't done anything wrong; the fault lies with Ji."
Yun Zhi Yue clutched Yue Shi's wrist tightly, meeting his gaze. Her voice trembled as she called out, "Yue Qi."
The ferocity on Yue Qi's face had settled into tranquility, reminiscent of when she was a young girl, fond of watching the white-clad Mo Fa, whose beauty resembled that of jade.
Listening to Yun Zhi Yue, she responded softly, "Yun Zhi Yue, I want to tell you that I have always liked you. Even though I am Ji, I have always been here for you. Our past was never false."
"I initially thought I could break through to Dao Master and compete with Li Shang, but I was naive. Even if I became a Dao Master, I would still not be his match. But that is not what truly defeated me."
"What pains me the most is that I always bring you suffering. I just don't know how to love you. I thought that if I embedded myself in your heart, we would be closest."
"You don't want Li Shang to die; you want a brother. I can give you that, but now I have to let you go. However, this time I hope you won't be angry. Yun Zhi Yue, it's so hard to part with you."
In the blink of an eye, the figure in white vanished without a trace.
Yun Zhi Yue stood there in a daze, tears streaming down her face. After Li Shang embraced her, she broke down in sobs, releasing all her emotions freely through her tears.
Yue Shi's gaze was complex; he had never imagined that Yue Qi would disappear in such a manner. He felt both failure and accomplishment.
The failure lay in not cherishing what he once had, leading to regret after losing it. The accomplishment was in firmly embedding himself in his sister's heart; as long as she lived, she would never forget the name Yue Qi.
Li Shang also realized this point as he held the crying Yun Zhi Yue, feeling a sense of helplessness at having his achievements overshadowed.
Comment 0 Comment Count