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The pouring rain continued incessantly, and raindrops slid down Zhou Mo's head, cheeks, and neck, seemingly releasing the sorrow in his heart. His tears mixed with the rain, making it difficult to distinguish between the tears and the raindrops.
At first glance, if it weren't for noticing Zhou Mo's red eyes and the old man lying in a pool of blood on the ground, no one would have noticed that a massacre had just taken place here.
The surrounding Stone Forest is quiet and peaceful, with the sound of rain pitter-pattering. The old man's body lies still on the ground, motionless, as if silently expressing the fragility and impermanence of life.
The rain gradually intensified, and Zhou Mo's wailing showed no sign of stopping. His cries for his loved ones sounded particularly desolate in the rain, each one seeming to call for the return of the elderly person.
As for the elderly person lying in a pool of blood, the rain continuously washed away the blood beneath him, changing it from a deep red to a pale hue, until finally, there was no trace of red left.
"Grandpa, we're only a few dozen miles away from the imperial city of State of Jin. Please wake up, Mo'er is so scared all alone."
The young child's tender sobbing was drowned out by the sound of the pouring rain, but his heart was filled with longing and reluctance for his grandpa.
Perhaps even the heavens and the earth felt deeply saddened by the desolation of this place. In no time, the dark clouds in the sky began to disperse, and the rain gradually eased.
Sunlight pierced through the gaps in the clouds, casting its warmth upon the Stone Forest, bringing a touch of warmth to this sorrowful land.
The rain gradually stopped, but Zhou Mo continued to cry. He knelt beside the old man, tears and rain mingling and falling on the old man's body.
"Alright, stop crying. You're giving me a headache."
At some point, a young woman suddenly appeared behind Zhou Mo.
The woman's voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain spring flowing, making people involuntarily quiet down.
The woman looks youthful and beautiful, with an exceptional fairy-like grace and exquisite face. She has a slender figure and is dressed in a green robe that billows like newly born bamboo in the rain, standing proudly behind Zhou Mo. Her appearance seems to have brought a hint of vitality to Zhou Mo.
Hearing movement behind him, Zhou Mo glanced back.
Just one glance, and Zhou Mo stopped crying.
His eyes widened, tears frozen in his eyes as if time had stopped flowing in that moment. The woman's beauty exceeded his imagination; her presence seemed to belong not to this earthly world, but to a higher and purer realm.
The woman in front of him was indescribably beautiful, resembling a celestial being from the Heavenly Palace, making it difficult for one to look directly at her.
After the rain, the sky cleared, and a few rays of sunlight refracted through the gap in the sky. One of the rays fell directly on the woman in front, as if she were a beam of sunlight piercing through the dark clouds, pure, warm, and dazzling.
Zhou Mo, in a daze, stammered with a crying voice, "You... are you the fairy who just crossed the tribulation here?"
Perhaps extremely heartbroken, Zhou Mo couldn't help but hiccup while speaking.
The boy in front of her looked to be only eight or nine years old. It's natural to grieve when a loved one passes away, and it's not good to be stingy with words. But if he continued to cry and make a scene here, my ears wouldn't be able to take it, the woman thought to herself.
Forget it, it's fate that we meet here, so why not help the old man fulfill his last wish.
The woman with beautiful eyes, her gaze shifting, stepped forward and said softly, "Yes, I am the fairy of Transcending tribulation in the sky, what's the matter?"
Upon hearing the girl's response, Zhou Mo was very excited. He quickly knelt in front of the girl, kowtowing and pleading, "Sister Immortal, please save my grandfather, I beg you!" His small hands tightly grasped the girl's clothes, his eyes full of hope.
Although the child in front of him was young, he was more mature than many adults. Not only was he intelligent and resolute, he remained calm in the face of adversity, and he also had a rare sense of filial piety. It seemed that he was a person of great potential. If he were raised from a young age, perhaps in the future...
Zhu Yun looked at Zhou Mo in front of him, judging him in his heart.
Zhou Mo knocked hard, and in less than half a moment, his forehead appeared blood red, mixed with the dirty water on the ground. Seeing this, Zhu Yun couldn't help but feel a hint of pity.
"Alright, stop crying. Let me see if there's still a chance for you."
Seeing a child act like this, Zhu Yun didn't want to stand by with a long face. She gently reached out to help Zhou Mo up, then turned and walked towards the old man.
Zhu Yun never touched the ground, floating past Zhou Mo and heading straight for Zhou Chulin. Her movements were light and graceful, as if she were a butterfly dancing in the wind, without a trace of worldly heaviness.
She reached out her right hand, and her middle finger touched her thumb. Zhu Yun emitted a green light that covered Zhou Chulin from head to toe. The green light flowed slowly over the old man's body like a spring of life, trying to find a glimmer of vitality. After the light lingered for a moment, Zhu Yun withdrew her hand and looked at Zhou Mo.
"Your grandfather's spiritual awareness has dissipated. He burned his essence and blood in his final moments to create a barrier, saving a glimmer of hope for you. I am powerless to change this. You should still grieve."
The woman furrowed her brows slightly, her voice calm but tinged with regret as she gently spoke to Zhou Mo.
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou Mo's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Zhou Chulin. "Grandfather, please don't," he said. Just as he struggled to get up from the ground covered in mud and water, he was tripped by the scattered stones.
His body struggled in the mud, but the pain in his heart was far more intense than the physical falls.
He staggered to his feet, then collapsed on Zhou Chulin again, crying out in pain, "I don't want my grandfather to leave me, I don't want it."
His eyes were red and wet, tears streaming down his face, making his features blurry and ugly when mixed with the mud and water. His cries echoed in the empty Stone Forest, each one tearing at Zhou Chulin's eardrums like a Zhu Yun.
Standing behind Zhou Chulin, the Zhu Yun couldn't help but turn away from Zhou Mo when he saw his disheveled appearance, saying, "Wow, so ugly."
The grieving child, unable to listen to anything at the moment, just looked like he was on the verge of death, crying and calling for his grandfather.
Zhu Yun She sighed, then raised her eyes silently to look at the distant Stone Forest after the rain, with a helpless look in her eyes. If she had known she would encounter these two, she would never have chosen to cultivate and overcome the tribulation here.
After a long time, the crying did not stop. Zhu Yun finally gave up, this child was just too good at crying.
She let out a soft sigh and then said, "Alright, stop crying. Although I can't save your grandfather, I have a magical treasure that can preserve his body for thousands of years. If you happen to encounter any natural treasures in the future, you might be able to awaken your grandfather."
With her hands crossed in front of her chest and her lips pursed, Fuyun gazed ahead with an indifferent expression at the Stone Forest.
Once this was said, Zhou Mo's crying stopped again. He wiped away the tears still hanging at the corners of his eyes and asked eagerly, "Is it true, Fairy Sister?"
In his eyes, there was a glimmer of hope, as if he had seen a ray of light in the darkness.
"Really, I'm not lying to you." Zhu Yun Hearing the crying stop, he slightly tilted his head down to look. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he calmly responded.
Upon receiving the affirmative answer from the goddess in front of him, Zhou Mo seemed to be unable to support himself any longer, suddenly getting up and then falling down again.
Before falling, he seemed to vaguely see the woman in front of him, reaching out and grabbing his collar.
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