The ancient stone bridge felt familiar to Yun Zhi Yue. No matter when she called, the Reincarnation Stone would always linger above Huang Quan.
By the banks of Huang Quan, there was supposed to be a stone inscribed with names, known as the Three Lives Stone, but now it was nowhere to be found. Long ago, she had asked Sister San Sheng why she had to bear the names of those infatuated men and women, leaving behind a trail of heartache. Sister San Sheng had replied that it was her purpose.
At that time, Yun Zhi Yue did not understand, and even now, she found it hard to grasp. Perhaps she was selfish, but in her eyes, it was unfair for others' pain to burden Sister San Sheng. The love of those infatuated souls should not weigh upon her either. It was somewhat amusing that among the three women of Sister San Sheng's lineage, their temperaments were completely mismatched.
Sister San Sheng silently endured the love and separation of others, while Huai Yin treated others' tragedies as entertainment. As for Yun Zhi Yue, after tasting bitterness, she no longer wished to experience it again. She wondered what kind of tune Huai Yin sang when she was Meng Po.
Looking at the empty space by Huang Quan, the Reincarnation Stone felt disappointed: the wife had never returned; she had been asleep all this time, waking less frequently. Where could she have gone this time?
Yun Zhi Yue sighed: "You little brat, stop calling her 'wife.' Sister San Sheng's age and strength far surpass yours; how can you say such things?"
But what did it matter? Feelings were unrelated to such words; they were a sensation. In heaven and on earth, only the Three Lives Stone was worthy of Shi Ye. Strength could be pursued, but once a wife was lost, she was lost forever.
Yun Zhi Yue squatted by the bridge with the Reincarnation Stone, watching the dark green waters of Huang Quan as souls drifted aimlessly. After a long while, Yun Zhi Yue said, "Li Shang does care for me, but I no longer possess that pure heart I once had; I cannot give him what he desires."
The Reincarnation Stone chuckled: "Even if my master no longer wants me, I still want to say this—you are simply stubborn."
How could you know what your master truly wanted? Do you think he expects your feelings to be one hundred percent? That is merely your own thought. Is it possible that all he desires is your trust?
Yun Zhi Yue repeated: "Trust?"
Exactly! You have thoughts you won't share with him; even if you need something from him, you beat around the bush. You fear him, respect him, and dread him—yet you never fully trust him.
Think carefully: aside from in bed, has your master ever done anything without considering your wishes? He has already pampered you to the heavens!
Yun Zhi Yue blinked her big eyes and glanced sideways at the Reincarnation Stone: "I realize you are quite loyal; you never miss a chance to brainwash me. They don't want you anymore—what are you saying?"
The Reincarnation Stone plopped down on the bridge, swinging its legs in midair as it gazed at Huang Quan with a long sigh.
It wouldn’t be accurate to say they were unwanted; I am an Underworld King Soul Artifact. My existence should have ceased when my master’s soul shattered. I believe my survival is due to my master's power protecting me; perhaps our connection was severed then.
It is my obsession to restore my master's soul and once again become his Soul Artifact. If my master had already made arrangements long ago, wouldn’t it mean that without us, he would still gradually gather his soul?
Yun Zhi Yue teased lightly: "So you're saying all our efforts have been completely unnecessary?"
"You are Tai Chu Zhi Ling, the master. I didn't expect that your dual cultivation would indeed accelerate the master's recovery speed, and it has also forged an unbreakable bond. Shi Ye, hasn't this also led to a path of survival?"
Yun Zhi Yue was at a loss for words, truly unsure of what to say.
A resonant chant of "Om" echoed in the air, and Yun Zhi Yue exclaimed in surprise, "It's Ksitigarbha!"
Exchanging a glance with the Reincarnation Stone, the two—one large and one small—made their way toward the Eighteen Layers of Hell and leaped down.
On their journey, as they passed through Cold Ice Purgatory, Yun Zhi Yue suddenly remembered, "Oh no! I haven't seen Han Xi and the others since returning. They won't be in trouble, will they?"
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