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"No, you absolutely cannot appear before Silver Moon again!" Gewa immediately took a firm stance, his tone resolute.
"Gewa, this is the path that Silver Moon has long chosen; we cannot change it," White Soul said from the side.
"Hmph, I don't care. As long as I kill this human, Silver Moon's choice will be meaningless!"
"Sigh, do you really think that if Xi Meng dies, Silver Moon will let you go?" White Soul said helplessly.
"So what? I've already died once; what do I have to fear?!"
"Do you really not understand? Silver Moon... will die..."
Upon hearing White Soul's words, Gewa's impulsive emotions clearly froze. At this moment, I felt a jolt in my heart. It turned out that I had simply failed to see it; everyone knew how Silver Moon felt about me.
"Ah—!" Gewa roared, suddenly throwing a spear in my direction. This strike could very well prevent me from surviving in the three realms.
For some reason, I didn't want to dodge anymore.
"Xi Meng!"
"Xi Meng!"
Accompanied by the shouts of Mosang and White Soul, I closed my eyes.
I felt that fierce aura sweep past my body, grazing my arm as it continued to surge forward.
"Bang!" It finally came to a stop, embedded in the distant wall.
My left arm felt numb, as if it had been rendered useless. The only thought that crossed my mind was that I was still alive.
As I slowly opened my eyes, perhaps due to a premonition, I knew that Gewa could not kill me, even for the sake of Silver Moon. At that moment, I felt cruel for using the love Silver Moon gave me to hurt those who cared for him.
Gewa was frantically pounding the wall; this was his world, and I didn't have to worry about it collapsing. Although it wasn't life-threatening yet, the pain in my body was becoming increasingly clear, penetrating deep into my bones.
"I'll give you one more chance. I won't use any weapons. If you can make me move even a step, I'll let you go!" Gewa gritted his teeth and said.
I nodded and leaned against the wall beside me, trembling as I stood up. Gewa had already made concessions; if I didn't fight back now, I would probably feel unworthy of searching for Silver Moon.
Gewa let out a loud roar, and Soul Energy radiated from him as his entire body sank down by a meter. It seemed that giving me a chance didn't mean he was going easy on me.
"Xi Meng, how are you holding up?" White Soul asked anxiously.
"I can manage."
My consciousness was somewhat unclear as I gritted my teeth, contemplating how to deal with Gewa.
Earlier, Gewa had said—he was already dead. Furthermore, Silver Moon's father had also claimed he was dead. With so many Undead gathered here, could it be that everything existing here besides us is essentially dead?
Darkness and light were at odds; the Dawn Gate formation had clearly worked last time, but it would have no effect on Gewa—his power was too overwhelming, and this place was under his control.
Given my current state, the only thing left for me to do was use the Bone Flute, Yu's relic. To be honest, I had no confidence at all. When my Soul Energy was at its peak, none of my attacks could inflict even the slightest damage on Gewa. Therefore, I had to change my strategy.
The artifact itself is inherently opposed to the underworld, so what I need to do is control Gewa's thoughts, even if just for a second!
Then—let's choose A Dream of the Bright Moon.
Actually, this piece is somewhat similar to One Thought Dream Soul. One Thought Dream Soul was inspired by my feelings of longing for Prisoner; it captured that complex emotional state beautifully, though it lacked something. Now, perhaps it has truly become perfect because I know what it was missing.
My affection for Prisoner stems from that sense of unattainability. The more distant something is, the more curious you become; the things you cannot obtain are the ones you miss the most. This feeling is wonderful yet difficult to grasp. Just like Prisoner, the aura he exudes always feels separated by a layer of distance; perhaps I will never step into his world. That’s why One Thought Dream Soul lacked that sense of reality.
Now, A Dream of the Bright Moon is not only real but also beautifully transparent and pure. It has ups and downs, emotions, and it encapsulates my journey with Silver Moon—from our initial meeting and parting to our reunion, filled with bittersweetness, innocence, joy, helplessness, and regret. It expresses my heart and my genuine feelings for Silver Moon.
So if this piece doesn’t work either, then I truly don’t know how to move Gewa.
The sound of the Bone Flute is naturally exquisite—ethereal and melodious. Coupled with my longing heart, at this moment, everyone present will surely be moved because my heart has already begun to sink, forgetting Gewa's request.
It seems like a long time has passed. I put down the Bone Flute, opened my eyes, and realized that the corners of my mouth had been turned up in a smile. However, it didn’t last long before it froze.
Where am I?
It appears to be an abandoned palace; the scene is chaotic—dead bodies, broken weapons, and wounded individuals crying out in agony.
“How are you?” I hurried over to the nearest one, an Ox Demon, who is severely injured; half of his body is gone.
But he seems not to see me at all, screaming in pain. I reach out to him—did I pass through?!
So does that mean I am now in a past illusion again?
I didn't have time to think too much; I covered my mouth in shock. It was him?! Gewa! He actually appeared here!
"Your Highness, hurry!" Gewa shouted, carving a bloody path through the wall surrounded by monsters!
A figure closely followed behind him—Silver Moon?! He seemed exhausted, and Gewa supported him.
What was going on?!
"Gewa, hand over the prince, and Queen will spare your life!" one of the terrifying demons said.
"Get lost! I, Gewa, only recognize the rightful king of the Demon Clan. Even if the king abdicates, the successor is still His Highness. She, Siyimo, cannot become queen!"
"Gewa, you will die a painful death!" the opponent shouted sharply.
"Then let's see about that!"
Gewa charged into the encirclement. His spear was like a hellish demon; anyone it touched would immediately meet their end. The surrounding demons were somewhat intimidated, but they still did not retreat.
Endless demons surrounded him. Gewa fought while protecting Silver Moon, sustaining more and more injuries. Gritting his teeth, he used his body as a shield to protect Silver Moon.
"Gewa, die!" A long knife came rushing in, aimed at Gewa but directed toward Silver Moon. Gewa instinctively tried to dodge but saw Silver Moon in danger and turned to block in front of him. The blade carved a deep gash across his left cheek, so deep it nearly split his face.
Then various weapons pierced Gewa's body, instantly making him look like a porcupine. Silver Moon struggled to get up but had no strength at all.
Tears of blood streamed down Gewa's face as he stood before Silver Moon without falling. His fierce expression and cursed eyes stared fiercely at the enemies.
"Stop!" In the distance, several elders rushed over.
It was the Three Elders of the Demon Emperor Silver Hall and Grandpa Langda!
"Although this is an internal conflict among the royal family, you better not go too far. We, the Old Buddies, are still awake and will not tolerate your arrogance!" Grandpa Langda said.
"Go back and tell Siyimo that we only recognize Prince Silvermoon!" It was likely the Third Elder.
"Don't forget, the number of loyal old ministers to the opposing king is no less than that of her, Siyimo. It is not yet her turn to claim the throne," another elder said.
"Get out of here now!"
A large number of demons began to retreat unwillingly, leaving behind countless corpses in the vast palace.
"Your Highness, we are late," the Elders half-kneeled before Silvermoon.
Silvermoon seemed to ignore them, murmuring, "Gewa, Gewa."
I reached out in an attempt to comfort Silvermoon. Although it had no effect, I still wanted to get closer to him.
...
"Gewa will swear to protect Your Highness with my life in the future!" A child solemnly knelt before the young Silvermoon, his small frame making it hard to believe he was Gewa.
"Do as you wish," Silvermoon replied lightly before getting up and leaving.
From that day on, Gewa was almost inseparable from Silver Moon every moment.
“Gewa, is this your way of repaying me?” Silver Moon suddenly asked.
“Yes, Your Highness, I am willing to repay your life-saving grace with my life,” the young man replied stubbornly.
“That’s not enough; you are too weak.” Silver Moon said this and left alone.
Only the young man remained, firmly declaring, “I will become stronger!”
……
“Gewa, will you betray me?” Silver Moon asked.
The strong Gewa knelt before Silver Moon and said, “No, even if everyone else leaves Your Highness in the end, I will always stand by your side. I will not leave even a step, I am Your Highness's eternal shield.”
“You won’t die.” Silver Moon said this and left, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this, I couldn’t help but cry out loud; that rough man named Gewa was so unwaveringly loyal to Silver Moon.
These scenes all existed in Silver Moon's mind; in that broken palace, his memories were so intense that they revealed his vulnerability.
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