The pain pierced to the bone with each strike, unsettling Heart Lake. Chen Yi could almost only hear his increasingly heavy breathing. After swallowing, countless blurry past mories flowed into his mind with obsession. Chen Yi couldn't understand how she could rember so much so deeply, still brooding to this day.
Looking up, Zhou Yitang's obsessions... still numbered in the thousands.
And the obsessions that had already entered Heart Lake began to stir restlessly, like a person who hadn't eaten for three days and nights indulging heartily. Chen Yi already felt like he was being devoured and drained, though he could still bear it. When he saw the vertical pupil in the sky disappear into the void, he barely let out a breath.
Zhou Yitang turned and descended directly from the cliff, landing in front of a sowhat disheveled Chen Yi.
Chen Yi took a breath, capturing sothing unusual in the aura of the one-ard woman. If the peak of Second Grade before was like a multicolored glass porcelain, known for its preciousness at a glance, now it was like a restrained, quaint celadon, seemingly ordinary at first glance, but revealing a deep ancient aning upon closer inspection.
He rembered when he first climbed the mountain, although he respected this master greatly, his Martial Arts attainnt was insufficient, like a frog at the bottom of a well, and he was indifferent to such a realm. However, as his martial arts progressed bit by bit, he realized how profound this realm truly was.
She had returned to the First Grade.
Suddenly, a thought struck Chen Yi, and his gaze involuntarily strayed elsewhere. As soon as he turned his eyes, she said:
"Don't look for it."
"... Where did Tongxuan... go?"
"I've let it go."
Just four short words, yet Chen Yi was suddenly at a loss for words.
Chen Yi stood there, a complex and indescribable emotion swept over him, a mix of feelings.
The Heart Demon is one's inner demon, turning into a demon due to deep obsessions. She carried Zhou Yitang's obsession with the term "master and disciple," thus unwaveringly viewing him as a disciple. Even though he was wary, she would still give her all to assist him.
Logically, there was nothing to be moved by, yet Chen Yi inexplicably felt reluctant to let go. He didn't know whether it was because Zhou Yitang had lost this obsession, or because Tongxuan vanished without a trace, but he suddenly understood Zhou Yitang's feelings...
Thoughts tangled and complex, it took a mont to settle down,
Zhou Yitang looked at Chen Yi and suddenly asked, "Have you found what you're looking for?"
Chen Yi paused, and after a mont of silence, he replied, "… No."
"Then it never existed," she said.
"Perhaps I just haven't found it yet," Chen Yi said after taking a deep breath.
In the depths of this woman's nature, could there be sothing he's been seeking out? He thought he could find it, yet even though he had absorbed so many obsessions and seen so many mories, he hadn't uncovered the slightest hint of it. The utterly mundane Zhou Yitang seemingly unperturbed by all these mories engraved in her heart, regardless of size or complexity.
Thinking of this, perhaps due to his overly complex emotions, Chen Yi didn't feel much dissatisfaction; instead, his gaze grew faint.
But after a mont, he perked up and said, "Let's go, what are we waiting here for?"
The one-ard woman hesitated for a mont and looked at him.
Her entire body's ridians were seeping blood, and her barely smoothed aura was still sowhat chaotic; Chen Yi's condition was far from optimistic.
The obsessions squeezed into his Heart Lake, like suddenly coming to the lush Jiangnan from a barren desert, tirelessly extracting nutrients. It's as difficult as climbing the heavens to drive them out in a short ti.
Yet Chen Yi seed unconcerned and laughed, "You wouldn't want to carry you over, would you?"
"Get lost!"
She said coldly, then turned and stopped in front of Chen Yi, speaking indifferently:
"Co."
Chen Yi was surprised for a mont, then naturally leaned against her back.
Zhou Yitang turned her head and glared at him, pushed him away, and grabbed his hand. He was left speechless, pretending as if nothing had happened as he looked around.
In truth, it was a misunderstanding... that being said, Chen Yi felt that he had so intentional thoughts in his mind. Yet, typically, Zhou Yitang would silently endure losses, such as when he slapped her thigh before and she didn't react.
No ti to think further, Zhou Yitang wielded the Ruoque Sword in her hand, slicing open a rift from the void and stepping into it with him.
The Heart Lake manifested behind, like lting colors rging into the center of her brows.
Step forward.
Landed above the endless sea of clouds.
Black clouds rolled beneath their feet, extending endlessly to the vast and even vaster distance. Occasionally, white light flickered, the thunder appearing suddenly within the clouds.
The sky above was vast and endless, the color like azure-blue veils, occasionally brushed with golden light, as if ten Venerable Gods were watching. Standing here, Chen Yi looked down. Below the high sky, Dragon and Tiger Mountain seed as small as a dagger standing on the ground. The height here was unknown, several tens of thousands of lis; the thunder pulled streaks of flowing light, followed by the long wind howling all around. He suddenly turned his head.
There stood a Heavenly Person like flawless glass, draped in heavenly clothes and resplendent robes in the distance, holding a long bow, the string as full as a full moon.
Almost at the sa mont, he turned his head, moving his unfocused eyes slowly in this direction.
No need for Zhou Yitang to explain, Chen Yi instantaneously knew who it was,
Blind Arrow.
......
The wind and rain intertwined, clouds and mist surged, thunder rolled across the heavens and earth, and the brilliance appearing on the black clouds made Blind Arrow's dignified presence even more majestic.
Completely different from the previous beggar appearance, seeing such a face, Chen Yi couldn't even recall Blind Arrow's previous appearance for a mont.
The sound of thunder was piercing.
In the distance, blades and Sword Qi cut across the sky, sotis black flas would surge and boil, and the heroes and warriors of Dragon and Tiger Mountain were still locked in combat with Evil Immortals, bustling and lively.
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