Chapter 987 Demon Seed is Natural (21)
"You have trapped her and killed her for life after life. Why bother?! Why bother?!"
The ancestor who had been silent all this time slowly raised his eyes, leaning against the endless sea of fog and sky, his figure gradually disappeared in this quiet bamboo house, leaving only one sentence echoing in the house.
"She's mine, I'm saving her."
She is mine...
I'm saving her...
Aowu watched the ancestor disappear, his heart was filled with mixed emotions, and he didn't know what to do.
But he knew something.
The ancestor will not let him go.
There is no benefit in staying here.
Qinglong is disappearing and he wants to save her.
Thinking of this, Aowu grabbed the silver box on the table and put it into his arms, then ran out holding the Qinglong who was almost completely turned into transparent.
Just half a step out of the bamboo house, the scene in front of me suddenly changed!
The path among the flowers is gone.
Inside the Poxu Palace.
The clouds, mountains, and fog are gone.
There was only a vast expanse of desolate dead trees in front of me, with a lone black crow sitting on the tree. Next to the tree were rugged mountains.
He knew this place well, he had been here for hundreds of years.
"The place where souls gather..."
Have they always been in the Soul Gathering Place?
Qinglong on the side sneered.
"Look, this is our ancestor, aloof and indifferent, playing with us in the palm of his hand."
They've been hanging around here forever.
There is no hibiscus tree.
There is no such thing as Poxu Palace.
Everything is an illusion.
The final destination is the place where the ancestors wanted them to come.
He squeezed the box in his palm, squealing hard, and the sharp corner of the box stung his palm painfully.
This made him realize that he was not dreaming.
Everything is a virtual realm set by the ancestors.
From the moment they planned to search for Zhou Ye together, the Hollow Realm appeared. They did not go to the God Realm, let alone the Immortal Realm, but went straight down to the center of the rugged mountains, to this place where souls gather.
From beginning to end, they knew nothing.
Like a puppet on strings, being led step by step.
This feeling...
I don't know how to describe it.
Although it was the ancestor who pulled the strings, this feeling of powerlessness that his life and death had been controlled for a long time still deeply frustrated Aowu's enthusiasm.
The cup of tea I just saw was fake...
Maybe even the ancestor I saw was fake...
"Have you seen it? This is the Patriarch of Dharma and Buddha, who controls life and death in the world. In his eyes, you are worse than an ant."
"Stop talking, eat this, and I will take you to the place where souls gather."
Qinglong is very stubborn and determined to be wiped out.
"I'm going to bring her out."
"Green mulberry!"
Aowu suddenly called her, calling her name for the first time.
After shouting, he was a little cautious, but the situation was serious at this time, so he could only say clumsily and eagerly.
"Zhou Ye has been thinking of ways to save you these years."
Qingsang looked back, staring into Aowu's eyes.
"I have stayed with her in the Soul Gathering Land for more than seven hundred years, and I have experienced the lower world with her for nearly a thousand years. She has been trying her best to wake you up."
Aowu still remembers that Zhou Ye, who has always been free and uninhibited, restrained his nature and continued to complete the task for the sake of a little power of the sword soul.
"She cares about you very much and regards the knife as a treasure. Although she never said it, I can feel that Zhou Ye misses you very much, really."
Aowu was jealous of this for a long time.
Jealous of a knife.
In the past, he couldn't understand why Zhou Ye would be so obsessed with a knife.
Now that I think about it, I finally understand.
Because this knife was probably the person who cared about her the most in the world.
(End of chapter)