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Upon returning home, Dong Zheng stood by the bed, seemingly lost in thought as he continued to gather Soul Energy.
"Sha, how is Shun?" I asked softly.
Sha shook his head, looking serious.
"I know what injured Shun, and also, I remember that man in the black robe..."
"That man in the black robe fought me in the Demon Emperor Silver Hall. His physique was unusual; he practiced Nether Energy just like I did, but his Nether Energy was rather sinister. I've always felt that his soul had long been sacrificed. Although I'm not sure what problems arose during his cultivation, he is a very cruel and cold-hearted person."
"Do you really know him?" Shi asked in surprise.
"That's right. Back then, my Nether Energy surpassed his, and I remember clearly that I eliminated all of his Nether Energy." I recalled the outcome of that match carefully. Kurozawa was devoured by his own Nether Energy, lying helplessly on the ground like an empty shell; at that moment, I couldn't even bear to look him in the eye.
"But where did all that evil energy come from?" Shi questioned, puzzled.
"That aura is similar to Nether Energy but has some differences. It must be Siyimo's doing, completely turning Kurozawa into a monster," I replied.
"...Only she possesses such power," Shi sighed.
"I currently have no Nether Energy. At my level now, relying solely on Pure Sound for purification may not be enough. However, it's still worth a try."
"Thank you, Miss," Shi nodded.
Looking at the deceased lying flat on the bed, I felt a wave of guilt in my heart. If it weren't for me—
"Miss," Shih softly called, offering a faint smile.
I nodded in response.
My right hand rested on Shun's Heart, activating Pure Sound, and my entire Soul Energy began to circulate rapidly. The white inner dan shimmered with light, continuously emanating a sacred aura.
The Nether Energy being drawn out gradually gathered in my second Nether Qi Inner Dan, but it felt like entering a bottomless pit with no sound for a long time. Ever since I returned to the human realm, for some reason, the Nether Energy seemed to have severed its connection with me; I could no longer sense its presence.
I withdrew my hand and observed Shun's Heart. The strong beating sound was still present, yet there were no signs of Shun awakening.
"The Heart has indeed recovered," Shih said after sensing it several times, relieved.
"Nether Energy directly impacts the soul and can lead to mental collapse at any moment. I'm afraid Shun's soul is trapped somewhere, which is why he hasn't awakened yet. Right now, there's nothing I can do; I can't return to the Nether Realm. The only option is for you to take Shun back to Grandpa Ronda for care. If one day I can return to the Nether Realm, I will definitely awaken Shun."
"It is my incompetence!" Shih clenched his fists, looking remorseful.
"It is my uselessness; I'm not strong enough. For now, we can only take it one step at a time..." I said weakly.
Initially, it was the prisoner who sent me to the Nether Realm for cultivation. I never expected everything that happened afterward would be completely beyond his control. He forcibly took me away and now deliberately cut off all my connections to the Nether Realm. Everything has turned out this way today, and I truly resent him in my heart.
"Alright, as you say, Miss, we will take Shun back first," Shih said.
"...And you all should stay in the Nether Realm; do not return to the human realm."
The three of them were taken aback, not understanding why I said such things. Perhaps, he could sense the struggle within me.
"They won't let me go. Whoever is by my side now will be implicated. It's not worth it; you should leave." I raised my head and looked seriously at the three of them.
"Miss, I've told you, there's no need to say such things again. The path we choose is one we must take responsibility for; you don't need to worry about us," Shi said with a stern expression, clearly displeased.
"We swore to stand by each other," Dong said.
"I will follow you to the death," Sha nodded in agreement.
"Well then, since that's the case, I won't say more. From now on, I will treat you as family and never betray you."
That's right; we all have our own missions and responsibilities. On this path of protection, we don't care about losing our lives. I feel this way, and so do they.
"Miss, remember your promise," Shi said with a bright smile. It was the most beautiful expression I had ever seen on him.
"Go ahead," I replied.
...
After the four of them left, I sat alone on the bed, watching the sky outside gradually darken. It seemed I had grown more accustomed to the night.
Suddenly, as I casually glanced around, something appeared to be hanging on the window!
I froze. Could it be him...?
I opened the window and brought in that familiar Necklace; indeed, it was the one I had thrown away back then.
"Prisoner?" a voice murmured softly.
A chill swept over my back from behind me.
Without turning around, I knew—he had really come.
"Why are you back?" I scoffed.
"...I am the Guardian Deity of the Xi Family, and this is not something you can erase just because you want to end it," the Prisoner's voice was neither cold nor warm.
I couldn't help but laugh. When did that aloof, emotionless god start saying such childish things?
"The contract has not been dissolved. You should wait for the next member of the Xi Family. I don't want any more connection with you." Since I had already chosen my side, if I didn't act decisively, what happened that day would repeat itself.
"Xi Meng, you have to trust me—"
I thought I could face the Prisoner calmly, but his words, "trust me," completely ignited the anger that had been building up in my heart for a long time.
"Trust you? At this point, how can you expect me to trust you?!" I turned around abruptly, wanting to see if that god could truly speak without changing his expression!
"How many innocent Living Beings did Siyimo kill? Causing chaos and endangering the three realms, sowing discord among the clans. The human world is now in constant peril. You have already shown your true intentions; there’s no need to return to my side... Prisoner, you once said that the Dream Soul Master exists to protect the human realm. Now how can you expect me to trust you again?"
The Prisoner stood still, without a trace of movement, only looking at me with sorrow on his face, never uttering another word.
After a long silence, the Prisoner slowly spoke, "I just wanted to protect you."
A shiver ran through me, a bittersweet feeling.
"Prisoner, I truly thank you. Everything I have now is because of you, and I understand that. You personally brought me into the Underworld, where I met many people—friends, family, and even a lover. But you destroyed it all with your own hands. In my heart, you are no different from Siyimo; I can't trust you."
"...Lover? You really care about that little ghost?" the Prisoner asked in confusion.
"That's right, I like Silver Moon. And now I realize how much I truly like him. Every day in the human world, I miss him so much; I really want to see him again."
There may be many limitations in life, but at this moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy. Because I could cry freely, feel the heartbeat of my heart more clearly, and sense that bittersweet longing and deep affection.
I also understood just how much I cared for Moon...
Humans are inherently delicate beings when it comes to emotions.
"Xi Meng, I really shouldn't have let you go to the Underworld; your heart has already strayed," the Prisoner's voice turned cold.
"Are you saying my heart is no longer under your control?! That's right; you can't influence me anymore."
"No, I don't believe it."
"Prisoner... let's end it here. Wait for the next successor to appear. In this lifetime, we are destined to be enemies," I said firmly.
I could no longer hesitate; otherwise, more people would be hurt because of me.
“Xi Meng—” the prisoner called softly, his voice barely audible, yet I could truly hear the faint trace of vulnerability and helplessness.
He is a prisoner, yet that high and mighty god.
At this moment, I dared not look at him.
“...I was once married to Siyimo.” Just when I thought enough time had passed for the prisoner to disappear, he spoke gently.
“Initially, the Demon Clan was isolated from the outside world; our people lived in peace. For over ten thousand years, there was not a single quarrel, not even a minor dispute.”
“However, the Demon Clan has one flaw: we cannot reproduce on our own and must rely on the Demon Flower for propagation. It takes far too long for a flower to bloom and mature.”
“...The Demon Clan is born immortal; no matter how long you wait, you will only increase in number, right?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“That’s correct, but there is one point in the legend that is incorrect. The Demon Clan does not age and remains eternally youthful. We do grow old; even with immortality, we cannot escape the laws of aging. With few members in the clan and no disputes, maintaining beauty became the most obsessive pursuit of our people.”
“One day, rumors spread that the outside world could grant our people eternal youth. The Demon Clan experienced slight unrest; we elders thought we could suppress the rumors, but we underestimated the allure of beauty. More and more clan members began to escape from the realm of demons.”
“What’s even more unimaginable is that those who left returned to the Demon Clan with an infatuated look, persuading all demons to venture out and see how splendid the outside world is.”
“...Where did the Demon Clan originally come from?” I asked.
“Colorless Realm, that dull and flavorless place... perhaps one could say that the Demon Clan was merely a beautiful plaything created by heaven, trapped in Colorless Realm for others to admire without any meaning.”
“In the end, the Elders decided to leave Colorless Realm and seek methods of beauty in the outside world, which spiraled out of control from there.”
"The demon race cherishes one another, and the choice of partners relies on the Fated Flower, also known as the Demon Flower, which determines whether they can attract each other. The Fated Flower between Siyimo and me intertwines our existence, naturally binding us as husband and wife. In the Colorless Realm, we respect each other and live quite peacefully."
"Is that love?" I asked softly.
"Hehe, everyone in the demon race cherishes one another; that is our entire emotion... However, your mention of love reminds me of a woman, the first one in my life to say she loved me."
"Is it Yama Queen?"
"That's right. She told me to stay by her side forever."
"Were you moved by her?"
The prisoner fell silent for a moment before saying, "No, at that time I was just curious about the love you spoke of. Besides, it was Siyimo who mentioned wanting Yama Queen's position and asked me to give it to her."
"I hadn't noticed then that Siyimo had begun to change... She became more and more beautiful and desired more. Sometimes, I felt she was no longer the wife I once knew."
"Did you agree to her?"
"Yes, she is my wife, so naturally I would give her what she wanted. I thought it was a small matter and didn't expect anyone would be hurt."
"But when I realized that the demon race had gradually strayed from seeking beauty and had begun to indulge in greed, betrayal, murder, and conflict, I could no longer persuade everyone to stop."
"Later, all demons were sealed away except for Ink Seal and Purple Seal who were kept by the Grim Reaper. How did you escape?"
"Sigh... It was your ancestor who opened the Eye of Heaven to grant me immortality and rid me of my demonic nature, allowing me to ascend as a celestial being," the prisoner sighed.
"Oh my God, how is this possible?! Such power?! I can hardly believe it."
"It is like this, I owe too much to your ancestor. He saved me from suffering, but I betrayed Siyimo and the demon clan because of it."
"At that time, your ancestor was entrusted by Yama Queen and ultimately did not take action against me. However, they chose another way to take revenge on me, deceiving me into believing that the demon clan had been purified and that the divine realm would reassign us, allowing us to become gods, immortal and revered by all."
"...But the truth is, the demon clan was sealed and suppressed, and only you became a god?"
"That's right. I abandoned my own kin to become a god alone, yet I cannot hate Yama Queen or your ancestor. After all, at that time, I had longed for liberation. Without your ancestor, I might not have continued to survive; that demon clan had already fallen into darkness, shattered and destroyed."
"I missed the decline of the demon clan, missed the tragic lives of my kin, and missed my wife's calls for help. I was born with a cold nature, but Siyimo always treated me sincerely. She thought that what she took from others would please me. However, I abandoned her and left alone. Even if one day I learn all the truths, I will still have to face all the pain by myself."
At this point, I no longer know who is right or wrong...
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