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"Heart!" Hu Fang shouted. Just as I turned around, I felt a powerful hand grab my shoulder and yank me backward, sending me flying.
In a moment of desperation, I plunged Jiang Ling into the ground, barely managing to stabilize myself.
At that moment, Li Zhisheng appeared silently beside me. Alarm bells rang in my head as I quickly swung out a Slash Mark at him.
Li Zhisheng jumped back a few steps, calmly extending his hand to catch the Slash Mark and crushing it into dust. "Is this all you've got?!" he said, looking at the scattered black particles in his palm.
I glanced at Hu Fang and Wang Po lying on the ground not far away and thought, "If I use the power of Hatred from Void Spirit now, I might lose control again, and they could very well die by my hand. But if I don't use that terrifying power, facing this formidable Soul Burial means only one path—death..."
Void Spirit sneered at my confusion. "Do you think you have a choice? If you don't use the power of Hatred, with just ten percent of your remaining strength, how do you plan to fight against Burial? Either you kill all three of them, or you let Burial kill all three of you..."
I interrupted Void Spirit sharply. "Enough! I will not let them die!" With that, I tightened my grip on Jiang Ling and slowly infused some of Void Spirit's power into the sword.
A Red Dragon emerged from the hilt, gradually coiling around my hands and the sword handle.
Li Zhisheng seemed to sense something was off; before I could fully stabilize the power within the hilt, he charged at me with a gust of wind.
At that moment, I couldn't think about anything else. I held my breath and focused my gaze on Li Zhisheng, who was rushing toward me like a hungry tiger. A dark halo erupted beneath my feet, spreading ink-like shadows outward.
"Even if I can't save them, I'll fight with everything I've got!" With that thought in mind, I gritted my teeth and advanced with my sword raised.
Li Zhisheng seemed to see through the secret of my sword immediately. He timed his move perfectly, extending his fingers with razor-sharp nails aimed straight at my hand gripping Jiang Ling.
But I wouldn't let him succeed. Just as he was about to make contact, I flicked the sword in a subtle motion, sending a thin Slash Mark from the tip that struck his arm and deflected him.
At the same time, a few points of white light shot from Wang Po's direction and hit Li Zhisheng's leg. "Now's your chance!" Wang Po shouted at me.
Hearing this, I quickly steadied myself and aimed the Crimson Spirit Sword directly at Li Zhisheng's chest before thrusting it hard into him.
As the blade fully penetrated, You Long coiled around his chest. Li Zhisheng's expression froze instantly. I thought to myself, "Is he... dead?"
"Get away from him!" Void Spirit urged urgently. Startled, I withdrew Jiang Ling and stumbled back several steps.
Void Spirit continued, "Originally, the two souls within him could hold off Soul Burial for a while longer, but now... you've killed one of them, and the other is being devoured by Soul Burial! He's finished!"
I stared wide-eyed at Li Zhisheng, who was frozen in place, my mind a whirlwind of confusion. "I caused his death; I killed him, I killed Li Zhisheng..."
Void Spirit echoed relentlessly, "That's right, you killed him, you killed your good friend. Regret it! Hatred it! Look at your hands, stained with blood!"
At that moment, everything in front of me blurred, as if the entire world was drifting away from me, and all the negative emotions within surged up in an instant.
With vacant eyes, I looked at Jiang Ling in my hands, covered in Li Zhisheng's blood, murmuring to myself, "I killed my friend; I did it with my own hands... Yes, I am the sinner. What reason do I have to live? I Hatred myself; I Hatred this world..."
In that instant, an unprecedented power erupted within me. I could feel the mark on my hand growing rapidly, and my soul was beginning to detach from my body.
A surge of Black Lightning flowed outward from my skin, even affecting the Red Dragon in my hand, transforming it into a dark dragon.
"Buddy, don’t let the darkness consume your heart. Your friend can still be saved; he’s not dead!" Wang Po's voice came from afar. Hearing that Li Zhisheng could still be saved felt like a glimmer of hope in the endless darkness.
I struggled and screamed into the void, desperately trying to break free from the encroaching negative emotions.
But the darkness felt rooted in my heart, impossible to shake off.
As the last glimmer of light was about to be swallowed up and I was on the brink of falling into an endless abyss...
"I’m not dead yet..." Suddenly, I heard Li Zhisheng's voice, faint but persistent. He repeated softly, "I’m not dead... Shen Xu, wake up..."
His voice rang like a loud bell in my mind, causing cracks to form in the darkness within me, shattering it like broken glass in an instant.
As my consciousness returned, the power of Hatred dissipated along with it. I collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Seeing me lose strength again, Li Zhisheng resumed his voice like that of an Evil Spirit, laughing maniacally: "Now let's see how you can resist me!"
I glanced at Jiang Ling in my hand; the You Long had returned to its original red color and flickered subtly. Looking up at the Evil Spirit-like Li Zhisheng, whose chest wound had not fully healed yet, a plan formed in my mind. Calmly, I said, "I may have little power left now, but it's enough to deal with you!"
With sudden determination, I pulled out a piece of already crumpled Xie Fu, simultaneously cutting my finger with Jiang Ling and letting my blood spill onto the talisman.
"Now! You can’t resist me!" I slammed the talisman onto the sword wound on Li Zhisheng's chest.
Li Zhisheng was momentarily stunned, then suddenly broke free from the white light binding his feet, shouting, "No! I don't want to go back! No!"
At that moment, the power of the Void Spirit within me was completely exhausted. I struggled to stay upright, half-opening my eyes and forcing a smile at the agonized cries of Li Zhisheng. "If it weren't for Wang Po holding you down, I might have really died at your hands... but this Hatred power is just too overwhelming..." I muttered to myself, feeling darkness close in as I collapsed heavily to the ground.
...
I lost track of time before I finally managed to open my eyes again. As I tried to raise my hand, a sharp pain shot through my arm like an electric shock. "Hiss—" I gasped in pain.
"You're awake?" came Wang Po's voice from beside me.
"Where am I?" I struggled to sit up, but the intense pain throughout my body forced me to lie back down.
Wang Po was beside me, placing a damp towel on my forehead. "Isn't this the place where you first met me? Have you forgotten?"
I looked around and confirmed that it was indeed the room before the attack, with my backpack resting beside my pillow.
"What about Li Zhisheng and Hu Fang?!" Not seeing them made me anxious.
Wang Po sat on the edge of the bed. "You were unconscious for three days; all the medicine has been used up. They went into town to buy more for you, even Da Zhuang went with them."
"Three? So Li Zhisheng's Soul Burial has been dispelled?" I asked excitedly.
Wang Po shook her head, looking somewhat worried. "No, but thanks to your Xie Fu. By the way, how did you know that using Xie Fu could temporarily seal Soul Burial?"
I humbly replied, "It’s because I had encountered a similar battle before. Back then, I faced an indestructible monster that resembled Soul Burial, though it wasn't as powerful."
Wang Po nodded thoughtfully. "No wonder. But why would that century-old Yin Master come looking for trouble with you? He almost killed me!"
I was taken aback and quickly asked, "What? Do you know Gu Kai?!"
"I can't say I know him well; I've just heard his name. He was said to be the only Yin Master a hundred years ago who could extend his life using demon arts, and he has always kept his techniques secret. I've only heard seniors mention him before; it was my first time seeing his true form three days ago. I never expected him to be so formidable," Wang Po said, a hint of concern crossing her face.
"I feel guilty about this; it's our fault. If I hadn't been careless and let him learn about my whereabouts, you wouldn't have been dragged into this mess and almost lost your life because of us," I said apologetically.
"You don't need to feel guilty; this matter concerns me as well since I'm also a Yin Master. I'm sure you've realized that," Wang Po replied. Then she seemed to remember something and turned serious. "By the way, there's one thing you must be cautious about: you need to be wary of the Void Spirit within you. Never let your desire for power cloud your judgment, and do not trust what it tells you; otherwise, the consequences could be dire."
Hearing Wang Po mention my Void Spirit, a terrifying scene flashed through my mind—the moment I wielded the power of Hatred through the Void Spirit. Although I gained unparalleled strength, the longer I used it, the deeper I sank into its depths, nearly being consumed by that power.
"How... do you know the origins of my Void Spirit?" I pressed on.
Upon hearing this, Wang Po fell silent. After a long moment of contemplation, she finally spoke to me, "Do you remember what Gu Kai said to you before he left during his battle with your friend?"
I recalled some details but hesitated, tentatively asking, "Are you referring to the Void God?"
Wang Po nodded in affirmation. "I suspect you might not know what a Void God is. I have only heard whispers about it from some seniors. It is said that at the dawn of Yin Master and Yang Master, the souls of the Nine Founders were referred to as Divine Souls. After their deaths, they transformed into Void Spirits, which were then named Void Gods."
"What does this have to do with my Void Spirit? Do you think my Void Spirit is one of those nine individuals?"
Wang Po's expression was as calm as water. "After countless cycles of reincarnation, no one knows where these Void Gods have ended up. It’s possible that the one you possess is indeed one of the founders of Yang Master and Yin Master, one of the nine Divine Souls..."
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