si-mexico Chapter 277 Puppet
Chapter 277 Puppet
Three days later.
Qingyunmen.
The autumn wind is like a sharp pair of scissors, ruthlessly cutting away everything in the world.
The withered yellow leaves swayed precariously on the branches, and if not careful, they would be swept away by the autumn wind and fall one after another, swirling in the air before finally piling up helplessly on the ground, layer upon layer, like the earth's sorrow.
Xie Wanning sat on a tree, gazing blankly into the distance.
"How long has she been sitting there?"
"Three days."
Why aren't you all doing anything about it?
"Sister Wan Ning hasn't eaten or drunk anything for the past three days, and she won't listen to anyone, Senior Sister Zhong."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yingxiu quickly climbed the tree. Her hands trembled slightly as she slowly reached out and shook Xie Wanning's shoulders vigorously, repeatedly saying, "Wake up, Junior Sister Xie, don't scare me!"
Xie Wanning raised her eyes, but her gaze was unusually calm, like still water without ripples: "I'm fine."
As she spoke, Xie Wanning walked past Zhong Yingxiu and continued looking ahead.
Zhong Yingxiu tried several times, but only received a cold, emotionless reply.
She jumped down from the tree and shouted angrily, "Where is Senior Brother Qin? Isn't he going to try and persuade Wan Ning?"
Tian Ruochun looked troubled and said, "Senior Brother Qin has been staying in his room for the past three days and has not allowed anyone to disturb him."
"One or two of them have gone too far." Zhong Yingxiu shook her hand helplessly and walked towards Qin Muyang's room.
Before leaving, Zhong Yingxiu glanced at Tian Ruochun and nodded gently.
Tian Ruochun's eyes flickered slightly. She quickly climbed up the tree and sat down next to Xie Wanning.
The two remained silent, observing everything before them.
The sky was dyed orange-red, and the silhouettes of a few birds appeared and disappeared in the afterglow.
Sometimes they soar high, sometimes they hover low, their slender figures appearing exceptionally graceful against the backdrop of the sunset. Their cries pierce the sky, echoing in the stillness, adding a touch of liveliness and vitality to this beautiful twilight.
Is the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons like this too?
"No, there was no light there, and monsters were everywhere. I died so many times. Until I met my masters..." Xie Wanning's voice was choked with sobs as she forced back her tears.
Tian Ruochun gently approached, carefully extending her arms to steadily encircle Xie Wanning in her embrace. She rested her chin lightly on the top of Xie Wanning's head and gently patted her back, as if she wanted to hide the other person into her own body.
Her eyes were full of worry as she gently patted Xie Wanning's back and softly comforted her, "It's alright, everything will pass."
"Xiaotian...I'm sorry...to my masters."
Xie Wanning collapsed into Tian Ruochun's arms, clutching her clothes tightly as if grasping at a last straw. Her head was buried in Tian Ruochun's neck, and hot tears streamed down her face, soaking Tian Ruochun's clothes.
Suppressed sobs escaped from deep within her throat, her shoulders trembling violently, each sob filled with endless grievance and pain.
"Do you want revenge?" Tian Ruochun's eyes flickered slightly, a resolute glint in them.
"I want to!" Xie Wanning raised her head, her eyes filled with hatred, her mind filled with the words "Heaven's Way".
However, to see Fusang, one must ascend to immortality.
The spiritual energy of the entire cultivation world has long been exhausted, so even if Xie Wanning cultivates desperately, she will find it difficult to ascend.
Thinking of this, the light in Xie Wanning's eyes gradually dimmed.
Tian Ruochun held Xie Wanning's hand tightly and said, "Sister Wanning, I will help you."
the other side.
"Junior Sister Zhong, there's no need for me to say more. I already know about your plan with Tian Ruochun," Qin Muyang said with a light laugh, but shook his head: "But have you really considered the consequences? The entire cultivation world is already on the verge of collapse. If you really want to extract the remaining spiritual energy, what will happen to the cultivation world?"
“It seems you know everything.” Zhong Yingxiu sat down, unhurriedly. “However, I am not the mastermind. If you want to discuss the progress of the plan, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong person.”
Qin Muyang narrowed his eyes slightly, his face turning cold: "Junior Sister Zhong, how could you, as the 'array eye,' not be able to decide your actions? In the future I 'see,' your actions are very dangerous and are highly likely to fail."
Zhong Yingxiu remained silent, pondering Qin Muyang's words, but her tone was low and somber: "So, Senior Brother Qin, since you can know the future, what do you think is the best way to save the cultivation world? Is there a better method?"
Qin Muyang was speechless. The future he 'saw' was incredibly chaotic, but every future pointed to one outcome—the demise of the cultivation world.
“We both know the outcome in the cultivation world. So why not take a risk!” Zhong Yingxiu said resolutely.
"Have you considered the consequences of activating that magic array? What will happen to your and Tian Ruochun's lives? What will become of the people of the entire cultivation world? We cannot do something so uncertain." Qin Muyang slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his eyes filled with barely suppressed anger.
"Hold on? We can't worry about that now." Zhong Yingxiu gave a bitter smile. "The seal on the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons has been broken, immortals have fallen, and the entire cultivation world is in dire straits. Everyone can see clearly now that Heaven doesn't want us to live at all. If we don't resist, are we just going to wait to die?"
The seal of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons is so powerful that only the Heavenly Dao has the ability to open it in an instant.
The fall of an immortal was something that had never happened in ten thousand years. This caused widespread panic throughout the cultivation world.
Moreover, the cultivation world had already suffered heavy casualties from the great war between humans and demons, the invasion of demons from the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons, and the oppressive power of the Heavenly Dao. Now, almost all cultivators no longer believed in the Heavenly Dao, and had only one thought in their minds—to survive.
“We had no other choice but to do this.” Zhong Yingxiu got up and left.
She opened the door, and the autumn wind blew in, adding a layer of chill.
"Senior Sister Zhong, please forgive me!"
Qin Muyang launched a sudden attack, wildly waving his folding fan. Wherever the fan passed, sand and stones flew, and he attacked Zhong Yingxiu with overwhelming force.
"Flying Knife Formation, activate!"
Immediately afterwards, countless beams of light and sharp blades surged out from within the formation, shooting towards the folding fan like a rain of pear blossoms. Under the dense attack, the fan ribs shattered inch by inch, the fan surface was riddled with holes, and finally it collapsed to the ground.
"Clap!"
Qin Muyang's face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground. His figure shrank, instantly turning into a puppet.
Zhong Yingxiu froze for a moment, then clenched her fist and slammed it hard against the door.
"fraud!"
The Sea of Chaos.
The chaotic sea surged, yet a figure could be faintly seen in its depths.
He clutched a light blue jade pendant tightly in his hand, his body slightly curled up, and he closed his eyes wearily, even though it was already pitch black before him.
The memory goes back five years.
After falling into the Sea of Chaos, Qin Muyang's body was eroded by the power of chaos.
He was a spiritual cultivator and could not withstand the damage from the power of chaos.
At first, there was pain.
Later, numbness set in.
No more pain, no more sensation, only darkness before my eyes, no sound, no breath, no smell.
In the silent world, Qin Muyang waited, knowing he was not dead, and he wanted to return to Wan Ning's side.
Fortunately, he gained the approval of the Chaos Sea and absorbed the power of chaos.
Unfortunately, he had lost all five senses. All he could see was thick, inky darkness; no light could penetrate, and familiar colors and shapes had vanished. Utter silence surrounded him—no wind, no human voice, even his own breathing was swallowed up. He could smell nothing; the fragrance of flowers, the aroma of food, were distant memories. His tongue could taste nothing—no sweet, sour, bitter, or spicy; every bite was bland and numb. His fingertips could touch nothing; he felt no warmth, no texture. The world seemed separated by an invisible membrane, and he could no longer connect with it truly.
His body had long since merged into the sea of chaos, and his soul was bound to it, making it impossible for him to leave.
When the seal on the Sea of Chaos was broken, he used the power of chaos to create a puppet.
Let him come and keep Wan Ning company.
However, when he saw Wan Ning again as a puppet, he felt a little timid.
The leader of the Shadow Pavilion? The head of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion? None of that matters.
Unfortunately, he lost control of his body and soul. Now he has nothing left, and he can never truly return to Wan Ning's side.