socalfunplaces I don't even remember Chapter 3367...
I don't even remember Chapter 3367...
But her consciousness remained, and she could still clearly perceive everything around her.
"go to hell!"
Hu Xiaoman raised his hand and, with his last bit of strength, shouted at the ball of light, which was interwoven with gold and black, word by word.
"The Way of Heaven...returns to its rightful place!"
"Rumble--"
The moment the words fell, the entire void trembled violently.
Countless mysterious runes appeared on the void dome.
The golden primordial essence seemed to hear a call from the depths of its soul. It suddenly broke free from the entanglement of the black soul seed, transformed into a dazzling golden stream of light, soared into the sky, pierced directly through the void gate, and flew towards the collapsing Eastern Zhou World.
The moment it flew away, the black soul seed attached to it completely lost its soul's support and was exposed to the outside world.
"Do not--!"
In the void, it seemed as if Zhou Wenlun's unwilling roar echoed, filled with intense resentment and madness.
The next second, dark clouds filled the sky, and thunder rumbled overhead.
That was a judgment from the Great Dao, an eradication of evil.
A thick bolt of purple divine lightning, like a giant dragon, fell from the sky and struck the black mist.
"puff!"
With a soft sound, the insidious soul seed, without even a chance to struggle, was reduced to ashes by the divine lightning and completely disappeared into the world.
The pure essence of the Heavenly Dao transformed into a magnificent golden rain, which poured down upon the collapsing Eastern Zhou world.
In the east, the roaring, towering waves subsided instantly, and the sea returned to calm.
In the south, the erupting volcanoes have completely extinguished, and the crimson lava is slowly cooling.
In the West, the fractured earth began to heal, and the bottomless abyss gradually closed.
In the north, the raging blizzards have ceased their fury, and the millennia-old glaciers no longer collapse.
The crimson hue of the sky and earth faded, and sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining down on the earth once more.
Life is slowly returning.
Jun Yichen, covered in blood and with ghost poison hidden in his body;
To stop the lava, the pure white feathers were almost melted by the lava and went to Ah Yao;
The Moon Tree, rooted in the abyss, saved countless people with its branches, but was battered and bruised by rocks.
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, the golden dragon melting the glacier;
And those ordinary people who were crying out in the ruins and struggling in despair all stopped moving at this moment.
Feeling that warm and familiar atmosphere.
That was the aura of the Heavenly Dao.
It is gentle and powerful, carrying the strength to nourish all things, without a trace of impurity.
The Way of Heaven... has returned!
The natural disaster is over!
But Jun Yichen, A Yao, Yue Shu, Jin Long, and the others all knew.
This is not Hu Xiaoman!
This Heavenly Dao has stripped away all consciousness and emotion; it is a pure, unconscious force of worldly rules.
It can repair the earth, it can stabilize the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and prevent it from suffering from the pain caused by the Heavenly Way, but it can never bring back the Heavenly Way girl who could cry and laugh.
Jun Yichen knelt on the ground, covered in blood, with a dull pain in his chest.
"Xiaoman!"
He murmured, his eyes bloodshot, a tear slowly falling, which then transformed into a golden light and shot into the void.
Moon Tree, Golden Dragon, and A Yao immediately transformed into three beams of light and sped toward the Gate of Void.
Xiaoman, are you still alive?
In the end what happened?
In the void, as the Heavenly Dao returned to its rightful place, the primal power supporting the barrier was completely exhausted.
The golden, transparent light curtain receded slowly like the tide, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated into the air.
"Xiaoman!"
As soon as the barrier broke, Hu Qingye rushed out like a madman.
He rushed to Hu Xiaoman's side and carefully took the blood-covered, unconscious girl into his arms.
His movements were so gentle, as if he were holding a fleeting phantom, afraid that if he exerted the slightest force, she would vanish completely.
"Xiaoman... wake up..."
"Wake up..."
"Please open your eyes and look at me."
Hu Xiaoman lay quietly in his arms, her face as pale as paper, devoid of any color, her thin body as light as a feather.
Her breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible, and the rise and fall of her chest was as shallow as a candle flickering in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.
What broke Hu Qingye's heart the most was that even in a deep coma, her eyes were still half-open, her long eyelashes drooping limply, unable to conceal the desolation in her eyes.
That place no longer holds the clarity and liveliness of the past, no longer holds the stars and the sea, and no longer holds his figure.
All that remained was... a deathly, grayish-white expanse.
Empty, blank, without any focus.
She... went blind.
Deathly silence.
Only Hu Qingye's suppressed, heavy breathing and the low sobs of A Ling, Yu Mengmeng, and Xiao Zi intertwined, filling the air with a profound sadness.
Hu Qingye held Hu Xiaoman tightly, not daring to move an inch.
He looked at the face of the person in his arms with heartache, his gaze lingering on her gray eyes. It felt as if an invisible hand had ripped a piece out of his heart, and the pain was so intense that he could hardly breathe.
“Ah Ling…” Hu Qingye slowly raised her head, her voice terribly hoarse, as if it had been sanded by sandpaper.
"Save her..."
Aling wiped away her tears, flapped her tiny wings and flew over, her little hand trembling with nervousness as she gently pressed it against Hu Xiaoman's forehead.
Golden spiritual energy slowly flowed in, probing the condition of her soul.
A moment later, Ah Ling abruptly withdrew her hand, unable to hold back any longer, and burst into tears, her cries heart-wrenching.
"Waaaaah... The little devil's soul... is half shattered..."
"The origin of Heaven was too deeply bound to her soul, and the separation was too thorough, taking away a part of her intelligence as well..."
"She's now...not only blind..."
Ah Ling choked up, the words reaching her lips but seemingly blocked by something, unable to continue, as if she couldn't bear to reveal that cruel and suffocating truth.
"What...what else?" Hu Qingye's voice grew softer and softer.
The person in his arms was so light and so cold, which filled him with an unprecedented fear.
He could guess the answer, but he couldn't believe it.
Ah Ling cried so hard she could barely breathe, her little body trembling. "Her mental age... is probably only that of a four or five-year-old... She probably doesn't remember many things..."
Ah Ling's words struck Hu Qingye like a bolt from the blue, shattering his last glimmer of hope.
He looked at the person in his arms, at her pale face, and finally, tears welled up and fell onto her face, cold and sharp.
Just then, Hu Xiaoman's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she sensed something.
She woke up.
Hu Qingye held her breath instantly, her heart pounding wildly. She looked at her nervously, a faint glimmer of hope still lingering in her eyes.
"Xiaoman?" he called tentatively, his voice so gentle it could melt water.
Hu Xiaoman slowly turned her head, her movements somewhat stiff.
Her eyes remained unfocused, gray and lifeless, like a stagnant pool, devoid of any ripples.