“Yes, I finally waited for you.”

Master Anran’s voice was as light as a sigh.

Xu Shanshan’s figure flashed, and his fingertips had already grasped the half-transparent corner of Shi Anran’s sleeve.

The soul-locking chain that bound him made a crisp sound. She raised her fingers to form a seal, slightly opened her red lips, and her glass-like light pupils reflected tiny rays of light.

“it’s useless.”

The master An Ran held her hand tightly and stopped her from breaking the curse by force.

Xu Shanshan pursed her lips into a straight line and flicked her sleeves to block him away.

The loose collar slipped to his elbows, and the hideous old scar on his heart, winding like a snake, seemed to be telling the tragedy of that year.

She was hit and her pupils froze.

“It’s useless. This is the oath I made myself. This is the punishment I deserve. No one can break it. Don’t bother yourself.”

His hair was like night ink, so thick that it could not be dissolved; his clothes fluttered gently in the breeze, as light as flowing clouds.

Xu Shanshan whispered softly, his voice low and hoarse: “Why are you…”

“Back then, you were lying on the altar, your blood soaked through the nine layers of black ice…” His gentle tone contained some pain and pity: “Master never wants to see that again.”

Xu Shanshan looked up, searching for the emotions in his eyes, and asked blankly: “You have done so much, but ended up like this, what’s the point?”

He stretched out his hand, smiled and stroked the red corners of her eyes. Where his fingertips passed, it suddenly turned into the peach forest with falling petals flying all over the place, as if time had gone back to the peach forest where they first met.

“Our relationship as master and disciple ends here, Shen’er…”

The remaining soul turned into fireflies that flowed in the void, illuminating the scene deep in the memory—

The girl curled up in his arms in the rainstorm, with half of the broken jade pendant still clenched in her fingertips.

Her blood dyed the altar red and soaked the black ice, but he could only watch her endure endless pain.

His face seemed to be carefully sketched by a skilled painter, his eyes were narrow and deep, but at this moment they were filled with gentleness and relief like water.

“I will give you your heart back to make up for the momentary mistake we made that year. You also need to give me back your trust and reliance. I will keep it well this time and will never lose it again.”

The picture gradually blurred and Xu Shanshan returned to reality.

Fine “snow” fell from the sky. The snow on the ruins of the underground palace was actually ashes. The vast expanse of white covered up the tragedy and bloodiness of the past.

She stood there motionless, the sunset nailing her shadow on the broken ruins, making it long and lonely.

What Xu Shanshan held in her hand was the complete jade beads given to her as a disciple, and she slowly clenched it.

A mound of earth rose from the scorched earth, and a skeleton hand with a white jade ring hanging on it emerged from the earth. Its five fingers were ferocious, as if telling of endless resentment.

“Sure enough, it’s still there.” She murmured in a low voice, her eyes were dark to a terrifying degree, and she crushed her finger bones with one kick.

At this moment, a faint fluorescent light slipped out from the bone gaps, reflecting the red light of the sunset and emitting a faint green glow.

Xu Shanshan’s expression was shocked.

Is that… a fragment of a residual soul?

The sound of chains breaking was heard from the ruins of the underground palace, as if something was waking up.

Xu Shanshan stood in the center of the ruins of the underground palace. The jade pendant in her hand was slightly hot, as if responding to her heartbeat.

On the scorched earth, countless wronged souls loomed in the gradually dimming light. Their wails were like sharp blades, piercing the tranquility of the early morning, carrying endless pain and resentment. “Is that so?”

She murmured and raised her hand, a ray of golden light condensed at her fingertips.

“In my name, I will guide you to the afterlife.”

The golden light turned into thousands of silk threads, entwining around every wronged soul.

“The three evil paths and six realms of suffering are just a dream in this life!”

The sound of chains breaking was heard again from deep within the underground palace. The souls that had been imprisoned for hundreds of years were finally freed. The wailing sounds gradually subsided, and were replaced by a sense of relief and tranquility.

The soul of King Zhenbei appeared first. His armor was still shining, but the hostility in his eyes had dissipated. He bowed deeply to Xu Shanshan, and turned into stars that disappeared into the sky, as if thanking her for her salvation.

Next came the souls of the powerful people of the previous dynasty. Their faces returned to their appearances when they were alive, and their eyes were full of gratitude and relief.

Xu Shanshan watched them turn into starlight one by one, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, as if he saw the prosperity of former power and the decline of the present time.

I am greedy and want to suffer, but when I wake up from the dream, I see a yellow beam! I can’t take anything with me, and my words are sad all the way.

The last ones to appear were the innocent craftsmen and boys and girls. Their souls were pure yet fragile, and their eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

Xu Shanshan waved his hand gently, and strands of golden light gently enveloped them and sent them to reincarnation, as if guiding them on a path to light.

The last wronged soul in the local palace dissipated, and Xu Shanshan felt weak.

She knelt on the ground, the jade pendant in her hand emitting a faint light, as if comforting her fatigue.

“Master, this is what you wanted to see…” She murmured softly, with a hint of relief and fatigue in her voice.

After kneeling for a long time, she supported herself and slowly stood up, her black robe rustling in the wind. She whispered to the void, “Then it will be as you wish. I will have a little mercy on the world of Xuanshu.”

Thousands of miles away, deep in the hell of endless suffering, the chains made clear echoes, as if responding to her words.

The remnant soul in green smiled in response. Even though he would be lonely in this karmic fire for a hundred years from now on, his eyes were full of relief and relief when he looked up.

Xu Shanshan stood up and looked at the fading stars in the sky: “If you feel that you deserve to be punished and that you are guilty, then I will accumulate merits for you to offset your sins. One day, you will come back, right?”

–

The fiefdom of King Shou was like a melting pot of evil of the evil master, full of sin and suffering.

There was scarlet rain falling from the sky of Yecheng.

The blood drops hit the bluestone slabs, blooming the withered plum blossoms and soaking the Xuanmen flag hanging on the city wall into a dark brown color.

Twelve bronze prison carts rolled over the puddles in the middle of the street, and the sound of the dragging iron chains startled the crows roosting on the eaves – those evil masters who once fed the spirit beasts with the flesh and blood of the people were curled up in cages, with shackles on their wrists branded with a golden seal of “Execution”, hissing and steaming with green smoke in the rain.

“cut–“

The executioner’s hoarse command came from the execution platform.

The three-meter-long evil-slaying sword glowed coldly, and the blood line embedded on the blade’s spine lit up.

“Emperor Yue – you slaughtered my generation and the city soldiers. How can you have less blood on your hands than us? You are just relying on your superior magic to bully the weak. If there should be no Xuanmen magicians in the world, then what are you?”

The bound evil master suddenly jumped up, ghostly shadows appeared around him, but the moment he touched the blade, he let out a ghostly howl.

When the knife fell, blood splattered and rolled down to the knees of the surrendered soldiers kneeling in the long street.

Xu Shanshan stood on the eaves of the tower with his hands behind his back, his black dragon-patterned cloak motionless in the bloody rain. (End of this chapter)