Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty Three – You Should Die! (2/2)

Death could not be reversed. This had no connection to cultivation.

Unless Daren did not die!

If Daren had not died in the past, then there were too many possibilities in this … … Golden Soul? That was very possible!

So Daren hadn’t died then … …

Wait a moment!

Pu Yao’s head was lowered. His bloody pupil unconsciously narrowed into icicles.

Daren died in his arms. Even if it had been three thousand years, he still remembered that scene clearly! He was familiar with Daren, her personality, her temper, he was familiar with everything!

The Daren in front of him was so familiar, as familiar as she was three thousand years ago.

But … … Daren had died … … she had really died … …

There seemed to be a silent sigh in the cold pupil. The pain seemed to have been washed away by time, so faint there was almost no trace, but … …

Pu Yao suddenly raised his head.

“Daren is already dead.”

The female warrior furrowed her brow and was slightly discontent.

Pu Yao seemed to not see it, and said to himself in a light voice, “Daren is dead, both her soul and body destroyed, there was nothing left.” His right hand came out of its wide sleeve and spread its fingers, feeling the air rush past them.

He looked directly at the female warrior and said calmly, “I know it, Daren died.”

The blood red pupil was so cold there was not a shred of warmth. He raised his hand, and a black flame jumped in his hand. His black hair started to dance again, and the silk-like black clothing moved despite the lack of wind.

The entire sea of consciousness seemed to slow down. Gradually, only one rhythm could be heard, only one sound.

Dong dong … … dong dong … … dong dong … …

The female warrior’s expression changed slightly. Her eyes locked onto the thread of black yao fire on Pu Yao’s hands. The strange rhythm in the space was the exact same as the rhythmic flickering flame on Pu Yao’s hand.

“The Golden Soul really is a good thing. It seems you’ve recovered a fair bit.” Pu Yao’s expression was indifferent. The bottomless crimson pupil slowly revolved and a scornful smile that was as cold and sharp as a knife’s edge suddenly jerked at the corner of his mouth. “You also recovered your usual idiocy.”

The female warrior suddenly spoke. But the voice changed from the sweetness and flirtatiousness of just now and became as simple and wizened as an old person. “How did you find out?”

Before the sound landed, the female warrior’s body collapsed into fine black powder. The black dust danced and gathered in the air to turn into a ball of black smoke. Inside the black smoke, the figure of a male was discernable.

“You want me to tell you how idiotic you are? Ha!” The scorn on Pu Yao’s face grew. “Tsk tsk, three thousand years, you finally showed your face, it really wasn’t easy.”

“Haven’t you wanted to force me out all along?” The male inside the black smoke glanced at the black fire on Pu Yao’s hands. He said in a deep voice, “I think we need to have a good discussion.”

“Discussion?” Pu Yao raised an eyebrow ambiguously. He took away the black fire in his hand and said unconcernedly. “Fine, discuss! Who are you?”

“Gravestone armor, called Protection, you can call me Wei.” The black smoke covering his body disappeared, and revealed Wei’s true appearance. He was wearing a body of black armor and seemed to have great bearing. His brow was straight and his eyes bright, he seemed full of righteousness. He was not as old as his voice seemed, and he bowed towards Pu Yao respectfully.

“Wei? Oh, not a bad name.” Pu Yao narrowed his eye.

“Due to the previous owner, your heart is filled with hatred towards me. I am able to understand this,” Wei slowly said. His voice was calm and neutral. It had a power that reached straight into the heart. “What she protected seemed to be idiocy to you but her resolve to protect was the source of her power.”

Pu Yao smirked coldly. “Tsk tsk, so high-sounding!”

Wei’s gaze looked into the distance as he was reminiscing on something. His voice became distant. “Every soul has something they are willing to give their life for.” His gaze came back and looked at Pu Yao. “Isn’t it also the same for you?”

Pu Yao still had a cold smirk. “Don’t spout these little pretenses in front of me.”

“Alright, you say.” Wei did not argue, nodding and saying without hesitation.

“I say?” Pu Yao narrowed his eye that was like a bloody red blade. He said lightly, “I say … … you should die!”

Wei’s expression changed greatly. His figure turned to rolls of black smoke and flew towards the gravestone.

Woosh!

Black flames sprouted from under the gravestone and completely enveloped the gravestone!

Wei hurriedly stopped his body. He seemed to be extremely wary of this kind of black flame.

“You should die!” Pu Yao stalked towards Pu Yao, a jumping flame being held in the air above his hand. The beautiful and dark face was filled with murderousness, his voice so cold there was no thread of warmth. “For pretending to be her, you should die!”

“Pu, you cannot kill me.” Wei stared at Pu Yao with a calm expression.

“I know.” The murderousness on Pu Yao’s face suddenly disappeared and he said with a strange and dark smile, “However, after three thousand years, how can I not have spent any of my thoughts on you?”

Wei’s expression really changed this time.

A dazzling light lit up on Pu Yao’s hands and illuminated the entire sea of consciousness!

Translator Ramblings: Lies, lies, lies all around! Well, Pu Yao’s grief is real but he didn’t let it stop himself from thinking clearly. Also, I know a lot of you were excited about the female character but Fang Xiang has made this person male. It’s not going to be a fake again.