Chapter 259 (1/2)
Ye Hongyu floated to Prince Long Qing. She furrowed her thin brows slightly, looking rather serious. She stretched her jade-like palm and put it on his head. A light and pure Taoist aura spewed out from her palm, instantly covering his body.
The light and pure aura gradually became denser and glittered with a golden beam just like Haotian Divine light. She placed a pill on his lips with her left hand. She gently shattered the pill and pushed it into his stomach.
Her concise and rapid movements caused the overflow of blood in Prince Long Qing's chest and abdomen to magically stop. One could vaguely feel that a very intense aura of life was repairing something.
This pill was a superb medicine Tao Addict had brought from the temple in her childhood. The Taoist aura with a very intense aura of life was the secret skill of the Peach Mountain. She actually dragged Prince Long Qing back from the edge of death with it.
Prince Long Qing looked very pale, but it was unlikely that he would die on the spot. However, no matter what Ye Hongyu did, he did not respond. He merely bowed silently and looked at his chest.
A drop of sweat slipped down from his temple and was instantly blown away by the snowy wind under dark clouds. In order to save Prince Long Qing, she had suffered a great deal of damage in a very short period of time.
She simply said, ”It was too fast.”
Normally, proud Tao Addict would never bother to explain anything, even if the other was Judge G.o.d. However, today she had been on the snow cliff for the purpose of protecting Long Qing. But she had not stopped the arrow, and this had resulted in his injury. So she felt it necessary to explain to him.
The arrow had been so fast that she could not react in time.
Prince Long Qing did not answer her. Maybe it was because of his injury or maybe he had other reasons.
He looked at his chest without any emotion. He knew that he could cure his physical injury within months. However, the Ocean of Qi, especially the damaged Taoist Heart that had broken the realm, could never be repaired.
In his sense of perception, the stars had been broken into hundreds of millions of cluttered lenses. The dark sky was twisted into a mess and floated around in s.p.a.ce, gradually occupying all the corners of his eyesight.
He looked at the hole in his chest like a fool as if seeing this chaotic world. He recalled memories and experiences he had had.
A torrent of vivid images flashed before his eyes. Indifferent faces reflected by fire; semi-scorching bodies on stakes and their painful cries; bony corpses in You Prison; the proud and calm faces of those watching; all changed into countless pieces of snow. These images flashed by and swept over his black Taoist robe.
He had killed a lot of people, including strong and violent men; chaste and tender virgins; charming and plump wh.o.r.es; old and thin elders; young and lovely children. He had put all his mind into the Taoist pursuit and been loyal to Haotian. He had not hesitated to kill those people.
However, he found that the feelings he had once had killed others at the stake had all been unreal. Only the pain of his being destroyed was real.
He envisioned his dark and hopeless future.
Ye Hongyu stared at his gloomy face, knowing that his pride and strong cultivation had been completely destroyed by the arrow. She could not help exclaiming, ”Do you want to destroy yourself?”
Prince Long Qing suddenly laughed. His hoa.r.s.e laughter sounded weak. He looked to be in extreme pain and confusion in the gradually increasing snowstorm. He softly murmured, ”I've already been destroyed.”
For a Son of G.o.d in West-Hill who was willing to devote his life to the bright Haotian and Taoist cultivation, if he could no longer enter the Knowing Destiny State, he would only survive like a dog.
With difficulty, he turned around painfully. He looked towards the snow and wind outside the cliff and the increasingly dark sky deep in the Wilderness. He said with frustration,”I'm the Prince. I should be the Yan Emperor. My feet were once standing on two sides of the Taoist sect and the mortal world. I should be unique in the world. But I was destroyed. And now I've been abandoned by Haotian in this cruel dark world.”
In the eyes of Taoist people, fortune was a gift Haotian bestowed to human beings, while misfortune was a punishment. He had been lucky all his life. But today in the mountains he had been abandoned by Haotian. He suddenly found himself ruthlessly abandoned. No matter how strong his will or how pure his Taoist Heart, he could not deal with such a terrible result.
He slowly stood up. His severely wounded and extremely weak body shook in the snow and wind. He painfully uttered a beast-like cry as he struggled to straighten his body.
He ignored Ye Hongyu at his side and took a direct step forward.
With no ground below his feet, he rolled down the snow cliff.
With an oppressive impact sound, he fell to the bottom of the cliff.
Wrapped in his black robe, lying in the snow, his body became motionless.
Ye Hongyu went to the edge of the cliff and silently watched the snow land below.
As time went on, the snow and wind on the cliff became stronger. Prince Long Qing, who was almost buried beneath the snow, suddenly moved and stood up with extreme difficulty. He clutched his chest and lamely walked down the mountain. He occasionally fell down and then climbed up, as he moved slowly toward the dark clouds in the northern Wilderness.
He was worse than death, just like a fool.
He could not enter the Knowing Destiny State; he was like a wounded wild dog without a home.
Because of his violent struggling action, the arrow wound in his chest that had been temporarily stopped by the Taoist aura burst open again. The fresh blood spilled from his fingers and dripped onto the snow, leaving a long red trail below the cliff.
It did not last long for it was quickly covered by the snow and wind.
His miserable and pitiful figure was also covered by the snow and wind in the end.
Ye Hongyu watched his figure disappear into the snow and wind. She remained silent.
She did not know when he would fall down again, unable to climb back up, and eventually turn into an icy cadaver in the frigid Wilderness. She only knew that the guy who had once been capable of threatening her was alive in body but dead in the heart.
After an unknown period of time, she slowly turned around and quietly looked towards the verdant valley on the other side of the snow cliff. She said with no emotion, ”Some people have to die, so... ”
She stopped speaking abruptly and stared into the distance, falling into silence for a long time. The snow and wind gradually blew her face, making her detached beautiful face as cold as an ice-carved beauty.
Suddenly, she blinked.
The icy frost on her eyelashes fell into pieces.
The gra.s.s, which had previously occupied the entire snow cliff, was rapidly wilting with the destruction of Prince Long Qing. The peach blossom on the firewood was also dying petal by petal. But as she blinked, the situation on the snow cliff changed again.
The green gra.s.s no longer withered or flourished. The peach blossom no longer died away nor reopened. They just remained in stillness in her blinking moment, as if time had frozen all living things.
Some things were not frozen. The snowstorm still blew quietly on the cliff and her red dress danced with the wind.
The cold wind swirled with snowflakes circling around her body, gradually becoming a clear snow girdle. It continued to spiral around her waist at a high speed. The two pieces of lace floating behind her red dress were blown up by the wind and gently tapped the snow girdle on her waist as if a brush was dipped into clean water. The snow girdle suddenly became bright red.
On the two steep cliffs in the depth of the Tianqi Mountains, the Zhishou Abbey Wayfarer, Ye Su, and the Devil's Doctrine Wayfarer, Tang, were sitting silently opposite a deep and dark canyon that stood in the middle. When the peach blossom beside Prince Long Qing had opened or Ning Que had broken the realm as he cooked the fish, they had not had the slightest emotional change on their faces. The only trace of emotion was in the moment when the arrow flew through the entire verdant valley.