840 Second Trial 159 (1/2)

Dyon knew exactly what Amphorae was thinking, and seeing Elder Conli didn't fill him with any joy, it only filled him with endless pain.

Unlike Dyon, Amphorae's soul had yet to cross the celestial barrier. Not everyone had the same overwhelming soul talent as Dyon, so soul cultivation almost always lagged behind their body or energy cultivation depending on the type of expert they were.

Amphorae was no different. Despite being an otherworldly talent, Amphorae was from a race of body cultivators. Although her own talent far outweighed that of beasts, and was actually better in comparison to many humans as well, it was completely unheard of for someone to reach the celestial level of soul cultivation in less than a 100 years.

If Amphorae continued, she would die!

However, Amphorae didn't seem to care.

”Seventh Verse: Persephone's Misery!”

Black blood flew from Amphorae's mouth, but she forcibly suppressed the next surges, resolutely plucking her strings again.

Her pure white hair became bathed in a violet light, dripping from the skies and coating it in blood. Even her wings were affected, turning into a dark burgundy.

The Earth split open, causing tongues of flames to envelop Elder Conli's screaming body even as the hellish notes continued to pound his heart into minced meat.

'It's not enough, it's not enough.' Hatred filled Amphorae's eyes. Even her parents were fighting in the distance felt their hearts tremble. Was this really their daughter? Was her love really so deep?

In that moment, Dyon finally realized he had made a mistake. If he was there, if he was by her side now, why would she have to go so far? She may have dealt with a small burden, and most definitely would have ended up injured, but he would have been able to heal her directly, as well as protect her soul.

But now, he was a mangled mess. He couldn't even move!

Amphorae coughed up another mouthful of blood. But, she wiped it away on her sleeve, looking off in the distance at a particular direction.

Her delicate features were covered in blood, her purity was matted in an endless aura of murder, and yet, there was nothing but love in her gaze when she turned her head in that direction.

Suddenly, a blaze of white flames erupted around Amphorae.

What was left of Dyon's heart, clenched. 'NO!'