Chapter 884: I Can Save Her (2/2)

Meng Wang was the treasure spirit of his feng shui luopan. There’d been no trace of him since Lu Yun’s arrival in the great wilderness, and he’d eventually assumed the treasure spirit had dispersed through the stress of traveling through time. Fortunately, the spirit was still around.

He wasn’t with Lu Yun, though, but with the Dao Flower in the chaos.

“I did almost die,” Meng Wang said with melancholy in his voice. “But the Dao Flower helped me absorb a wisp of chaos energy, which brought me back.”

Lu Yun fell silent; he hugged the little fox to him and made his way to Mount Buzhou.

“The truth may hurt, but her true spirit has begun to scatter. I’m afraid...” Meng Wang trailed off, saddened. He recognized the little fox as one of the celestial masters who’d supported him to becoming the celestial emperor he’d once been.

“I can save her.” Lu Yun travelled thousands of kilometers with each step, his destination never changing.

“Ah!” Wahuang’s face contorted with sorrow when she laid eyes on the little fox in Lu Yun’s arms. “Tushan’s true spirit has scattered. Not even Pangu could bring her back were he still with us.”

“I can save her,” Lu Yun said again as he went deep into the mountain, setting foot on the path to the netherdark.

“Let her rest, fellow daoist,” Daoist Yuyu appeared before Lu Yun and said in a somber voice, his eyes fixed on the young man and the fox. “Tushan’s true spirit is gone. Not even the creators can help her now.”

Lu Yun’s response was the same.

“I. Can. Save. Her.” One step after another, he carried the little fox to the Sea of Hellfire in the netherdark.

By now, the little fox had stopped breathing. Her eyes were gently closed, a satisfied smile adorning her little furry face. To her, she’d died a worthy death.

Lu Yun smoothed his hand over her little head, then lowered her into the Sea of Hellfire. Meng Wang looked down silently from the Dao Flower, while Wahuang and Yuyu made their way to the shores, watching the scene play out.

“Is he going to bury her in the Sea of Hellfire?” Wahuang asked, wanting to look away. Neither she nor Yuyu believed Lu Yun could bring the little fox back.

In the eyes of the powerhouses of the great wilderness, only utter destruction of the complete soul meant death. As long as one’s true spirit remained, they stood a chance of being reborn into the world as a later-day life form and starting anew.

However, if even their true spirit was scattered… there was no recourse then. Their very existence would be erased from the world.

That was what had happened to the little fox. Her true spirit had been damaged in the future, sending her back to the bottom of the totem pool as a regular living soul.

Dijiang’s attack had connected with her replica, which was controlled by her true spirit. That was why her true spirit had suffered a devastating injury as well. Not even the combined efforts of the three creators—Pangu, Hongjun, and God—could save her now.

Lu Yun and the little fox reached the heart of the Sea of Hellfire, right above the Sal Tree of Life and Death.

“Thankfully I can use my death arts here… Don’t worry, I won’t let you die.” Allowing himself a relieved sigh, Lu Yun stretched out a finger and tapped between her brows.

Resurrection.