A sharp sword pierced his chest, impaling the person he was holding along with him.
The bodies of two people were pierced by a single sword, their blood mingling together, making it impossible to tell whose was whose.
That sword was called Que Hua.
Under the intense demonic energy, Que Hua could not hold on for long and was sent flying by a powerful force.
With a complete demonic bone, Bi Lian was the embodiment of a demon god; this sword was nothing to him.
The bloody hole in his chest quickly began to congeal and heal at an astonishing rate. Dressed in black, the bloodstains on his body were not too apparent. If not for the strong scent of blood emanating from him, one would hardly notice.
The person in his arms was cold, radiating a deep chill.
Bi Lian was not angry. If this sword could earn him a willing embrace, he was willing to try it many times over.
Warm liquid flowed onto his hand. Bi Lian froze, and as he looked down, his pupils contracted sharply.
The dispersed dark clouds inexplicably gathered again, obscuring the warm sunlight. Despite it being daytime, the sky was plunged into darkness.
He stood still, someone in his arms, his hands stained with blood, his gaze unfocused, lost in a daze. The person in his embrace was cold, and his heart grew colder with each passing moment.
Shen Yue looked up at the man, her eyes gentle and serene. "This sword, consider it settled."
The man opened his mouth, but no words came out. The air in his lungs felt as if it had been drawn out, making it difficult to breathe.
He just kept shaking his head, his lips trembling.
"No..."
"No..."
He was as wronged as a child, unable to help himself.
Shen Yue's face was extremely pale, her silver-white hair further accentuating her bloodless appearance. Yet, she managed a smile, a quiet, serene half-smile like the morning mist. She said calmly, "You are right, I failed you."
She failed no one in the world, except A Hua.
And she failed Bi Lian even more.
Bi Lian was not guilty, but he possessed a treasure that brought him misfortune.
Bi Lian was not wrong, but his very existence from birth was a mistake.
Shen Yue had regained her memories.
He tightly pursed his lips, his eyes gradually turning crimson, his gloomy gaze seeping with a chilling coldness. His aura abruptly became sinister and wild. "Yes, you failed me. That is why I will punish you by keeping you by my side for a lifetime. Do you understand? Not a day less, not an hour less!"
His tone was harsh, but his actions conveyed a sense of extreme caution, his hands supporting Shen Yue trembling uncontrollably.
Shen Yue could no longer stand steadily. She pulled the man down to squat, and a chilling aura emanated from her, her breath visible in thick white mist.
Bloodshot veins appeared in Bi Lian's eyes. He said urgently, "Is your dragon poison acting up again?"
He tried to channel his spiritual energy, but Shen Yue's body strongly rejected it. Instead of providing relief, it only worsened her condition.
Bi Lian now dared not even touch her.
He felt a pounding headache, his mind buzzing as if countless mosquitoes were flying around his ears, gnawing at his heart, filling him with restlessness and anxiety.
His voice trembled.
"Did you... did you bring the antidote?"
Shen Yue shook her head. Bi Lian was about to pick her up to find the antidote, but Shen Yue stopped him.
"It's no use."
A faint smile flickered in Shen Yue's vacant eyes. Her brows and eyes were as pure as a clear spring, like the morning glow scattered across a shimmering sea, its golden brilliance dreamlike.
Clean, serene, tranquil, and deathly still.
She was always stingy with her smiles, rarely laughing. But now, she seemed suddenly generous, smiling like a white peony about to fade away.
Bi Lian seemed to understand something from her expression.
At that moment, a terrifying certainty took root in his heart. From the almost unconcealable look of deathly stillness in her eyes, he sensed... the aura of death.
An inexplicable unease plunged him into boundless panic.
A low, eerie laugh escaped his throat, sending shivers down one's spine.
"Are you going to leave me?"
For the first time, Shen Yue offered him an unreserved smile. Facing Bi Lian, she said softly, "No, I will always be by your side."
In these few breaths, frost had already spread to her eyes, and her entire being radiated a bone-chilling cold.
That smile was not beautiful to Bi Lian; he only felt sorrow and fragility.
The man's back tensed, his fingers clenched tightly. His eyes, as black as ink, contained a rage that could destroy the world. He spoke each word deliberately, fiercely.
"Liar!"
Shen Yue smiled, as if laughing at his unreasonable demands, at his willful recklessness. "I'm not lying to you."
The man's voice was hoarse. He insisted, "Then don't die."
Don't die, don't leave him.
Don't abandon him alone.
Don't... don't...
Shen Yue sighed, "I'm not dying. I'm just changing the way I'm by your side."
Upon hearing this, the man's anger flared. His bloodthirsty eyes betrayed his obvious fury, erupting like a volcano, impossible to suppress.
He laughed, a terrible, ugly laugh. "Fine, then I'll make everyone in this world accompany you in death, so you won't be lonely on your journey, alright, Yue Yue?"
His tone was gentle, like a youth trying to appease his beloved.
Shen Yue's fingers fumbled, stroking the man's hair. The man was obedient, he didn't move, he just squatted on the ground, letting her stroke him.
It was very cold. Shen Yue's body was truly cold.
Shen Yue pursed her lips slightly, her expression radiating a cautious tenderness, like a spring breeze stirring the autumn waters on the opposite bank.
"Stop being so willful, Bi Lian."
"You are a god. You shouldn't be here."
Here, Bi Lian was abandoned, reviled, and feared by the righteous.
But in the heavenly realm, it was entirely the opposite.
The man seemed to have suffered immense injustice. He suddenly embraced the frail, cold figure, as if trying to meld her into his very bones and blood. A low, indistinct sob emanated from his throat as he called her name repeatedly, saying nothing else.
Frost formed a layer of snow on her pale eyelashes, and her entire being was embedded in the man's embrace.
She could not feel it, but she believed it must be warm.
In her ears, Bi Lian's voice, filled with bone-deep hatred, echoed.
"I'm serious, Shen Yue. If you dare to abandon me, I will turn this world upside down! I will kill every single one of them! Not a single soul from the Qingyun Sect will be spared!"
These fierce threats seemed to be the only way he could hold onto the fragile figure in his arms, which felt like it could disappear at any moment.
Shen Yue's eyes were clear and serene. Facing Bi Lian, she said calmly, "I won't abandon you. Can you come find me in the next life?"
In the next reincarnation, come and find me.