Although he used forceful means to confine him and prevent him from running around, there was nothing he could do about his cultivation because Shen Yue could not force him to cultivate.
Shen Yue set up a barrier, preventing Rong Hua from leaving the Xin Qing Hall.
Shen Yue, a blind old father, was truly worried sick.
The little tree spirit seemed to sense the gloom emanating from Shen Yue. It whimpered and hugged her fingers as if acting spoiled.
The soft, jelly-like creature made Shen Yue can't help but rub it a couple more times. She sighed and lamented, "If only he could be as well-behaved as you."
The little tree spirit, whether it understood her or not, kept whimpering as if expressing something to her.
However, Shen Yue understood nothing.
—
Rong Hua had been having a recurring dream lately, as if it had actually happened.
Someone was calling him, a call from his soul. This fated feeling made him unable to stop himself from searching.
In the abyssal depths of the sea, within a giant, hard ice block bound by countless chains, there was a dark figure.
His limbs and his entire body were bound by thick iron chains. There was no living thing within ten miles.
That powerful demonic energy was encased by another white light, only managing to leak out for a few breaths.
Yet, for Rong Hua, this aura felt not antagonistic but incredibly intimate.
It was as if it originally belonged to him.
This thought made his heart pound. He seemed to be escaping some reality. Even though he knew he was dreaming, he wanted to wake up but could not break free from this predicament.
He could only be forced, slowly, to swim towards that dark figure.
In the blur, Rong Hua saw the appearance of the dark figure. He had his eyes closed, like a soulless puppet. His face was handsome and pale. Beneath his sharp brows, his eyes were tightly shut. His nose was high, and his lips were thin and pale. He was almost demonically handsome.
But it made Rong Hua's pupils constrict, because this face bore a striking resemblance to him, about fifty to sixty percent.
Although they were similar, he felt extremely disgusted and repelled. For some reason, just looking at this face made him want to kill him.
Unbeknownst to Rong Hua, his eyes turned blood-red. He only felt a violent, bloodthirsty thought circling in his mind, the veins on his forehead bulging, his fragile nerves sending out warnings.
A foreign, intense, world-shattering, destructive killing intent surged through his soul. The demonic energy on his body suddenly surged, directly at the man bound by chains.
The extremely aggressive demonic energy, capable of destroying the heavens and earth, struck the man. However, instead of being pulverized as expected, those wisps of demonic energy were completely absorbed by him.
Rong Hua was already controlled by anger. He was like a crazed beast. In his chaotic and blank mind, there was only one word.
Kill!
The demonic energy grew denser, stronger each time, but it could not harm the man in the slightest. Instead, it was all absorbed by him.
He was like a madman, using all his might, disregarding any consequences, wanting to kill that person.
Just as he was truly possessed, his eyes growing more and more scarlet, the brutal and merciless killing intent becoming increasingly uncontrollable, a clear, cool voice like the tinkling of a spring suddenly echoed in his ears, carrying faint wisps of chill. It made those terrifying, ferocious, scarlet eyes freeze for a moment.
He blinked in confusion, revealing a childlike innocence.
"Rong Hua..."
"Rong Hua..."
Someone was calling his name by his ear. The voice was familiar, and for some reason, hearing it always caused a sharp ache in his heart, as if telling him that person was very important.
Shen Yue, who had been searching for methods to suppress demonic energy in the study, suddenly sensed a dense wave of demonic energy and rushed over in alarm.
This demonic energy was not shallow; it was much deeper than before. Fortunately, Shen Yue had already laid down a barrier, otherwise, it would have been noticed by others.
She arrived at Rong Hua's sleeping quarters. The entire bed was emitting a black aura, and she couldn't even see the man's figure clearly.
Shen Yue cast a spell to disperse the demonic energy, only to discover that it was all emanating from Rong Hua.
Rong Hua seemed to be having a nightmare. His eyes were tightly shut, sweat beading on his forehead, his thin lips trembling slightly, and wisps of demonic energy escaping from his body.
He seemed to be struggling to suppress it, the veins on his neck contorting.
Shen Yue held his wrist, channeling pure spiritual energy into him. This caused the demonic energy to subside slightly, no longer daring to roam freely.
While transferring spiritual energy, Shen Yue also softly called Rong Hua's name, trying to help him break free from his nightmare.
Deep in the sea, the scarlet hue in Rong Hua's eyes gradually faded. He was like a lost child, "Master..."
The man bound by chains also seemed to become enraged for some reason. His eyes remained closed, but the deep sea trembled with his anger, the water churning restlessly, surging violently.
Rong Hua was like a kite with a broken string, completely submerged by the water. Although he could breathe normally in the water before, now all sounds seemed muffled, not truly clear. Rong Hua vaguely heard someone calling his name. He tried to find the direction, but the water stung his eyes, and his limbs felt controlled by an invisible force. He couldn't swim, and couldn't even move his fingertips.
He couldn't even struggle, almost fainting from drowning. He could feel himself sinking deeper, his lungs feeling squeezed by the surrounding water pressure.
This was the aura of death. He was slowly experiencing death. He couldn't struggle, couldn't cry for help, couldn't do anything. He could only watch himself sink.
He couldn't even see his Master one last time.
"Master..."
—
Warm light shone on his eyelids, causing his lashes to tremble uncontrollably. The pale-faced man suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, clearly disturbed by a nightmare.
He gasped for air, his whole body still in shock.
He lowered his head, looking at his unharmed hands, then touched his normally beating heart, only then sighing with relief as if he had escaped a drought.
Thinking of something, the man didn't even have time to put on his shoes, his hair disheveled down his back. Wearing a snow-white inner garment, he stumbled towards the door.
His eyes darted around anxiously, his entire being like a taut string. Despite his tall and robust physique, he trembled helplessly at this moment, his face as pale as a ghost, frantically searching for his lost treasure.