GBP Chapter 291 Enlightenment
Chapter 291 Enlightenment
A small red paper figure floated out from Xie Wanning's sleeve, came to Xie Wanning, and tapped her forehead hard.
Xie Wanning suddenly looked up, the scarlet in her eyes quickly fading, replaced by a light of joy mixed with hesitation: "Sister?"
The little paper figure nodded, its tone gentle: "Wan Ning, I'm here."
Xie Wanning reached out her hand, and the little paper figure landed in her palm. That touch of red was so real and warm.
Tears fell silently as Xie Wanning hugged the little paper doll tightly to her chest, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. The joy of finding it again overwhelmed her with sobs.
"Sister, thank goodness, you're still alive!"
The little paper figure struggled a few times, then said helplessly, "Cry! Cry! But I can't wipe your tears now."
After all, paper figures get wet when they get wet, and their effects disappear.
As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Wanning realized what was happening and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She shook her head and said, "Sister, I'm fine. Are you alright?"
The little paper doll saw that Xie Wanning's eyes were filled with tears, and knew that she was putting on a brave face.
However, the little paper figure didn't say much, replying, "My body and cultivation were used to resist Fusang, and now only my soul remains. It's just that my soul is quite weak, and I can't even enter your consciousness space."
"I'm sorry, sister, I've dragged you into this." Xie Wanning lowered her head, her tone filled with apology.
"Don't talk nonsense." The little paper doll jumped onto Xie Wanning's shoulder, gently patted her, and said, "Protecting you is what I, as your older sister, should do. There's never been any burden between us. There's no need for us to be so distant. But, Wanning, if I really died, would you really have turned into a demon just now?"
Xie Wanning gave a bitter smile, but her brows remained furrowed: "It was my fault that Qin Muyang, Senior Sister Zhong, and Senior Sister Qiao were killed. My friends and family are all gone. What difference does it make whether I become a demon or an immortal?"
She witnessed her lover and friend die before her eyes, powerless to do anything but watch helplessly. At that moment, Xie Wanning's heart was already dead.
"Idiot!" The little paper figure stomped its foot in anger, saying with exasperation, "Qin Muyang and the others are dead, but they definitely want you to live. If you become a demon, wouldn't that betray their wishes and fall into Fusang's trap? Fusang would love to make you despair immediately and take away all your luck."
However, Xie Wanning remained silent.
She got up and walked step by step toward the cave entrance, looking down at the foot of the mountain.
The divine fire raged across the land, destroying houses, scorching trees, and sending mythical beasts fleeing in panic. People cried out for help everywhere they went. As far as the eye could see, besides the desperate people and beasts, there were only corpses strewn across the ground.
"Sister, do you think if I give all my fortune to Fusang, will it bring peace back to the entire cultivation world?" Xie Wanning's voice was very low, and countless images flashed through her mind.
She remembered the once prosperous world of cultivation, and she also remembered those spirited cultivators who roamed freely and unrestrainedly through it.
She reunited with her relatives and friends, enjoying a meal and drinks together, chatting and laughing.
Those past events, like colorful sunset glow, were beautiful but fleeting, yet unforgettable for her.
"I don't know if Fusang will let the cultivation world off the hook, but I do know that you really don't want to live anymore, Wan Ning."
"I don't know what to do. We're at our wits' end now. No one can defeat the Heavenly Dao, and everyone will die. Rather than die, we should try to find a chance for the people of the world to live." Xie Wan Ning recalled that in the God Realm, she had witnessed Qin Mu Yang, Zhong Ying Xiu, and others die tragically at the hands of the Heavenly Dao, and she herself had been killed by the Heavenly Dao hundreds of times.
The Heavenly Dao is the god of the cultivation world, wielding the most powerful force in the cultivation world. Even if the chosen ones of destiny were to gather together, they would not be able to defeat Him.
Then is there any point in her resisting?
Now, she has no face to face the disciples of the eight major sects, let alone the millions of people in the cultivation world.
Xie Wanning was filled with confusion and fear, and she stood there helplessly.
But then the little paper figure floated up and turned back to wave at Xie Wan Ning, shouting loudly, "Follow me, Wan Ning, I'll take you somewhere."
"Where?" Xie Wanning asked.
"You'll find out soon enough." The little paper doll floated away quickly, and Xie Wanning took out the Luoze Sword and followed swiftly.
The Sea of Chaos.
"Jump down."
Xie Wan's gaze shifted slightly, and she shook her head heavily: "This is the Chaos Sea, it's very dangerous."
The little paper figure spread its hands and said, "It's alright. The Chaos Sea has long since dissipated. This is just an illusion array I created to cover up the Underworld."
"It's dissipated?!"
Xie Wan Ning recalled that back in the God Realm, Qin Mu Yang had used chaotic energy to trap the Heavenly Dao. It turned out that all that chaotic energy came from the Sea of Chaos.
The Chaos Sea is the origin of the cultivation world, existing since its very beginning. The disappearance of the Chaos Sea signifies that the cultivation world will not last much longer.
Xie Wanning sighed softly, but her hand was pulled by the little paper figure. A force made her fall off the Luoze Sword and head towards the "Sea of Chaos".
When Xie Wanning opened her eyes again, she had arrived at the entrance to the underworld.
A will-o'-the-wisp appeared beside her, and she stepped into the underworld.
The sky was a dark red, as if stained with blood, hanging low overhead. A thick fog hung in the air, obscuring the path ahead. A stench of decay and blood filled the air, making one want to vomit. Xie Wanning frowned and covered her nose.
The ground was a scorched black earth, with wisps of black smoke rising intermittently from the cracks. In the distance, some strangely shaped buildings could be vaguely seen, twisted and deformed, exuding an eerie aura.
Xie Wanning, being a living person, could not see the ghosts of the underworld, but only felt that the surroundings were very eerie.
The little paper figure floated to her forehead and gently touched it, causing Xie Wanning to feel a sharp pain in her eyes. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she saw thousands upon thousands of ghosts surrounding her.
"what!"
Xie Wanning cried out in surprise and took several steps back, but suddenly felt a chill behind her.
Looking back, she saw a pair of blood-red eyes staring at her eerily. The ghost revealed its white teeth and let out a sharp, piercing laugh.
The surrounding ghosts swarmed around her, their hoarse voices as grating as knives scraping against metal. The ghosts bared their fangs and claws, letting out cackling laughs, their sharp fingernails seeming ready to slash Xie Wan Ning's face at any moment.
"Get out of my way!"
A flash of will-o'-the-wisp instantly separated Xie Wanning from the ghosts. The little paper figure straightened up and stood in front of Xie Wanning.
"It's Xie Wanxun! Everyone run!"
After a scream, the ghosts scattered, leaving only Xie Wanning and the paper figure behind.
"Honestly, a bunch of damned ghosts, how dare they lay a hand on Wan Ning." The little paper figure stood with its hands on its hips, its tone full of disdain.
Xie Wanning breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the little paper figure, and said, "Sister, is the underworld always this chaotic?"
The sky was filled with layers of ghosts, and hoarse voices and sounds of fighting echoed in the air. If you weren't careful, you would be caught up in the fighting.
"Yes, the underworld is a place where the strong prey on the weak, and only the strong are qualified to survive. But don't be afraid, the phoenix fire has a restraining effect on ghosts, and with me here, they can't hurt you." The little paper figure circled around Xie Wan Ning, with several balls of ghost fire surrounding her, and said, "I have something to do, you stay here for now."
As he spoke, the little paper figure disappeared in front of Xie Wanning.
A cold wind blew by, and Xie Wanning shivered from the cold. Occasionally, combative ghosts would come to cause trouble, but they were all scared away by the will-o'-the-wisps. Xie Wanning sat there, looking at the chaotic and noisy surroundings, feeling inexplicably irritated.
I really want to leave this place.
Brawls, hoarse cries, hunts. The underworld is a hunting ground, a constant scene of pursuit and slaughter, without a moment of peace. It is simply unsuitable for living, and even staying there for a while is extremely difficult.
Moreover, she was merely an observer now; if she were a ghost, she would likely be drawn into an endless battle. Xie Wanning couldn't imagine how her sister had managed to stay in the underworld for three years.
Suddenly, a cold hand crawled onto Xie Wanning's shoulder, startling her so much that she jumped up.
"Haha! Wan Ning, I think you're a ghost too, a coward!" Xie Wanxun laughed out loud, and laughed even harder as he looked at Xie Wan Ning's flushed face.
"Sister!" Xie Wanning was both embarrassed and annoyed. She turned her face away and asked awkwardly, "Where are you going to take me next?"
"Go meet someone."
"Who?"
"Si Jinchuan."