AWB Chapter 282 Xuannv 147
Chapter 282 Xuannv 147
In the twilight-tinged spiritual space, Xiaoyu's translucent spirit body shimmered with a mother-of-pearl-like glow, yet like a butterfly frozen in frost and snow, it lingered in the center of the bright spiritual platform, hesitant to speak. The words of comfort swirling in her throat were frozen into fragments by the icy mist surrounding the person before her, leaving only intermittent murmurs echoing deep within her sea of consciousness.
Jiaojiao leaned against the floating jade throne, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of her wide sleeves. Among the flowing cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread, twelve luminous pearls suddenly emitted a ghostly blue glow—shards of starlight personally inlaid by the Eastern Emperor before his ascension, now flickering with her trembling fingertips. "Xiaoyu, look how ridiculous these rules of the Nine Heavens are." She suddenly chuckled softly, her voice like shattered glass. Years ago, she swore by the Three Lives Stone that gods should be concerned for all living beings and not let personal feelings sway the Heavenly Dao…
The galaxy deep within her sea of consciousness suddenly reversed, countless fragments of memories pouring down like a torrential rain. The snowstorm whipping up her black robes before Kunlun Ruins, the blood-stained gilded armor within the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, and that smile, more fragile than morning dew, as she finally vanished. Jiaojiao pressed her hand sharply to her heart, and the sea of clouds beneath her divine throne churned into a dark purple vortex, shredding her reflection in the waters of her divine consciousness into countless fragments.
But when I watched him plunge the Zhuxian Sword into his own divine veins... her voice suddenly became hoarse, and the moonstone pendant hanging from the jade hairpin in her hair fell in a rustling sound. Watching his dissipating primordial spirit transform into thousands of stars, each one heading towards the direction I was falling... her sea of consciousness trembled violently, and those sealed memories, like a flood bursting its banks, carried away the last whispers of Emperor Donghua before his dissipation, exploding in the void with blinding light.
Xiaoyu stared in horror at the black mist rising around Jiaojiao, a sign that only appeared when a god succumbed to inner demons. She had never seen Jiaojiao like this before—the once aloof and serene goddess now harbored a surging obsession in her eyes thicker than a sea of blood from the underworld. People say gods love mortals, but who loves this god who cares for the world? Jiaojiao suddenly clenched her fists, blood dripping from her fingernails, blooming into an eerie red lotus in the sea of clouds—a sign that if peace for all was destined to be lost, her soul would be annihilated…
She abruptly looked up, a maniacal laugh flashing in her eyes: "I'd rather the Six Realms be plunged into eternal chaos! I'd rather sever all immortal veins with my own hands, letting heaven and earth return to primordial chaos!" Her sea of consciousness trembled violently, countless stars fell and burned, dyeing the entire divine consciousness space a crimson hellscape. Xiao Yu tried to approach, but was repelled by the sudden surge of divine power, and could only watch helplessly as Jiao Jiao curled up on the divine throne, the last wisp of Donghua Emperor's remnant soul entwined in her hair, like a butterfly trapped in a spider's web.
"Isn't that selfish?" Jiao Jiao's voice suddenly softened. She cupped the faint light in her palm as if holding a priceless treasure. "But when I was desperately trying to collect even the last wisp of his consciousness before it dissipated, I had already fallen into the deepest hell. Xiao Yu, do you know?" She looked up, her tear tracks gleaming like mother-of-pearl in the moonlight. "There is no true empathy in this world, only wounded fools who destroy themselves in their memories."
Stardust drifted down in the space of consciousness, and Xiaoyu's translucent spirit body rippled with worry as she looked at Jiaojiao, who was curled up on the jade throne: "Sister, you can't let go." Her voice was like the sound of a bell broken by the night wind, carrying an almost pitying sigh.
Jiaojiao's fingertips unconsciously traced the dark pattern on her cuff—the cloud pattern once embroidered by the Eastern Emperor, now long faded. She looked up at the fragments of memory flashing through the depths of her consciousness: the snow atop Kunlun Mountain, the moonlight stained red in the Immortal Execution Formation, and the image of the Black-Clad Divine Lord, holding a jade cup, his fingertips moistened with his heart's blood, gently nurturing her soul on the day the dragon egg hatched. Yes, perhaps from the very first life, when I still sensed his warm blood within the dragon egg, it was already doomed. She chuckled softly, but her voice was like honey laced with poison, sweet yet bitter.
Xiao Yu drifted closer, a soothing light emanating from around her spirit: "Sister, once this world's calamity ends, let's reset the mission." She gazed at Jiao Jiao's gradually becoming transparent soul, the tangled black mist relentlessly devouring her immortal bones. "Your soul is already teetering on the brink of collapse; if you remain trapped in this obsession..." Before she could finish speaking, her sea of consciousness suddenly trembled violently, countless images of Donghua Dijun's dissipation flashing through her mind like blades.
"I will extract his soul and seal it within this small world to nurture it," Xiao Yu said urgently. "You put his physical body into hibernation, while his soul disperses into countless small worlds to undergo tribulations. Only by severing this karmic connection..."
Jiaojiao lowered her gaze, staring at the faint light flickering in her palm—a wisp of Donghua's remnant soul she had painstakingly collected. After a long while, she finally released her bleeding hand, and the sea of clouds beneath her throne suddenly surged with enormous waves: "Let's do as you say." Her voice was hoarse, as if worn smooth by wind and sand. "If this continues, I fear even the Six Realms will be burned to ashes by my selfishness."
A crisp sound of breaking chains echoed from the depths of her consciousness. The black mist surrounding Jiao Jiao suddenly dissipated, but before vanishing, it condensed into the phantom of Donghua Dijun's final smile. Xiao Yu watched as the goddess straightened her back, the jade hairpin in her hair regaining its cool light, but as she turned away, she caught a glimpse of a tear that would never solidify into stardust, sliding down her cheek.