Chapter 639: Ma Ling’er’s Inner Demon, A Journey of Self-Reflection
“Crack!”
The sound of a branch breaking echoed by her ear, and the light spots before her eyes grew larger, with the thick fog also dispersing significantly.
As Xu Yao continued to move forward, she eventually arrived at a desolate clearing.
She saw countless benches and a stage set up in this open space, with someone sitting at the bottom of the stage.
Seeing this figure from behind, Xu Yao couldn’t help but feel relieved.
She naturally sat down beside that person.
“How long have you been here?”
“Just arrived.”
“Have you been scared?”
“This place is more sinister than the Netherworld. By all reason, I regret coming here.”
Looking at Ma Ling’er’s forehead covered in cold sweat, Xu Yao glanced around and said.
“With our strength, we should be able to break through. Shall we give it a try?”
“It won’t make any difference if we break through.”
“The sea of clouds at night is even more terrifying than during the day. I can hardly distinguish directions now.”
“If possible, I would prefer waiting until dawn.”
Hearing this, Xu Yao nodded and said, “You think like me.”
“Rather than blindly rushing, it’s better to wait and see.”
Just as they were speaking, a round-faced man walked up.
“The show will begin soon. Thank you for your patronage!”
After saying that, the man smiled and stepped off the stage, followed by a group of actors who began singing.
Listening to the familiar opera, Xu Yao laughed, “Interesting. I didn’t expect there to be such a performance in the Four Directions Continent.”
“Be serious, observe carefully, and beware of being tricked.”
Ma Ling’er reminded Xu Yao in a low voice.
Seeing this, Xu Yao also became more alert.
However, as time passed, Xu Yao found nothing unusual except for the unusual troupe in front of her.
Thinking about this, Xu Yao listened more attentively to the opera on stage, trying to find any flaws.
“Zzz~”
A sword’s cry instantly snapped Xu Yao back to reality.
By the time Xu Yao regained her senses, she found that Ma Ling’er had already lost focus, clearly having been deceived.
“Faking it! I’ll dismantle you!”
Xu Yao was enraged, and the black Xuan in her hand turned completely red.
“Whoosh!”
The sword qi, carrying infinite flames, split the stage in half, turning everything into illusions.
However, the danger imagined did not appear. The actors let out a series of eerie laughter before dissipating, their eyes full of mockery as they stared at Xu Yao.
The stage vanished, and the dense fog returned.
Facing such a strange situation, Xu Yao dared not stay any longer and immediately ran away with the unconscious Ma Ling’er.
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They ran for half an hour, and Xu Yao put down Ma Ling’er.
“Sister Ling, are you okay?”
Shaking the unconscious Ma Ling’er, she slowly opened her eyes.
“I’m fine. This time, I owe you one.”
“That’s good. This place is…”
“Pff!”
A sharp blade pierced Xu Yao’s abdomen, powerful force locking her meridians.
“Sister Ling, what are you doing?”
Grabbing Ma Ling’er’s hand, Xu Yao loudly questioned her.
But at this moment, Ma Ling’er’s eyes were red with anger, saying, “Why didn’t you stand by my side back then? If you had stood with me, Nan Gong Xing wouldn’t have died.”
“Sister Ling, I…”
Hearing these words, Xu Yao wanted to explain but didn’t know what to say.
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Just as Xu Yao was about to unleash her spiritual power to break free from Ma Ling’er’s restraint, a faint sword qi penetrated Ma Ling’er’s forehead.
“Hoo~”
“Ma Ling’er” turned into a wisp of green smoke, and a familiar voice sounded from behind.
“Tsk tsk!”
“I knew you would have problems. You really made me guess right.”
Chen Changsheng emerged from the thick fog, holding a scroll in his hand and a long object on his back.
Seeing Chen Changsheng, Xu Yao raised the black Xuan in her hand, watching him warily.
From the situation just now, the Ma Ling’er she encountered wasn’t real.
Then, could the Chen Changsheng in front of her also not be real?
“Who are you?”
“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that you haven’t seen the dangers in the sea of clouds.”
“The sea of clouds will project your deepest fears and gradually consume you.”
“You, Xu Yao, fear nothing, but you fear loneliness most.”
“Loneliness will lead to incorrect judgments, and the sea of clouds exploits this weakness, hence creating the environment you just experienced.”
“You fear loneliness, so it created Ma Ling’er meeting you and further created a scene where Ma Ling’er resents you.”
“If I hadn’t intervened, you would have been trapped in the illusion.”
Upon hearing this, Xu Yao sneered and said.
“Trying to k*ll me with such a level of illusion is merely wishful thinking.”
“Of course, such an illusion can’t k*ll you, but if it makes you believe that Ma Ling’er died because of you, can you withstand that?”
“One after another blow, you would quickly lose yourself in the sea of clouds.”
“Lass, this is a journey of self-reflection. Go ahead.”
With that, Chen Changsheng turned and disappeared into the fog.
Xu Yao was once again enveloped by endless loneliness.
…
Somewhere in the sea of clouds.
“Why is it you?”
“Why can’t it be me?”
Ma Ling’er stopped in her tracks, and a figure blocked her path. It was none other than the familiar Jian Fei.
Looking at the figure in front of her, “Jian Fei” smiled.
“The sea of clouds projects the deepest things one doesn’t want to face.”
“So, do you have anything to say to ‘me’?”
Hearing this, Ma Ling’er replied coldly, “My friendship with Jian Fei is as close as brothers. There’s nothing I need to say.”
“Really?”
“You might fool others, but not me, because I come from your heart.”
Saying this, “Jian Fei” came closer to Ma Ling’er and spoke softly.
“When at the Sword Qi Great Wall, Jian Fei spent a fortune for you. At that time, you were firm in your heart because you already had someone.”
“But when you discovered that Nan Gong Xing never loved you, a doubt arose in your heart.”
“For you, Jian Fei fought against the first genius sword cultivator of the Eight Desolates, a man so devoted, how could any woman remain unmoved?”
“And every time you faced danger, the timid Jian Fei would fight for you.”
“Hasn’t he done enough to make you waver even a little?”
Upon hearing this, Ma Ling’er’s seven-star sword directly pierced “Jian Fei,” then tore him apart.
“Hahaha!”
The laughter of “Jian Fei” echoed in the fog, and another identical Jian Fei emerged from the mist.
“I am an illusion, born from the depths of your heart. Even if you are stronger, you cannot k*ll me.”
Seeing this, Ma Ling’er spoke.
“I understand Jian Fei’s feelings for me, but that doesn’t mean I must like him. That’s not how it works.”
“That’s true, but have you truly let go?”
“If you’ve truly let go, why does ‘I’ still appear here?”
“Are you really not fond of him, or do you think you don’t deserve him?”
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