Fu Shiyan in the Past Life

The next second, as Bibi Dong finished speaking, the attack from her palm shot out towards Qian Daoliu amidst the horrified screams and stares of Qian Renxue and the others!

The purplish-black light, like the scythe of death, tore through the air and headed straight for the golden figure!

"No--!!!"

Qian Daoliu roared angrily, trying to pounce with all his might.

However, the Angel Divine Power within him was being eroded by that strange force, and he couldn't mobilize it for the time being. He could only watch helplessly as the light of death drew closer and closer to his granddaughter.

The six elders— Golden Crocodile Douluo, Guangling Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo, Qianjun Douluo, and Demon Subduing Douluo— also rushed frantically towards Qian Renxue, but how could their speed compare to that attack?

It's too late!

It's too late!

And in the very next second after the attack was launched—

A crack suddenly appeared in the crazed look in Bibi Dong's bloodshot eyes.

The crack was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But it spread and proliferated rapidly, like the first crack in a dam.

Her pupils trembled slightly, and the madness in her eyes receded like the tide, replaced by a bewilderment and horror as if she had been suddenly awakened from a nightmare.

What did she do?

How could she kill her?

She never intended to kill her!

"No..."

Her lips parted slightly, emitting a barely audible murmur.

Her right hand shot forward, fingers spread, as if trying to grab the attack that had slipped out of her control, to retract it, to stop it all.

But she couldn't do it.

The attack was too far away from her, too far for her to touch.

She could only watch helplessly as the purplish-black light drew ever closer to Qian Renxue.

Qian Daoliu's voice was so hoarse that it was barely audible. He stumbled forward, leaving a bloody footprint with each step.

The six elders also tried their best, but they were still several feet away from Qian Renxue.

But it was all too late!

Qian Renxue stood rooted to the spot, her eyes wide, staring at the purplish-black light hurtling towards her.

The light grew closer and brighter, turning her pupils a purplish-black.

She didn't dodge.

There's no escaping it!

At that moment, a series of figures flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

She has a grandfather who doted on her and protected her as she grew up.

There was that father, whose memory had become blurred in her mind.

And... her.

The woman who gave birth to her but never gave her a single day of maternal love.

The woman she had hated for over a decade was now killing her with her own hands!

Then--

The image freezes.

A figure with silver hair and black clothes appeared in the deepest part of her mind.

She had seen that person's face countless times—in her dreams, in moments of daydreaming, and unconsciously.

It turned out that, without her even realizing it, he had already held such a profound place in her heart...

A tear slowly slid down Qian Renxue's cheek.

She slowly closed her eyes, thinking to herself.

Goodbye, A-Yan.

Just then--

A dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from between her brows!

The golden light wasn't dazzling, but it carried a power that could still everything.

The purplish-black attack, which was less than a centimeter away from Qian Renxue's brow, suddenly stopped.

It hovered there in front of Qian Renxue, motionless, as if it were being held tightly by an invisible hand.

It wasn't just that attack.

The figure of Qian Daoliu forward froze in mid-air.

The six worshippers, struggling and lunging forward, froze in place.

Bibi Dong's outstretched hand, the horror on her face, and the tears that had not yet fallen from her eyes all froze.

Everything in the Worship Hall froze in place.

Only their glasses remained, still able to move slightly.

Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted violently. He tried to struggle and move, but he found that he couldn't even move a single finger.

He could only watch helplessly as the golden light emerged from between Qian Renxue's brows and slowly condensed in front of her.

Golden light coalesced into a figure.

It was a phantom composed of countless golden dots of light, its body almost transparent, yet it exuded an aura of majesty that was impossible to look directly at.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the purplish-black attack hovering in front of Qian Renxue, and said softly:

"The power of the Abyss?"

His voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were talking to himself.

But the sound, when it reached the ears of everyone present, was like a thunderclap.

Then, he raised his hand and gently touched the purplish-black light with his fingertips.

The attack, powerful enough to kill Qian Renxue, trembled slightly before transforming into tiny specks of purplish-black light that silently dissipated into the air.

After doing all this, the illusory figure slowly turned around.

Qian Renxue stared wide-eyed at that face, the face she had seen countless times in her dreams, tears streaming down her face.

"A-Yan?"

Her voice trembled, filled with disbelief, barely suppressed joy, and an emotion she herself couldn't comprehend.

That's right, the figure was Fu Shiyan.

To be precise, it exists in Qian Renxue's perception Fu Shiyan from her previous life.

Qian Renxue instinctively tried to step forward, but found that she couldn't move her body at all.

She looked down at her hands, then looked up at the illusory figure, her eyes filled with anxiety.

"A-Yan, why can't I move?"

Fu Shiyan looked at her but did not answer.

Those eyes, formed from golden light, churned with extremely complex emotions.

There was longing, reluctance, relief, and also a deep, indescribable sadness.

"Xiao Xue."

His voice was soft, carrying a gentleness that transcends time and space as he continued:

"Haven't seen you for a long time."

Qian Renxue's eyes instantly reddened.

She didn't know why, but just hearing those words filled her with an overwhelming sadness.

That sadness wasn't hers, yet it truly existed deep within her soul, as if it had been dormant for a very long time and had finally been awakened.

It was as if... she had truly become Qian Renxue, the woman in her dream who deeply loved Fu Shiyan.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something--

Fu Shiyan had already turned around.

He looked at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong was frozen in place, unable to move. She stared at the phantom formed from golden light before her, her crimson eyes filled with terror.

She wanted to speak, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Fu Shiyan looked at her and sighed softly.

The sigh was soft, yet it carried a sense of understanding and compassion born from a life well-lived.

"I never imagined you'd come into contact with the Abyss so early in this life."

He raised his right hand, his fingers loosely clenched, as if he had grasped something out of thin air.

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted!

A sharp, intense pain erupted from the depths of her body, ten times more intense than when she was refining the Demon Seed!

She wanted to scream, she wanted to struggle, but she could do nothing and could only let that power surge within her.

The next moment, a seed the size of a thumb, completely black, slowly emerged from her chest.