Ah Yin's Sacrifice

Upon hearing this, she raised her head and looked at Qian Xunji with resentful eyes.

"Blue Silver Overlord Spear!"

A golden-blue energy spear was thrown from her hand.

Qian Xunji out and grasped the tip of the spear with his bare hand.

Immediately, his five fingers tightened.

Bang.

The Blue Silver Overlord Spear transformed into countless points of light.

Ah Yin's body swayed; her Soul Power was exhausted.

She looked down at Tang Hao's body, then glanced back at the depths of the cave, before standing up.

"Brother Hao, you must live."

After she finished speaking, a light began to shine from her body.

Countless Blue Silver Grass sprouted from all directions and swirled around them.

Immediately afterwards, a rich life force was released from the Blue Silver Grass.

Bibi Dong exclaimed in surprise, "That's the legendary Soul Beast Sacrifice?"

"To exchange the entire cultivation and life force of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast for the resurrection of a dead person."

The light made her body translucent, and concentric red halos spread outwards from her feet.

Her life force began to burn, and her body began to become transparent.

"Dong'er, stop her quickly!"

Bibi Dong snapped out of her daze and drew the Asura Sword from her Storage Soul Tool with her right hand.

The moment the Asura Sword was drawn, the sky over the entire mountain forest suddenly changed color.

The clear sky was torn apart by a crimson beam of light emanating from the sword, which pierced the clouds and dyed the clouds within a radius of dozens of miles blood red.

A somber, chilling atmosphere prevailed; utter silence reigned.

A crimson light enveloped Ah Yin, forcefully suppressing the sacrificial light burning on her body.

Ah Yin looked down at her body in disbelief; the sacrifice had been abruptly interrupted.

"No—no!"

Ah Yin knelt down beside Tang Hao, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, and looked up at Bibi Dong.

Her eyes were filled with despair. "Please... spare us... please..."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's hand holding the Asura Sword trembled.

She looked at Ah Yin, a woman who had just given birth, kneeling on the ground.

A wife who watched helplessly as her husband was murdered.

A woman who would rather burn herself to save her husband's life.

An overwhelming surge of bittersweet emotion welled up in her chest.

She is Peak Douluo, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and Demigod inheritor wielding the Asura God Sword.

But she is also a mother and a wife.

If it were her kneeling here today, if it were Qian Xunji or Xiao Xue whose lives were taken... she dared not think any further.

The tip of the Asura Sword drooped.

"What should we do about the illness?"

Qian Xunji looked at her.

He knew Bibi Dong would be soft-hearted because in this life, Bibi Dong had not experienced the hatred that hardened her to the point of being as hard as iron.

She was not emotionally frustrated, not imprisoned in a secret room, and not consumed by hatred.

She is loved, which is why she still has a soft heart.

But I won't blame her for being soft-hearted.

According to the original Bibi Dong, even if Ah Yin knelt on the ground and kowtowed until her face was covered in blood, she would not waver in the slightest.

But the current Bibi Dong is different.

This "difference" is precisely what he has dedicated ten years of his life to protecting.

"Dong'er, I will bear all the sins. Use the Asura Power to suppress your emotions."

Bibi Dong and he locked eyes for a moment.

He used the word "sin".

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, and the Asura Brand on her forehead lit up.

Asura Divine Power surged from the brand, spreading throughout her body along her meridians.

Her eyes turned blood red, her expression shifted from hesitation to calm, and then from calm to almost cold-blooded ruthlessness.

The power of the Asura Deity took control of her emotional fluctuations, suppressing all human pity and hesitation to the deepest level of her consciousness.

"Feel sorry."

Bibi Dong gripped the Asura Sword with both hands and plunged it into Ah Yin's chest.

The sword tip emerged from Ah Yin's back, Asura Power surged into her body along the sword. The blood-red divine power burned her internal organs like flames.

Ah Yin's body stiffened; she stared intently at Bibi Dong, her eyes filled with nothing but hatred.

"Bang."

She collapsed, falling beside Tang Hao.

At the last moment, she reached for Tang Hao's hand, her fingertips touching his wrist, before losing all life.

The wind stopped, the blood-red clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate, and the mountains and forests fell silent again.

Bibi Dong stood there holding the Asura Sword, when suddenly her legs went weak and she knelt on one knee.

She was in great pain at this moment; if drawing the sword was a physical pain, then this was a psychological one.

She looked down at the corpses of Ah Yin and Tang Hao, at their hands that had almost been clasped together in their dying moments.

Her chest felt like it was blocked by something, and a sour feeling spread from her heart in all directions.

Qian Xunji over and put her hand on her shoulder.

"Dong'er, are you alright?"

Bibi Dong didn't look up, her voice hoarse as she said, "Hmm, let me calm down."

Qian Xunji squeezed her shoulder, then let go, and winked at Yue Guan and Gui Mei not far away.

The two understood each other and stood not far from Bibi Dong.

They didn't speak or approach to disturb them; they simply stood guard silently.

Bibi Dong drew the Asura Sword and dragged it to an old pine tree ten steps away.

She sat down against the tree trunk and placed the Asura Sword across her knees.

Qian Xunji stood there watching her, not going over to comfort her; she needed some time.

"It's time to check on Tang San."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the cave.

Deep inside the cave, Tang San opened his eyes.

Before him was a blur of light and shadow, and the sunlight filtering through the cracks in the cave ceiling made him instinctively squint.

He instinctively reached out to block the light, and then he saw his own hand.

A baby's hand, tiny hand still bearing traces of blood that hadn't been wiped clean.

He felt bewildered; these weren't his own hands.

My hands shouldn't look like this; they should be the hands of an adult man, with thick calluses on the palms from years of practicing with Hidden Weapon.

He looked down and saw his own body, his short limbs, and the vines that Entanglement around him.

Where is this?

His memory was still stuck on the Ghost Sorrow Cliff.

He remembered standing on the edge of a cliff, facing the elders of the Tang Sect, whose expressions were a mixture of shock and anger.

He jumped because he had secretly learned the inner sect's ultimate technique, the "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record," an unforgivable crime for the Tang Sect.

When I opened my eyes again, this was the place.

Tang San's brain was working at lightning speed.

The baby's body and the unfamiliar cave—these clues all point to one possibility: reincarnation, and reincarnation with memories of the previous life.

His heart began to race.

His biggest regret in his past life was that he stopped at the Tang Sect, possessing unparalleled talent but unable to obtain the complete inheritance.

If he could live a second life with his memories intact, he could start practicing all the martial arts techniques from scratch in this life.