Meng Chen Falls Asleep, Shui Bing'er Grieves

Shui Bing'er squatted by the roadside, her arms wrapped around her knees and her chin resting on them, her heart icy cold.

Shui Yue'er stood behind her, wanting to comfort her but not knowing how. Her lips moved several times, but in the end, she merely stood there quietly, not disturbing her sister.

She had never seen her sister so heartbroken before, so devastated that she could not even cry.

Xue Wu and the others silently gathered around Shui Bing'er as well, looking at one another without a word.

At a time like this, no words could offer any comfort.

When Meng Chen's Soul Body shattered into specks of starlight and gathered into a mass before surging into Shui Bing'er's chest, Shui Bing'er had frantically seized a wisp of Chaos Energy.

But now, that trace of Chaos Energy was slowly dissipating bit by bit.

Like a fire on the verge of burning out, once all its fuel had been consumed, even its ashes gradually began to grow cold.

"Master!"

Shui Bing'er called out in her heart, but no one answered.

Deep within the Sea of Consciousness, the Chaos Bead floated silently, and the Chaos Qi no longer flowed.

The faint, gentle sheen on its surface was no longer crystalline, like a lamp that had been blown out.

Again and again, Shui Bing'er called "Master" in her heart. Her calls turned into pleas, pleading for Master to answer her, but there was never any reply. In the end, she fell silent.

The Sea of Consciousness was deathly still.

Shui Bing'er's shoulders began to tremble, yet she did not cry.

Only now did she understand that the most extreme pain was being unable to cry.

At last, Xue Wu and the others reached out and gently embraced Shui Bing'er, hoping to share their warmth and let her feel some comfort.

"Bing'er..."

Suddenly, Shui Bing'er felt something stir deep within her Sea of Consciousness.

Unfortunately, it was Snow Empress.

That ice-blue Soul Body drifted out of the Chaos Bead and slowly solidified.

Snow Empress said nothing. She simply floated quietly in the center of Shui Bing'er's Sea of Consciousness, like an ice sculpture.

Sensing her presence, Shui Bing'er urgently called out in her heart, "Senior Snow Empress, my Master, he—"

"Don't worry. He isn't dead."

There was a trace of shock in Snow Empress's voice. She had never imagined that someone could actually slay a god.

"Judging from his condition, he has merely fallen asleep. Perhaps that axe strike exhausted all of his soul power, but he can still recover. He just needs time."

Asleep?

Shui Bing'er recalled that when Master had attached himself to her before, he had likewise been in a sleeping state, then awakened after absorbing her Soul Power.

At that thought, Shui Bing'er anxiously asked, "Senior Snow Empress, is there any way to let Master absorb my Soul Power faster, so he can wake up sooner?"

After hearing this, Snow Empress's tone became somewhat strange. "Are you sure? If you keep letting him absorb your Soul Power, it will affect your cultivation speed and may even affect the greatest heights you can reach in your life."

Shui Bing'er answered resolutely, "I'm sure. Senior Snow Empress, please help me!"

Snow Empress fell silent for a while before saying, "Unfortunately, Soul Power alone is not enough. Even if you gave him all your Soul Power now, it would be useless. He needs time."

"Don't worry. When the time comes, he will awaken on his own."

He needed time...

Shui Bing'er's face instantly turned pale. What she feared most was that after a long wait, she would receive terrible news.

Seeing her like this, Snow Empress consoled her, "Don't worry, I wouldn't lie to you. What matters most now is that you cultivate properly. I don't think your Master would want to see you covered in dejection when he wakes up."

Perhaps out of sympathy for Shui Bing'er, Snow Empress unexpectedly used an intimate tone and even referred to herself as "I."

Hearing Snow Empress say this, Shui Bing'er finally managed to pull herself together. She stood up again and gently pushed Xue Wu and the others away. "All right, don't worry. I'm fine."

All six sisters looked at her, their eyes filled with worry and heartache.

"Let's go back." Shui Bing'er's voice was hoarse, but steady.

Shui Yue'er ran over to stand beside her sister and asked softly, "Sis, your Master, he..."

Shui Bing'er's face went pale for another instant. She forced herself to say, "Master is fine. He's just... asleep."

Shui Yue'er wanted to ask more, but seeing her sister like this, she could only keep quiet.

The seven girls supported one another as they left the devastated land and headed back toward Heaven Dou City.

Yet no one noticed that Meng Chen had not completely killed the Asura God...

God Realm.

The God Realm was just as worldly storybooks always described it, perpetually shrouded in clouds and mist.

Within the multicolored auspicious clouds, specks of crystalline light glimmered. Standing among them, one would feel as though they were about to ride the clouds into the sky, overwhelmed by boundless beauty and wonder.

Dense divine power drifted through the clouds and mist, immortal clouds coiling around the air as wisps of vapor rose.

At the heart of this Divine Domain stood a dark red God Temple. Five pillars of light descended from its ceiling and converged in midair at the center of the hall.

A rich aura of life surrounded the Goddess of Life, carrying the fresh scent of all things growing.

A faint crease had appeared between the brows of her face, which always wore a serene smile.

She raised her right hand, and a ball of emerald-green light lit up in her palm.

The light poured from her palm, transforming into countless hair-thin green threads that wound toward the dark red sphere of light in the air.

The instant the green threads touched the dark red sphere, its color brightened slightly.

But it only brightened for a moment before quickly dimming again.

The Goddess of Life frowned even more deeply.

She increased her output of divine power. The emerald glow became denser, and the vitality in the air grew so abundant that it could revive the dead and regenerate flesh upon bones.

Yet the dark red sphere seemed to contain a bottomless abyss. No matter how much divine power she poured into it, it swallowed every bit clean.

That dark red sphere was a remaining trace of the Asura God's origin, drawn here by the Goddess of Life.

"It's useless."

A lazy voice came from the entrance of the God Temple.

The Evil God walked in.

He was tall and straight, dressed in a black robe embroidered with dark golden patterns that gave off an aura from the abyss.

His features were exceptionally handsome, but they carried a chill. Though a dark aura surrounded him, there was no trace of violence.

"With the divine power of only one God King, let alone saving him, you can't even keep this trace of his origin from being extinguished."

The Evil God stood with his hands behind his back, the hem of his black robe swaying gently with his steps.

"One isn't enough?"

The Kind God spoke. He wore a spotless white robe and looked so ethereal and unworldly, gentle and warm.

No one could look at him and harbor even the slightest wicked thought.

He walked to the Goddess of Life's side, looked at the dark red sphere of light in the air, and softly asked, "Would adding me be enough?"

The Evil God glanced at him, still unconvinced. He shook his head. "Not enough."