To Untie the Bell, One Must Find the One Who Tied It

"Although the external injuries are severe, damaging the muscles, bones, and internal organs, they are no longer fatal thanks to the combined power of myself and the Nine Heart Begonia."

"What is that?!"

Qian Renxue pressed on urgently, the faint holy light gathered in her palm almost pressing against Lin Xia's chest, but she was afraid of disturbing his fragile state.

Bibi Dong stared intently at Bi Ji, the surging demonic flames around her momentarily freezing as she awaited the suffocating answer.

Bi Ji slowly withdrew her hand, her emerald eyes sweeping over the mother and daughter—both equally beautiful, equally tormented, and equally tormented by fate and taboo. Her voice was not loud, yet it carried a heavy, Infiltrator power that seemed to see right into the soul:

"It's the Soul Dissipation, it's the Heart Death."

"His soul... does not wish to awaken."

External forces can heal the body, but they cannot awaken Soul Spirit trapped in endless regret and obsession. He has shut himself off, refusing the call of life.

"The one who tied the knot must untie it."

Bi Ji's gaze finally settled on Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, carrying a hint of indescribable complexity.

"What could call him back from the Abyss of self-exile was not the Life Force, nor the light of the gods... but you."

"You... know better than I why his inner conflict arose."

She turned slightly to the side, her gaze falling on Hu Liena, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the Ghost Douluo Gui Mei had silently appeared at the door at some unknown time.

"Everyone, get out. Leave him... and his true feelings some space."

A barely Frisk glint of excitement, a sign of a successful plan, flashed in Hu Liena's eyes, which she quickly concealed by lowering her head.

Dugu Yan pursed her lips tightly, as if she wanted to say something, but Ye Lingling gently pulled her back.

The aloof young woman took one last deep look at Lin Xia on the bed and the frozen mother and daughter, then silently followed the others out of the room.

The Gui Mei figure seemed to blend into the shadows, disappearing without a sound.

The heavy wooden door was gently closed, shutting out all outside sounds, leaving only the monotonous and cold ticking of the medical instruments and an almost suffocating, heavy silence.

Only three breaths remained in the room—two rapid and disordered, and one so faint as to be almost imperceptible.

The soft click of the door closing was like a watershed moment.

The surging Rakshasa Demon Flame surrounding Bibi Dong seemed to have lost their target, and unwillingly contracted and swayed, eventually turning into a dim purple mist that swirled around her.

The dazzling golden light emanating from Qian Renxue instantly dimmed, and her Angel Domain was Sheer Force withdrawn, leaving only fragmented golden light spots in her eyes. As if controlled by invisible threads, the two of them uncontrollably turned their gazes to the blood-stained bed.

Lin Xia lay there quietly, like a shattered statue ravaged by war.

The skin exposed beneath the bandages was deathly pale and lifeless, and the massive cave-in in his chest, even wrapped in thick gauze, still outlined a shocking curve.

Each faint breath Lin Xia took felt like a cold needle piercing Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue's hearts—a sign that the flame of Lin Xia's soul was gradually flickering and dying out.

Silence spread, each second feeling like an eternity.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and medicine, along with the lingering chaotic aura from the brief, intense clash of the mother and daughter's divine powers, all blending together to create a nauseating sense of despair.

Finally, Qian Renxue moved.

As if pulled by some invisible force, she staggered forward, one step after another, her high heels echoing hollowly on the cold floor.

She trembled like a leaf in the wind, slowly extending the hand that had once wielded the Angel Holy Sword and Judgment countless sins.

With fingertips filled with an almost reverent fear, they cautiously and slowly probed towards Lin Xia's chest, Wrap blood-soaked bandages.

Her gaze was fixed on that blinding crimson, her golden pupils churning with immense pain and bewilderment.

Just as her slightly trembling fingertips, dusty and glistening with fine particles, were about to touch—

"Take your hand away!"

A chilling, piercing shout, like a bone-chilling wind from hell, suddenly rang out!

Bibi Dong suddenly leaned forward, not to rush towards her daughter, but instinctively to block the hand that was about to touch Lin Xia's wound!

The out-of-control Rakshasa Divine Power transformed into several viscous, malicious Haze, which suddenly shot out like venomous snakes. They were not aimed at Qian Renxue, but carried a violent aura of destruction, and slammed into Qian Renxue's outstretched arm!

Danger!

The Angel Divine Power within Qian Renxue instinctively wanted to erupt and counterattack, forming Guardian Holy Shield.

However, just as the golden light was about to burst forth from her body, her movements froze.

She didn't even look at the Rakshasa Death Qi that was enough to corrode the soul. Her golden eyes, filled with shattered light, were fixed on Bibi Dong's face, which was twisted by purplish-black demonic energy, with a desperate, soul- Infiltrator accusation!

Pfft!

Several wisps of thick, cold Rakshasa Death Qi wrapped around Qian Renxue's wrists and forearms without any hindrance.

The sacred golden light and the filthy purplish-black reacted violently in an instant, producing a "sizzling" sound like a hot iron scalding flesh!

Several eerie, scorching black marks immediately appeared on Qian Renxue's fair skin. The intense Corrosion pain caused her slender arm to tremble violently, and she let out a muffled groan.

She seemed oblivious to the excruciating pain!

A chilling smile, tinged with endless mockery and desolation, slowly spread across her beautiful yet bloodless lips.

That smile was uglier than tears, more glaring than the deepest despair.

"Heh... are you satisfied now, my... mother?"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from ice shards, carrying a chilling, bloody edge.

"See? This is what he looks like now... this way of looking like he'd rather tear himself to pieces, crush himself, than completely erase his own existence... Are you satisfied now?!"

Qian Renxue's voice suddenly rose, carrying a hysterical sharpness and a pain that Infiltrator the bone, stabbing straight into Bibi Dong's heart.

"He would rather die! He would rather his soul vanish completely from this world! Rather than let us suffer even a little more because of him! Rather than let us, mother and daughter, be heartbroken again because of him! Is this what you wanted?! Is this the result of your insistence on rules, your pride?!"

"Shut up!!!"

Bibi Dong roared as if struck by the most vicious Curse!

The Rakshasa Demon Flame around him exploded with a deafening roar!

The purplish-black flames flickered and rose wildly, almost licking the ceiling, making the Pope's pale, distorted face look like a vengeful ghost!

The darkness surging in her eyes was so thick it was almost tangible, a mixture of overwhelming rage erupting from being struck where it hurt most, deep-seated fear, and a tremendous panic that even she herself could not bear to look at!

"What do you know?! You know nothing!"

Bibi Dong's voice was hoarse and manic, filled with a desire to destroy everything.

"After seeing him like that, I just wanted to tear all these damn rules to shreds!!"