Chapter 74
He used his sword as a brush to draw a formation, then pasted on Soul-Summoning Talisman, lay down in the center of the formation, and pierced his own wrist.
Blood flowed continuously from his wrist, igniting the Body-Offering Formation. The intricate geometric patterns intertwined, becoming a bridge connecting the realms of Yin and Yang. Accompanied by the clear sound of bells, he continuously called out Ye Zhenzhen's name, summoning her soul.
"Come back quickly, Ye Zhenzhen!"
When Ye Qingchuan was reading through ancient Devil Race texts, he came across a kind of evil technique that allowed one to sacrifice themselves to another. Long before he was certain she was dead, he had made up his mind to offer his life to her so that she could live on using his body.
He loved her so much that he couldn't bear the pain of losing her; but she probably didn't love him that much, because without him, she could still live happily and live on in his place.
Thinking of this, his gaze became firm yet gentle, as if he could see her in the distance through the Talisman.
"Ye Qingchuan, you big idiot, what stupid thing are you doing?" Ye Zhenzhen's Divine Soul stared at the crazy and bizarre scene before her, so anxious she wanted to jump out of her body and slap this guy awake. Her soul was right here; no amount of summoning would work. Besides, she was already dead; how could she defy the Heavenly Dao and do something so heaven-defying?
He must have gone mad again!
But he was so engrossed in his sacrifice for her that most of his body was stained with blood. His originally pale face turned ashen, like a ghost. His once beautiful Auspicious Phoenix Eyes gradually closed, and he was almost completely drained of blood.
The formation failed to summon Ye Zhenzhen's soul at all.
How so?
He stubbornly raised his head, calling Ye Zhenzhen's name again and again until he fainted.
In a daze, he seemed to have a dream in which he encountered the old Daoist priest who had prophesied that Ye Zhenzhen would experience two great Old Daoist when she was one year old. The Old Daoist still had that otherworldly and dignified appearance, arriving on a crane, stroking his beard, and said to him mysteriously, "Actually, there is a way to bring Ye Zhenzhen back to life."
Ye Qingchuan hurriedly asked, "May I ask, Immortal Master, what is your method?"
The Old Daoist handed him a small notebook, then covered his lips with his hand and said, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."
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Even I, his elderly mother, was moved to tears by him.
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Chapter 74
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The small notebook gleamed with golden light, like a treasure from the Upper Realm.
The Old Daoist smiled mysteriously, sprinkled some celestial dew on Ye Qingchuan with a small glass bottle, and then rode the crane into the sky.
After regaining consciousness, Ye Qingchuan was surprised to find that the wound on his wrist had miraculously healed, and the blood that had flowed out seemed to have returned to his body. He quickly flipped open the small notebook and looked at it; it was an illustrated book that taught people how to revive a person using the Five Divine Artifacts.
Five Divine Artifacts?
The Seven-Colored Heaven-Mending Stone of the Cloudsky Sect is currently being kept by Ye Qinghui;
The Primordial Chaos Pearl of the Kongtong School, after the death of Immortal Venerable Shen, is with the successor Immortal Venerable Ye Qinghui;
The Xuanyuan Sword of the Spirit Sword Manor has returned to the forbidden area of the Spirit Sword Manor;
The Thunderbolt Chain of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion are now under the control of the new Pavilion Master, Lei Jiajia.
The Sky-Gate Zither of the String-Killing Sect had long since fallen into the hands of the Demon Realm and was now in Ye Qingchuan's possession.
Ye Qingchuan thought for a moment. The Xuanyuan Sword and Thunderbolt Chain were easy to obtain, but he wondered if Ye Qinghui would agree to acquire the Seven-Colored Heaven-Mending Stone and the Primordial Chaos Pearl...
Never mind. He first placed Ye Zhenzhen into a crystal coffin made of Supreme Demon Crystals and temporarily stored it in his Profound Nether Ring. Then, he sneaked into the Spirit Sword Manor and Heavenly Thunder Pavilion alone without anyone noticing.
His cultivation was extremely high, and he had some understanding of the two sects, so he stole the Xuanyuan Sword and the Thunderbolt Chain with almost no effort. Before the people from the two sects could catch up, he quickly took Ye Zhenzhen and arrived at the Cloudsky Sect.
"Madam, we're back." He held her in his arms, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Ten years have passed, Cloudsky Sect seems to have not changed much. It is still as lush and verdant as ever. However, even though it is springtime, not a single peach tree on the mountain has bloomed, and not even a single bud can be seen.
The disciples guarding the sect, seeing Ye Qingchuan holding Ye Zhenzhen in his arms, exclaimed with joy, "Great! Junior Sister is back!" Originally, they planned to let them in directly, but some noticed that Ye Zhenzhen's eyes were tightly closed and she was motionless, seemingly already dead. Others recognized Ye Qingchuan and knew about his fall into the Devil Race realm, immediately shouting, "This is the new Demon Venerable, Ye Mochuan! Quickly activate the Sect Protective Grand Formation! Don't let him in!"
The Sect Protective Grand Formation? What a joke! That's for blocking outsiders, not for him and Ye Zhenzhen.
He nonchalantly swung his Tai Chang Sword, swiftly knocking out a group of disciples guarding the area before the formation could even be activated, and broke through the door.
Dressed in a black robe, holding Ye Zhenzhen in his arms, he exuded the aura of a powerful figure, causing all the Cloudsky Sect disciples who passed by to hesitate and dare not approach.
A disciple delivered a message to Ye Qinghui and Xie Jingshu, and the two arrived in front of Ye Qingchuan one after the other. Ye Qingyao also arrived shortly afterward.
"Zhenzhen! My Zhenzhen!" Seeing Ye Zhenzhen's body already cold and not yet decomposed, but clearly having been dead for several days, Xie Jingshu was struck dumb, tears streaming down her face. She was usually calm and composed, but after learning of her daughter's death, she had almost cried herself dry, her hair had turned mostly white, and she had aged considerably. Now, seeing Ye Zhenzhen's corpse, she trembled all over, unable to control her grief and weeping uncontrollably.
Ye Qingyao also started sobbing, instantly becoming a sobbing mess.
Two lines of tears streamed down Ye Qinghui's face; he was too grief-stricken to speak. Ye Zhenzhen's voice and smile were vivid in his mind; this was his Junior Sister, his precious Junior Sister he had cherished since childhood!
Seeing everyone so deeply grieving, Ye Zhenzhen felt Divine Soul that made it hard to breathe. She desperately wanted to do something to comfort everyone, especially her mother, who had always cherished her unconditionally and loved her dearly. Just six months ago, her mother's hair was as black as silk; how had it turned so white now?