Chapter 79

Blood gushed from the wound like a red waterfall, staining her plain, elegant dress. Her face was pale as paper, but her gaze never wavered. With the last of her strength, she flung her scarlet blood onto the Evil Drought Demon's Spiritual Platform.

"What's happening? Xie Jingshu, what did you do?" A splitting headache seized the Evil Drought Demon. Something seemed to be suppressing all her power, and this body was about to stop obeying her.

"This is an Ancient Blood Ritual. When the blood of a close relative is sprinkled on the Spiritual Platform of someone whose body has been seized, it can help that person reclaim control. Even you will lose control of this body for a while." Having said this, Xie Jingshu opened her eyes wide one last time and reached out to her. "My Zhenzhen, come back." Then she closed her eyes forever.

"Mother!" Ye Zhenzhen, back in control of her body, clutched Xie Jingshu and wept without end.

In her memories, her mother had always been gentle and warm. She had never forced anything on her or demanded that she attain some lofty cultivation level. She would simply hold her with a smile and say, "My Zhenzhen, all I want is for you to live your life safe, happy, and well." Ye Zhenzhen had always wanted to tell her that she was the best mother in the world. But before she could say it, her mother had died because of her.

And her father, gentle as jade, with the bearing of an immortal—he had never spoken the word "love," yet his hair had turned white for her. He had sacrificed himself for her. He had died for her.

She had been blessed with such wonderful parents. What had she ever done to deserve their love?