Si Mingde, however, clearly did not think so.
He's been the president of the Dao Xuan Association for decades; there's no way he wouldn't have this treasure.
"Perfect timing, I recently acquired a Spirit-Suppressing Stone."
At this point, Si Mingde felt that it was Heaven's will that did not want his beloved grandson to suffer or even die.
"It happened... about half a month ago. A spirit stone that was originally placed on Purple Forest Mountain to absorb the moonlight suddenly took in a wandering soul, and it was a living soul with a strong spirit!"
"At first, I thought some child in the neighborhood had lost their soul, but after searching for three days without any news, and since the Spirit-Suppressing Stone was already formed, we brought it back."
Si Mingde was overjoyed. "Quick! Go and fetch the Spirit-Suppressing Stone!"
Si Yan had never heard this conversation before when he was young. Just like now, he was lying unconscious in bed, but in reality, he was already suffering all kinds of torment.
Si Yan knew the process perfectly well from then on.
With the Spirit-Suppressing Stone placed close to his heart, he was forced to begin a forty-nine-day forging process with the twelve coffins of vengeful spirits.
Humans only have three souls and seven spirits. Having an extra spirit is already extremely painful, let alone having Spiritual Power within the body that could cause the body to explode at any moment.
These forty-nine days were the most unbearable days of Si Yan's short life; every day she wished she could just kill herself.
And now, through the illusion, he is made to watch himself suffer, and the pain has been transferred to him in his present state.
Si Yan trembled all over, sweat pouring from his forehead, as if countless flames flashing with lightning were burning on his skin, every inch of it aching to the point of suffocation.
This illusion... is truly powerful.
Si Yan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his fists clenched tightly. Even though the pain made his face turn pale, he didn't utter another sound.
The people who care about him aren't here; what's the use of him crying out in pain?
" Nuonuo..."
Thinking of his lover, Si Yan felt his pain lessen considerably.
It's fake, everything here is fake.
He still needs to go find Nuonuo.
Si Yan's eyes gradually shifted from pain to confusion, then to coldness and gloom. He stood up straight, his body trembling, and his fingers curled up.
Spiritual Power overflowed from his fingertips, and the illusion was easily torn apart.
He stood in the image of the shattered bronze mirror, suddenly opening his sharp, cold phoenix eyes, his brows furrowing in displeasure. The instant all the images disappeared, the thick fog returned.
Si Yan glanced at Huang Dui You Jin, who was already lying on the ground, and stepped over with a cold expression. Her fingers were still trembling slightly as she took out the candy Jiang Nuo had given her from her pocket, tore open the wrapper, and stuffed it into her mouth.
The sweetness on my tongue slowly calmed my restless mood.
He had a clear goal and ignored everyone else around him; all he wanted was to find Jiang Nuo as soon as possible.
Si Yan snapped her fingers, and wisps of ethereal light bloomed from her fingertips, like spiritual flowers growing on her fingertips, dispelling the suffocating feeling brought by the mist.
call--
A gust of cold wind blew by.
Si Yan paused warily, slowly turning to the left. Her other slender finger, hanging by her side, curled slightly, its Spiritual Power transforming into a slender snake.
As the next gust of cold wind blew, he reached out precisely and crushed the charging ghost with his bare hands.
He twirled his fingers, his tall figure appearing and disappearing in the mist. Suddenly sensing something, Si Yan strode forward and walked in a certain direction.
--
Floating Life Tower.
The thirty-six-story tower is teeming with demonic creatures, their Demonic Qi soaring to the heavens.
As a five-star dungeon, everyone assumes that if one out of ten players who enter the Floating Life Tower dungeon manages to return, they are considered extremely lucky.
However, this instance was closely watched by all players, for no other reason than that the players who were deployed this time were all formidable opponents.
The dungeon is filled with a host of famous players, including the notoriously mad Jiang Nuo, the strategist Lin Yu known for his cunning and scheming, and the physically imposing and terrifyingly strong King Bodo.
Of the twelve players, not one was a good person.
Five-star dungeons only open once every six months, and their difficulty is well-known.
Players need to ascend from the first floor of the Floating Life Tower. If a player kills fewer monsters than the number of surviving players on each floor, that player will be sent back to the first floor to start over.
Therefore, players must either do their best to kill the monsters or fight each other to reduce the number of players to a minimum.
Jiang Nuo found himself back here in the illusion. He laughed for a long time, until his shoulders were shaking, then suddenly stopped, expressionlessly patting non-existent dust off his hands.
His eyes betrayed a murderous intent, sharp yet playful, and his shimmering gaze couldn't hide the excitement within.
"I almost died here..."
Jiang Nuo murmured to herself, deciding to go find that unlucky guy—her former self.
This was his first major setback since becoming the mad god of destruction in the dungeon.
As Jiang Nuo walked upstairs, she reminisced about the past.
Just when I was about to reach the 30th floor, I was betrayed by a teammate I had "confided" in.
Having conquered two dungeons together, this time the other person pushed him from behind, causing him to fall into the fire pool Floating Life Tower.
Flames engulfed his body, knives pierced his flesh, bones and tendons were broken, and his skin and flesh were torn apart.
As Jiang Nuo reminisced, she had already stepped onto the edge of the fire pit.
He lowered his eyes, looked at his teammate Lin Yu beside him, and then slowly turned his head to look at himself who had fallen in.
The pain struck suddenly; I felt it deeply.
Jiang Nuo's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, his muscles trembling as if they were on fire. He unconsciously arched his body into a shrimp-like shape.
But he was smiling.
He was also inside the fire pit.
Jiang Nuo remembered that he originally had no intention of struggling and was content to die here.
But when he saw the feigned worry on Lin Yu's face through the layers of flames, a long-lost sense of resentment surged back.
He used his last bit of strength to wade through the fire pit and crawl out from the side.
Almost all of his skin and flesh had fallen off, and he only managed to regain his human form after using up all his points.
Recalling this, Jiang Nuo even had time to sigh, thinking that the misunderstandings these players had about him were quite profound.
Sometimes it's not that he can't accumulate points, it's that using them once consumes a huge amount.
Jiang Nuo pretended to be in pain for a while, then got bored, dusted himself off, and got up from the ground, watching his former self slowly crawl across the fire pit.
She even turned to talk to Lin Yu next to her, even though she knew he couldn't hear her.
"You're laughing now, but you actually had a pretty tough time later on."
"I scraped him to death piece by piece with a razor blade; his expression was quite pitiful."
He rubbed his hands together as if making small talk, "You know, this illusion is something else. It can't really make me feel the pain as I truly am. Is it going to torture my eyes?"
After all, seeing your own flesh and skin fall out like that is quite a visual shock.
Jiang Nuo acted as if nothing was wrong, but the corners of her mouth remained curved in a smile due to muscle memory, her eyes fixed on her former self, her eyes reddening.
" Nuonuo..."
A familiar call echoed from the void.
Jiang Nuo exclaimed, "I have to go. Si Yan will definitely be worried if I don't wake up soon."
He rolled his eyes, then greeted Lin Yu, "Goodbye, enjoy your last moments of happiness."
In the mist, Jiang Nuo, who was being held in Si Yan's arms, opened her eyes.