Female lead: No, it's me again??

Chapter 438 Water Finale

She lunged forward, crying, "Ah Li!"

Feng Siyue tried to grab her shoulders, "Ali, come back!"

"Ali!"

But she caught nothing.

Ali's soul, like smoke tinged with starlight, slipped away little by little through her fingers.

Large tears streamed down the girl's face, blurring her vision. "No...no! Ah Li...please don't go!"

"Come back!"

But that cheerful and charming voice is no longer heard in the world.

Feng Siyue refused to believe that her friend's soul had vanished. She pleaded almost desperately, "Qingqing, please think of something! What can I do to bring Ali back?"

Inside the space, Qingqing, who had suddenly been connected to the outside world, watched Cangli's remnant soul dissipate, her eyes filled with confusion and sorrow. "The heavenly punishment is complete, the gods and Buddhas are powerless, Sister Li... cannot be saved."

The existence of that bow has already exceeded the highest limit of this world!

Sister Li... used the power within her once again... to save Feng Siyue.

They can't come back... They can't come back...

Qingqing's words kept echoing in her mind, repeating endlessly, until they became a nightmare.

The girl stared blankly at her empty hands, her red eyes slowly filled with sorrow.

why?

Why did I come back to life?

Ali, what did you do?

Feng Siyue looked down at the ruins beneath her feet. There was no Lou Miao, no demonic energy, and no parasites.

There was no Ali either.

But she survived.

At that moment, she seemed to understand something.

Endless grief overwhelmed her; the girl's empty eyes resembled those of a soulless puppet.

Dead silence, despair.

The girl's black hair turned white in an instant!

Hahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!

Feng Siyue suddenly laughed, tears of blood streaming down her face!

Gongzi Qi and Bai Sinian, who came to her side, stared blankly at the bright red blood under her eyes.

Everything returned to calm, leaving only one thing behind.

The Heavenly Heart Precept.

...

"That concludes the first chapter about the appearance of the Butterfly Spirit. Do you have any questions?"

In a teahouse in a remote border town of the desolate Leizhou, the storyteller took a sip of water and asked the young patrons below the stage.

"Sir, what happened next?"

"Yes, yes! According to you, Bai Chuhan and Bai Ruanling are disciples of the Holy Palace?"

Near the desk, the young children looked on with curiosity.

The white-haired old man stroked his beard and chuckled.

"Yes, it wasn't until the figure from Chaoyang Holy Palace, who was as beautiful as the stars and the moon, uttered their names that everyone realized that these two women, with completely different appearances and comparable to the beauty of a goddess, were the two daughters of the Bai family who were said to possess peak sacred beasts."

"Similarly, they are also disciples of the Chaoyang Holy Palace."

"The previous appearance was just a disguise. It's the esteemed younger generation of the Chaoyang Holy Palace!"

"A prodigy of heaven!"

One of the boys looked on with envy, "They're both seventeen or eighteen years old, how come there's such a big difference?"

The old man glared at him. "How dare you say that? You only work sporadically, how can you compare to others?"

"Bai Chuhan was a pill-refining fanatic. According to the surviving cultivators from the auction house, Bai Chuhan spent all his time refining pills except when he was sleeping, and even so, he did not neglect his cultivation!"

"That Bai Ruanling is even more amazing. He loves to play all his life, yet he can wield a divine weapon and shoot an arrow through the ancient demon artifact, the Devouring Demon Disc!"

"His talent is unparalleled, far surpassing that of ordinary people!"

"Cultivation goes without saying!"

After all, how can one activate a divine artifact without cultivation?

At this point, he sighed, "It's a pity that such talents are often envied by heaven; in the end, one died and the other went mad. How tragic and heartbreaking..."

If they hadn't been unintentionally drawn into the Butterfly Spirits' revival, they might have had a better future.

A little girl asked, "Where is the culprit? Sir, a disciple of the Chaoyang Holy Palace was also a daughter of the Bai family. Such a noble person died, and the Bai family didn't avenge her?"

The storyteller looked at the little girl who only knew revenge at such a young age and smiled helplessly, "You little girl, why is it that you always think about revenge? I think you'd be quite suitable to become a disciple of Senior Thousand Blades when you grow up!"

The little girl had an oval face; she pouted.

"Sir, please tell me~"

"Good good!"

“Revenge must be taken. The appearance of the Butterfly Spirit is no coincidence. Do you still remember the Demon Realm of the Sacred World?”

"Sir, are you referring to the ghost town that my mother often uses to scare me?"

"what?"

"What does this have to do with them?"

The old man sighed, his tone heavy, "No one knows whether there's a connection between these events. The calamity struck both cities suddenly, without any warning. Overnight, the entire city was slaughtered!"

"Amidst the grief of the crowd over this tragic event, someone saw a silver-blue divine bird descend upon the sacred fire, and all life vanished!"

"It said, 'I will condemn you to eternal damnation in the Avici Hell!'"

"There was also a man in red, surrounded by a murderous aura, like a madman! With a single move, the heavens and earth shattered, and wherever he went, the land was leveled, leaving not a blade of grass!"

"This mysterious and haunted realm has thus become history."

"Even now, that mysterious flame still burns on that land, never ceasing."