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The young girl dressed in a long, purple dress stood silently in the depths of the sea of blood, her light clothes fluttering in the incoming wind. Her long hair was buried under her eyebrows.

Gu Hua reached out her hand. All she could see in the boundless expanse was nothingness. The nothingness, the things she couldn't grasp, left her on the verge of collapse.

Ah!" She raised her head to the sky and shouted. Her unbridled decisiveness almost caused her to lose her former indifference and calmness: "Why?! "Why?!

Why was she always losing, from master to bamboo stallion to her friends and even to Ah Ning …

Why couldn't she be a little lucky and leave her with some thoughts? It would be good if he could give her a companion, even if it was an inner demon.

But even this couldn't be left to her.

Was defying the heavens and truly destined to bring a lonely star with him?

She did not believe in fate!

If the Heavenly Dao of the ten thousand realms really insisted on Gu Qingcheng, then she would defy the heavens and let everything die with her!

Her hands were twisted too tightly, to the point that when her swollen eyes finally calmed down, all she could hear was the sound of blood dripping down from her palms into the sea. It was so light, yet it was so heavy, countless white bones were revealed, and many ghosts had died here for the sake of a chance to show their faces. Gu Hua Wei did not know, but she knew that she finally understood one thing.

My life belongs to me and not the heavens. If the heavens destroy me, I will overturn the heavens!

Finally, she broke through the barrier to the late Foundation Establishment stage. The late Foundation Establishment stage, the spiritual energy was like a tidal wave rushing through her four limbs, but this result didn't make Gu Hua happy. She still hated herself for being weak.

She remembered that on the Crescent Peak, Di Shang had given her a secret scripture, in which he had asked her what she wanted the most.

She had answered the same thing as she had answered when she lost her memory in the dark — that she wanted to live.

At that time, she had felt that living was an extremely difficult task, and her wish had always been so simple, hoping that she could live. But now, what was the use of living? What should come will eventually come. What should be lost must be completely lost.

Living was no longer enough to satisfy her.

Gu Hua wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes and laughed silently. Since she couldn't live a good life, then let's suffer together!

All of this, there had to be someone who paid the bill for her, right?!

Countless blood-red flowers bloomed coldly on top of the pile of bones. Those flowers were indescribably beautiful, and Gu Hua silently watched them bloom. They were like dust in the world, and finally arrived at their destination.

Anin, is there one of them for you, my inner demon?

In the endless sea of blood, it turned into a beautiful flower, blooming beautifully.

The black vortex that was approaching late finally arrived in front of Gu Hua Wei. Gu Hua's fingers were trembling slightly and she finally stomped on it without looking back.

The black vortex buried her tightly, concealing the traces of her presence in the blood.

A blood-colored afterimage appeared where she had been standing. It was an enchanting face and there was a bloody flame pattern on the center of her brows. Her faint eyes were like flowers on a pile of white bones, eroding and gorgeous.

A black ghost shadow broke through the horizon. The iron chain in his hand made a light sound in the blood colored light. The afterimage was slightly startled as it faced the black ghost shadow.

Spiritshadow was expressionless as a puppet, tightly wrapping himself around her. He did not dodge the afterimage, but the corner of his mouth had a slight smile to it.

In the depths of the ocean, a clear voice came from an unknown place. It was captivating, "The soul returns, the soul returns. Don't forget the other shore, there's only an immortal …"

The snowflakes of the first night finally landed on the verdant trees as planned. The moonlight was bright and clear, and the silver radiance was like mist, covering all traces of existence. The unknown flowers bloomed in the forest, bathed in snow. The faint fragrance was indescribably cool and fragrant in the snowy night.

A youth in white clothes hurried over from afar. His eyes were ice-cold and his brows were tightly knitted. Clearly, something bad had happened.

The leader of the youngsters had beautiful golden silk clouds embroidered on his sleeves. He waved his wide sleeves, and the youngsters behind him scattered as they headed deeper into the forest.

The youth leading the group had delicate features and an imposing manner. He directly dashed into the forest. His spotlessly white robes were covered by the deep snow, and he seemed to have disappeared in an instant.

A purplish-white figure stood indifferently at the spot where he had once stood, staring at the seemingly treeless snow. Frost gently sprinkled down from her brows, and she extended her hand to catch it. Her palm felt cool.

The purple-white silhouette only paused for a split-second before disappearing into the forest. No one had seen her steps before, it was as if she was caught by the wind.

When he realized that no one was following him, he sent out a surge of spiritual energy towards a large tree to the side. The few towering green trees moved as they all scattered, and the youth walked forward, using his hand to stroke the long white flower. A cave that was as tall as a person appeared in front of him.

He took another look behind him and was relieved when he realized there was no one there. He leaned into the cave and the trees behind him returned to their original position. Snowflakes fell quietly.

The purple-white figure silently gazed at those trees, a cold smile on his lips. He slowly walked out and stretched out his hand to touch those trees, revealing the peach blossoms in the corner of his eyes.

When the white-robed youth entered the cave and saw the beautiful girl leaning on the bed alone, his heart ached. He walked forward and embraced the pale-faced girl and said, "Qingcheng, it's all my fault. You were injured."

The devastatingly beautiful young girl pretended to only just wake up, and rested her head on the young man's shoulder, which was already not weak at all. The tears at the corner of her eyes were moving, "Yuhan, don't say it like that, I am willing to do it … "For you, I am willing to do anything …"

The cherry like little mouth spat out words that were pleasant to listen to. Even someone with a heart of stone would become soft on his fingers, let alone a young man who had just opened his heart.

Yu Han felt even more guilty. Yesterday, if he hadn't found a stalk of thousand year Golden Spirit Grass, he wouldn't have gotten chased by the Blue Wind Sect. He had even implicated Qingcheng to block a palm strike for him, and had yet to recover.

"Qingcheng, don't worry. I'll definitely find a medicinal herb to heal you." Yu Han secretly clenched his fists. All of this would eventually be caused by him being too weak. No matter what, he had to avenge the young girl!

Gu Qingcheng's eyes lit up, before turning dark, "Yuhan, I believe that you will always be by my side, right?"

The young girl's words were too gentle, no one bothered to think about the depth of her words. Yu Han looked at her pitiful and pitiful appearance, afraid of being abandoned, and he did not hide the pity in his heart. He promised his without hesitation, "As long as you are willing, I will always be by your side."

"Yuhan!" The young girl cried with joy and threw herself into his embrace, her chest rubbing against his chest. Her voice was gentle like an oriole, "I knew you wouldn't abandon me …"

His words were completely moved. The young man with surging emotions had lost most of his attention to the softness on his chest, so he naturally didn't notice the girl in his arms proudly smiling. Where was the slightest weakness?

Not far from the cave, a purplish-white figure stood there in darkness. It was as cold as ice and snow that had never melted.