Chapter 557: then translation of chapter title

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I fell from the vortex, and an altar suddenly appeared before my eyes—an altar wrapped in countless iron thorns, with Yao Yirong bound upon it.

Translation: I fell from the vortex, and an altar suddenly appeared before me—an altar wrapped in countless iron thorns, with Yao Yirong bound upon it.

I fell from the vortex, and an altar suddenly appeared before my eyes—an altar wrapped in countless iron thorns, with Yao Yirong bound upon it.

We'll produce: I fell from the vortex, and an altar suddenly appeared before me—an altar wrapped in countless iron thorns, with Yao Yirong bound upon it.

Make sure to use Yao Yirong.

Flags were planted around the altar according to the twelve earthly branches, and countless resentful spirits poured into Yao Yirong's nose, ears, and seven orifices. As I struggled to rise, a strange qi instantly filled the space—evil and bloody, sending chills through me as if I stood in a raging sea of blood.

Translation: Around the altar, flags were planted according to the twelve earthly branches; countless resentful spirits entered through Yao Yirong's nose, ears, and seven orifices, and just as I struggled to rise, a strange qi instantly permeated the whole space. This qi was evil and bloody, making me shiver as if I were in a raging sea of blood.

We'll output: Around the altar, flags were planted according to the twelve earthly branches; countless resentful spirits entered through Yao Yirong's nose, ears, and seven orifices, and just as I struggled to rise, a strange qi instantly permeated the whole space. This qi was evil and bloody, making me shiver as if I were in a raging sea of blood.

From the moment I struggled to rise, the heavens and earth trembled; Yao Yirong slowly lifted her head, and the wails of resentful spirits rose in the air—like submission, yet also like worship. At that moment, Yao Yirong was utterly transformed: her appearance was eerily alluring, and her eyes glowed with an evil red light.

Translation: From the moment I struggled to rise, the heavens and earth trembled; Yao Yirong slowly lifted her head, and the wails of resentful spirits rose in the air, like submission yet also like worship. At that moment, Yao Yirong utterly transformed—her aspect was so alluringly wicked, her eyes flashing with an evil red light.

We'll output: From the moment I struggled to rise, the heavens and earth trembled; Yao Yirong slowly lifted her head, and the wails of resentful spirits rose in the air, like submission yet also like worship. At that moment, Yao Yirong utterly transformed—her aspect was so alluringly wicked, her eyes flashing with an evil red light.

Yuan Yang stood on the altar, looking down at me, gazing at the alluring Yao Yirong. His eyes burned with fervor and excitement as he laughed loudly to the heavens without cease.

Translation: Yuan Yang stood on the altar, looking down at me and gazing at the alluring Yao Yirong; his eyes revealed fervor and excitement as he laughed loudly to the heavens without cease.

Yuan Yang stood on the altar, looking down at me, gazing at the alluring Yao Yirong. His eyes burned with fervor and excitement as he laughed loudly to the heavens without cease.

We'll output: Yuan Yang stood on the altar, looking down at me and gazing at the alluring Yao Yirong; his eyes revealed fervor and excitement as he laughed loudly to the heavens without cease.

"Kid, you're no match for that thing. Hand over your body entirely to me, or you won't be able to kill him." Bai Qi's voice rang in my mind.

Translation: "Kid, you're no match for that thing; give me your body completely, or you won't be able to kill him." Bai Qi's voice echoed in my mind.

"Kid, you're no match for that thing. Hand over your body entirely to me, or you won't be able to kill him." Bai Qi's voice rang in my mind.

We'll output: "Kid, you're no match for that thing; give me your body completely, or you won't be able to kill him." Bai Qi's voice echoed in my mind.

This was my last resort in a desperate plight: if I couldn't match Yuan Yang's strength, I would take this final gamble—preferring to destroy my own spirit, I would surrender my body to Bai Qi so he could kill Yuan Yang for me.

Translation: This was my final resolve in a desperate situation: if I could not match Yuan Yang in strength, I would take this last risky move—preferring to destroy my own spirit rather than surrender my body to Bai Qi, so that Bai Qi could slay Yuan Yang for me.

We'll output: This was my final resolve in a desperate situation: if I could not match Yuan Yang in strength, I would take this last risky move—preferring to destroy my own spirit rather than surrender my body to Bai Qi, so that Bai Qi could slay Yuan Yang for me.

But could I really give my body entirely to Bai Qi and kill the demon‑possessed Yao Yirong? No, I couldn't do that—I would try to awaken Yao Yirong instead.

Translation: But could I really hand over my body completely to Bai Qi and kill the demon-possessed Yao Yirong? No, I couldn't do that; I would try to awaken Yao Yirong instead.

But could I really give my body entirely to Bai Qi and kill the demon‑possessed Yao Yirong? No, I couldn't do that—I would try to awaken Yao Yirong instead.

We'll output: But could I really hand over my body completely to Bai Qi and kill the demon-possessed Yao Yirong? No, I couldn't do that; I would try to awaken Yao Yirong instead.

Yuan Yang on the altar seemed to have spotted me, holding the twelve gold plaques as he stepped down toward me, his mouth betraying his arrogance and delight.

Translation: Yuan Yang on the altar seemed to notice me, holding those twelve gold plaques as he stepped down toward me, his mouth unable to conceal his arrogance and delight.

Yuan Yang on the altar seemed to have spotted me, holding the twelve gold plaques as he stepped down toward me, his mouth betraying his arrogance and delight.

We'll output: Yuan Yang on the altar seemed to notice me, holding those twelve gold plaques as he stepped down toward me, his mouth unable to conceal his arrogance and delight.

"The Nine Heavens Maiden is complete, and the ancient immortal of the Seven Stars Cave Heaven—just wait for me to grind your bones and scatter your ashes." He laughed arrogantly to the heavens: "I'll destroy you, locate my Zhao clan founder's treasure using the map, and who in this world could stop me?"

Translation: "The Nine Heavens Maiden has been perfected, the ancient immortal of the Seven Stars Cave Heaven—just wait for me to grind your bones and scatter your ashes." He laughed arrogantly to the heavens: "I'll eliminate you, then, guided by the map, find the treasure of my Zhao clan's founder—who in this world could stop me?"

We'll output: "The Nine Heavens Maiden has been perfected, the ancient immortal of the Seven Stars Cave Heaven—just wait for me to grind your bones and scatter your ashes." He laughed arrogantly to the heavens: "I'll eliminate you, then, guided by the map, find the treasure of my Zhao clan's founder—who in this world could stop me?"

It turns out the Nine Heavens Maiden was revived to deal with that old man of the Seven Stars Cave Heaven.

Translation: It turns out the Nine Heavens Maiden was revived to deal with that old man of the Seven Stars Cave Heaven!

It turns out the Nine Heavens Maiden was revived to deal with that old man of the Seven Stars Cave Heaven.

We'll output: It turns out the Nine Heavens Maiden was revived to deal with that old man of the Seven Stars Cave Heaven!

"Go… kill him for me," Yuan Yang said, pointing at me and ordering Yao Yirong on the altar.

Translation: "Go... kill him for me," Yuan Yang pointed at me and commanded Yao Yirong on the altar.

"Go… kill him for me," Yuan Yang said, pointing at me and ordering Yao Yirong on the altar.

We'll output: "Go... kill him for me," Yuan Yang pointed at me and commanded Yao Yirong on the altar.

"Yao Yirong is me—I am Hai Sheng…" I tried with all my remaining strength to awaken her, but before I could finish speaking I fell silent, and even Yuan Yang was stunned.

Translation: "Yao Yirong is me, I am Hai Sheng..." I tried with all my remaining strength to awaken Yao Yirong. But before I could finish speaking, I stopped short—including Yuan Yang himself, everyone was stunned.

"Yao Yirong is me—I am Hai Sheng…" I tried with all my remaining strength to awaken her, but before I could finish speaking I fell silent, and even Yuan Yang was stunned.

We'll output: "Yao Yirong is me, I am Hai Sheng..." I tried with all my remaining strength to awaken Yao Yirong. But before I could finish speaking, I stopped short—including Yuan Yang himself, everyone was stunned.

In her red robes, Yao Yirong's hand held a still‑beating heart. Yuan Yang lowered his head, unable to believe he was looking at his own heart, that huge void.

Translation: In her red robes, Yao Yirong's hand held a still-beating heart. Yuan Yang lowered his head, incredulous at seeing his own heart, that great hollow.

In her red robes, Yao Yirong's hand held a still‑beating heart. Yuan Yang lowered his head, unable to believe he was looking at his own heart, that huge void.

We'll output: In her red robes, Yao Yirong's hand held a still-beating heart. Yuan Yang lowered his head, incredulous at seeing his own heart, that great hollow.

"You think you can command me? You've overestimated yourself," Yao Yirong's cold voice reached Yuan Yang's ears. He stared wide‑eyed, unwilling to collapse to the ground. The gold plaques scattered in all directions as he fell; the fallen Yuan Yang struggled to pick them up, but before his hand could touch them he breathed his last.

Translation: "You think you can command me? You've overestimated yourself." Yao Yirong's cold voice reached Yuan Yang's ears, and he stared wide-eyed, collapsing unwillingly to the ground. The gold plaques scattered in all directions the moment he fell; the fallen Yuan Yang struggled to pick them up, but before his hand could touch them, he breathed his last.

We'll output: "You think you can command me? You've overestimated yourself." Yao Yirong's cold voice reached Yuan Yang's ears, and he stared wide-eyed, collapsing unwillingly to the ground. The gold plaques scattered in all directions the moment he fell; the fallen Yuan Yang struggled to pick them up, but before his hand could touch them, he breathed his last.

As a descendant of the Song imperial clan, he never relinquished the obsession in his heart. That illusory glory brought about his own downfall.

Translation: As a descendant of the Song imperial clan, he never let go of his obsession; that illusory glory, he brought about his own downfall.

As a descendant of the Song imperial clan, he never relinquished the obsession in his heart. That illusory glory brought about his own downfall.

We'll output: As a descendant of the Song imperial clan, he never let go of his obsession; that illusory glory, he brought about his own downfall.

Yao Yirong approached me coldly, surrounded by a sky‑high tide of vengeful ghosts baring fangs and claws, their mouths full of fangs.

Translation: Yao Yirong came toward me coldly, surrounded by a sky‑high tide of vengeful ghosts, baring fangs and claws, their mouths full of fangs.

Yao Yirong approached me coldly, surrounded by a sky‑high tide of vengeful ghosts baring fangs and claws, their mouths full of fangs.

We'll output: Yao Yirong came toward me coldly, surrounded by a sky‑high tide of vengeful ghosts, baring fangs and claws, their mouths full of fangs.

"Yirong, it's me, I am Hai Sheng!" I trembled, step by step walked towards him. Bai Qi's voice kept echoing in my mind, urging me to give my body to him. And I, just sighed, glanced at the knife in my hand, closed my eyes and threw this large knife down the mountain; Bai Qi's soul instantly returned to that blade, leaving me.

And my blood throughout my body began to boil, yet my body was extremely weak. I know this is the aftereffect Bai Qi left me. I cannot last long; even if no one kills me, my body will crack like a collapsing wall.

Gazing at Yirong slowly approaching, my heart was filled with a tangled mix of emotions.

Should I kill Yirong? She has now become a bloodthirsty Nine Heavens Maiden. I am a Daoist; I ought to subdue demons and eliminate evil. But besides being a Daoist, am I not merely a mortal?

I have the seven emotions and six desires, and also my own obsessions. My master once said, life is like the rise and fall of yin and yang; the heart of a Daoist instructed by the Dharma is forged through countless trials, able to see through the seven emotions and six desires, finally letting go gradually, learning to be tranquil.

I am foolish, stuck at the pass of emotion; from then on the Great Dao drifted away from me, and in this life I can advance no further. I am a failure on the path of seeking the Dao.

But I am a mortal, a man; should I not protect my beloved? Chen Zheng once went mad, willing to make mistake after mistake for Dong Yumin.

He once told Dong Yumin: "If you are a good person, I will accompany you in being good. If one day you want to kill, I will rush to the front, clearing all obstacles for you. Your downfall is because I failed to watch over you. If you pick up a gun, the one rushing ahead must be me. If a man lets the woman he loves deeply pick up knives and guns and rush ahead, that only shows I am cowardly and useless."

I am not Chen Zheng; I cannot be as carefree and unrestrained as he is. Seeing you go mad, I cannot rush to the front to accompany you in your madness. Likewise, I cannot lift the long sword in my hand, let alone thrust it toward your heart.

"Yirong, do you still remember? I am Hai Sheng, the lonely oddball. Three years ago, at school, you often spat at him and despised that lonely oddball." I smiled, doing my best to show my best side before her.

She still approached me expressionlessly, her face filled with icy blood-light, looking at me as if I were prey. Yet I had never felt fear, walking toward her slowly.

I know I might die. But facing the one I love, I cannot bring myself to strike. I am cowardly, hesitant and indecisive, lacking the ruthlessness needed to achieve great deeds. I would rather be killed by you than raise the knife in my hand against you. I even give myself a self-justifying excuse. Even if I died, there would still be Pangzi and that old man of the Seven Stars Cave Heaven; they would not watch Yirong wreak havoc upon the world.

With a puff sound, without any hesitation, Yirong's hand pierced through my heart; in her hand there was a crimson heart. At the moment I collapsed, I saw upon my beating heart a crystalline thing.

It was a woman, tears streaming down. She burst into a smile that made all flowers lose their color, and said to me, "You are a good person." She silently let that tear fall. The tear slid down, dropped to the ground, evaporated in the air. Yet at the same time, it also dripped onto my heart.

I wanted to raise my hand to touch Yirong's skirt, but she was too far away for me to reach; a cold, desolate wind swept across the fierce battlefield, as if mourning for me.

The wind blew past the wind chime on my wrist, the wind chime rang with a clear, pleasant sound. This was given to me by Yirong when she was in Aomen; she personally put this wind chime on me.

Yirong's figure froze; the departing she turned in surprise, crouched down, and listened intently to the sound of the wind chime.

A surge of hope rose in my chest; I gasped weakly and said, "Do you still remember? This is what you gave me on my birthday!"

I saw a flicker of struggle cross her brow, and, struggling with my weak body, I told her many things from the past, every scene that had ever happened.

"Do you remember? Before, you took the love letter my brother gave you and read it aloud in front of all our classmates. I then grabbed the cleaning trash can, filled a basin of water, and poured it over your whole body."

"Do you remember? The first time I broke into your room, my pants were torn by a metal hook; you thought I had offended you and punched my nose until it collapsed."

"If I could be sent back to the past, even just a week earlier would be fine." I grabbed her skirt, tears welling up, and said, "I will definitely promise your brother that I will definitely marry you."

"Ah..." Yirong suddenly kicked me away, grabbed her skull, face ferocious as she let out a long howl to the heavens; and the moment she opened her mouth, countless resentful spirits spewed from her mouth.

They seemed to be the souls of children—some I knew, the children of Tongyuan Bay; others I had never seen, but as they danced in flight, their resentment seemed to slowly dissipate from their bodies.

Finally I saw Murong Jiaja; my vision began to blur, I saw Murong Jiaja walk out from Yirong's body, she smiled at me, still as beautiful as ever, she raised her hand to say goodbye to me, slowly vanishing between heaven and earth.

At the final moment of my life, I finally saw Yirong return to normal. However, I am always a Monday-morning quarterback, only coming to my senses after events have passed, only then regretting it too much. Just like now, Yirong has returned to normal, but I don't even have time to say a word to him.

I closed my eyes, began to enjoy death; suddenly, a force spread through my body, and Bai Qi's voice echoed in my mind.

Kid, buy time—you threw away the knife I was possessing; I can't hold on much longer, spit out whatever nonsense you have, quick.

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