Chapter 228: Master did not have his soul fly away and scatter!

Lin Qingyue explained: "He forcibly mobilized his Origin Power, overdrawing even more than I did, so the damage is naturally more severe. However, he should be waking up soon."

"That's good, that's good!" Lao Gui nodded in relief, and asked again, "Miss Lin, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? The meals in the kitchen have been prepared, but I didn't dare to disturb your healing, so I didn't send food in."

"No need," Lin Qingyue lowered her eyes to look at Dongfang Qi, who was still sleeping on the couch, and her eyes couldn't help but soften.

"Lao Gui, does your Dream Soul Floating Light have a way to glimpse the experiences of a past life?"

Lao Gui thought for a while and said: "Generally speaking, it's not possible. Past events have long since become clouds and smoke and cannot be traced. However, Young Master Dongfang Qi was not an ordinary person in his past life, and the bond must be very deep. It's worth a try, but I can't guarantee it will definitely succeed."

Lin Qingyue said: "Then let's try."

Regarding the past life, regarding A Zhuo's reincarnation, Lin Qingyue's heart was filled with too many questions.

At this moment, taking advantage of Dongfang Qi's coma and his subconscious defenses being relaxed, Lao Gui wove the Dream Soul Floating Light and retreated.

Lin Qingyue looked at Dongfang Qi and murmured gently: "Dongfang Qi, you must also be curious about your past life, right? Then, relax your state of mind, let me walk into your dream again and see the you of the past life."

Dongfang Qi's brows trembled slightly, seemingly responding to her words.

The Dream Soul Floating Light was like stars, floating in the room, floating into Dongfang Qi's dream.

Lin Qingyue's eyes were suddenly surrounded by a vast expanse of white clouds and mist.

In the haziness, she couldn't see the scenery around her, nor could she see anyone, only knowing she had entered his dream. But why were there so many clouds and mist in his dream?

Just as she was puzzled, noisy sounds suddenly came:

"Burn him to death, burn this traitor who betrayed the Immortal Cultivation World to death!"

"Hmph, a lowly ant that crawled out of the Human World. It was only out of consideration for his cultivation talent that I allowed him to be an instructor at Yun Gong. To think he is ungrateful and even harbors delusions of shaking the foundation upon which we subvert the Immortal Cultivation World—he truly deserves to die!"

"Hurry up and execute him, burn him to death! From now on, ants from the Human World are absolutely forbidden to step into the Immortal Cultivation World! Lest we let the wolf into the house again!"

"..."

Following the curses, the clouds and mist before Lin Qingyue's eyes suddenly dissipated, and the sky full of firelight and choking thick smoke rushed toward her. In the firelight, Immortal Zhuohua in white was bound, looking at her with eyes full of sadness.

"Master!"

Lin Qingyue subconsciously wanted to rush over, but the dream was like an invisible barrier; no matter how she struggled and tried, she couldn't touch the flames at all. She could only stand stiffly in place, watching the past tragedy burn before her eyes.

Just like back then.

Amidst the curses and mockery of those hypocrites, Lin Qingyue watched helplessly as Master's white clothes curled into black ashes in the firelight.

That handsome, peerless, and gently smiling face was also swallowed by the tongues of fire, becoming... charred remains.

Just as the Red Lotus Karmic Fire surged to its fiercest point, a wisp of seven-colored light actually broke free from the heart of the fire, like a meteor streaking toward the horizon.

That moment was too fast, even the hypocrites supervising the execution didn't notice.

Qingyue back then rushed over in anxiety, was scorched unconscious by the heat wave of the karmic fire, and was then taken away by her father. So she didn't see the strangeness that happened later.

Lin Qingyue at this moment clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, enduring the heart-wrenching pain to see clearly.

That was... Master's soul?

Under the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, the soul should not exist.

Why could Master's soul escape?

What made her even more puzzled was, she was clearly standing in Dongfang Qi's dream, why could she see the Master of back then?

Lin Qingyue instinctively wanted to chase that wisp of soul light, but that wisp of soul was as fast as a meteor, melting into the horizon in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a remnant shadow. She stood stiffly in place, her heart pounding.

Master did not have his soul fly away and scatter! Did that mean there was still a glimmer of hope?

The light and shadow around her changed suddenly, and the flames and thick smoke faded into flowing clouds. In the blink of an eye, she found that she had changed into black dragon-patterned imperial robes, standing at the pinnacle of Yun Gong.

At this moment, she had fallen into a demon, holding the power of the world, deciding life and death, and dominating the situation.

She washed the Immortal Cultivation World in blood with extremely cruel means, reshaped the rules of the entire Immortal Cultivation World, and the sins were like maggots on the bone, hard to remove.

When her baleful energy flared, her eyes would turn blood-red, and she could not restrain her desire to kill. She even struck down her own biological father with her sword, blood splattering onto her skirt.

The demon barrier of killing her father took root from then on, gnawing at her sanity every night, trying to drag her into a deeper abyss.

Until later, she met A Zhuo.

A Zhuo looked exactly like Master, and even his temperament was exactly the same.

Every time she was brutal and wanted to kill someone, as long as she saw A Zhuo, the volcano of brutality in her heart would slowly extinguish.

She always couldn't help but bury herself in his arms, smelling the osmanthus fragrance on his collar, like a lonely boat lost in the wind and waves finally finding a calm harbor.

When the headache flared up, it felt like thousands of needles were stirring in her brain, so painful she wanted to smash her skull.

But as long as A Zhuo's fingertips pressed on her temples, the cool touch spread over her skin, and the pain receded like a receding tide. Later, even the number of flare-ups decreased.

A Zhuo was a good medicine to soothe her soul, the only light in the abyss, and the sheath that could contain her sharpness.

So, in those ten-plus years of day and night together, she also fell in love, inevitably falling in love with A Zhuo.

In order to let him have a good ending, in order not to let him be stained with sin, she cruelly drove him away from her side.

However...

At this moment, the scene appearing before her eyes was the scene of Lin Qingyue of the past life clearing out the people of Yun Gong and then lighting the Red Lotus Karmic Fire to burn herself to death. It was also the last scene before she died in her past life.

She was still wearing black woven-gold imperial robes, and under the beaded crown, her cold gaze swept across the window, passing through the thin clouds and mist, looking disdainfully at the dense rebel army below.

Those cowardly rats, those mobs, clearly had already attacked under Yun Gong, clearly knew that there were no soldiers left in Yun Gong, yet they still didn't dare to take another step forward.

The enchanting firelight reflected on the Empress's cheeks, beautiful and tragic: "Pity, this seat has demonic energy in her body, otherwise..."

The tongues of fire rolled onto her skirt, and the heat wave scorched her skin, it was very painful. But she didn't even frown, just smiling.

She smiled and tears flowed out: "It's really painful, Master..."

"Master, you once taught your disciple to be kind and eliminate demons and defend the Dao. But the disciple has become the biggest demon in this world, full of sin, I'm afraid there is no place for the disciple even in hell."

"Master... if you were still alive, I'm afraid you wouldn't even want to recognize me as your disciple, right?"

"Hahaha... It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! If there is no place for this seat in the human world or hell, then this seat will have her soul fly away and scatter, and never look at this human world again!"

She opened her arms, closed her eyes, and let the fire swallow her body, calmly accepting her final fate.

"Your Majesty!"

A familiar call startled her eyes open.

She saw that fluttering white figure, crossing the heavy sea of fire, rushing toward her without hesitation... ===== CHAPTER 229 =====