Chapter 2047: The Obsession of Dongfang Aoyue, an Unspeakable Past

If Li Wushuang knew, this was Jun Xiaoyao playing tricks behind the scenes.

He would probably be so angry that blood would spurt from his seven orifices, and his soul would ascend to heaven.

How many times has Li Wushuang been tricked like this?

He probably doesn't even want to recall it himself.

Looking at Li Wushuang, who had severed his Primordial Spirit and was already pitiful enough.

Jun Xiaoyao knew that this was equivalent to weakening another layer of Li Wushuang's fortune.

If he wanted to rise again, it would be even harder than climbing to heaven.

But Jun Xiaoyao had no intention of directly trapping Li Wushuang in this Seven Sins Illusion Realm.

That would be too much of a waste.

He still wanted to see what he could gain from Li Wushuang later.

Naturally, he couldn't let him die here.

"Keep the leeks to harvest slowly, don't dig up the roots directly."

Jun Xiaoyao just wanted to use Li Wushuang to get a little more familiar with the Seven Sins Seeds.

Now that his goal was achieved, Jun Xiaoyao didn't take any further action.

He turned and left.

He ignored Li Wushuang, who had severed his Primordial Spirit and was suffering in pain.

After severing the Primordial Spirit, Li Wushuang's Primordial Spirit cultivation would obviously be greatly affected.

It would even have a significant negative impact on his cultivation path.

But this was no longer something Jun Xiaoyao cared about.

He prepared to directly pass through the Seven Sins Illusion Realm and enter the deepest part of the Seven Absolutes Region.

Not long after that.

Jun Xiaoyao sensed another familiar aura.

His pupils revealed a strange color as he headed toward the source of that aura.

Meanwhile, in another place within the Seven Sins Illusion Realm.

Dressed in a purple robe, the peerlessly beautiful Dongfang Aoyue was also undergoing trials.

The Seven Sins Illusion Realm has a greater effect on those with obsessions.

Just like Li Wushuang, who harbors a great obsession over being struck to death by the Dao Emperor's palm.

This is his heart-knot.

And Dongfang Aoyue has always had an obsession, a heart-knot.

At this moment, Dongfang Aoyue, trapped in the Seven Sins Illusion Realm, saw the scene before her change.

This is a young lady's boudoir.

Warm incense candles, red gauze canopy.

Looking at it, it gives a feeling of warmth.

On the bed.

Laying a gentle beauty.

She is very beautiful, her painted eyebrows and eyes looking somewhat similar to Dongfang Aoyue's.

But at this moment, this gentle beauty's face is as pale as paper, almost devoid of any color.

Suddenly, on this gentle beauty's pale face, a sickly flush appeared.

Beneath her skin, strange black blood lines were spreading.

It seemed like a toxin, eroding the beauty's life.

"Cough..."

The gentle beauty spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, as if she had coughed up her heart and lungs.

And before this gentle beauty's bed, there was a little girl.

The little girl was exquisitely carved like jade and polished like ice, her black hair like ink, very lovely and charming.

Like a spirit of the mortal world.

But at this moment, seeing the gentle beauty vomit blood, the little girl had tears in her eyes and whispered.

"Mother, you vomited blood again, I'll call Elder Sister Xiao to get medicine..."

"No, don't trouble Xiao, no medicine will help anymore."

The gentle beauty extended her jade hand, holding the little girl's hand.

The little girl's hand tightly gripped back the gentle beauty's hand, tears sliding down her cheeks, speaking with a sobbing tone.

"It won't happen, Mother won't die, Mother still wants to accompany Aoyue, always and always!"

This little girl was none other than Dongfang Aoyue as a child!

"Little Aoyue..."

This gentle beauty was naturally Dongfang Aoyue's mother.

Her gaze carried affection and reluctance, as she used her hand to stroke Dongfang Aoyue's little head.

But she was too weak, even the strength of her stroking was so light, like falling feathers.

"Little Aoyue, even if only you remain in the future, you must be strong, understand?"

"Mother..."

Little Aoyue bit her lip, her big eyes red, crystal tears continuously sliding down.

"I know, Mother, Elder Sister Xiao told me."

"That bad person, it's all because of that bad person, that Mother became like this..."

Xiaoaoyue's pink lips were almost bitten until they bled.

Her big eyes were filled with bone-deep hatred.

It's hard to imagine, a girl so young, her eyes could burst forth with such intense hatred.

"Xiaoaoyue, don't, don't hate anyone, this is Mother's command."

Seeing Xiaoaoyue's big eyes bursting forth with hatred.

Xiaoaoyue's mother's face showed a look of reluctance.

Why must such a young child bear such hatred?

She is truly afraid.

Afraid that Dongfang Xiaoyue, because of this hatred, will have her nature twisted, and in the future walk down a path of no return.

"Why, clearly Mother did nothing wrong, clearly Mother is the one who suffered the deepest injury."

"Why, that bad person, can live so well, having harmed Mother to this extent, and yet not even inquire..."

Xiaoaoyue could not restrain her emotions, and shouted loudly with a sobbing voice.

"Xiaoaoyue, promise Mother, don't think about these things, don't seek revenge, and also don't, hate anyone..."

Xiaoaoyue's mother, seeing Xiaoaoyue like this, showed worry in her eyes.

She is not afraid of death.

She only fears that Dongfang Xiaoyue will spend her whole life bearing the pain and torment of revenge.

"No, I hate, I hate that person for treating Mother like this!"

Xiaoaoyue shouted loudly through tears.

"Xiaoaoyue, listen!"

Xiaoaoyue's mother shouted with all her strength, then began to cough.

"I... I..."

Xiaoaoyue felt wronged.

Why, why did her mother suffer the greatest injury, yet she doesn't even have the right to hate?

Xiaoaoyue bit her lip and ran away directly!

"Xiaoaoyue..."

From behind came Xiaoaoyue's mother's weak voice.

But Xiaoaoyue did not turn back.

And afterward, the scene changed again.

This is a spirit hall.

All the elders of the Dongfang Imperial Clan are present here, dressed in white mourning clothes.

A little girl stands before the spirit hall, her eyes hollow.

It is precisely Xiaoaoyue.

That previous awkward moment.

Unexpectedly, that was her last meeting with her mother.

After that, her mother passed away.

She closed her eyes and died in regret.

"Xiaoaoyue..."

Some elders of the Dongfang Imperial Clan saw Xiaoaoyue, and their eyes all showed worry.

However, unlike the imagined loud weeping.

Xiaoaoyue, expressionless.

Just a pair of big eyes, extremely hollow.

At the time her mother died.

The part of her inner self rich with emotion seemed to have died along with it.

What remains is only coldness, hatred, and...

Revenge!

Seeing that dazed standing, as if having lost her soul, Xiaoaoyue.

The surrounding people of the Dongfang Imperial Clan all sighed inwardly.

Such a young Miss, not only has to bear the pain of losing her mother, but also bear this regret, and moreover bear that kind of hatred.

It can be said, if it were others, they would likely have already broken down mentally, and gone mad.

But Xiaoaoyue did not.

The next moment, the scene changed again.

Inside the spirit hall, only Xiaoaoyue remains.

She kneels before her mother's spirit coffin, for seven days and seven nights, never rising.

That frail figure feels extremely fragile, yet incredibly strong.

Xiaoaoyue did not cry.

From the time her mother passed away, she has been striving to endure, not letting herself cry.

Crying is useless.

Mother said, let her not seek revenge, not hate anyone.

But Xiaoaoyue cannot do it!

Her mother, until death, never wished to harm anyone.

But that villain, the one who caused her mother to suffer so tragically, still lives well, holding high power and authority, looking down upon all beings.

She could not just let it go like this!

Power!

Only by gaining greater strength could she avenge her mother!

A surge of hatred, darkness, and negative emotions brewed in Xiaoyao Yue's heart.

And as this emotion rose.

Dongfang Aoyue, trapped in the Seven Sins Illusion, her Primordial Spirit began to be eroded by the power of the Seven Sins.

Her obsession was too deep.

But, just then...

A white-clad figure walked into the illusion, entered this spirit hall.

Gazing upon the kneeling, frail, small figure on the ground.

He sighed.