Chapter 532: Departure

Jiang Yunchu woke up; her spiritual power all over her body felt like she could overlook all mountains as small, yet she had no excited expression, nor any joy.

She stood dazed, saying nothing.

"Yun chu, are you alright?" Lao Liu hugged her shoulders.

Jiang Yunchu nodded; after waking, she no longer cried, but her eyes were filled with a mournful aura.

"The old man's soul and spiritual roots are in these two trees, Yun chu; Mister will always be with you." Lao Liu brought out the two trees; on one tree's leaves, a gray light shimmered—that was the soul.

On the other tree was a bright green, the spiritual power.

That familiar aura…

Jiang Yunchu lightly touched the leaves with her finger; the leaves seemed to tremble, responding to her.

She stood up and directly stored the two trees into her own space.

"We, break out."

"Yes!"

At Jiang Yunchu's command, everyone clasped their fists.

This time, they were no longer thirteen individuals but a single entity.

Mister used his own life to pave a path of departure for them.

"Kill!" Jiang Yunchu's eyes seemed red; on this chaotic battlefield, she kept charging, slashing again and again.

One by one, souls filled with killing intent were scattered by her repeated charges.

The twelve people behind watched her fearless forward figure; Lao Er was about to speak, but Lao Liu held him back.

"Let her vent."

"She needs to vent; this place, she needs to carve her own way out." Lao Liu understood her well, knowing she was a deeply emotional person.

It was also because she was deeply emotional that he opened his heart, became her friend, and was willing to die for her.

At this moment, Mister's death, to her, she blamed herself, felt guilty, needed to vent, otherwise she would go mad.

In this chaotic battlefield, at some point, light began to seep in.

At first, no one noticed.

But later, as the souls dwindled bit by bit, the gloom kept spreading, the light could no longer be blocked, and it started to come through.

"Light!"

The twelve raised their heads, looking at the sunlight, their eyes brimming with tears.

Jiang Yunchu seemed not to see; her eyes held only killing, nothing but killing.

Her eyes were already blood-red, her whole body exuding a frenzied aura.

Lao Liu stepped forward, wanting to knock her unconscious.

But…

She seemed to sense something, turned, and pointed her long sword at Lao Liu's throat.

"Thirteen!"

"Lao Liu!"

The terrifying part was, Lao Liu had dispelled all his spiritual power; at this moment he looked at Jiang Yunchu and softly said, "Yun chu, it's me."

Jiang Yunchu's eyes were completely blood-red; everything before her seemed shrouded in a blood-colored mist.

Xiao Xuantian was in the ring, anxiously spinning, but because it had signed a master-servant contract with Yun chu, without her consent it could not come out.

"Yun chu, I am Sixth Older Sister." After she spoke, the eleven people behind her all collectively froze.

"At this life-and-death moment, do you still care about Lao Liu's gender?" Lao Er's face was full of anxiety; Xiao Shisan's state seemed controlled by killing intent, or rather, she voluntarily submitted to it.

If Xiao Shisan were to act, Lao Liu would have no defense.

Then…

She dared not think what would happen afterward.

"Yun chu, I am your sixth child, you forgot?"

Those blood-red pupils flickered slightly, the blood color still pervasive.

But Jiang Yunchu slowly lowered the Crimson Sky, her long sword slipping from her hand as she half-knelt on the ground, clutching her head; the intense pain made her groan in anguish.

"Yun chu, I am here."

"Yun chu, your mother awaits your rescue."

"Yun chu, do you still remember your son Ning Hanmo? Your daughter Ning Yue Xue? They are waiting for you to return."

"Yun chu, do you still remember Ning Chengyan?"

One question after another, one familiar name after another, plus that familiar voice, continually stimulating Jiang Yunchu's divine sense.

The blood color remained, yet her gaze was no longer numb, her voice hoarse, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"Liu er…"

That hoarse voice, as if it hadn't spoken in a very long time.

"I am here, Yun chu, I am here!" Liu er still held her, letting her feel the familiar aura, letting her know she was not alone.

"Liu er."

She softly called, and the eleven people behind her suddenly closed their eyes, for at some point sunlight had pierced the thick clouds, shining upon this barren land; each soul that feared the sunlight, under its light, left behind a mournful sound.

When sunlight bathed the Lost Land, the Lost Land would completely vanish.

An ancient voice echoed in Jiang Yunchu's mind…

This place abandoned by all, this place filled with innocence and sin, suddenly trembled.

"Run fast." Jiang Yunchu shouted quickly, then led the twelve people toward the sunlit place, sprinting.

The world behind faded bit by bit…

"Over there..." the eldest pointed in a direction, for there birds sang and flowers scented, over there everything was green, a place bathed in sunlight.

A group ran desperately; as they stepped onto the meadow, a rumbling behind grew louder and louder.

Then, a stretch of ashes...

Collapsed...

That half of the sky just collapsed like that.

That lost land is gone forever.

They looked at that place; every face bore a sorrowful expression.

Because that old man will never return.

"Let's go, the temple will notice the movement here and send people to investigate." Old Six looked at Jiang Yunchu, "Sir, your soul and spiritual power have already been infused into the two trees; they will remain there."

Jiang Yunchu nodded, glanced at the people beside him, and said, "Withdraw."

"We've been away too long; we need to gather news." Twelve's eyes narrowed slightly.

Old Two thought for a moment, then looked at Old Six, "I'm afraid you need to give everyone a disguise."

Over these years they have changed, but it's inevitable they'll be recognized; then they might invite pursuit.

They are few in number; they need to overthrow the temple and must act covertly.

"Leave it to me." Old Six nodded.

A group of thirteen did not linger in nearby towns but went straight through the great forest into a border town.

"Twelve monsters? Good heavens, you don't know, they've gone mad with killing, gone mad with killing." A squad member's eyes were full of excitement.

Twelve?

Monsters?

Jiang Yunchu suddenly lifted his head, walked toward the person who had just spoken, and said, "Sir, you just mentioned the Twelve Monsters—who are they?"

Her face, altered by Old Six, had lost its former beauty, now bearing only a touch of the modest charm of a lovely maiden, looking like a proper, well-behaved woman.