A World Worth Protecting

Chapter 1186: — painter Yan

Translator: 549690339

The dark sect might not have fully emerged, but the Dark Dao had reopened, the laws had been re-refined, the rules had been re-established, and the dark punishment had been formed, causing the entire Weiyang DAO domain to tremble. At that moment, in the nine serenities galaxy, at the bottom of the Dark River, which was filled with countless dead souls.., it was different from the turmoil on the dark star, and different from the commotion in the outside world..

The place was filled with grief and madness.

“The waning moon!”

“The waning moon!”

“The waning moon!”

In the tomb of the Dark Emperor, Wang Baole knelt on the spot where his master, Ming Kunzi, had disappeared. He had forgotten the passage of time, and there was only one thought in his mind.

To turn the impossible into a possibility, to reverse time, to allow his master’s soul to reappear.

He didn’t know how many times he had used the waning moon. His face was pale, and the blood in his eyes looked as if they were about to dry up. After a long while, Wang Baole’s body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered a few steps back, he watched as he fought with all his might. The distortion formed by the reversal of Time didn’t contain the shadow of his master’s soul.

Wang Baole fell silent.

He knew, perhaps he knew from the start, that some things couldn’t be reversed by himself. His master’s soul had dissipated, and it was connected to the coffin of the Dark Emperor’s remains. This wasn’t something that the waning moon could affect or change.

“Little Missy, can you help me...”Wang Baole asked in a low voice, bitter and bitter.

“I... Can’t do it. Baole, don’t be sad. Let’s think about it. Is there any other way?”Wang Yiyi, who had not responded to him for a long time, spoke softly. She could sense Wang Baole’s thoughts, however, she really could not do it.

Perhaps Liu Yue could.

......

However... she could sense that her father was no longer in this world.

Can’t do it... Wang Baole mumbled. The sadness in his heart grew stronger. It filled his entire body. After a long while, the distortion formed by the continuously expanding crescent moon before his eyes slowly dissipated. Wang Baole raised his head, he looked up.

Even though the Dark River had drowned everything and blocked his vision, he seemed to be able to see his former senior brother’s figure outside the Dark River. After a long while, Wang Baole silently averted his gaze.

He understood his master’s Choice and his senior brother’s decision. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it. It was just that the DAO was different. However, he couldn’t understand it.

That was because... Chen Qingzi could pursue his own dao and walk the path of the glorious dark sect. However, the price shouldn’t be his master’s soul dissipating. Wang Baole knew very well that his senior brother was wrong.

His master was wrong as well. He was wrong because he was soft-hearted. He was wrong because he couldn’t bear to see his two disciples fall out with each other. He was wrong because he wanted to use his own death to help his two disciples succeed.

I was wrong as well. I shouldn’t have come to the Dark River. Wang Baole sat at the side, exhausted. He looked at the spot where his master had disappeared and fell silent. After a long while, he raised his head abruptly. His eyes lit up again.

There’s another way... Wang Baole raised his right hand. Instantly, a small bottle appeared in his palm.

It was the wishing bottle.

As he held the wishing bottle, hope lit up in Wang Baole’s eyes. He took a deep breath, held it tightly, and spoke softly.

“I wish... that master will be resurrected!”

The wishing bottle was still as cold as ever. There wasn’t the slightest reaction. Wang Baole remained silent for a long time before he spoke again.

“I wish for... Time to return to before master’s soul dissipates!”

The wishing bottle did not change. Wang Baole lowered his head and closed his eyes. This time, he remained silent for an even longer period of time. After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, he opened his eyes and looked at the wishing bottle in his hand with a complicated expression, muttering softly.

“Senior, if you really can’t revive master, please give me... a chance to paint his corpse face.”

The wishing bottle remained silent. There was still no heat flow that Wang Baole was familiar with. After a long while, Wang Baole’s heart grew bitter. He was about to change his wish when suddenly, the wishing bottle in his hand trembled slightly. faintly.., a consciousness seemed to emanate from within the wishing bottle. It also seemed to emanate from an unknown place in the distance, reverberating in Wang Baole’s mind.

“You owe me a favor.”

The voice was ethereal and hard to find. It seemed to use the wishing bottle as a medium to fall into the tomb of the Dark Emperor in the world of the stone tablet. As the voice reverberated, the wishing bottle in Wang Baole’s hand suddenly emitted a heat wave.

This heat wave was unprecedented. It exploded with a loud bang and entered Wang Baole’s hand. As Wang Baole’s mind trembled, the wishing bottle shone with an intense light. The light enveloped the surroundings and affected the laws.., it changed the laws and gradually gathered soul threads from nothingness.

These soul threads had already dissipated, but now, it had turned from impossible to possible. As Wang Baole’s mind raced, the soul threads finally gathered before him and formed... a soul mass!

It was a soul mass that didn’t exist for long and wouldn’t last for long.

It was his master’s remnant soul!

More accurately speaking, it would be more appropriate to call it the soul of the origin. The soul mass didn’t have his master’s appearance. It was just a soul mass with his master’s mark on it.

In the dark sect’s understanding, such a soul needed to follow the guidance of the Heavenly Dao to draw a corpse’s face, determine its fate, draw karma, and finally send it into the cycle of reincarnation.

However, the remnant soul of his master was different. It... was dissipating. Even though the power from the wishing bottle had slowed it down, it couldn’t last for long.

Judging from the speed at which it was dissipating, it seemed like it could only last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

Wang Baole stared at the soul mass. His eyes were moist. He gently led the soul mass to him and murmured.

“Master...”

Wang Baole closed his eyes as he muttered. When he opened them, his eyes were filled with reminiscence. His hands trembled as he began to sketch the face of the soul mass in the afterlife.

He drew his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth.

Every stroke contained his emotions. Every stroke contained his memories, and he was serious and earnest.

What he drew was not an afterlife.

What he drew was this life.

It was the master who, before he disappeared, still wanted a future that could not be disturbed for him, one that could allow him to leave this place.

They had met in a great dream, a time where they had become apprenticed to each other in a dream. When they saw each other again, they were already soul forms, and in the blink of an eye, they had become a thing of the past..

After a long while, when Wang Baole finished his last stroke, his face was filled with tears. Looking at the soul that had returned to its master’s appearance, Wang Baole stood up and retreated. He knelt down towards the soul that had its eyes closed.

One Kowtow, two kowtows, three kowtows... all the way to nine kowtows.

Thank you, master!

The soul slowly opened its eyes and looked at Wang Baole warmly and kindly. Gradually, a smile appeared on its face.

“Good.”

In the next moment, the soul turned blurry as if it had been erased. It disappeared from Wang Baole’s eyes as he raised his head. He watched his master disappear bit by bit, and more tears fell. In his mind, he vaguely recalled what his master had said when they had parted in his dream, what his master had said.

“Everything, just follow your heart...”

“Just follow my heart...”Wang Baole murmured. He sat there paralyzed, tears streaming down his face.

Little Missy’s figure gradually appeared beside him. She looked at Wang Baole silently, her eyes filled with heartache. She approached him gently and sat beside him. She raised her hands and gently pressed them against Wang Baole’s head, she gently massaged his head.

“There will definitely be some regrets in life that we can not change.”

“Baole, you’ve done very well. You’ve done your best.”

“Have I done my best...”Wang Baole muttered. Fatigue filled his entire body.

“Yes, you’ve done your best. Take a nap and rest,”little Missy said softly. She placed Wang Baole’s head on her lap. As she gently massaged his head, a soft ballad came out of her mouth.

The ballad was very gentle. It made people feel warm and safe. It made people feel peaceful from the bottom of their hearts. At that moment, Wang Baole was like a mortal walking in the cold night, shivering in his unlined clothes, he approached a furnace and was gradually enveloped in warmth.

It was very quiet around him. Only Little Missy’s ballad echoed softly.

“The wind is blowing gently, the birds are calling softly. Baby is not sad, go to sleep...”

“Snow is slowly drifting, tears are quietly falling, baby is not sad, wake up and smile happily...”

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