Free Web NovelTwo days later, more and more severely wounded demon gods were brought back into Tongtian Pavilion.
The battle was unimaginably brutal, yet not a single demon god chose to quit.
Even so, it could not change Tongtian Pavilion’s losing trend.
During this time, Bai Hong asked Ye Yu more than once whether he had found a safer method.
If nothing else worked, starting with these injured demon gods would be acceptable.
Each time, Ye Yu’s answer was the same: wait a little longer.
Besides Bai Hong, Liu Yuenong also came to Ye Yu.
“How many more demon gods have to die before this battle ends?”
In contrast, Ye Yu kept silent.
Because he himself didn’t know how many would fall.
Half? Three-quarters? One in ten surviving?
Ye Yu truly didn’t know.
But he could infer that the moment of Luo Shu’s grievous injury and brush with death was drawing near.
Ye Yu had been thinking about that as well.
Under the rules of this secret realm, everyone had forgotten Bai Hong.
So when Luo Shu lay gravely wounded and near death—who would save him?
In history, it was Bai Hong who saved him.
What now?
Would another Bai Hong appear?
Would someone act in Bai Hong’s place? Or would they simply watch Luo Shu die?
Ye Yu thought on it for a long time and still found no answer.
On the seventh day of Tongtian Pavilion’s war with the Boundless Sea Alliance, Liu Yuenong brought Luo Shu back.
At that moment, the Guardian Great Saint’s divine body was ravaged, his breath thread-thin—he could fall at any time.
Liu Yuenong set Luo Shu before Ye Yu, anxious. “Everything you said has come true. Then next—the Great Saint won’t die, right?”
Ye Yu said nothing, only looked quietly at Luo Shu.
Judging by his current condition, he likely couldn’t hold on for even the time it takes a stick of incense to burn.
Outside aid was required if his life was to be saved.
When no reply came, Liu Yuenong clutched Ye Yu’s sleeve and, voice shaking, pressed on: “Say something. The Great Saint won’t die!”
Like a drowning person grasping the last stalk of straw.
Her eyes were full of hope and pleading.
Ye Yu looked ahead. In the shadows, Bai Hong’s figure flickered—like a reminder that this was the perfect chance.
It was, in truth.
At Ye Yu’s side now were only the gravely wounded, unconscious Luo Shu and Liu Yuenong.
Even if speaking Bai Hong’s name warped space, it wouldn’t be too severe.
He could restore Liu Yuenong’s memory first, then have her tell the other gods of Tongtian Pavilion.
Bai Hong would not be forgotten, and she could suppress Luo Shu’s evil-thought incarnation again. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Yes—exactly that.
Ye Yu parted his lips, a surge within pushing him to act now.
At the same time, the shadowed Bai Hong grew clearer.
She kept drawing closer, shaping the words over and over: Now.
Ye Yu turned to Liu Yuenong and said seriously, “Yes—Luo Shu will not die. Even if some people are gone, he will not die.”
“Fate, in the end, cannot be reversed.”
At those words, the approaching Bai Hong’s face twisted at once, her eyes filling with venom.
For an instant, time seemed to stop.
Blood no longer dripped from Luo Shu’s wounds, hanging motionless in air. Liu Yuenong’s surprise was frozen on her face.
Bai Hong’s phantom swelled larger and larger. She poured all her strength into a thunderous roar. “Why—why would you do this?”
Her voice shook the world.
Ye Yu looked at the figure, now a hundred zhang tall and still growing, and said evenly, “What lies beneath Tongtian Pavilion is not Luo Shu’s evil-thought incarnation—but yours, Bai Hong.”
“Everything you told me merely swapped your role with Luo Shu’s.”
Bai Hong blinked, then snapped, “How could you possibly know that? Who told you? Say it—who?”
“Bai Hong told me.”
Ye Yu tilted his head back to face the nearly thousand-zhang giant.
They were as ant and giant—
yet Ye Yu’s eyes held no fear.
Bai Hong finally stopped growing. She bent low, hands braced on the ground, and snarled inches from him, “Nonsense. When did I ever tell you that?”
Ye Yu shook his head. “Not you. The real Bai Hong. Three hundred years from now, in the Archive Pavilion—between the shelves in the ninth row, twenty-seventh column—there’s a slit where she hid her journal.”
“She wrote more than once that time was running out, that she didn’t want to part from her companions, but she had no choice.”
“I didn’t understand what she meant back then.” free𝑤ebnovel.com
“Later, when I entered this secret realm and heard your story about the evil-thought incarnation, it still felt wrong.”
“There were too many holes.”
“But when I reversed the roles and combined that with what Liu Yuenong did three hundred years later, everything became clear.”
“The one truly sealed is you.”
“I figured it out after the war with the Boundless Sea Alliance began.”
Bai Hong’s pupils shrank. Her palms pressed down—ground all around shattered at once.
“If you knew, why didn’t you rip off my mask immediately? What were you waiting for?”
Ye Yu pointed to Liu Yuenong beside him.
“I was waiting for her to wake fully. This is between master and disciple. I don’t want to interfere—and right now I don’t have the power to.”
Bai Hong turned by reflex. Liu Yuenong’s features were changing rapidly.
In just two breaths, the maiden’s face had become the same as three million years later.
Liu Yuenong’s eyes were bloodshot; tears traced her perfect cheeks. She whispered, “Master... if I could—even if it’s only an incarnation of evil thought—I would still want you to live, at least so I could see you.”
“But the Undying Heart Lamp is about to go out, and the Divine Alliance grand formation has completely stopped. I cannot find a way to seal you forever.”
“So I can only enter the board myself—and cut down your evil-thought incarnation.”
“Please, if your spirit is watching, do not blame me.”
When she finished, Liu Yuenong pressed her palms together. A long-poled stone lamp appeared before her—
the flame within almost extinguished.
Seeing this, Ye Yu decisively stepped back.
