As Luo Shang screamed in disbelief, Xie Tian, who should have been killed by the Saint Pattern Fire, climbed out of the pool like a puppet.
But there was no water on him. Instead, there was fire.
The golden fire seeped out of his body and burned below his head.
Luo Shang's sharp cry stopped abruptly when he saw this scene.
He recognized that the golden fire was the Saint Pattern Fire that had killed Luo Mo.
After recognizing it, he immediately shivered due to the pain of the holy fire burning his body.
Just thinking about the pain made him shiver.
At this moment, Xie Tian, who was suffering from the pain, was expressionless.
He was even more expressionless than the real Luo Mo.
Because of this, the Sacred Fire Hall was as quiet as a ghost town.
Luo Mo did not dare to make a sound. In this silence, which was suitable for thinking, he lost his ability to think.
Xie Tian, who was good at thinking, did not think either.
There was only pain in his heart.
The pain of his comrade's drastic measures that would have killed him.
He could feel the determination in the pool of life-saving water. It was so determined that there was no trace of emotion.
Under such determination, he should have turned into ashes like Luo Mo, who was restrained by the Evil Moon …
Strangely, the Ancient Blood Banner in Luo Mo's body did not save Luo Mo when it broke free from the restraint. Instead, it saved him.
This was the only reason why he was still alive, or at least temporarily.
Because of this, he was in even more pain.
Because he was still alive, not because of the slightest bit of softness behind his companion's resoluteness.
And this point made up for that tiny bit of difference.
"Why …"
An extremely hollow and lost voice came out of Xie Tian's mouth. Even the quiet Sacred Fire Hall was filled with sadness and confusion.
In his confusion, he still did not think. Or rather, he was afraid to think.
He could not think.
He could only remember.
He remembered his first encounter in the Sword Wind Cave.
He remembered Chu Yanshan swallowing his Fruit of Way.
He recalled the twelve-year-old him, who had used the most sincere words to move him, who had swallowed the Dao Fruit.
He remembered that when he was in shambles, he had brought him the eleventh level of Inner Qi Realm and the unparalleled opportunity to shape his own Fruit of the Way. Then, he had become even worse.
He thought back to the years that followed, to the time when he walked with him and fought together with him.
He recalled how resolute he was in luring the Emperor away for him in the Emperor's Passage.
…
The more he recalled, the more he felt.
His heart ached even more.
But after the impact of the memories, there was a clear change in the pain.
At this moment, he no longer felt heartache for what his companions had done to him. Instead, he felt heartache for his companions.
"He wouldn't do this to me …"
"He really doesn't remember me …"
Ninety percent of the sacred fire that had been reduced by the Ancient Blood Banner was still burning inside and outside his body.
"Sigh …"
She let out a sigh filled with complex emotions.
It was as if he couldn't erase the unwillingness in his heart with this conclusion that had just appeared.
"You have to tell me why …"
"Do you think I would reject you?"
"Have you forgotten that you are my Dark Blade?"
He waited for a long time, but there was no response.
This made Xie Tian even more unwilling.
So, he stood up.
"You have to tell me why …" He muttered again.
His right foot, which was wrapped in sacred fire, landed on the ground …
Whoosh …
The moment he touched the ground, his right calf turned into ashes.
With unimaginable control of his body, Xie Tian maintained his balance and didn't turn into ashes.
"So, I still have to live. Because only then can I ask you …"
After murmuring again, Xie Tian forced himself to enter the Soul Wandering Realm.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't enter.
Soon, he seemed to have found the reason. He looked at Luo Shang, who was still like a statue.
"It's you."
Luo Shang shivered and woke up. He looked at Xie Tian in a daze, still unable to think.
But there was no need to think.
Xie Tian would give Luo Shang the answers that Luo Miao couldn't get.
"I am Xie Tian."
"Ever since I entered the Rakshasa Prison in the Three Realms, I was planted with Rakshasa First Blood by Luo Yin from Luo Mei's faction."
"The second time I entered the Rakshasa Prison, I met Luo Mo. I defeated him and used Rakshasa First Blood to transform into him."
"I sneaked into the Temple of the Ominous Star Rakshasa, saved Celestial Garment of the Xuanluo Immortal Kingdom's Tian family, and humiliated Luo Xue and you."
"You killed Ling Dang, and I entered the Rakshasa Prison to save her. So, I won't kill you."
"But you have to live well, strive to ascend to the Upper Realm, and find more powerful backers. That's the only way."
At this point, Xie Tian paused, looked at Luo Shang, and said slowly, word by word, "Only then can I eliminate your backers one by one like how I killed Luo Xue, until no Rakshasa dares to be your backer, and even send you to me personally, begging me to kill you …"
"Ahhhhh!"
Perhaps Xie Tian's voice came from the most terrifying place, the Nine Underworlds …
Maybe what Xie Tian said was completely beyond the limits of Luo Mo's imagination …
Or maybe the person Xie Tian said was so miserable that he couldn't accept it …
The dignified Temple Master of the Ominous Star Rakshasa Temple, Luo Mo, had a twisted expression, held his head in pain, and ran away while roaring crazily.
Looking at Luo Shang who was scared out of his wits, Xie Tian continued, "At that time, Ling Dang's black eyes might be able to close …"
There was only one person left in the Sacred Fire Temple, but it was still quiet.
The dazed Xie Tian sighed again.
Because he still couldn't enter the Soul Wandering Realm.
He finally understood the reason.
He, who had been through countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood because he was afraid of death and climbed out of countless situations where he would definitely die, was a little disheartened at this time.
This disheartened feeling came from the depths of his soul, from his bones.
Even with his most amazing temperament, he couldn't suppress this emotion that was incompatible with moving forward bravely.
"But anyway, I still have to ask you, do you really have no impression of me left, Dark Blade …"
When the two little ones, who were madly cultivating the Essence Fostering Skill, were about to be exhausted, he murmured for the third time, then closed his dead blood-red eyes, and began to comprehend the less than ten percent of the Holy Pattern Fire that was burning the Evil Body.
The Holy Tusita Palace fell into true silence because of Xie Tian's Soul Wandering Realm.
Outside the Holy Tusita Palace, where the eight Holy Battles were taking place, the weather was changing.
Eight against eight, eight battlefields, this was the best situation for the two Curved Blades who were behind the scenes.
But the Curved Blades who were watching the eight battlefields were not very happy at this moment.
No.
Not even happy.
He was a little absent-minded. He felt that after draining the Holy Water, a piece of his heart was missing, and he felt a little lost, and a little pain.
"What's wrong with me …"
"In the chaos, I completed my transcendence. Yue Qitian became an Emperor. Although I'm not as strong as those freaks who walked the Emperor's Road, how can my state of mind be affected …"
…
He didn't want to admit it.
However, he had to admit that the one who affected him was the fake Rakshasa.
He was angry at the fake Rakshasa's plan.
He was even angrier at the fake Rakshasa's discovery of the Holy Water.
That was because this was a crucial step in his plan.
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