novelaction Chapter 748 Memory Recall Killing (Youyue’s Past)
Chapter 748 Memory Recall Killing (Youyue’s Past)
The sky above the Blood Demon Realm was shrouded in an eerie bloody light. A thick demonic aura swirled like a materialized black fog, swirling and blotting out the heavens and the sun. The Holy Maiden of Phantom Moon hovered in mid-air, like a demonic deity descending from the heavens. Her quasi-imperial form, imbued with the principles of slaughter, emanated a chilling aura. Every slight movement caused the surrounding space to vibrate and distort, as if it would shatter into countless fragments at any moment. The fragment of the Heavenly Dao Wheel embedded in her chest shone with a cold and mysterious light, as if whispering an ancient and sinister spell, controlling the life and death of this demonic realm and indeed, the Three Thousand Worlds.
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen stood side by side, three-colored light swirling around them. Though their Chaos Law Domain had begun to take shape, under the powerful pressure of the Holy Maiden Youyue, it was like a candle in the wind, its light trembling slightly, as if it could be extinguished at any moment. Their eyes were as firm as torches, staring straight at the nearly invincible opponent before them, without the slightest intention of retreating.
At this crucial moment, tensions were high and ready to explode, Saint Youyue suddenly raised her hand, muttering something. A mysterious and powerful force instantly surged from her palm, sweeping towards Yun Yao and Chu Mochen like a surging tide. In an instant, the surroundings seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand. The world spun, time and space were distorted—they were forcibly pulled into the divine court of a thousand years ago.
It was a world shrouded in dreamlike wonder, yet incredibly real. The divine court's splendor was beyond imagination. Jade-white palaces, one after another, towered into the clouds. Intricately carved divine patterns shimmered in the sunlight, a sacred light that spoke of the divine court's past glory and prosperity. Each pillar was as thick as a mountain, swirling with vibrant golden bands of light, flowing slowly as if alive, exuding a gentle yet majestic aura. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, nestled within, felt like tiny ants, awe-inspired by the overwhelming divine majesty.
In the central square of the Divine Court, they spotted the young Holy Maiden Youyue. Her face was beautiful, her eyes pure and devout. She wore a pristine white robe, her sleeves fluttering, like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world. She knelt before the statue of the Lord God, praying devoutly. Her posture was delicate yet radiant with a stubborn determination. She whispered her heartfelt wish, "Lord God, I will give my all to become the protector of the Lotus Heart Host. I will protect the orthodoxy of the Heavenly Way with my own body. Please grant me this." Her voice was clear and melodious, filled with sincerity, echoing through the empty square, yet tinged with a subtle tremor, a testament to her intense inner nervousness.
However, the Lord God's majestic and cold voice seemed to come from the endless void, without any emotion: "The Lotus Heart host must remain pure and must not be contaminated by love. Your obsession is too deep, and there may be changes. This road is blocked, so don't ask for it again." This voice was like a bolt from the blue, hitting the heart of the Holy Maiden Youyue. Her body trembled violently, and her eyes were instantly filled with tears. It was the despair of shattered dreams and the pain of not getting what she wanted.
Yun Yao looked at the girl with tears in her eyes in the picture, and her heart couldn't help but ripples. She said softly: "It turns out that you were the most pious saint in the Divine Court, but because you fell in love with Chu Mochen, your memory was wiped out by the Lord God and you were thrown into reincarnation." Her voice was filled with both a sudden realization of the truth of the past and a hint of pity for Saint Youyue.
Youyue's voice seemed to come from the depths of distant memories, revealing endless sorrow and unwillingness: "That's right, I fell in love with him in every life, but was forcibly separated by the laws of heaven in every life! Why can the Son of God coexist with the Lotus Heart host, but I can only be your stepping stone?" As she spoke, the surrounding scene changed again.
In the scene, the Holy Maiden of the Phantom Moon, having suffered a catastrophic disaster during her reincarnation, was captured by demonic cultivators. As they gazed upon her stunning beauty and the lingering divine aura, they revealed hideous, greedy grins. They unleashed a sinister, forbidden technique, forcibly infusing her with demonic energy, attempting to completely assimilate her and reduce this Holy Maiden of the Phantom Moon to their puppet. The Holy Maiden of the Phantom Moon struggled in agony, her body pierced as if by countless needles, her soul seared in flames, and she uttered piercing cries. Yet, amidst this endless agony, one unwavering desire sustained her: to see Chu Mochen again.
With each reincarnation, each rebirth, she carried this burning love with her, desperately searching for Chu Mochen. But fate seemed to play a trick on her. Every time they met, his eyes were only for Yun Yao. That deep affection and focus was like an insurmountable chasm, completely isolating her from the world. She could only stand by, watching them embrace, watching them walk hand in hand through the storms, while she herself felt invisible, her heart full of love unknown to anyone, and her heart full of pain she had to bear alone.
"So, you're not trying to destroy the Heavenly Dao, but to make Chu Mochen remember you?" Yun Yao's voice, tinged with deep pity, broke the momentary silence. "But do you know? In a certain light cocoon within Siming Palace, there was a life where you were an ordinary couple, and he remembered every smile of yours—"
"Shut up!" Saint Youyue cried out, as if the deepest wound in her heart had been touched. Her eyes instantly turned red, as if burning with blood and fire, and a demonic aura surged around her, threatening to devour everything around her. "Those are all false illusions! Only by destroying the Way of Heaven can we truly be together!" She seemed to have fallen into a frenzy, desperately rushing towards the altar. It was her last hope, a vain attempt to merge with the laws of creation and rewrite the fate that had brought her unbearable suffering.
Just as she was about to touch the fragment of the Law of Creation, a soft golden light suddenly emanated from it. As the light shone, lines of ancient, soulful words slowly emerged—the love poem Chu Mochen had written for her. It turned out that, despite countless reincarnations, Chu Mochen had forgotten their past, but the inexplicable affection deep within his heart had never dissipated. In the stillness of the night, when longing washed over him like a tide, he would secretly carve his obsession with her in this unknown corner, every word filled with deep affection.
Saint Youyue's body suddenly froze, her eyes wide as she stared at the words, as if witnessing the most incredible sight in the world. The demonic energy that had been surging wildly seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, slowly subsiding. Her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something, but it felt as if thousands of threads were choking her throat, preventing her from uttering a single word.
After a long moment, two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from her eyes. It was the relief of years of obsession finally being released, but also the endless regret for the past. Her body slowly collapsed, as if it had lost all support. It was as if her soul had been drained away in an instant, leaving only endless exhaustion.
"It turns out that all I really wanted was a 'I remember you'..." She whispered softly, her voice as gentle as the breeze, almost inaudible. At this moment, she was no longer the witch who wanted to destroy the way of heaven and was filled with hatred. She was just a pitiful woman who was teased by fate and crazy about love.
Chu Mochen slowly walked over to her, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he took in her state. He whispered, "In the Divine Court's canon, you will always be the most outstanding Saint, Youyue." This voice seemed to possess a magical, soothing power. Saint Youyue slowly closed her eyes, as if she had let go of all her burdens. Her body gradually transformed into a point of light, like a firefly dancing on a summer night, lightly merging into the heavens. Only the last fragment of the Law of Creation remained, quietly suspended in the air, emitting a soft and mysterious light.
Yun Yao watched this scene, feeling a surge of emotion. She knew that this tale of love, hatred, and vengeance spanning millennia had finally come to an end. And they were about to face their final showdown with fate, writing the final chapter in this long and arduous journey of counterattack.