While thinking about it, the tangled chains moved again as if they were stimulated, and slowly tightened, entangling the two people inside even tighter.
The next moment, she suddenly saw her toes turn into reality, turning from solid to transparent, vaguely visible, as if they were about to disappear. Ningxia thumped and lowered her head to take a closer look. It was indeed true. Moreover, the virtualization speed was extremely fast, and it soon reached the calf before it could be stopped.
At the same time, the causal chain also stopped at the same moment.
really……
Ning Xia tightened her grip on Zhong Huan, but maybe she didn't notice that her hand holding the sword hilt was trembling slightly, revealing her inner timidity.
She is always passive.
Live passively, die passively, practice passively, drift with the crowd, and rarely follow your true will. Even if there is, there are always various thoughts and considerations to consider.
But she can't stay like this forever. At least not in the world of cultivation——
As she had thought before, as time went by and her cultivation level increased, the things she encountered became more complicated and the choices she needed to make became more difficult.
She couldn't wait forever for someone else to decide for her, nor could she expect things to resolve spontaneously.
For example, if she doesn't make a decision or move about the matter in front of her, she will never be able to get out.
Can't wait any longer.
With the road ahead unclear and a dilemma ahead, she must make a choice, a choice that may be a matter of life or death.
Ning Xia closed her eyes, raised her sword blade high, and slashed at the thing above the small pool.
The crystal-clear sword body left patches of green-gold afterimages, and the sword's sound was like a long chant. The next moment, the long sword slashed hard at the hard chain of causality, causing a harsh friction sound.
At the moment of the collision, the familiar pain came again, heartbreaking, coming out of the bones, even the seams of the bones were hurting, each wave getting stronger than the last.
It was indeed this thing that was causing trouble before. It turned out that she had wronged the inner demon.
Ningxia gritted her teeth, her heart pounded, and she endured the explosive pain in her body, ruthlessly cutting the weakest chain of causality in the middle. Every stroke was torture to the spirit body, as if what was being cut was not the chain of causality, but a part of herself.
Only a few moments had passed, and Ningxia felt as if a long time had passed. She didn't know what day it was, or when this pain would end.
Ning Xia could not bear it until her teeth were broken. For a moment, she really wanted to give up. But after thinking about it, she felt unwilling to give in. She was holding a breath in her heart, which drove her to persist and endure this kind of unbearable torture.
Not even close.
Big beads of sweat slipped from the temples, flowed through the corners of the eyes, and then went down the cheeks into the chin. The collar below was soaked with sweat, and no one knew how much sweat he had sweated.
Long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain. For the first time in this situation, spiritual energy was injected into the sword, and Chonghuan Sword let out a long roar.
"Crack-" the sound of metal breaking.
Ningxia's brain turned white and she was numb from the pain. And his body became lighter and lighter, as light as if he was about to leave the world. The hand holding the sword half dropped, and he slowly leaned back.
The moment before she became unconscious, Ning Xia was lying on the ground. She suddenly heard many people calling for help. She tilted her head slightly and tried to open her eyes. Not far away, little Ningxia, who was half-armed by the older boy, whimpered and feebly coughed up a few mouthfuls of water. She is still alive.
Does this count as me saving you once? Little Ningxia.
Ningxia completely lost consciousness in the chaos and sank into darkness.
"Ningxia."
"Axia?"
"Xiao Xia."
"Sister Ning!"
"Master Xia."
"Ningxia..."
In the chaos, Ningxia heard many people calling her name. Some were very strange, and some were very familiar. There were male and female voices, with different emotions, all seemed to be calling her.
Who are these...? Why are you calling me?
Ningxia, floating in the darkness, could not distinguish or think. Every time I want to carefully distinguish these complicated emotions, I will be immediately dragged back by the thick darkness, and I will feel confused again. I don’t know what year it is.
But those people still refused to give up and kept shouting. Some are roaring, some are angry, some are screaming, and some are begging softly in their ears. Countless complex emotions are woven into a thread, vowing to drag Ningxia out of this darkness.
Ning Xia also seemed to realize something and was struggling hard. No matter how the darkness tried to keep her, she kept trying to break free. Even though she has been semi-assimilated by darkness, she still doesn't understand why she does this.
My eyes are bright.
Ning Xia opened her eyes and was almost hurt by the bright light around her. She half-squinted her eyes and tried hard to use her brain, which seemed to have been rusty for a long time, to analyze the situation in front of her.
Where is this? Ning Xia felt her head was heavy and it took her a long time to react.
She woke up and looked around, trying to figure out where she was now?
It's that hazy feeling again... This courtyard looks strange, but it also has an inexplicable sense of familiarity. She has never been to such a courtyard in her memory, she can be sure.
Could it be that she hasn't walked out yet? Ning Xia had a headache. She took two steps and suddenly heard someone arguing.
Looking around, I finally found that it was coming from a house not far away. It wasn't intense, but it felt heavy. The young man's eagerness and the girl's helplessness caused the two to argue intermittently for a while.
Ningxia was far away and couldn't hear clearly. I could only vaguely hear some words, all of which exuded an ominous meaning.
Finally, the young men in the room silenced themselves and the quarrel stopped.
"Dad, don't be afraid, it will be over after you sleep."
The girl said: "No...goodbye."
Ningxia saw a girl push open the door and come out.
And this girl has a face like Ningxia.
The other party took a few steps and seemed to notice her. He looked over from a distance and met her eyes.
Ning Xia suddenly felt dizzy, and when she came back to reality, a warm and slender hand gently fell on the top of her head, with a reassuring breath and a familiarity that made her want to cry.
"Good boy, I won't let you go either."
"You should walk the rest of the way alone."
With her eyes blurred by tears, Ningxia raised her head and tried hard to see the other person's face clearly, the face that seemed to appear in her dreams but could not see clearly, but it was all in vain.
Still in a haze.
When the familiar feeling of dizziness hit her, along with a very light sigh, she heard the man say: "It's better to forget."
"You are still the child I am most proud of."
I do not want. Don't want to forget.
what exactly is it? What exactly are these situations? Why doesn't she remember anything?
Why?
No one answered her. With endless questions, she felt that her soul was being sucked to another place by that inexplicable force, taking her to an unpredictable future.
