Chapter 97: Nothing but a Lone Shadow Mirroring a Startled Swan
The Dream-Making Expert
Above the Imperial City, a frail little girl from years ago tore apart the revenge script her Master had written for her, drew her sword, and faced her fate head-on.
The azure-robed Daoist faced his sword-drawing disciple and, in his astonishment, burst into loud laughter.
“What point in time did you discover it?”
“By all rights, I should have done it flawlessly.”
The woman in the yellow dress said nothing. She simply raised her sword, sword qi surging to the heavens, one sword strike cleaving the firmament.
“You were taught by me.”
“How could you possibly be my match!”
The azure-robed Daoist snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and dispersed the sword light.
The pierced heart healed in an instant, not a single drop of blood flowing, without a speck of dust.
“You really aren’t human.”
The woman in the yellow dress murmured, then drew her sword once more.
The azure-robed Daoist’s gaze was indifferent, cold and ruthless. He reached out and pressed down, his fleshly body meeting the longsword head-on.
With a crack.
The longsword shattered inch by inch.
The woman in the yellow dress let out a muffled groan, instantly struck to the ground, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.
“Originally, I had prepared a new play for you.”
“But I never imagined you would actually detect it.”
“What a pity.”
“Then we can only meet again in the next life.”
The azure-robed Daoist sighed, cold and ruthless. His palm flipped, about to strike down on the woman in the yellow dress’s head.
“Next life?”
The woman in the yellow dress had already closed her eyes. Hearing these words, enormous unwillingness and resentment suddenly surged from her heart.
Her gaze flickered. Scenes from her previous life, in the space between life and death, suddenly rose in her mind.
“How much longer do you intend to toy with me!”
The woman in the yellow dress roared in fury, her eyes blood-red, her black hair turning white strand by strand, and snow suddenly fell from the sky.
The azure-robed Daoist’s expression shifted slightly. He unconsciously stepped back, gazing at the snow filling the heavens. “Damn it, she actually awakened her reincarnation memories at this moment.”
“Harder and harder to control.”
“But it doesn’t matter. I said I would make you sink into the Sea of Suffering forever!”
“Then not even one lifetime less will do!”
The azure-robed Daoist shouted, reaching out to form hand seals, and thunder flashed between heaven and earth.
The yellow-dressed woman, her hair wholly white, flew into the sky.
Memories were reviving — of reincarnation, of the previous life.
She saw the suffering of her previous life, toyed with by the azure-robed Daoist before her who called himself her Master.
“Why!”
The woman in the yellow dress demanded furiously.
She saw herself on Azure Cloud Peak, kneeling before him, desperately pleading, saying she had not fallen into demonic cultivation, that she had been framed.
But he merely nodded slightly, smiled, and said the one who framed her was him.