sbdcsierra Chapter 487 Jinglian, your master defies fate and changes destiny, you shall return to your soul!
Chapter 487 Jinglian, your master defies fate and changes destiny, you shall return to your soul!
The white cat's breath was faint, and its blue eyes were gradually darkening.
That line, "The entrance to the Grand Hyatt Hotel... is so bright..."
It felt like a needle piercing his soul.
Master Jiuyang stroked the white cat in his arms, his eyes filled with regret!
The white cat's snow-white fur was soaked in blood.
Next breath...
The white cat was gently placed beside the alchemy furnace by Master Jiuyang...
In an instant!
His hair and beard moved without wind, his robes billowed like clouds, and his eyes shone with golden light.
The fire in the furnace suddenly surged!
The Yin-Yang and Eight Trigrams patterns flowed and shone, making the entire Alchemy Pavilion resemble a world of molten gold.
Dozens of "Nine Revolutions Resurrection Talismans" flew out from his palm!
Each line was drawn with the blood of a heart, wrapping around the white cat's body.
The talisman ignited with a ghostly blue flame, reflecting off the jade bricks of the alchemy room and causing ripples.
Next!
He bit his finger!
A drop of essence blood was smeared on the Eight Trigrams Furnace!
The yin-yang symbol inside the cauldron suddenly began to rotate, releasing a seven-colored mist.
"Jinglian, your master has defied fate and changed your destiny; you shall return to your soul!"
"Great Lord Taiyi, the Savior from Suffering, quickly summon your primordial spirit back to its rightful place!"
The white cat's body jolted violently!
A glimmer of light flashed in his blue eyes, but just as he was about to awaken, it was swallowed up by the black energy that suddenly surged from the cauldron.
His heart ached terribly, and he sighed inwardly:
The Dew of Forgetfulness clashed with her obsession, tearing a spatial rift in her soul!
"Jinglian, snap out of it!"
He formed a hand seal, and golden light shot out from his fingertips, piercing straight into the cat's heart.
The furnace roared.
The white cat beside the alchemy furnace had its fur standing on end, its blue eyes trembling slightly, yet it showed no sign of waking up.
Master Jiuyang's forehead was beaded with sweat!
The starlight from the heavens poured down, gathering into a cocoon of light that enveloped the cat's body.
But the cocoon of light was suddenly torn apart by an invisible force!
Xu Wan's soul broke free from the constraints of her physical body, transforming into a wisp of silver thread that shot out from the crack at the mouth of the cauldron and soared straight into the sky!
Master Jiuyang staggered backward, stroking his beard and sighing deeply:
"Alas... this obsession has become a calamity..."
The soul had already transformed into a stream of light and vanished into the turbulent flow of time and space.
Xu Wan felt dizzy and her body was wrapped in silver threads flowing like a river of stars.
Her last memory was of the cold runes on the bronze cauldron.
When I opened my eyes again, the night breeze carried car exhaust fumes and the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms.
The ground beneath our feet is scorching hot asphalt.
The capital city's dazzling night sky.
The Milky Way was swallowed by neon lights.
She looked down at what was behind her.
A translucent cat tail swayed in the evening breeze, dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe.
The Grand Hyatt Beijing was right in front of her, and the magnificent signboard made her eyes sting with tears.
"I...I'm back!"
She cried out in surprise, but her voice was carried away by the wind and no one heard her!
She lunged at the revolving door, her forehead touching the cold glass the instant she felt it.
An invisible barrier bounced her off, and she stumbled and fell into the crowd.
People in suits and ties brushed past each other.
The child's ice cream dripped onto her ethereal hem, yet she remained oblivious.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but felt no pain; only the throbbing pain in her chest remained unchanged.
"Mo Yunchen, are you there?"
She pressed her face against the door and whispered, her breath condensing into frost flowers on the glass before quickly dissipating.
The streets were teeming with people.
The sounds of high heels clicking, car horns honking, and pop music blended into a cacophony.
A white-collar worker in a suit and tie is looking down at his phone.
The girls took selfies while holding up milk tea.
Children chased after fluorescent balloons, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and the burnt smell of car exhaust.
She staggered backward, constantly backing away!
A look of utter disbelief on his face!!
My back touched the cold metal pole of the street lamp, but it passed right through my body.
"what……"
She screamed loudly.
A sudden, empty, throbbing pain shot through my heart.
This was the street corner where she first met Mo Yunchen.
A thousand-year-old obsession has led his soul back to this place.
suddenly!
She ran toward the glass door, her fingertips just touching the cold glass!
boom!
A muffled sound!
An invisible barrier violently repelled her.
She wouldn't give up!
Once, twice...
She tried again and again!
Each time felt like crashing into millennia-old ice, causing the soul to tremble and nearly dissipate.
Inside the door, the crystal chandelier shimmered with light.
The waiter bowed to greet the guests, who raised their glasses and chatted, the sounds of clinking glasses clearly audible, yet no one noticed the ghostly figure outside the door.
She shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Mo Yunchen! Are you there?"
But no one responded!
The glare from the champagne tower inside the door dazzled her blurry, tear-filled eyes.
Xu Wan recalled that autumn day a thousand years ago:
Mo Yunchen held her hand, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Wanwan, come home with me."
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have hidden my identity from you!"
"Wanwan, let's not break up, okay?"
At that moment, Xu Wan forcefully shook off Mo Yunchen's hand and roared angrily:
"fraud!"
"We're finished!!"
Now the gates are tightly shut, only the neon signs are blindingly bright.
Xu Wan drifted towards the center of the street, watching the bustling traffic.
The aroma of cumin wafts from the barbecue stalls on the street corner.
Five girls dressed in beautiful long dresses sat around a small table.
Golden grilled skewers are skewered on bamboo sticks.
"Oh dear, what a pity!"
A girl with a ponytail sighed as she ate a chicken wing!
"Mo Yunchen, the young master of Beijing's elite circle, died of depression at only eighteen!"
"The ice coffin has been lying there for a year, and the family has been having Taoist priests perform rituals for it every day!"
"Rich people just love to mess around!"
"Wow, they're so rich, yet they live in Chaoyang Park right across from the hotel!"
"What a pity! Heaven is jealous of talent!"
The girl with glasses sitting next to me was eating gluten and sighing repeatedly.
"Ah! That's right! The only son of the Mo family!"
"He's handsome and academically excellent!"
"But in the end, he died in his own private apartment!"
"I heard his family is vehemently opposed to him liking a country girl named Xu Wan!"
"That waitress at the Grand Hyatt, if it weren't for Young Master Mo, she wouldn't even be able to get into the hotel through the back door!"
"Yeah, yeah! Shameless of them, moving into someone's private apartment!"
A third person chimed in, poking at the bottom of the plate with a bamboo skewer.
"After working for six months, I was suddenly fired and disappeared without a trace."
"Young Master Mo drove all over the city like a madman, searching for them for seven whole days..."
"This matter caused quite a stir in the whole city last year!"
"Tsk, for someone to disappear into thin air, they must have traveled through time!"
Xu Wan was struck dumb, her soul lunging towards the edge of the table:
What did you say?!
She gripped the girl with glasses' wrist tightly.
The girl froze abruptly and screamed:
"Ah! My hand... I can't move my hand!"
"What's wrong! Are you possessed?!"
Her companions hurriedly helped her up, while the barbecue stall owner peered out.
Xu Wan put her hand on another girl's shoulder and asked urgently:
Tell me, where is Mo Yunchen?
pat!
The chopsticks fell to the ground!
"There's a ghost!"
She flung her hand away in terror, only to feel the autumn wind pierce her to the bone.
Xu Wan was so anxious that her soul felt hot, and she reached out to tug at the bespectacled girl's sleeve again:
"Tell me quickly! Where is the ice coffin?"
The other party looked around blankly:
Who touched me?
"Get out of here now!!"
Xu Wan's soul was thrown away by an invisible repulsive force and fell onto the cold, hard asphalt road.
She struggled to her feet, her spirit flame flickering violently with grief.
My Mo Yunchen is dead?
Die because of me?
Do not!
Since I was able to come back.
Then I can change everything!
She drifted quickly towards Chaoyang Park, her path covered with fallen sycamore leaves.
The penthouse apartment has strict security.
She seeped in like a wisp of smoke.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the ice coffin lay quietly under the floor lamp.
Frost clung to the transparent coffin lid.
Mo Yunchen was still wearing the pale white shirt she had bought for him with a month's salary.
Her features were exquisite, yet she was utterly lifeless.
Two Taoist priests were performing rituals around the coffin, with yellow talismans flying everywhere.
Xu Wan's soul trembled!
The Taoist priest at the main altar was slender, dressed in a black Taoist robe and wearing a tall hat. His profile was exactly the same as Xuan Qing's!
She lunged forward suddenly:
"Xuanqing! What are you doing here?!"
The Taoist priest lowered his eyes and made a hand seal, as if he hadn't heard anything.
She tugged at the hem of his robe, her voice trembling with tears:
"Xuanqing, please save him!"
The Taoist priest suddenly turned around and flicked his sleeves!
Xu Wan was thrown hard to the ground, and frost flakes fell in a flurry.
"Xuan Qing!"
She raised her head, her face full of resentment!
Looking at that face that bore a striking resemblance to Xuan Qing, he roared in fury:
"Xuan! Qing!!"
"How dare you pretend you don't know me?!"
"How dare you!"
"I am your master!!"
"You want me to slap you so hard that it shatters your soul!"
The Taoist priest remained expressionless upon hearing this.
"The deceased is gone, why dwell on it?"
The voice was cold and unfamiliar, yet every word pierced the heart!
It was clearly Xuan Qing's voice...