Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 245 Holy Land, Dead Land
The bronze mirror seemed to reflect Su Moshi's state of mind, trembling violently under the blood-red sky.

The deformed arms that emerged from the cracks continued to wave wildly, and the mouths in each palm repeated the same words... calling out Su Moshi's name and resenting her.

"These...are all my fellow disciples..."

Su Moshi's voice was so soft it was almost swallowed by the wind.

Li Daosheng gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, the cold light gleaming from the blade reflecting on his tense face.

"Let's go down and check; there might still be survivors."

The bronze mirror slowly descended onto the plaza in front of the main hall.

The moment he landed, Li Daosheng felt a sticky sensation under his feet—the entire white jade floor was covered with a layer of translucent, blood-red slime, which made an unpleasant "squeaking" sound when stepped on.

The air was thick with the stench of rusty blood, mixed with a cloying, rotten sweetness that made one want to vomit.

Before the two could examine it closely, a crisp "crack" sound suddenly came from afar.

The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the surface of the two dragon-carved jade pillars in front of the main hall had suddenly cracked with countless fine cracks. Dark red liquid seeped out from the cracks, and the dragons carved on the pillars seemed to come alive, writhing in pain.

“Su…Mo…Shi…”

The hoarse voices came from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint their exact source.

From the shadows of the buildings surrounding the square, dozens of humanoid figures slowly emerged—they had the outlines of disciples of the Supreme Heaven of Separation, but their skin had turned dark red and their surfaces were covered with constantly opening and closing eyeballs.

These monsters made a wet, rattling sound as they moved, leaving bubbling trails of blood in their wake.

Li Daosheng heard Su Moshi take a deep breath, and then he saw her summon a bronze mirror. The blue light emanating from the mirror sliced ​​the three monsters that were the first to pounce in half. However, the severed bodies immediately wriggled and burrowed back into the ground after hitting the ground.

Li Daosheng also swung his sword at a monster that pounced on him. As the sword pierced the body covered with eyeballs, he heard countless tiny screams erupt from the wound.

Even more bizarrely, the severed eyeballs sprouted tiny tentacles after hitting the ground and quickly crawled towards his feet.

Master Su Mo activated his magic, causing the bronze mirror to emit a blue light that struck the eyeballs crawling towards him. Instantly, all the eyeballs burst open, turning into a pool of foul-smelling blood.

Suddenly, Su Moshi stopped moving and looked in a certain direction.

"What's wrong?" Li Daosheng asked.

“Go to the Ancestral Hall…” Su Moshi suddenly said, her eyes becoming unusually vacant, “It’s calling me…”

"Who's calling you?" Li Daosheng looked around warily.

"I don't know... but that voice is very familiar to me, it sounds like... someone I'm very close to..." Su Moshi murmured.

Li Daosheng noticed that her condition was very abnormal; her pupils were slightly dilated, and her breathing was a little rapid, as if she were being pulled by some kind of force.

He was about to dissuade him when Su Moshi had already started walking into the building complex, his steps unsteady as if he were sleepwalking.

Left with no other choice, Li Daosheng immediately drew his sword and followed.

As Li Daosheng passed through the main hall, he saw even more horrifying sights: the walls were splattered with blackened blood, and several corpses were embedded in the walls in bizarre positions, as if they had been forcibly pressed in.

These were all cultivators, yet they died in such a bizarre and tragic way, which is truly unbelievable.

Finally, Su Moshi stopped in front of a grand hall.

The main hall doors were tightly closed. Su Moshi reached out and slowly pushed the door open.

The seemingly casual action instantly turned the entire door into dust.

The bronze mirror hovered three zhang above Su Moshi's head, and the blue light reflected from its surface firmly protected Su Moshi and Li Daosheng.

But... the smell of blood still hit me.

The doors to the main hall are gone.

The Ancestral Master Hall is one of the most important places in the Supreme Heaven of Separation from Hatred. However, at this very moment...

The statue of the patriarch was melting, and worm-like crimson veins emerged from the cracks in the stone, twisting and forming a net around the statue.

The glazed tiles above the Ancestral Hall kept peeling off, but instead of falling, they floated up into the air, turning into a blood mist as they ascended, making the sky even redder.

When Su Mo saw the statue of the patriarch, his whole body trembled violently.

Following her gaze, Li Daosheng noticed that the two characters "Taishang" above the ancestral master statue were constantly oozing a bluish-black liquid.

The liquid dripped onto the ground, making a "sizzling" corrosive sound, and deep, bottomless holes immediately appeared on the bluestone floor tiles.

"This is..." Before Li Daosheng could finish speaking, a strange laugh suddenly rang out in the Ancestral Hall.

The laughter came in layers, as if countless people were laughing at the same time.

What's most chilling is that the tone of each laugh is exactly the same as Su Moshi's.

"They've finally arrived." A cool, clear voice came from deep within the hall.

Li Daosheng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure slowly walking out from behind the statue of the patriarch—it was none other than Su Moshi!

This "Master Su Mo" was dressed in a blood-red Taoist robe, and had a strange vertical line between his eyebrows.

She held a black bronze mirror in her hand, its surface covered with blood-red patterns.

"Who are you?" the real Su Moshi shouted, his bronze mirror gleaming with a sudden burst of blue light.

The red-robed Su Moshi's lips curled into a strange smile: "Me? Don't you know best who I am? Or... have you chosen to seal away that part of your memory? That wouldn't be surprising, the entire Supreme Heaven of Separation was completely unprepared~"

She gently raised her hand, and countless blood lines suddenly shot out from the dark bronze mirror, each one precisely piercing Su Moshi and Li Daosheng.

Li Daosheng swung his sword to parry, only to find that the lines of blood could penetrate the blade and pierce directly into his arm.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Li Daosheng was horrified to discover that his arm was beginning to change—fine red lines appeared under his skin, wriggling like a living thing.

Upon seeing this, Master Su immediately made hand seals and chanted incantations.

The bronze mirror above her head spun rapidly, scattering thousands of blue lights that severed all the incoming blood lines.

"You really forgot?" Red-robed Su Moshi smiled strangely, staring intently at Su Moshi himself.

"Well... let me help you remember."

As she spoke, the entire Ancestral Hall began to twist and deform.

Countless faces appeared on the wall, each one resembling Su Moshi, some crying, some laughing, some angry, some sorrowful.

Li Daosheng suddenly realized something and turned to look at Su Moshi beside him.

At this moment, Su Moshi's face turned deathly pale: "I remember now... it's the Evil Eye... I was the first one corrupted by the evil artifact..."

"I'm……"

"Suicidal."

Su Moshi's mutterings were like a thunderclap to Li Daosheng.

But soon, he was able to understand.

Indeed... if Su Moshi hadn't wanted to end her own life, who could have killed her?
"Your Dao heart has been corrupted, and you want to end your life, but little do you know... I can take advantage of your identity to act."

"What a wonderful Fairy Su! Not a single person in the entire Supreme Heaven of Separation doubts you."

The red-clad Su Moshi laughed shrilly and piercingly:
"So I sent them all to their deaths."

(End of this chapter)