Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 246 The Mystery Remains
The laughter of Su Moshi in red echoed in the distorted Ancestral Hall, and the faces on the walls twisted and deformed, emitting layers of mockery.

The real Master Su Mo stood still, the bronze mirror's blue light flickering—her Dao heart was violently trembling.

“So that’s how it is…” Su Moshi’s voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, “That day I sensed the evil energy entering my body, and knowing I was powerless to reverse it, I decided to seal the demon with my life…”

The woman in red suddenly sprang to her feet, a beam of blood-red light shooting from the dark bronze mirror: "Suicide? It's good you're not dead... I've been looking for you for so long... I can sense that you're still alive, but I can't find where you are."

"As expected, you'll only come out if the entire Supreme Heaven of Separation and Hatred is buried with you."

A beam of blood struck Su Moshi's chest, causing her to stagger back several steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Li Daosheng swung his sword at the woman in red, but she easily knocked him away with a flick of her wrist.

The woman in red didn't even glance at him, her entire attention focused on Su Moshi: "I'll give you a chance. If you willingly submit to me, I'll let the others of the Supreme Lihentian go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground of the Ancestral Hall suddenly cracked open, and countless blood-red vines burst forth from the earth.

These vines are covered with fine barbs, each tip gleaming with a dark, ominous light.

The vines entwined around the disciples that Su Moshi recognized, as well as some elders with their eyes closed.

The barbs pierced their Taoist robes, and blood stained their white garments.

“I told them that I cultivate the Supreme Dao of Forgetfulness, and that I need to borrow the feelings of my fellow disciples to sever the seven emotions and six desires…” Red-robed Su Moshi slowly stepped forward, the black bronze mirror reflecting Su Moshi’s pained face. “They did not suspect anything and lent me a wisp of divine thought. Haha~ Demonic thoughts grew and evil energy clung to me. I thought it would take some effort, but I did not expect it to be so simple.”

“Master Su Mo…”

"You have such good relationships; the entire Supreme Heaven of Separation trusts you so much..."

Her voice carried a hint of mockery, but more so of resentment: "So, would you be willing to let me...eat you for their sake?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Ancestral Hall began to shake violently, and the faces of the people bound on the thorns underground suddenly became extremely ferocious and painful.

Su Moshi looked at his fellow disciples who were entangled in thorns, seemingly tempted.

Li Daosheng had a vague feeling that something was wrong. Could Su Moshi have been persuaded by the "inner demon" that had grown out of his body?
However, she slowly raised her hand, and the bronze mirror floated above her palm, emitting an unprecedentedly brilliant blue light.

“You are my sin. I will eliminate you first, and then save everyone.” Su Moshi’s voice suddenly became unusually calm. “Such threats are useless.”

Upon hearing this, the woman in red's smile froze.

The black bronze mirror in her hand trembled violently, and the blood-red patterns on its surface writhed as if they were alive.

"You exist because of my existence; you are the dust in my heart, the flaw tainted by evil artifacts."

Li Daosheng looked at Su Moshi in surprise.

She continued, "So, only I can kill you. If I don't want to, you can't kill me at all."

The woman in red suddenly let out a shrill laugh: "Then come and try!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman in red suddenly threw the black bronze mirror into the air.

The bronze mirror swelled in the wind, transforming into a gigantic mirror that blotted out the sky, reflecting countless images—scenes from Su Moshi's memories: her trepidation when she first stepped into the Supreme Heaven of Separation from Hatred, her fear when she accepted the position of Dao Child, her unease in the face of her fellow disciples' admiration…

Su Moshi gazed silently at the image in the mirror without speaking. She simply raised her hand, and the blue light from the bronze mirror suddenly transformed into thousands of threads, each one precisely piercing the image.

The moment the blue light touched the screen, those memory scenes shattered like bubbles.

The red-clad Su Moshi flew into a rage. She formed hand seals, and countless arrows of blood suddenly shot out from the black bronze mirror.

These blood arrows transformed into Su Moshi's faces in mid-air, each with a ferocious expression as it lunged at the real Su Moshi.

"You say you cultivate the Supreme Path of Forgetfulness, but you don't know that forgetting emotions is not the same as being heartless."

Su Moshi took a step further. The bronze mirror in her hand suddenly split into twelve small mirrors that surrounded her. "Instead, it is about understanding one's true nature and knowing what I am."

The twelve bronze mirrors simultaneously emitted a blue light, and the ferocious faces that rushed towards them were illuminated by the blue light, and they all stopped in mid-air. The ferocity on their faces gradually faded and turned into calm.

The woman in red let out a piercing scream. Her body suddenly split open, and countless blood-red thorns burst forth from within her. On each thorn grew a face of Su Moshi, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes angry, sometimes sorrowful.

These thorns grew wildly and instantly filled the entire space of the Ancestral Hall.

Seeing this, Li Daosheng quickly withdrew from the Ancestral Hall.

He didn't make a move; Master Su Mo... wanted to understand these causes and effects himself.

"The Supreme Mysterious Light illuminates the true nature of the heart," came Master Su Mo's voice.

She clasped her hands together, and the twelve small mirrors instantly merged into one, transforming into a huge ancient bronze mirror.

Ancient runes appeared on the mirror's surface, each rune radiating a terrifying power.

The dazzling light emanating from the bronze mirror instantly melted away the blood-red thorns. The woman in red let out a painful howl as her body began to disintegrate, but the resentment in her eyes grew even stronger.

"It's no use!" the woman in red shrieked. "I am you! As long as you live, I will never disappear!"

Su Moshi did not answer. She slowly walked towards the woman in red, leaving a glowing footprint on the ground with each step.

When she walked up to the woman in red, she suddenly reached out and gently pressed her hand on the other woman's forehead.

“You’re right, you are a part of me.” Su Moshi’s voice was unusually calm. “Therefore, you cannot disappear into the world.”

The woman in red froze, and the resentment in her eyes gradually turned into fear.

She suddenly understood what Su Moshi was going to do.

If she were to be completely destroyed at this moment, given her inherent evil nature and her connection with Master Su Mo, it would only be a matter of time before she were reborn somewhere in the world.

But if Su Moshi imprisons her inside his body, then it's truly over...

"no, do not want!"

The woman in red began to become transparent, and the ferocity on her face gradually faded, eventually turning into pure fear.

"I won't see you anymore. I'll let everyone go, okay? Please let me go..."

As she spoke, she gestured to the crowd of people from the Supreme Heaven of Separation, causing the blood-red thorns binding them to dissipate, and the bound people collapsed to the ground one by one.

The jet-black bronze mirror fell from the sky and turned into dust the moment it hit the ground.

She seemed very sincere.

However, Su Moshi remained unmoved.

Golden light burst from her fingertips, completely transforming the red-clad Su Moshi's body into specks of fluorescent light, which then merged into the divine palace between her eyebrows.

however……

The red-clad Su Moshi has disappeared.

However, the distorted appearance of the entire Ancestral Hall remained unchanged.

The walls were still covered with faces resembling Su Moshi.

The two characters "Supreme" still dripped liquid.

The melting statue of the patriarch continued unabated...

Su Moshi opened his eyes.

The real root of the problem was not my own wishful thinking and inner demons.

(End of this chapter)