Apocalypse: Why did you provoke her? She's a cultivator.

Chapter 127 Master, Don't Go
She suddenly laughed, her laughter hoarse like a broken gong, and blood foam spilled from the corner of her mouth, trickling down her chin.

So this is what it looks like when you reach the end.

He thought that after being reborn, he could start cultivating again and return to the world of cultivation, but he never expected that he couldn't even pass the Golden Core Tribulation today.

My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and my consciousness felt like it was sinking into an icy lake.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, a faint warmth suddenly came from her chest, like a small ember that was about to go out in the winter night.

That touch...

Ye Qiumian was startled, and her unfocused pupils suddenly contracted.

She remembered.

In the cultivation world, for her safety, her master gave her a jade pendant the size of a thumb after she successfully guided qi into her body.

He said that if he encountered a life-or-death crisis, he would infuse the jade pendant with spiritual energy.

It could save her life in a critical moment.

Although she later encountered several crises, she remembered that it was a trump card her master had given her to save her life.

She kept it in her spatial storage, and over time she almost forgot about the trump card her master had given her to save her life.

At that time, my master was already a Mahayana cultivator, so the things he gave me that could save my life must not be ordinary.

When the eighth lightning tribulation exploded, she was thrown away, her clothes torn to shreds.

Only the space remained completely unaffected, and it was unknown what level of treasure her space contained.

Ye Qiumian's fingers trembled as she used her last bit of strength to take the jade pendant out of her spatial storage.

When I pinched the jade pendant between my fingertips, I immediately felt its icy coolness.

The jade pendant has a very unique color.

The base color is a kind of almost transparent cold white, much like the ice that has never melted in the depths of the far north ice plains for thousands of years, but it has more of the unique warmth of jade than ice, and it does not feel stiff and cold to the touch like ordinary jade.

Illuminated by the lightning, the edges of the jade pendant faintly revealed a bluish-green hue.

At this moment, the ninth lightning tribulation overhead finally unleashed a deafening roar.

A jet of purplish-black lightning tore through the clouds, carrying the majestic power of heaven, and crashed straight down.

As she gazed at the bolt of lightning that pierced the heavens and earth, a faint yet tenacious light suddenly ignited in her previously lifeless eyes.

There was no time to hesitate.

She gritted her teeth and forced the last remaining, faint, firefly-like spiritual energy deep within her dantian towards her fingertips with all her might.

The spiritual energy was so thin, like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any moment in the wind, that it seeped in little by little from the point where the fingertips touched the jade pendant.

"Om-"

The jade pendant suddenly emitted a clear, resonant tremor, no longer as cold as before, but instead emitted a warm, white light.

The white light was initially faint, like a thin mist, but it grew stronger and stronger, eventually condensing into a hazy halo in front of her.

Within the halo of light, a figure was slowly coalescing.

His face was obscured; all that could be discerned was that he was a man dressed in a blue robe.

He was slender, standing with his hands behind his back, exuding an indescribable aura of power.

That was the unique aura of a Mahayana cultivator, an aura that seemed to be able to control the laws of heaven and earth. Even the raging lightning tribulation above seemed to freeze for a moment under this aura.

Ye Qiumian's breathing suddenly stopped.

That figure...that aura...

It's Master!
It was the master who saved her, raised her with all his heart, and cared for her with all his might!
"Master...Master?" Her voice was hoarse beyond recognition, as if it had been sanded, and trembled with disbelief.

She had imagined that the jade pendant could be any kind of treasure, but she never imagined that it contained a trace of her master's soul.

To have one's soul forcibly ripped away is a pain comparable to the soul shattering!
Master actually went to such lengths for her!
At this moment, Ye Qiumian felt an indescribable pain spreading throughout her heart.

The figure in the halo seemed to move slightly; though still blurry, it exuded a familiar gentleness and warmth.

“Master——!”

This time, she practically screamed it out; all the longing, grievances, and despair she had accumulated over so long burst forth from her throat at this moment.

Tears could no longer be held back, mingling with the blood on his face as they rolled down, splashing onto the charred ground and leaving a small, dark stain.

She tried to reach out and touch the figure, but her limbs were already injured by the lightning tribulation and she couldn't move them. She could only let her tears blur her vision and choke out again and again, "Master...it really is you..."

The figure in the green robe did not respond, but slowly raised his hand.

As he raised his hand, the warm white light suddenly surged, forming an invisible barrier to meet the purplish-black ninth lightning tribulation above his head.

The roar of the lightning tribulation dissipated in the white light, and the purplish-black lightning, like ink drops thrown into still water, quickly dissolved into the warm halo.

The world suddenly fell silent, with only the thin sunlight falling on the scorched earth after the calamity clouds dispersed.

The master's spirit stood in the halo, the white light around him had faded considerably, and his figure was even more blurry than before, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.

He turned around to face Ye Qiumian, who was lying on the ground.

Although she couldn't see his features clearly, she could clearly feel his gaze falling on her, carrying a tenderness that transcended time and space.

Then he laughed.

That smile was gentle, like a spring breeze brushing against the willow branches, hiding countless doting affections—it was the way he applied medicine to her knee when she fell while practicing swordsmanship as a child; it was the way he smiled and praised her for her "good aptitude" when she first induced qi into her body; it was the way he pretended to be angry but still gave her a piece of candy when she secretly touched his spiritual herb.

"Mianmian..."

He seemed to want to say something, his voice as soft as a sigh, but it was broken up by the wind and carried away in the air.

The next moment, the figure in the green robe began to become transparent, turning into specks of light, like fireflies scattered by the wind, slowly drifting upwards.

"Master!"

Ye Qiumian struggled frantically to crawl forward, her fingertips drawing deep bloodstains on the scorched earth. "Don't go! Master—"

She reached out, desperately trying to grab the fluorescent light, but her fingertips passed through the particles of light and only managed to catch a handful of cold wind.

The last bit of fluorescence dissipated above her palm, along with that familiar aura, which vanished without a trace.

She collapsed to the ground, her chest heaving violently, tears streaming down her face, splashing onto her empty palms, hot and cold.

“Master…Master…”

Sobs mixed with whimpers echoed in the vast emptiness, carrying a heart-wrenching desolation.

Meanwhile, in a secluded mountain cave thousands of miles away in the cultivation world.

The cave was filled with spiritual energy, and a cultivator in a blue robe sat cross-legged on the stone bed.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, his aura as still as an ancient rock, as if he had been sitting in meditation for thousands of years.

Suddenly, his eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes snapped open!

Those were eyes as deep as the starry sea, but now they were churning with turbulent waves.

He raised his hand to his chest, his fingertips trembling slightly; he had clearly felt it in that instant.

The wisp of divine soul that he had separated in his early years to protect Mianmian had begun to stir.

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