Douluo Continent: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? A Soul Beast Pagoda!

Chapter 79 I deserve to die!

In a wilderness within the Kingdom of Barak.

The night was as dark as ink, with few stars, and only a bright moon hung high, its clear light shining on the makeshift camp.

When the Holy Knights squad is on a mission, someone will be on guard at night to prevent attacks from the Fallen or wild beasts.

Tonight, Qian Renxue and Tian Yue will be keeping watch.

Tianyue sat on a relatively flat rock, one hand supporting her cheek, the other idly holding a thin wooden stick, poking at the embers by the campfire, making soft crackling sounds.

She secretly glanced at the platinum-gold figure sitting cross-legged with eyes slightly closed not far away.

Qian Renxue wore a simple white inner shirt and a light armor on top. Her long golden hair was simply tied back, with a few strands falling in front of her forehead.

The moonlight outlined her perfect profile, but it also made her aloofness and detachment even more apparent.

well----

Tian Yue sighed inwardly.

Sister Xue is like this—she hasn't been truly happy since what happened with Jiang Bai. All she does all day is cultivate, exterminate the fallen, and shut herself off.

This can't go on!

She wanted to talk to Qian Renxue to distract her, but she was afraid of disturbing her meditation. After struggling with this for a long time, she finally gave up and could only continue to idly poke at the fire, looking up at the lonely moon.

The night is so long, I really want to talk to someone.

At this moment, Qian Renxue was not in deep meditation and cultivation as Tian Yue had expected.

Her consciousness was sinking into the depths of her own spiritual sea.

This is a vast and boundless golden ocean, its light gentle and sacred, representing the purity of the Angelic Martial Soul and the bloodline of the Six-Winged Angel.

However, in the heart of this golden ocean, floats an "outsider" that is completely out of place with its surroundings.

It was a purplish-black ball of light, roughly the size of a human head, that was slowly rotating.

The edges of the light cluster were blurred, and its interior was deep and dark, as if it were connected to some unknown void.

It floated there silently, exuding a cold, lifeless aura that was also faintly related to Qian Renxue's own soul power.

This purplish-black light suddenly appeared in her spiritual sea about half a year ago.

Qian Renxue tried countless times to investigate, communicate with, and even drive it away, but all her efforts were in vain.

It was like a silent ghost, dwelling in the deepest part of her soul, neither increasing nor decreasing, never leaving or abandoning her.

The only thing that reassured her slightly was that the ball of light did not show any aggression or corrosiveness. On the contrary, it seemed to be a part of her own power, just existing in a form that she did not yet understand.

What exactly is it?

Qian Renxue's thoughts transformed into a small golden light figure, floating not far from the purplish-black light cluster, quietly observing.

Angelic Martial Soul is pure light and holiness, but this purplish-black aura carries the scent of darkness and death.

But why do I feel like it shares the same origin as me?

She cautiously tried to extend a wisp of golden spiritual energy towards the ball of light.

As she had done countless times before, the moment her thoughts touched the surface of the ball of light, a cold, sorrowful, yet incredibly familiar throbbing sensation surged through her consciousness like an electric current.

In a daze, she seemed to see a dark lake, a white figure floating in the darkness, several wounds glowing with a purplish-black light—and a pair of tightly closed, pale lips.

Ginger White —

A sudden pain shot through my heart.

Qian Renxue abruptly withdrew her thoughts, and the golden light figure trembled slightly.

She dared not delve any deeper, fearing that the overwhelming memories and pain would once again overwhelm her.

Unable to find an answer, she could only suppress her doubts and anxieties for the time being.

The mind withdraws from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes.

His purple eyes appeared deep and weary in the moonlight, the hidden pain well concealed beneath a cold mask.

She turned her head and looked at Tian Yue, who was gazing at the moon with a bored expression.

"Tian Yue".

A cold, clear voice broke the silence of the night.

"Ah? Sister Xue! You're awake?" Tianyue quickly dropped the wooden stick in her hand, turned around, and forced a smile. "I'm on night watch, and I'm wide awake!"

Qian Renxue felt a warmth in her heart as she looked at her trying to keep up a good spirit.

Tian Yue is the granddaughter of Golden Crocodile Douluo. She grew up with her since childhood. She has a lively and carefree personality and is one of the few people who can bring her some warmth in these cold days.

"Go and rest." Qian Renxue stood up, patted off imaginary dust from her armor, and smiled slightly. "Leave the rest to me."

"No, no!"

Tianyue waved her hands repeatedly and stood up as well, "I'm really not sleepy! Sister Xue, you're the one who should rest more. You've been charging ahead on the front lines these past few days, and you've been putting in the most effort—"

Looking at Qian Renxue's face, still perfect yet overly pale in the moonlight, she couldn't help but say, "Sister Xue, you should smile more! You look so beautiful when you smile! Even though you used to have a cold face, there was light in your eyes, but now—"

Tian Yue stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence, wishing she could slap herself.

You really know how to bring up the most sensitive topic!

As expected, upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's eyes dimmed instantly, and the corners of her mouth that had just turned up fell back down.

She raised her head and gazed at the bright, clear moon.

"But—" her voice was as soft as a sigh, "he's gone. No matter how beautiful I am—who can I show it to?"

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Tianyue opened her mouth, but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't utter a single word. Frustrated, she lowered her head, wishing she could turn back time.

I'm so damn stupid!

To break the suffocating silence and sorrow, Tianyue frantically raised her head, pointed to the sky, and tried to change the subject: "Xue—Sister Xue! Look! The moon tonight—it's so round and bright! Haha—"

Qian Renxue's gaze followed her finger and fell once again on the lonely moon.

The moonlight shone down on the earth and on her, but it only made her feel a bone-chilling cold.

"Yes—" she murmured softly, her voice ethereal, "The moon is still the same moon. But—I can no longer admire the moon with him."

She slowly closed her eyes, as if she had returned to the dazzling lantern festival in Yelin City, where lights shone brightly and people mingled.

Hand in hand, they strolled through the bustling crowd, watching fireworks, solving riddles, and sharing a sweet pastry.

And that kiss, innocent yet passionate, in the corner, bathed in the interplay of moonlight and lamplight—

At the time, it was only common.

Looking back now, my heart is breaking.

After a long while, she opened her eyes, gazed at the bright moon that seemed to have never changed since time immemorial, and murmured softly, her voice filled with endless desolation and longing.

"The bright moon was there then—"

"Once the colorful clouds returned—"

The poem fades, the wilderness is silent, only the night wind howls.

She bit her lip hard, wishing she could slap herself.

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