The dawn had returned, and the darkness began to fade. The Holy Lord of the demonic sect, who was capable of bringing eternal night to the world and dominating all creation, was killed instantly by Yu Yi’s single Jian strike.
His physical body was sliced into two halves from the middle, a look of utter disbelief frozen on his face.
However, he was not yet dead.
The destruction of the physical body alone was not enough to make a Holy Sovereign vanish completely.
At the exact moment his physical body was split in two, the leader of the Seven Apostles — who had remained silent and mysterious until now — finally took action.
He transformed his entire body into a cloud of black mist, soaring toward the remains of the Holy Sovereign’s physical body.
This leader was not merely the strongest of the Seven Apostles; his existence carried a special significance — to sacrifice himself to preserve the Holy Sovereign’s divine soul!
This was the Holy Sovereign’s trump card!
As long as his divine soul remained, he could be reborn once more!
However, such a small trick could not escape Yu Yi’s eyes. Just as the black mist evaded the sunlight, heading toward the Holy Sovereign under the cover of the final remnants of darkness, Yu Yi’s sharp gaze was already locked onto him.
Yu Yi said indifferently, “Did Grandmaster give you permission to move?”
In the next instant, an eye of the wind appeared out of thin air above the black mist. It cast down a massive gale, instantly pinning the cloud of black mist to the ground.
As the black mist was forcibly crushed into nothingness by the wind, the Holy Sovereign was left beyond salvation. He could only watch helplessly as his divine soul withered away bit by bit.
He let out a final, unwilling roar, “Yu Yi, I will wait for you in hell! When that time comes, I — “
Before he could finish, Yu Yi struck with another Jian. This precise finishing blow caused the Holy Sovereign to be completely annihilated.
“You talk too much. It’s annoying to listen to,” Yu Yi said with considerable disdain.
She then shifted her gaze to the only remaining member, the Second Saint, Jia Lang.
Jia Lang knew the situation was hopeless and that he alone could not cause any more trouble. He gathered Demonic Qi in his hand, preparing to strike his own crown to commit suicide.
Yu Yi would not let him die so easily.
Just as Jia Lang was about to act, his body suddenly froze. He stumbled and fell backward. A wind blade swept past, severing his arm.
The moment he hit the ground, the soil beneath him coalesced into numerous human hands, pinning him firmly to the earth and rendering him unable to move.
“Hmm?” Yu Yi narrowed her eyes slightly at the sight.
She looked down and found Su Cheng looking up, her eyes meeting Yu Yi’s. It was indeed Su Cheng who had acted just now.
“Master, could you leave this person to your disciple to handle?” Su Cheng requested respectfully.
Yu Yi thought for a moment before asking, “Does this person have a connection to your enemy?”
Su Cheng nodded slightly. “Your disciple just remembered some things. I thought perhaps I could get some information out of him.”
Yu Yi knew nothing of Su Cheng’s background. Ever since she had joined the Sect, she had never mentioned it to Yu Yi. She had never spoken of where the scar on her forehead came from or who had caused it.
Perhaps it wasn’t that Su Cheng was unwilling to speak, but that she herself could not remember clearly.
She only remembered that someone had once caused her immense pain, but the specific details of what happened remained a blur. Forgetfulness was one of humanity’s self-preservation mechanisms.
Whenever she tried to recall the past, fragmented memories would flood her mind, causing her great discomfort. That scar was like a thorn embedded in her heart, bringing torment and pain from time to time.
Thus, she had decided to search for her enemy in her own way, even without clues, swearing to ensure a Blood Debt for Blood and thoroughly resolve this knot in her heart.
Yu Yi naturally had no reason to refuse Su Cheng.
She nodded slightly and said, “Master told you before that revenge is not just your own business, but a matter for the entire Among the Colorful Clouds. Therefore, Master will give you a certain degree of assistance.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Yi suddenly struck. She threw out a palm, and Zhenqi surged into Jia Lang’s body, instantly crippling his entire cultivation.
As the Second Saint, Jia Lang was considered the most stable person within the Demon Sect, and his will was exceptionally firm. If it were merely an interrogation through torture, he would not have been afraid at all.
But for some reason, when he noticed the way Su Cheng was staring at him, his hair stood on end, and a chill ran down his spine. His body reacted instinctively, sending a message to his brain — ‘This woman is dangerous.’
With that, the Demon Sect, which had just made its comeback, was swiftly wiped out once more. There was no longer any need for everyone to remain here.
The forces of the Orthodox Faction dispersed one after another, while Yu Yi and the others took Jia Lang back to the Fengqing Sect.
Now that the Old Sect Master had passed away and the Successor Disciple, Fu Yi, was missing with her fate unknown, Lü Qi — as the head instructor of the Wind Sect — had many matters to handle.
When they arrived back at the Fengqing Sect gate, a familiar figure was standing there.
When Lü Qi saw that person, she took a step forward and questioned sharply, “Who are you?”
The other person looked at her with a somewhat strange expression and asked in return, “Lady Child of the Wind God, have you… just woken up? Is your eyesight failing?”
Lü Qi was stunned. She said in disbelief, “Fu Yi… is it really you?”
The person appearing before everyone was indeed Fu Yi, who had been presumed dead.
She stood at the mountain gate perfectly fine; aside from some torn clothing and slightly messy hair, there wasn’t a single wound to be seen on her body.
This left Lü Qi deeply perplexed. Moreover, in the entire world, Fu Yi was the only one who would address her as “Lady Child of the Wind God” while using an informal “you” instead of the respectful form.
However, she shouldn’t have been able to leave all her companions behind and escape unscathed.
Furthermore, if that were the case, she should have returned much earlier to report on the battle at Cangjin Cave, rather than appearing only now.
“Lady Child of the Wind God, I know what you want to ask.”
Seeing Lü Qi’s furrowed brows and bewildered expression, Fu Yi spoke slowly, “In my memory, I should have already died in Cangjin Cave. But after I regained consciousness, I found myself back at the Sect alone. I have absolutely no memory of what happened before…”
She whispered to herself, “Could it be that I’ve seen a ghost…”
“There’s such a thing?” Lü Qi felt her head ache even more as she finished listening. She murmured, “Strange, this is truly too strange. It doesn’t make any sense at all.”
The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, so she simply stopped dwelling on it. Now was not the time to fret over such things.
She adopted a serious expression and said in a heavy tone, “Fu Yi, your Master…”
“I know.” Fu Yi’s expression darkened. “The junior brothers and sisters who stayed at the Sect have already told me. I have some things I want to say to you.”
“Let’s go,” Lü Qi said with a long sigh. “Regarding the future.”
With that, Lü Qi led Fu Yi elsewhere.
“Master, your disciple will take her leave first,” Su Cheng said, bowing to Yu Yi. She dragged Jia Lang toward Yu Yi and said, “Master, I’ll go have a ‘heart-to-heart’ with this fellow now.”
Yu Yi did not respond to Su Cheng. She watched Fu Yi’s departing back, her expression somewhat subtle.
“Master?” Su Cheng’s voice came again. “Is there something wrong with the two of them?”
“It’s nothing,” Yu Yi replied indifferently as she snapped back to her senses.
She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but in that brief moment, she seemed to sense a trace of a familiar aura within Fu Yi’s eyes.