The Immortal’s "White Moonlight" Reborn - Chapter 27

“Senior Sister, it hurts so much”

“Madman! You are a complete madman! How dare you? That is URGH, AAAAHHH!!!” The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Souls screamed in agony. His soul writhed within the chains; those pitch-black shackles bit into his spirit body like serpents, draining his essence to fuel the array.

She was using a Demon as a sacrificial offering and employing a forbidden Demonic ritual to resurrect her Junior Sister. Did she not fear bringing back a monster?

When the wave of energy extraction finally ebbed, the sacrificial Demon Lord took a long time to find his voice. His soul had grown significantly weaker; at this rate, it wouldn’t be long before his True Immortal spirit was milked dry.

Terror reached its peak in his heart. He realized that if he didn’t do something now, it would be too late.

“Release me… I can help you find a better way, a much better way than this! In the rift between the Six Domains, there is a primordial secret realm! Within it lies the forbidden art of Time Reversal!” Reversing time was a taboo that even those in the Divine Realm could not easily interfere with. While it carried fewer side effects for the resurrected, its success rate was less than one percent of the Demon Realm’s ritual. Naturally, the Demon Lord had no intention of explaining the downsides; he only wanted to buy himself time.

He knew she wouldn’t let him go easily, so he offered a more seductive trade. Since Yun Heng was willing to delve into the Demonic Path to save her sister, there was no reason she wouldn’t be tempted by his proposal.

But Yun Heng’s reaction caught him off guard. The Immortal Sovereign, currently filling in the array lines, merely paused for a fleeting second before returning to her meticulous work.

This array was her final hope. Yun Heng was cautious, not daring to make even the slightest error.

The Demon Lord repeated his offer in a raspy voice, but Yun Heng ignored him entirely.

Tears of blood flowed from his ghostly eyes. He felt a profound, bitter regret. Had he known this would happen, he would have killed Yun Heng at the border a hundred years ago, regardless of the cost.

Truthfully, there had been a significant gap in their power back then. His plan to refine the entire Wenshen Sect into a Demonic Artifact had failed, but his avatar had perished alongside a key figure. That death had dealt a devastating blow to Yun Heng, causing her to reveal several fatal openings on the battlefield.

He and the two other Demon Lords had joined forces to wound her severely. That had been the best and only chance to end her! But Yun Heng’s prestige had loomed over them for so long that even when she was gravely injured, the way her sword pointed at them terrified them. They hadn’t dared to pursue, throwing away their golden opportunity.

Yun Heng had returned to the Wenshen Sect to recover for decades. When she reappeared, she tore through his territory, putting him and all his confidants to the sword.

Once she had regained her strength, they were no match for her, especially since the other two Demon Lords hadn’t even reached the True Immortal realm. The relationship between Demon Lords was delicate; they cooperated for profit, but they were rivals at heart. Since Yun Heng’s wrath was directed solely at the Ten Thousand Souls Lord, the other two had hidden in their domains like turtles, pretending they saw nothing.

Isolated and helpless, the Demon Lord had been subjected to a thousand cuts. Had he not still been useful, his soul would have been tortured into non-existence long ago.

After finishing the array, Yun Heng inspected every detail. She then took a jade slip from a nearby shelf, infused it with Immortal Power, and a passage of text imprinted itself onto the array.

These were Ancient Demonic Glyphs. Even a Demon Lord might not recognize them.

The text detailed the ritual of resurrection. Though it was a Demonic creation, Yun Heng had been pushed to the edge. How can a person possessed by an Inner Demon remain rational? She had no choice. Even if it was a poisoned lifeline, she had to grasp it.

As long as she could bring her Junior Sister back, she was willing to pay any price.

She sliced off a fragment of the Demon Lord’s soul and tossed it in, then used a sword-glint to open a gash on her wrist. When her blood merged with the pattern, the array began to churn.

In an instant, black mist billowed. The power extracted from the Demon Lord’s spirit transformed into pure Demonic Energy, condensing into a “Seed” before him.

The energy didn’t focus entirely on the seed; some of it drifted, even tainting Yun Heng’s clothes. Normally, such filth could never touch her, but because her will and power were now laced with distractions, the Demonic Qi found a way in.

Thump-thump… thump-thump.

A faint heartbeat echoed from within the Seed, as if a living thing were about to hatch.

Yun Heng approached the Seed and stroked it with trembling care. A faint, fractured light flickered in her eyes. Is it almost time?

However, the Seed had not yet fully digested the sacrifice. It couldn’t maintain its form for long. Before Yun Heng could check its progress, it dissolved back into the array.

Yun Heng was forced to pour her own power into the formation to hasten its “ripening” into a vessel.

Exhausted, she stood up to leave the dark dungeon. As she was about to close the door, the weakened Demon Lord suddenly “changed faces.”

This was literal. The Ten Thousand Souls Lord practiced a technique involving countless souls; his body housed a multitude of spirits. The soul that had been begging was his primary soul, which had finally lost consciousness from the strain. Another face now took its place.

This was a more deranged spirit. He didn’t beg or negotiate. Instead, he let out a high-pitched, eerie laugh, as if he’d found something hilarious.

“Hahaha! Is the sovereign actually using our Demon Realm’s resurrection art? Let me see… Oh, you want to revive your sister with our secret technique? Does she know? Does she know she’ll be brought back as a monster?”

The doorframe of the dungeon deformed under Yun Heng’s grip. She stood in the shadows with her eyes downcast, hearing every word.

“How interesting. If she becomes a monster, will the Sovereign perform a ‘righteous execution’? Oh, wait—if she becomes a Demon, wouldn’t she be one of us? Hahaha! What an honor! What an honor!” The spirit’s laughter was thick with mockery.

“I wonder if the monster you hatch will have any reason or memory left. If she remembers the past, she’ll probably hate you to death!”

I won’t let that happen. A-Qu won’t be a monster. But she would no longer be a pure human. That was the price of resurrection.

Will she hate me?

Yun Heng felt the unhealed wound in her heart being torn open again, blood trickling from her chest. She was terrified. She was terrified that her sister would despise her.

She stood at the door for a long time. Finally, she reactivated the array and slammed the door shut over the Demon Lord’s screams.

The blizzard returned outside, blurring the landscape of Cloud Mist Mountain. Yun Heng was torn by her conflicting emotions. When she snapped out of her daze, she found she had walked to the training grounds on the back of the mountain.

This was where her sister had practiced as a child. Sadly, her sister had no talent for the sword, and after her illness was diagnosed, she had to give it up entirely.

But the girl had loved following her since she was small. Whenever Yun Heng practiced, a tiny figure would sit on the nearby steps. From childhood to adulthood, that never changed. A-Qu was well-behaved and quiet; even when other children were at their most mischievous, she was never a source of worry.

A gust of snow whipped past. For a fleeting moment, Yun Heng thought she saw a small child sitting there, watching her dutifully. Yun Heng rushed forward, her expression shifting, but behind the snow was only empty space.

She stared blankly at the empty spot, the void in her heart tearing wider.

She walked to the steps and sat where her sister used to sit. The view from here was excellent; one could see the entire training ground.

“A-Qu” Yun Heng pressed a hand to her heart. The pain was almost unbearable.

“Am I doing the wrong thing again?”

The Demon Lord’s words had planted a seed of doubt. But whenever she wavered, her Inner Demon arrived on schedule.

Senior Sister.

Yun Heng’s body jolted. She looked up. Before her stood the scarred, broken figure of her sister.

Senior Sister, it hurts so much. The call was laced with a sob. Yun Heng’s heart constricted, and the taste of iron rose in her throat.

Yun Heng had extracted fragments of the “death” her sister experienced from the broken Life Token. She had seen the Heavenly Lightning, seen that frail body collapse under the violent power. The sister she had cherished and protected from every bump and bruise had disintegrated into nothingness in such agony.

For a hundred years, Yun Heng had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she fell into a nightmare. In those dreams, a blood-soaked sister would cry to her: “Senior Sister, it hurts.”

She could never save her in her dreams. This cycle had continued for a century.

Tears fell one by one onto the ground. Nightmare and Inner Demon entwined, pushing her to a crumbling precipice.

Dong Shiyue’s concern was justified. Yun Heng was trapped in a hundred years ago. She couldn’t leave, and she didn’t want to. Had it not been for that single thread of hope, she likely wouldn’t have survived this long.

Senior Sister, I want to live. Please save me, okay?

A wisp of dark, ominous energy enveloped Yun Heng. She “saw” her sister hugging her, burying her head in Yun Heng’s lap and sobbing quietly. Blood dripped from her wounds, forming a small puddle at her feet.

This was the tragedy of her sister’s end. Yun Heng’s bloodless lips trembled, her eyes overflowing with pain. She reached out with trembling hands to pull the “person” into her arms, but she caught only air.

She collapsed onto the ground. The biting snow blurred her vision and chilled her heart. Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, staining the snow like blooming plum blossoms.

She didn’t use her Immortal Power to protect herself. Soon, a thin layer of snow covered her. From a distance, she looked entirely devoid of life.

“Don’t be afraid, A-Qu.” Yun Heng’s eyes were bloodshot, heavy tears hitting the ground. Driven by a singular obsession, she whispered, “I will save you. Senior Sister will definitely save you.”

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