We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? - Chapter 282: He Wanted to See the Blood Kui Flowers Bloom

In reality, Xiao Mo emerged from the Book of a Hundred Lives and slowly opened his eyes.

[Host has completed the fourth life (Wangxin) experience in the Book of a Hundred Lives. Task rewards are being calculated. During the calculation period, the host may enter the River of Time to observe the subsequent development of the fourth life in the Book of a Hundred Lives as an observer. Does the host wish to enter?]

“Yes!”

Xiao Mo didn’t hesitate at all.

In the fourth life of the Book of a Hundred Lives, Xiao Mo felt that what he had done at the end should not have been too problematic.

He had already created a path to heaven for Wangxin.

In Xiao Mo’s view, this was truly the only method available.

Otherwise, if Wangxin were to cultivate normally.

Even if Wangxin stepped into the Ascension realm, so what?

Relying solely on her own abilities, she might not necessarily be able to step into the Buddha realm that had disappeared since the ancient era. However, what Xiao Mo worried about was, even though he had built this path for Wangxin, would Wangxin actually walk upon this path?

And could Wangxin truly complete the stairway to Buddhahood and smoothly reach the Buddha realm?

This was really hard to say.

After all, since ancient times, the spiritual power of heaven and earth had become sparse. Wangxin might not truly be able to become the exception after the ancient era.

He could only see with his own eyes what would happen next.

[Please prepare, host. You will enter the River of Time momentarily. Countdown, three…]

As Xiao Mo’s consciousness blurred for a moment.

When Xiao Mo came to his senses, he had already arrived at the River of Time.

The moment Xiao Mo returned to the battlefield, he saw that the stairway to Buddhahood had already vanished, and Wangxin was still at the Immortal realm, with no changes compared to before.

Just as Xiao Mo had worried, as expected, Wangxin had not stepped onto this stairway to Buddhahood.

Otherwise, even if Wangxin had not achieved the Buddha realm, stepping into Ascension should have been effortless.

In Xiao Mo’s heart, to say there were no regrets would be impossible but Xiao Mo believed he had already done his best, everything that should have been done had been done.

One could only say that not everything would go as one expected.

As for Xu Jing and the others, because they had been sacrificed by Xiao Mo, their foundations had already been damaged. It was difficult for them to return to the Ascension realm. At this time, being able to maintain their strength at the Immortal realm was already extraordinarily difficult.

So after Xiao Mo’s death, the strength of the Buddhist sect and the demonic sect was relatively balanced.

For the demonic sect to destroy Kongnian Temple had already become impossible.

Moreover, now that Xiao Mo was dead, the demonic sect was without a leader. Whose words would they listen to? Who could command their respect?

So in the end, the demonic cultivators could only disperse on their own.

At this time, the disciples of the Buddhist temples were also long since exhausted and didn’t want to force the demonic sect into a desperate corner, so they didn’t pursue.

In the short span of an hour, the demonic sect disciples vanished without a trace. Only Sili stood alone in the air.

She walked forward step by step until she reached Wangxin’s side.

In Wangxin’s embrace, she still held the wine gourd that Xiao Mo had left behind. Her gaze never strayed an inch from the wine gourd.

As if this wine gourd was Xiao Mo himself.

Seeing Wangxin’s lost appearance, Sili gently bit her lip, her small hands clenched tightly.

She would not blame Wangxin.

Sili knew that when the Young Master had opposed heaven and earth, forcibly imposing his own rules upon the great Dao, the Young Master had already been severely injured. His life origin had long since been severely damaged, his life already numbered.

It was just that at the moment of his death, the Young Master used his final value to help Wangxin become a Buddha.

Regarding the Young Master’s actions, Sili dared not say the Young Master had done wrong because from this point onward, the Western Region would no longer have a single Ascension realm great cultivator.

Even if Wangxin could not reach the Buddha realm, at the very least she could step into Ascension.

Compared to other cultivators, Wangxin could become the highest existence in the entire Western Region.

And having become an Ascension realm cultivator, Wangxin would maintain order throughout the entire Western Region but, even though Sili understood all of this crystal clearly in her heart.

When all of this happened before Sili’s eyes, Sili still could not accept it!

She could not accept that the Young Master had left like this. Even until now, Sili felt as if she were dreaming, unwilling to face reality.

“He’s gone…”

Wangxin slowly spoke, tightly holding the wine gourd Xiao Mo had left behind in her embrace.

“I want to take the Young Master’s wine gourd and broken blade back.” Sili slowly said, “They are the only things the Young Master left in this world. They shouldn’t remain here.”

“Can I keep half of his blade?”

Wangxin raised her head, looking at Sili sincerely.

“Why?” Sili asked.

“Because, I want to find him,” Wangxin looked directly into Sili’s eyes.

“…”

Looking at Wangxin’s pleading eyes, Sili pressed her lips tightly together.

Finally, Sili reached out and grasped the wine gourd in Wangxin’s embrace and the half of the broken blade, Ranmo, beside her, but left Wangxin with half of the blade.

“Thank you,” Wangxin said gratefully.

“No need.” Sili turned and left, her voice drifting from behind her, “Sister Wangxin, actually I envy you, because from beginning to end, the one the Young Master cared about was always you.”

After Sili left, above Kongnian Temple, there was no longer a single demonic sect disciple. The great battle had truly ended.

Wangxin tore off a piece of her monk’s robe, wrapped up the half of the demonic blade Ranmo beside her, and placed it on her lap.

Several abbots wanted to walk in Wangxin’s direction, but they were all stopped by Xu Jing.

“Master Xu Jing, Wangxin, my martial niece, she…” The abbot of Thousand Buddha Temple hesitated.

“Sigh,” Xu Jing shook his head with a gentle sigh, “Let Wangxin have some time alone to herself.”

The monks looked at Wangxin, then all shook their heads and turned to leave.

On this battlefield, in the end, only the young woman remained.

The young woman knelt alone on the mountain peak. She raised her head to look at this expanse of sky, not knowing how long she gazed.

Three days later, Sili returned to Ten Thousand Dao Sect.

Before Sili had even flown into the sect, she saw Yu Yunwei standing at the mountain gate, gazing into the distance as if waiting for an old friend to return.

When Yu Yunwei saw Sili, her fingers gripping her dress hem tightened even more because news from the front lines would be transmitted to Ten Thousand Dao Sect by flying sword at the first opportunity, Sili knew clearly that Yu Yunwei had long since learned of the news of Xiao Mo’s death.

Sili descended from the air and came before Yu Yunwei.

Yu Yunwei looked at the half of Ranmo and the vermillion wine gourd in Sili’s embrace. Her already reddened eyes trembled again, but having cried herself dry of tears, she could no longer cry.

“These are the last things the Young Master left behind.” Sili said, passing over the relics.

Yu Yunwei received her senior brother’s relics and held them in her embrace, her tone carrying a faint tremor, “Did Senior Brother, did he say anything?”

“The Young Master said…”

Sili raised her head. A gentle breeze brushed through her dark hair as she looked toward that plain filled with blood kui flower seeds.

“The Young Master said, if he died, then bury him in that sea of flowers. He wanted to see the blood kui flowers bloom.”