Chaos Dao Sheng Jue

Chapter 1538 The Incarnation of Heavenly Dao's Evil

When Fang Xinyi's consciousness re-formed, she found herself standing in a void.

At this moment, there were no corpses or bloodstains in the void, only dust.

The clansmen left no remains; they used all their flesh and souls to bring Fang Xinyi into "eternal slumber."

"Why..." Fang Xinyi knelt on the ground, tears streaming silently down her face, "Why am I the one who survived... Why..."

This wasn't the first time she had recalled this past. In fact, this memory had repeated countless times in her mind, each time causing her excruciating pain.

In the past, she had forced herself not to think about it too deeply, suppressing her grief and using her obsession with finding her people to numb herself.

But that force will not let go of such a deep-seated wound.

"Because you are the weakest."

A voice suddenly rang out.

Fang Xinyi looked up abruptly and saw a person suddenly walk out of the void.

That was... herself.

The same face, the same clothes, even the faint crescent moon mark on the forehead were identical. But the "Fang Xinyi" had no sadness in her eyes, only indifference, and even a hint of...contempt.

"Who are you?" Fang Xinyi stood up and asked warily.

“I am the ‘truth’ in your heart.” A mocking smile curled at the corner of the other person’s lips. “The you who dares not face the truth.”

"What truth?"

"The truth is—" the other party said, enunciating each word clearly, "you were chosen not because you have some kind of 'Moonlight Holy Body,' but because you are the weakest, the easiest to control, and the most suitable to be a 'vessel.'"

"Nonsense!" Fang Xinyi retorted angrily, "My mother said I am the hope of the clan—"

"Hope?" The other interrupted her, his laughter becoming even more sarcastic. "A hope that requires the sacrifice of the entire tribe to protect? That's a burden! A drag! If it weren't for protecting you, they could have retreated, they could have fled, they could have survived! You killed them!"

Every word was like a knife, piercing Fang Xinyi's deepest wound.

She staggered backward, her face deathly pale: "No...that's not how it is..."

“That’s exactly it.” The other person pressed on, “You keep saying you’re looking for your people, but you know in your heart that they’ve all died long ago, without even a chance to be reincarnated! Your so-called search is nothing but escapism, self-comfort!”

"I do not have……"

"You are!" The other person's voice suddenly became sharp. "You dare not admit that you are a jinx, you dare not admit that the death of your people is your responsibility, so you fabricated a lie about 'searching for lost people' to deceive others, and even more so, to deceive yourself!"

Fang Xinyi collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

She couldn't refute it.

Because deep down, she did have this thought—if she had died, or if someone else had been sealed away, would the ending have been different?

Self-blame, guilt, self-doubt... these emotions, suppressed for a thousand years, erupted like a volcano under the catalysis of the Abyss of Reincarnation.

“I…I killed them…” She buried her face in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.

The "Fang Xinyi" stood before her, looking down at her with a glint of triumph in her eyes. Once Fang Xinyi completely broke down and succumbed to self-blame, her mission would be complete.

But at that moment—

"What a... terrible imitation."

Another voice rang out, clear and gentle, with a faint sigh.

Another figure emerged from the void.

With long, silver-gray hair, a moon-white dress, and a complete crescent moon mark on her forehead shimmering with a soft glow—it was A-Yue.

The ancient god and demon lover who had appeared on the path of life and death now appeared in Fang Xinyi's inner demon illusion in the form of a phantom.

"Who...who are you?" Fang Xinyi asked, as if facing a formidable enemy.

A-Yue ignored her and walked up to the real Fang Xinyi, squatted down, and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

"Child, look at me."

Fang Xinyi looked up, and through her teary eyes, she saw A-Yue's eyes. They weren't the silvery-gray halo she had seen before, but real, compassionate eyes.

“Your people did not sacrifice themselves to ‘protect the weak.’” A Yue’s voice was soft, but it carried a power that pierced people’s hearts. “They died because of the evil incarnation of the Heavenly Dao. Whether it was the destruction of the Divine Realm, the explosion of the Chaos Tree, or the collapse of the Immortal Realm, it was all the work of the evil incarnation of the Heavenly Dao. All the conspiracies were caused by him.”

"But...if only back then..."

“There are no ‘what ifs’.” A-Yue shook her head. “In the long river of time, every choice will give rise to countless possibilities. To indulge in ‘what ifs’ is to desecrate the choices of the deceased and to evade the responsibilities of the living.”

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, and a picture appeared in her palm, a picture of what happened after Fang Xinyi fell into a deep sleep.

The points of light that the tribesmen transformed into did not completely dissipate, but instead merged into the earth, turning into countless tiny seeds.

These seeds took root and sprouted in a corner of the Immortal Realm, growing into a silvery-white forest. In the center of the forest, a Moonflower Tree slowly grew, its canopy like a canopy, casting a soft silver light.

At the edge of the forest, some Moon Clan children and women who had miraculously escaped the disaster were protected by the silver light and quietly left the battlefield. They carried a portion of the legacy with them and went into the depths of the void.

“Look, hope has not been lost.” A-Yue smiled. “What your people sacrificed their lives for was not only your survival, but also the continuation of the flame. Those who left, and those newly born forests, are all manifestations of the ‘Moon Clan’ in another form.”

Fang Xinyi stared blankly at the screen, the ice in her heart beginning to melt.

"As for you—" A-Yue looked at the imposter, "you're nothing but a remnant of a mind nourished by negative emotions, yet you dare to spout nonsense here?"

With that, she waved her hand, and a silver light swept across like a bolt of lightning.

The "Fang Xinyi" let out a shriek, her body began to twist and disintegrate, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

The inner demon has been broken.

The scene in the void began to change. The scorched earth was revitalized, and silvery-white flowers broke through the soil, quickly spreading into a sea of ​​flowers.

Fang Xinyi stood up, feeling something awakening inside her.

Her Green Wood Longevity Technique automatically circulated within her body. The originally verdant forest phantoms began to wither, but among the withered branches and fallen leaves, tender silver-white leaves sprouted.

These tender leaves exude a strange vitality, resonating with the surrounding sea of ​​moonflowers.

The cycle of flourishing and decay continues; life arises from death.

Fang Xinyi finally touched the threshold of the next step in her cultivation technique—no longer simply "life," but a higher realm of "life and death cycle, withering and flourishing alternation."

"Thank you..." Fang Xinyi looked at A Yue and said sincerely.

A-Yue's figure began to fade, and she shook her head: "No need to thank me. I am just a wisp of lingering obsession, manifesting through the power of the law of reincarnation."

The only one who can truly help you is yourself—if you don't have that love and responsibility for your people, that courage to live on even with guilt, then no matter what I say, it's useless.

She paused, then looked into the distance: "Go quickly, your companions are waiting for you. Remember, the past is gone, the future is still in your hands. Carry the hopes of the departed, live well, and that is the greatest comfort you can give them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phantom image vanished completely.

Fang Xinyi stood there, silent for a long time.

When she opened her eyes again, she found Lu Chen standing beside her, looking at her with concern.

And all of this happened in just a few breaths.

"Are you alright?" Lu Chen asked.

Fang Xinyi shook her head, then nodded, and finally gave a relieved smile: "It's alright. And... I think I understand now."

A crescent-shaped mark quietly appeared on her forehead, radiating a soft silver light.

Deep within the imprint, a wisp of purified "reincarnation essence" is slowly merging into her origin—that is the last gift Ah Yue left her.

In the distance, a deep rumbling sound came from the deepest part of the altar.

It seems something... has truly awakened...