The room was engulfed in silence for a long time before the sect leader finally spoke, breaking the stillness.
“What kind of joke is this?” Her voice trembled slightly.
“It’s no joke,” Luo JinXiao replied, looking up at her with clear, dark eyes, wiping away the moisture. “Otherwise, why would he say such things?”
She glanced at the somber faces opposite her and suddenly smiled, “Alright, let’s just treat this as a joke. What if this isn’t some so-called catastrophe, but just an unprecedented storm that will clear by tomorrow?”
Everyone could feel the dissipation of spiritual energy in the world; everyone knew this was not ordinary.
But they all remained silent.
“She’s still waiting for me. I’ll go back to her,” Luo JinXiao said, standing up to leave, only to be stopped by the sect leader.
“Are you going to tell her?” the sect leader asked.
Luo JinXiao’s slender silhouette paused in the rain-soaked night. She stood silently for a moment, then shook her head and disappeared into the rain.
Luo Ning swayed, collapsing into a chair. Yan Ying hurriedly knelt beside her, holding her hands with concern, looking up.
“How useless I am, possessing half divine blood, yet almost no divine power, unable to help at all.”
“I’m the real waste,” she murmured.
“You’ve done so much already. You brought her back on your own, found a way to restore her divine form. You’ve borne so much,” Yan Ying reassured her gently.
“I thought I’d done enough, but did I do all this just to bring my sister back only to send her to her death?” Luo Ning said, burying her head in her knees.
Her shoulders shook with sobs.
She had never imagined that after everything, her sister and Qu WeiYin would still be denied the peace they sought.
“Why is it like this? What did they do wrong? What did the living beings of this world do wrong? Why won’t the heavens spare us?” she cried through gritted teeth. “Why doesn’t it see the good and evil in the world? Why is it indifferent?”
Yan Ying, at a loss for words, was also in tears, holding Luo Ning in her arms, looking up at the dark sky, hoping for mercy.
At this moment, there was nothing else they could do but hope.
The sect leader turned her gaze away, moving to the doorway, silently watching the rain-filled night sky, her hand tightly gripping her sleeve.
The mountain remained calm, but below, chaos reigned. Wu Zhong City was flooded, and the heavy rains spread across the land, showing no sign of stopping.
Fields nearing harvest were washed away, rivers surged, mudslides crashed into towns, and houses collapsed.
The heavens’ punishment was vengeful and destructive, indifferent to age or morality, treating all as ants, equally.
In such chaos, the celestial sects stopped their pursuit of the demon clans, focusing on saving the people, trying to quell the storm.
Yet, faced with the damage wrought by the heavens, even the once-mighty sects were powerless.
Luo JinXiao walked through the rain, the penetrating cold enveloping her. She thought of nothing, her mind a muddled haze, images flashing by, reliving events from her three lifetimes.
Most vividly, the days with Qu WeiYin.
She had died twice before, never feeling much reluctance, realizing now it was because she had nothing to hold onto.
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Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.
Fantasy(MTL)#2 穿成娶了反派的废物 Author: Qiqian Zhexie (七千折戏) Synopsis Luo Jinxiao, recently hailed as a prodigy in the world of cultivation, met her demise during a battle against the Demon Sect. Upon awakening, she found herself transported back two thousand yea...
