Chapter 223 Law Enforcement Elder Guards the World (37)

The resentment was so thick it nearly obscured everything. In the oppressive darkness, the chilling white continued to shift and move.

This scene instantly transported Shen Zhuo back to his previous life.

In his previous life, he had been devoured repeatedly by evil spirits in the Abyss, enduring countless deaths and years of torment. Ultimately, he had emerged from there, driven by a mix of resentment and demonic energy.

Shen Zhuo’s eyes grew darker and more hollow. No matter what Fang Xingyun shouted, he couldn’t hear.

Fang Xingyun was in a state of near panic, genuinely fearing for Shen Zhuo’s safety. With his innate demonic bones, if he was affected by the evil spirits, the consequences could be disastrous.

Zhong Jin received Shen Zhuo’s transmission and his expression changed.

Su Wen asked with concern, “Junior Brother, what’s happening?”

Zhong Jin quickly sent spiritual energy into the Fleeting Life Mirror and called out, “Master, please see where Junior Brother is. He has encountered the Yin Bone Soldiers.”

Bai Tang immediately responded, “Understood.”

Bai Tang sensed the location of Shen Zhuo’s Fleeting Life Mirror. Once she confirmed the position, she performed a series of hand seals, creating a golden restriction miles away that temporarily trapped Shen Zhuo and Fang Xingyun inside. She then took out a large night pearl to illuminate the area, allowing Shen Zhuo to see clearly.

“Master.”

Shen Zhuo calmed down and called out softly, with a hint of grievance in his voice.

Fang Xingyun sighed in relief. It was impressive how powerful the Law Enforcement Elder was. Even in such a remote location, she could still manage to intervene—it was astonishing.

Fang Xingyun said, “We greet the Law Enforcement Elder.”

Bai Tang gave a slight nod and instructed, “Xingyun, tend to your wounds first. Within the restriction, they cannot harm you.”

“Yes, Elder.” Fang Xingyun sat down cross-legged, using his remaining spiritual energy to heal himself.

Bai Tang asked, “How are you feeling, little disciple?”

Shen Zhuo also sat down to heal, replying, “Not very well, Master.”

Bai Tang inquired, “Just now, were you controlled by hatred?”

Shen Zhuo answered honestly, “Yes.”

He added, “However, I wasn’t entirely influenced. Master, it’s the eighth day of the third month, which isn’t the optimal time for the Yin Bone Soldiers to appear. I suspect they’re targeting me specifically.”

Bai Tang said, “It seems this is the work of a hidden and powerful individual, trying to force you into the Abyss.”

Shen Zhuo tilted his head in confusion, “I don’t understand why they would do this to me. I haven’t done anything.”

Bai Tang asked, “Little disciple, what did you see just now?”

Shen Zhuo replied, “I dreamt of the Abyss, filled with evil spirits. I was thrown in by an old fart who said that something as filthy and despicable as me deserved to die in the Abyss, devoured by the spirits. The Abyss was pitch dark, and they gnawed at my flesh and tore at my bones. Master, it was very painful.”

Bai Tang reassured him, “Don’t be afraid, little disciple. As long as I’m here, I will protect you. Those lurking in the dark are like rats in a stinking ditch; they can hurt you temporarily but cannot damage you permanently. Remember, whether gods or demons, they cannot control one’s mind. You must not let them lead you by the nose.”

Shen Zhuo shook his head, “Now that I know this is a scheme and with your guidance, I won’t let them achieve their goals.”

Bai Tang smiled, “I have spent ten thousand years in the Abyss; it is indeed a dreadful place, shrouded in darkness. Little disciple, though this Extreme North is dark, it has its own beauty—the aurora. Let me show you.”

“Alright, Master.” Shen Zhuo’s tone softened, and his expression became gentler.

Fang Xingyun remained silent, feeling a deeper sense of guilt and heartache. So the Junior Brother had gone through all of this—no wonder, no wonder he was so withdrawn, no wonder he always behaved this way.

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