Chapter 197 – Master, do you choose to die or to perish? (38)
Enchanting but sacred, she possessed a unique and fatal allure.
Everyone’s pupils contracted, an exclamation of astonishment rose from someone, instantly awakening everyone.
Indeed, she looked like Yan Luo, dressed in her style, but… surrounded by a demonic aura.
“Junior Uncle??” Lin Qing exclaimed, gripping a long flute, his eyes shifting from trust to vigilance.
Is she possessed?
Yan Luo, turned demonic?
Her once clear eyes faintly shimmered with a blue light, the color somewhat deeper and clouded, her face betraying confusion and a hint of being at a loss.
In this situation, words failed them all.
“Step back!” Lin Qing gritted her teeth, raising the jade flute, filled with disbelief and wariness.
What cultivation level has Yan Luo reached? Just one step away from ascension.
What does it mean for her to turn demonic? Just a step away from endangering the world.
Even with years of being members of the same sect… this already involved the fate of the world…
“Lin Qing…” Yan Luo’s voice held a slight desolation, mingled with helplessness, stirring a pang of sympathy in those who heard it.
“This is a demonic aura clouding our judgement. Everyone, guard your spiritual defenses,” Lin Qing commanded, his tone cold but unable to conceal his grief and indignation.
“Junior Uncle… let me address you as such for the last time. Lingyun Sect has always taken it as our duty to protect all beings. We abhor anything demonic…”
Looking at the swelling demonic aura before them, what happened at Xuanhua Sect that day, now seemed undeniable.
Because Yan Luo had turned demonic.
“Have you forgotten the words our Ancestor spoke before ascending?
“Have you forgotten the respect Lingyun Sect’s disciples had for you? Have you forgotten how they strived to emulate you, aiming to get closer to being the top cultivator in the world?”
The expectations of many, their hopes—all shattered because you fell into darkness.
Question after question echoed, laden with complex emotions.
“I… I haven’t forgotten.”
She hadn’t forgotten. It wasn’t something she wanted, something that should have happened.
Yan Luo’s eyes showed helplessness as she took a few steps back, wanting to explain that she hadn’t fully fallen into darkness yet—her spiritual power contaminated by the demonic aura was just an external manifestation, and the demonic markings that symbolized her identity as a demon would dissipate with her remaining spiritual power.
She wasn’t a demon yet.
But it was futile.
In her current state, surrounded by the swirling demonic aura, Yan Luo lowered her eyes slightly. What use was there in saying anything?
Not to mention, even she wasn’t sure what would happen to her once her spiritual power was depleted.
Even if she explained and they believed her… ultimately, wouldn’t it just add to the troubles of Lingyun Sect?
She was Yan Luo, the Junior Master of Lingyun Sect, the top cultivator in the world of cultivation. Her original aspiration—she was destined not to live for herself but for all beings.
The demonic aura seeping into her, the demonic lair wouldn’t let go of such a perfect vessel.
If she died, the situation would surely turn around significantly.
Seeing the demonic aura that had grown many times stronger since her arrival, and the hesitation in the Lingyun Sect disciples, Yan Luo pressed her lips together. The now dimly glowing folding fan appeared in her hand, and without a word, she moved towards the disciples of Lingyun Sect.
The default posture infuriated many disciples and elders of Lingyun Sect, their eyes burning with rage.