Fu Mingxu lay on the ground, his porcelain-white face covered in dust, like fine mutton-fat jade covered in smudges of ash. His arm remained in the same position as before, as if trying to grasp something important.
Just now, he called out his own name.
Han Tao squatted down, his jawline taut. He squatted on the ground for a long, long time, and finally, as if mustering his courage, he stretched out a finger and placed it on his cheek.
He wanted to wipe the dust off Fu Mingxu, but when his fingertips touched the soft surface, he suddenly woke up and abruptly pulled his fingers back.
A vivid bloodstain stained her jade-like skin, the blood contrasting sharply with the jade, making her face even more breathtakingly beautiful.
...
When Fu Mingxu woke up, the sky was still gray. He sat in the dry cave, and his memories slowly began to return.
He was quite certain that he had seen Han Tao before he lost consciousness.
It is Han Tao who has fallen to demonic possession.
The sounds of the previous fighting had faded away, leaving only the mournful sound of the wind whistling across the earth outside the cave.
He got up and looked around the cave, finding that there was no one else in the barren cave except himself.
Has Han Tao really left?
Fu Mingxu strode towards the cave entrance, where he was met with a landscape of ruins and broken walls. The sun had been absent from the sky for a long time, and the flowers, grass, and trees, without the nourishment of sunlight, presented a desolate scene of deep winter.
The gale howled through the broken trees and weeds, diluting the stench of blood in the air, as if it could preserve a hopeful tomorrow.
Amidst countless shades of gray, Fu Mingxu finally spotted that familiar figure on a barren hill.
A look of joy flashed in his eyes, and after a pause, he shouted, "Han Tao!"
The voice that had just been shouted was quickly swept away by the still-raging wind, its destination unknown.
Perhaps hearing his voice, the figure on the hill finally turned around.
He was too far away, and at this moment he had no cultivation at all, so he couldn't see the expression on the other person's face at all.
The two gazed at each other across the vast land, as if time was rushing by between them. Countless images flashed through Fu Mingxu's mind, a mixture of memories from his past life and this year, giving him a splitting headache.
He understood that this was a side effect of forcibly traveling through time.
Just before he collapsed from a headache, that distant figure finally appeared before him.
The sky was still dark, but the dim light of day was enough for him to see the face of the person opposite him.
His once brilliant golden eyes were now shrouded in a black mist, with only the golden speck in the very center of his pupils maintaining his last vestige of clarity.
His cold jawline was taut, and when his eyes looked straight at him, his face appeared even more indifferent and apathetic, as if nothing in the world had left a trace on his heart.
Faced with such coldness, Fu Mingxu was momentarily at a loss as to how to interact with him.
The black and red demonic markings were deeply etched on his forehead, constantly proclaiming to the world that Han Tao had fallen into demonic possession.
Fu Mingxu was almost moved to tears as he watched, his eyes reddening.
At this moment, Han Tao, his thin lips pressed tightly together, finally spoke for the first time: "Afraid of me?"
His voice was dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.
The two stood at the cave entrance as the sky grew increasingly dark, and a damp mist rose in the air, signaling an impending downpour.
But as the man before him leaned slightly forward, the pain in Fu Mingxu's mind mysteriously vanished as he drew closer. His tall, imposing figure was incredibly imposing; before long, Fu Mingxu felt like he couldn't breathe.
Han Tao wasn't angry when he didn't get a reply. It was as if he already knew the answer, and he took the initiative to distance himself from the other person.
“It’s safe here,” he said expressionlessly, his voice as calm as ever.
The air was increasingly humid, and thick, dark clouds rolled in from afar, darkening the sky and making the space between heaven and earth seem to be gradually compressed.
At this time, the Cangling Continent was sparsely populated with spiritual energy, and demonic energy had already ravaged every inch of land. Strangely, there was neither demonic energy nor spiritual energy in the space around them.
Just like the mortal world of the past.
The rain poured down the moment his words fell, large raindrops pounding on the ground, vying to form a river to wash away the bloodstains on the earth.
The moment the raindrops hit the ground, Fu Mingxu bit the hand that was holding Han Tao, and the two retreated back into the cave at the same time.
The noisy rain was shut out of the cave, and the dense rain curtain trapped the two of them in this small world.
Fu Mingxu pressed Han Tao against the stone wall, burying his face in Han Tao's chest as he had done many times in his memory, his voice muffled, "I'm not afraid, don't go."
A note from the author:
Han Tao: Sigh, should I destroy the world or protect my wife?
Chapter 88
Inside the cave, the two figures overlapped. Outside, a torrential downpour raged, but inside, the only sounds were their soft breathing.
The person pinned against the stone wall remained motionless, his body stiff as a puppet.
Fu Mingxu slowly raised his head, but unfortunately the light in the cave was too dim, and he was only a mortal at the moment. Even though the two were very close, he could only see a blurry outline.
He was about to say something when a cool breeze from outside the cave blew him into an untimely sneeze.
I almost forgot, he's not immune to heat and cold anymore.
"Excuse me." Fu Mingxu rubbed his nose awkwardly, but he could still keenly smell a trace of blood in the darkness.
Are you injured?
Unfortunately, Han Tao is now like a gourd with its mouth sawed off, remaining completely silent.
"It's so cold." The moisture brought by the heavy rain gradually eroded the dry atmosphere inside the cave, and Fu Mingxu couldn't help but rub his arms together, trying to warm them up.
As the rain fell, the temperature difference between day and night became apparent. He was only wearing a blue robe, which offered no protection against the rapidly approaching chill.
Fu Mingxu shivered from the cold and couldn't help but hug Han Tao tighter.
In the darkness, he couldn't see the other person's expression, but seeing that he didn't push him away, he took it as agreement.
Just as he was about to hold on tighter, a "snap" sounded and a fire suddenly appeared inside the cave, bringing warmth instantly and causing him to instinctively sigh.
Then I felt a weight on my body, and I heard a faint panting voice in my ear: "It's dangerous outside, don't go out."
After saying that, Han Tao fell heavily to the side. Fu Mingxu instinctively reached out to catch him, but unfortunately, the difference in their sizes was too great, and he couldn't catch him.
The crimson flames, surrounded by a faint black mist, floated gently inside the cave, dispelling the chill brought by the heavy rain outside.
Fu Mingxu struggled to turn Han Tao over and lay him flat. Only with the help of the light emitted by the flames did he have time to examine him carefully.
The demonic markings etched between his brows constantly reminded Han Tao of what he had encountered, and even while unconscious, his brows remained slightly furrowed.
Fu Mingxu's fingertips trembled as they landed on the magic pattern. The skin there was slightly cool to the touch, and in terms of texture, it was no different from ordinary skin.
This is Han Tao after she fell from grace. In two different times and spaces, the fates of the two Han Taos are about to overlap.
No! We have to hurry!
Fu Mingxu calmed down completely. He knew that Si Yang Xianjun must have paid an unimaginable price to successfully send him through time and space twice, and only in this way could Han Tao's fate be changed.
When a golden dragon falls into demonic possession, it will go from being favored by Heaven to being rejected by Heaven. Caught in the throes of its sins, its soul will succumb to demonic possession and fall into endless torment. Once the blackness in its pupils devours the last trace of gold within, it will completely lose its self-awareness, becoming the strongest fallen god on this continent. Its final fate will be to attract divine punishment and be destroyed along with the land tainted by its sins.
Fu Mingxu closed his eyes, his fingertips gliding over the magic mark on Han Tao's forehead, down his eyebrows to the tip of his nose, and finally resting on his tightly pursed lips.
After calming down, he smelled blood again, and the smell seemed to have been masked by something before, but now it suddenly burst forth, revealing a strong scent.
Han Tao was still wearing that black shirt. If it weren't for the flames, he wouldn't have noticed that a small pool of blood had gathered beneath him.
Fu Mingxu gritted his teeth, his hand went to the black collar of his shirt, and then slowly unbuttoned it.
The flame, emanating a faint demonic aura, flickered twice before falling silent. The demonic aura outside the flame seemed to spread in all directions, but a tiny, golden fire serpent suddenly shot out from the heart of the flame and swallowed the demonic aura.
This process is repeated.
Fu Mingxu struggled to remove his blood-soaked black shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a chest crisscrossed with scars. The scars resembled a densely woven black spiderweb, as if they were there to devour his life.
Following his memory, Fu Mingxu found the reverse scale under his lower abdomen. The originally golden reverse scale had turned a deep black, not only losing its original color, but also pitifully curled up.
Not far from the Reverse Scale, he found a wound the size of a bowl. The wound was simply bandaged, the white cloth already soaked red with seeping blood, and a lot of blood was even slowly flowing down his flesh.
Even his blood contained wisps of demonic energy, like fine threads.
Han Tao was only one step away from completely falling into the demonic path.
This is really tricky.
Fu Mingxu had only been there for half a day when he discovered that the situation was far more serious than he had imagined. Han Tao was currently seriously injured and unconscious, and he still had no clue as to why he had come.
He thought about it and decided to temporarily put aside those complicated and chaotic thoughts.
Although the fallen golden dragon possessed great power, it seemed to have lost the dragon race's strong self-repairing ability. He currently had no pills on him, so he decided to find some herbs first.
Fortunately, the torrential rain came and went quickly. About fifteen minutes later, Fu Mingxu stopped hearing the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.
He stood up and walked out of the cave, and as he looked down, he noticed his shadow moving in front of him.
Turning around, he saw the dragon flame, edged with black by black demonic energy, following behind him.
"Go back and protect your master." Fu Mingxu knew Han Tao's feelings for him after the time reversal, so he wasn't too surprised by Long Yan's initiative. He even joked, "How about you spare a strand for me?"
After saying that, he actually reached out his hand to Long Yan.
Long Yan jumped up and down twice more, as if he didn't understand what he meant, or perhaps he was uneasy.
He chuckled, shook his head, and then turned and left.
Before I had gone two steps, I felt a heat in my palm. I looked down and saw a wisp of flame dancing merrily in my hand.
It was a wisp of pure golden dragon flame, without the slightest impurity, shining like the purest gemstone in the world.
A wave of warmth instantly enveloped him, completely dispelling the last trace of chill. He turned to look behind him, a smile playing on his lips, clenched his fist, and whispered, "Let's go find some herbs."
His figure in the blue robe became a bright spot in the dim world. He walked slowly but resolutely, not as if he were looking for herbs, but as if he were walking step by step toward the place he wanted to go.
Fu Mingxu felt he was quite lucky; in such a desolate environment, he found a hemostatic herb in just fifteen minutes.
This blood-clotting grass grew under the trunk of a fallen, withered tree. Because it lacked the nourishment of spiritual energy, it was extremely thin and weak when he found it, no different from ordinary medicinal herbs in the mortal world.
No matter, the medicinal properties of this herb are still intact, and he has the means to unleash its full potential.
"What are you doing?" Just as Fu Mingxu finished picking the herbs, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
He was so focused on this rare medicinal herb that he didn't notice anyone coming from behind him.