Light and shadow flickered between the two, with energy surging, creating a momentary stalemate. Lo Yingbai could feel that Ge Panming’s strength had greatly increased after gaining a physical form and was trying to break this deadlock. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Zhu Caiwei’s arm moving.
Held by Ge Panming, Zhu Caiwei was barely breathing. From Ge Panming’s angle, he couldn’t notice her movement, but Lo Yingbai clearly saw that she wanted to take something from Ge Panming.
What could be so important at this moment, even more crucial than the bottle of blood?
Lo Yingbai slashed down at Ge Panming with a knife, the sharp energy pressing down before the blade even reached.
Ge Panming’s eye twitched, neither avoiding nor yielding, directly raising his spear to meet the knife.
The weapons collided, creating a deafening sound. Lo Yingbai took the opportunity to dodge to the side, reaching for Zhu Caiwei. Just as Ge Panming was about to block, Lo Yingbai’s knife suddenly turned, hooking a jade pendant from Ge Panming’s body.
The bottle of fresh blood fell to the ground, kicked away by Ge Panming and shattered among the blood-red flowers before the treasure hall.
Red rain scattered.
In an instant, the flower sea transformed into a massive red whirlpool, and within its rotating layers, a massive white altar slowly rose.
Although the altar had appeared, Ge Panming hadn’t expected Lo Yingbai to use a diversionary tactic. Seeing the amulet retrieved, his expression changed, throwing Zhu Caiwei down, blocking Lo Yingbai’s knife, almost desperately trying to snatch back the jade amulet.
Ge Panming indeed became anxious, pressing close with each move, his murderous intent filling the air. Lo Yingbai found himself increasingly struggling to push and block.
Seeing Ge Panming’s fingertips about to touch the jade pendant’s edge, he decisively flung it, sending the pendant flying. Ge Panming leaped to grab it but was blocked by Lo Yingbai, forced to watch the jade shatter on the ground.
In that moment, he was completely stunned.
Lo Yingbai even felt that Ge Panming seemed somewhat sad, a strange sense of bitterness passing through his heart.
The shattered jade pendant suddenly emitted a dazzling light.
Golden light filled the sky, clouds and rosy clouds rising, as if day suddenly replaced night.
An inexplicable pull made Lo Yingbai involuntarily reach out to touch the golden light. Ge Panming, emerging from his daze, tried to raise his hand to stop him but was pushed back by the blinding radiance.
The demonic energy on his body made him extremely sensitive to such light, and he shielded his painful eyes with his arm, then felt the light suddenly dim.
Looking at Lo Yingbai, Ge Panming was stunned.
Where the mist cleared, a tall figure stood, a white battle robe fluttering slightly in the wind, untouched by dust.
Ge Panming’s lips trembled, seeming to want to smile, but the smile never formed, only releasing two hoarse syllables: “Ming Lang…”
Lo Yingbai glanced at him, and Ge Panming felt as if his very core was pierced.
He wanted to step forward but hesitated, carefully asking: “About our matter… do you, do you remember?”
Lo Yingbai was silent for a moment, then said: “You are… Chun Xiao.”
Through countless ages, he had been the Ghost Emperor, the Underworld Minister, the Child of Humans and Demons… but it had been a very long time since anyone had called this true name.
Ge Panming took a deep breath, speaking with unprecedented calmness: “Isn’t it clear by now? We should never have been at odds. I am your weapon, and the direction you point is my battle target. You shouldn’t have abandoned me. You must bear this consequence.”
Lo Yingbai explained: “I didn’t mean to abandon you. It was just that you were contaminated with demonic energy and couldn’t remain in the Heavenly Court. I thought getting a position in the Underworld would be a good placement for you.”
But since you developed cracks while fighting alongside me, if you’re dissatisfied…”
“I’m not dissatisfied,” Ge Panming said, his expression gradually fading. “I want to be with you, to return to the past, before anything happened, to prevent those accidents from occurring. Everything is prepared. You just need to follow me.”
Lo Yingbai’s gaze moved from Ge Panming’s outstretched hand to the altar behind him: “Why deceive yourself?”
The endless flow of history moves forward, with no moment able to turn back against the great tide. What the white stone altar can do is not to reverse time, but to reshape a virtual world similar to the past.
Ge Panming did this, which was tantamount to wanting to imprison him and Luo Yingbai in a simulated cage.
Ge Panming’s gaze was cold: “You disagree?”
Luo Yingbai remained silent. Ge Panming suddenly moved like a shadow, reaching out to grab him: “You haven’t completely remembered! Otherwise, you wouldn’t treat me this way. Why can’t you remember?”
Luo Yingbai quickly dodged sideways, his knife slicing horizontally, passing close to Ge Panming’s neck.
“I can only recall fragments of the past, but my answer will not change. Why do you bother?”
Ge Panming laughed coldly, with a choked sob. He was not human, lifelong without desire, without emotion, without blood, without heat. The divine weapon was forged with only one belief: his master.
If a weapon cannot follow its faith and turns its blade against the one it should protect, what meaning would all its achievements have?
Ge Panming suddenly stopped, letting Luo Yingbai’s knife blade cut into his shoulder.
Blood gushed out. Luo Yingbai was stunned: “You—”
Ge Panming looked at him, with a strange smile, gripping the back of the knife and lifting it upward.
Cang Lingyue’s spirit was forcibly pulled out, kneeling on one knee on the ground, looking bewildered, with Ge Panming’s blood clearly staining his body.
“Cang Ling!”
Luo Yingbai’s pupils contracted, suddenly retreating backward. Cang Lingyue transformed into a white light, wrapping around him. The knife in his hand suddenly grew heavy, and Luo Yingbai let go. Ge Panming had already caught up.
Heaven and earth roared, dense clouds gathered. A strange gravitational force came from the altar. Ge Panming pulled Luo Yingbai, throwing them both onto it.
Luo Yingbai ignored the strange phenomena, watching the white light binding him being absorbed into Ge Panming’s palm, suddenly understanding.
He shouted in the thunder and lightning: “You and Cang Ling are actually one!”
“So there were many things Ge Panming didn’t know, but in some situations, he could arrive in time. Each time was actually due to the connection between him and Cang Lingyue. When Luo Yingbai’s knife was drawn, Ge Panming’s divine consciousness would follow.
Rainbow light shone from beneath the altar, illuminating everything. The sky was covered with dark clouds. The light was reflected in Ge Panming’s eyes as he slowly smiled: ‘You didn’t expect this, did you?’
Luo Yingbai’s robe sleeves fluttered in the wind, his expression changing. Ge Panming waited for his anger, but Luo Yingbai suddenly raised his hand, touching Ge Panming’s forehead with his fingertip.
Their minds connected, hearts intertwined, past memories tumbling, finally completely returning!
A moment later, Ge Panming said, ‘You coughed up blood?’
‘Mm.’
Luo Yingbai wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and asked, ‘How does being struck by lightning feel?’
Ge Panming said, ‘Not bad.’
His body was gradually becoming ethereal, death energy spreading throughout, his clothing fluttering in the wind, seemingly about to disperse at any moment.
Ge Panming laughed, ‘The first time I confronted you with weapons, dying together, dying by your hand, I was extremely unwilling. But this time, I have no regrets.'”
