Good heavens! The Supreme God is being relentlessly harassed!

Chapter 177 Transmigrated into the Sleeping White Moonlight of the Mad Demon Lord (17)

Xie Liuyan watched the other person turn and leave, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Just like before, he transferred schools and met Shen Wangchuan again.

Being unexpectedly confessed to, struggling with the decision before agreeing, and finally leaving.

Everything flashed before his eyes like scenes from a movie.

Every story begins beautifully, but the ending is always disappointing.

It was something that happened several worlds ago, yet it felt like a lifetime ago to him.

Why did you agree so hastily in the first place?

Perhaps it was because they didn't want to see any signs of loneliness or sadness on the other person.

But in the end, he still hurt her, didn't he?

After gaining a wealth of life experience, Xie Liuyan realized that his hasty departure back then was perhaps a cowardly act.

Perhaps the first signs of attraction had already begun, but were ruthlessly nipped in the bud by the heart's owner.

Time rewinds to the moment he said he wanted to transfer schools, and he sees and hears Shen Wangchuan's red eyes and his trembling voice, which he tries hard to suppress but still reveals.

This time, he was looking at himself making up clumsy lies from a third-person perspective.

They give the other person hope, then turn and leave.

No! Don't do this!

Shen Wangchuan was sad; he shouldn't have been so cold and heartless.

Turn around! Don't go!

Xie Liuyan, unusually, lost his composure, his hands passing through the other person's body, and could only watch helplessly.

How could this be?

He didn't believe it! Since it was an illusion, why couldn't he give them a happy ending, even if only temporarily?

Xie Liuyan tried again and again, unwilling to give up, but could only watch himself gradually walk away, while Shen Wangchuan stood in the same spot watching.

Even the most heartless person will only show their sadness after the other person has left; they will never show it to anyone.

The silver-haired god stood to one side, watching the setting sun, as Shen Wangchuan gradually left the spot.

His emotions gradually stabilized, and his usually calm eyes had turned bloodshot, revealing a deep sense of desolation.

Their story then quickly came to an end, and he watched himself leave the world without any regrets.

Only a tiny wisp of divine soul remained to sustain this world.

Will this illusion end? Xie Liuyan chuckled self-deprecatingly.

The world before his eyes changed from color to black and white, and the light around him dimmed.

"But I don't want it to end..."

In an instant, silver light illuminated the black sky, centered on Xie Liuyan.

I owe him an apology.

And the unspoken joy in one's heart.

He once thought he had an endless lifespan and could travel to any small world whenever he wanted.

Now, Xie Liuyan realizes how difficult it is for him to relive a single moment.

With his spiritual power burned to its limit, Xie Liuyan closed his eyes and kept replaying the scene in his mind.

Countless spiritual energies were compressed, and the scenes in the illusion were rewound and replayed, with enormous superimposed images dazzling the eyes.

"puff!"

Xie Liuyan suddenly opened his eyes, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

An extreme pain shot through my chest and lungs.

Spiritual power cannot be used in the illusion. What it shows is either the past that has already happened, or what the cultivator most desires to happen.

If you try to forcefully change something using spiritual power, you are likely to suffer a backlash.

Anyone with a firm belief in the Dao can surely escape the illusion.

Therefore, illusions have always been used to confuse the minds of enemies.

When a cultivator is completely immersed in the illusion, a malicious person will take the opportunity to attack the cultivator's physical body in the real world.

Seize the opportunity and bring about the opponent's demise.

But Xie Liuyan couldn't care less about that now. Using his spiritual power as a medium, he searched for the image he wanted.

found it!

This time, he was no longer an observer; Xie Liuyan immersed himself in the illusion and became one of the main characters.

In the instant he was about to turn and leave, Xie Liuyan took control of his body.

He coughed twice and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Despite Shen Wangchuan's disappointed and heartbroken gaze, she smiled and said:

"Actually, these were the arrangements before I transferred here, but I've changed my mind now."

I want to stay with you until the end of the world.

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On the carved bed, Xie Liuyan coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood.

0526 flew helplessly beside the Supreme God, and could only call out to him again and again.

Shen Wangchuan, his eyes bloodshot, gripped his master's hand tightly and called out, "Ayan!" by the bedside.

Not far from the bed stood a man dressed in a blue Taoist robe, holding a white whisk.

Seeing that he couldn't wake his master, Shen Wangchuan stood up menacingly and threatened the man in the green robe:

"What's wrong with my master? Didn't you say that as long as one leaves those flowers, one will slowly wake up from the illusion?"

"Why? Why is his condition worse now?"

The man in the green robe stroked his beard, shook his head, and explained:

"He's trapped in a secret realm, but strangely, his spiritual consciousness is very clear. It seems he's actively indulging in it and doesn't want to wake up."

Shen Wangchuan was stunned upon hearing this. Impossible! His master's Dao heart was firm; how could he possibly have any desires that allowed the illusion to exploit him?

Seeing that Shen Wangchuan was about to lose his temper again, the man in the green robe, Wuchen, quickly added:

"Don't worry too much. This fellow Daoist just overused his spiritual power and suffered a backlash. He wasn't actually injured in any vital areas. I think you should calm down first."

"Don't let your inner demons control your body, otherwise the fellow Daoist on the bed won't be happy when he wakes up."

It must be said that Wu Yan has excellent insight.

He immediately saw through the relationship between the two and successfully grasped Shen Wangchuan's weakness.

Shen Wangchuan clenched his fists tightly, suppressing his overly violent emotions.

He took out a bottle of Tranquilizing Pills from his spiritual ring, poured out a few and swallowed them, only then did he feel that his mind was a little clearer.

Seeing this, Wu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

He is the owner of this little secret place, and also the keeper of the sika deer that Shen Wangchuan and his companions encountered before.

He originally lived deep within a secret realm, rarely disturbed by anyone.

Unfortunately, a mistake occurred during cultivation, causing the spiritual energy of the secret realm to leak out, which attracted the attention of the Xuantian Sect.

Left with no other choice, he made a deal with the sect leader of the Xuantian Sect, offering his disciples a chance to explore the secret realm.

He just didn't expect that this concession would bring him a lot of trouble.

Let's not even talk about the disciples of the Xuantian Sect being scattered throughout the secret realm, running around causing trouble.

Neither of these two people in front of him was someone he could afford to offend.

If any one of them were to use their full power, he and the secret realm would probably perish.

"What kind of situation is this?!"

Silently standing outside, he shook his head and sighed, hoping that the person sleeping inside would wake up soon.

Otherwise, wouldn't that ancestor who fought his way through the secret realm and almost killed him destroy his secret realm?

Inside the house, Shen Wangchuan was unaware of Wuyan's thoughts.

Looking at his master, who was pale and unconscious, his eyes were filled with heartache.

It's his fault for not protecting his master.

Shen Wangchuan leaned close to Xie Liuyan and gently kissed his forehead.

He also needs to regulate his spiritual energy now, otherwise it will be very dangerous.

Lifting the covers, Shen Wangchuan lay down beside his lover, closed his eyes, and all he could see were mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and bottomless abysses.

He told himself that everything would be alright, and to just wait a little longer.