My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 931 - 544: There Is a Traitor in the White Lotus Sect (4-in-1 Bonus) (Part 2)

After speaking, Chu Yiyuan drew his sword from its sheath. After exchanging glances, the people turned their backs and left, taking a few steps and then looking back, tears already streaming down their faces.

After everyone had gone far away, Chu Yiyuan stood by the river for a long time. The river water reflected his face, the cold light on the sword shining brightly. He still couldn't bring himself to do it, just hesitated dumbly.

For quite a while, his mind was at a standstill, and inexplicably, a thought burst out in his head: "Hurry up and do it," simple to the extreme, as if dying wasn't difficult. In an instant, death had lost its complex meaning of bidding farewell to the world, leaving only pain. People are afraid of pain, extremely afraid, but as long as one understands that in an instant even the pain will disappear, then the heart doesn't hurt. If the heart doesn't hurt, what does physical pain matter? The heart doesn't hurt, and the heart doesn't exist either... His thoughts flowed like a great river eastward, and with a wave of his hand, the sword was about to fall.

At this moment, the sun rose from the distant mountains, the mist dispersed, and the golden spectacular scene entered his eyes. In a daze, he saw the sunlight as if walking from the mountain top, getting closer and closer, illuminating all around, with someone standing in the light.

The Ming King?

Chu Yiyuan gazed for a long time, forgetting even death, as silence surrounded him, as if the world was newly opened. How majestic was the great sun, he wondered why he didn't feel this before. It illuminates all around so brightly!

The world seemed to suddenly pause, Chu Yiyuan still stood in a daze, suddenly realizing the sunlight had moved from there to here. He looked carefully, but couldn't see the person clearly. As the clouds gathered, he saw the person's face clearly and suddenly burst into tears,

"I'm not going to die!"

Chu Yiyuan knelt down on the ground almost embracing Chen Yi's legs,

"You have finally returned!"

...

So the confidants who had gone far gathered again.

Everyone felt it was like a dream, having thought Chu Yiyuan had no way out, never expecting that Chen Yi had returned from the direction of Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

Chu Yiyuan had already dried his tears and said, "Now that Mr. Chen has agreed to accompany us to the main stronghold, we have hope again."

The confidants were naturally grateful, about to kneel in thanks when Chen Yi waved his hand and asked, "How far is it from here to your main stronghold?"

He Yong, always quick-witted, hastily answered, "Actually, not far. By boat, it's only a four or five day journey."

Chen Yi nodded slightly. Having left Dragon and Tiger Mountain with Donggong Ruoshu and Yin Tingxue, they would be searched for everywhere; therefore, the best place to go was the White Lotus Sect.

Moreover, although he had killed many in the White Lotus Sect, he had always been a sincere brother to the Ming Sect, visible with the naked eye.

"Let's quickly get us to the main stronghold, I want to... meet your Sect Hierarch."

...

The Red Sun disaster ends, and the White Sun shall rise.

Just as Buddhism is divided into three Dharma ages, and the Ming Sect into three epochs, so too is the White Lotus Sect. They divide the three periods into Qingyang, Red Sun, and White Sun, representing the past, present, and future. They believe that at the end of Qingyang and Red Sun periods, the world would be in chaos, bringing down evil karma; the 'final disaster' of Red Sun would be the world's last great calamity, during which plagues would spread, the people starve, and the earth would change forms. After this catastrophe, it would be the time of White Sun, when the White Lotus Sect would be revered as the orthodox religious sect, and the world would enjoy the blessings of the Mother of Non-Birth.

Three or four days passed in the blink of an eye, and a gray mountain valley appeared before them, mist enveloping them, ancient towering trees covering the whole sky, with a dim color making the place feel like a corner of the underworld.

Sunlight couldn't penetrate, seemingly fulfilling the prophecy of the end of the Red Sun.

Crossing a stone bridge, suddenly bubbles appeared on the river surface, and a black fish leaped out. The fish's head bore markings resembling a human face, and as its gills moved, it let out a wailing sound like a baby's cry.

Chu Yiyuan whispered, "The River God has taken the bridge toll, bringing great fortune, great fortune."

Saying this, he hurriedly tossed a Copper Coin into the water, and the fish seized the coin and sank to the riverbed, calming the water surface immediately.

Branches intertwined along the way, with sticky spider webs hanging down, trapping the corpses of some unknown insects. Chu Yiyuan and his group walked along this road, the crunch of their shoes on the dead leaves sounding like whispers.

As they approached the depths of the valley, the sky turned completely black, with only a faint glimmer. In the corner of Chen Yi's eyes, human faces suddenly appeared in the wrinkles of the tree bark.

Chu Yiyuan said, "Outsiders all say this place is like the underworld."

Before his voice fell, a claw of white bone suddenly extended from the roots, grabbing his ankle to drag him into the earth.

Chen Yi glanced around, shook his head and said, "It's not like."

He stamped his foot, scattering a piece of talisman paper, and from beneath the earth came the wailing of an old woman. The surrounding ancient trees collectively swayed back three feet, revealing a path.

Chen Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.

He had been to the underworld, and it wasn't as eerie and bizarre as this place.

Yin Tingxue, somewhat afraid, grasped Chen Yi's hand, Miss Donggong felt a sense of familiarity with the cold wind here as if she were back home.

Chu Yiyuan gasped in pain, left with three bloody scratches on his ankle, just as he heard Chen Yi ask, "Does everyone coming here encounter such a scene?"

"No... Mr. Chen, you may not know, ordinary people don't experience this.," Chu Yiyuan said with a bitter smile, "It's because of the great calamity in Wuchang, I am being taken to the main hall to face trial."

....

Traveling for an unknown amount of time.

The damp, chilling aura of the path weighed heavily on the body, making Yin Tingxue tremble in fear at the bizarre sights they passed, convinced that nowhere else could resemble the Demon Path more.

Beyond the forest, a grand hall emerged before them.

Its eaves soared upward, bronze gates stood proud, and massive stones built the walls, full of ancient charm, like a palace emerging from the ground.