Boundless gloom devours the heart; a lonely young girl weeps within it.
As Xin's soul descended into the Supreme Pontiff's spiritual sea, he immediately felt the pressure of invading darkness.
Bibi Dong's spiritual sea was a vast gray-black expanse, where swirling mist rolled like ocean waves. In the distant sky, two spider-shaped star patterns hung silently. Only the very center held a faint trace of light, resembling a single blooming cherry blossom struggling to survive in endless night.
Before Xin could observe further, hands reached out from the gloom and grabbed at his presence—fragile, desperate, trembling hands filled with fear, confusion, and broken voices:
"Wuwuwu~"
"Save me."
"Can you stay here with me? Dong'er is so lonely."
"Please, kill me. I don't want to live anymore."
"My child… my child! Why, why? She is a sin!"
"Ahhh! Die, everyone must die!"
"Go!"
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The cherry blossom immortal qi on Xin's body began to circulate instinctively, about to spread outward and dispel the surrounding darkness.
At that moment, a noble figure stepped out from the gloom. The fluctuations from her presence instantly scattered those distorted shadows that resembled her by seventy or even eighty percent. With a composed movement, Bibi Dong bowed slightly to Xin.
"Teacher Xin, welcome to my spiritual sea."
"It may not be beautiful here; please don't mind it."
Her voice carried a faint trace of embarrassment, even self-consciousness.
The spiritual sea is a reflection of one's inner world, preserving fragments of past emotions and memories. Here, color becomes the language of the heart.
Gray-black. Deep, heavy gray-black.
So dark that even Xin could not help but feel slightly surprised.
"It's alright. Everyone has darkness in their heart; yours is just more complete."
"I… I wasn't like this before," Bibi Dong said softly. "I used to be like this cherry blossom—pink, soft, and warm."
She pointed toward the only bright place in the spiritual sea.
Xin followed her gaze.
Under the drifting cherry blossom light, countless versions of Bibi Dong from different ages quietly gathered. They rested there, forming the only warmth within her entire spiritual world.
That single point of light was not just beauty—it was memory, longing, and the last untouched purity of her heart.
It also revealed something clearly: Xin had become one of the deepest anchors within her spirit. A source of stability she unconsciously clung to, which was why she chose to remain at Taoyuan Academy even at the cost of a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and Spirit Bone.
Perhaps only within Taoyuan Academy could that darkness be temporarily held back, allowing her to breathe freely and forget, even for a moment, the unbearable weight of her past.
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