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My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1291 - 710: If She Is Fake (Double - )
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Chapter 1291: Chapter 710: If She Is Fake (Double Chapter)

It’s not just about being at a loss on how to lead people...

More because...

Chen Yi turned back, searching around, after a long while, gazed towards the edge of the town...

Little Fox, where did she go?

.........

Yin Tingxue escaped from the town.

The town’s glow gradually faded away, elongating her shadow, and the longer it stretched, the more blurred it became, until soon it was like a broken thread slipping into the shade.

The town’s glow finally turned into a blurred golden point at the edge of her vision, like the last glimpse of daylight before falling into an abyss.

She trudged along a route from distant memories, in a dead silence.

Memories were like ink seeping into water, with many details already blurred, but the general direction and several key markers were vividly etched into her bones.

She dared not pause for a moment, fearing that if she stopped, she’d be assimilated by this all-consuming World of Ignorance, or... noticed by that lurking terror.

As she passed through a particularly dark area, a familiar sense of oppression descended unceremoniously from above.

The black of the sky abruptly pressed down, with shadows dense as substance slowly covering her, Yin Tingxue’s heart nearly stopped, she froze in place, holding her breath completely, as if turning into a rock on the roadside.

The vast shadow hovered above her for a moment, like murky river water spilling over riverbed stones, unable to detect anything unusual, then slowly drifted away, creeping towards the direction where faint Buddhist chants still emanated.

Only when that suffocating oppression completely vanished did Yin Tingxue slowly exhale a murky breath, her back drenched in cold sweat.

She dared not delay, continuing her journey.

She didn’t know how long she walked, perhaps a moment, perhaps an eternity, in this desolate land where even time seemed frozen, the outline of a building finally emerged in the dimness ahead.

It was a dilapidated temple, much smaller than the one where the ceremony had just been held, standing lonely in the void, as if forgotten by the world.

The walls were mottled, revealing a dull hue inside, eaves collapsed, draped with web-like black filaments, yet, such a seemingly flimsy temple sealed the Five Poison Dead Tree.

Here it is.

A trace of determination flashed in Yin Tingxue’s eyes, without a hint of hesitation, she used every ounce of strength to charge toward the tightly closed, strangely twisted-pattern dark red door.

She thought it would be as in her memory, easily pushing open the door.

However, the door didn’t budge an inch.

Yin Tingxue looked up in astonishment, unbelievingly reaching out again to push on the door, this time, she mustered all the remaining power inside her, True Qi poured out from her palm.

"Bang!"

A muffled impact sound echoed.

She felt as if she’d crashed into an ancient mountain, the force of the rebound made her arm numb, her shoulder throbbed with pain. That seemingly decayed wooden door was now heavy as ten thousand pounds, hard as steel.

The door still didn’t react in the slightest, not even a speck of dust fell.

Why? It’s not like this in my memory!

She clearly remembered, it was from here that she pushed the door open, saw the entirely different light outside...

Panic rose like maggots that gnaw at bones, climbing up.

"Why... why can’t I push it open, can’t get out, wasn’t I already... enlightened?"

Could there be a mistake in memory? Or... did the World of Ignorance itself change? Or perhaps...

A terrible thought suddenly popped into her mind, Chen Yi’s face surfaced in her mind,

Could it be, she really is the Ignorance of his desires...

If so, if so, then she is... fake?

The surrounding grayness was boundless, dead chaos, an unprecedented isolation and despair consumed her like a tide.

Yin Tingxue’s pupils contracted, staring incredulously at the immobile temple door ahead, an unprecedented isolation and despair consumed her like a tide.

If she’s fake, where is the real Yin Tingxue?!

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