Chapter 1975: Chapter 1965: Holy Hall, Everyone’s Expectations
"Want to leave? It won’t be that easy. Beiming Yu, things have come to this point. Even if a heavenly immortal came, they might not be able to save you. You should just surrender. Hand over the ancient zither in your hand, and I might not make things difficult for you."
Dugu Qiubai’s feet moved like the wind, with a whoosh, he chased after Beiming Yu, soaring into the sky.
"Hmph, old ghost, do you really think you’re something special? You didn’t die years ago. Today is your death day, I’ll even help arrange your funeral."
Buzzing... Reaching the top of the stone sculpture, Beiming Yu bent her legs, positioning the Heavenly Touching Zither between them, the ten slender, fair fingers playing rapidly on the zither like a Spiritual Snake.
"Buzz... Buzz... Buzz..."
With the strumming of the strings, layers of invisible sound energy instantly gathered around Beiming Yu as the center. Each sound of the string was like a sharp, icy blade wandering through the void.
These blades seemed to be infused with souls, all swarming towards Dugu Qiubai and Taihuang Demon explosively.
The Heavenly Touching Zither, playing a deadly melody, wielded great power, not yet at the level of a Divine Weapon. But the energy it contained and the mysterious magic power filled many with jealousy.
Beiming Yu’s cultivation was shallow, not enough to unleash the true might of the Heavenly Touching Zither. In her hands, it could only augment her energy at best.
"Slash!"
Taihuang Demon suddenly gave a low shout. The Heartless Sword was also a Holy Artifact. Unfortunately, one was in Nangong Bing’s hands, the other in Supreme Emperor’s, unable to fully unleash the power of the Holy Artifact. But even casually, it could exert astonishing power.
Dugu Qiubai and Taihuang Demon jointly resisted Beiming Yu. The great battle fully erupted.
Beiming Mansion was wrapped and filled with dozens of different energies.
Everyone looked at the battle in the sky with trepidation. However, no one knew what consequences would occur next.
"Mother, you must not give up. You still have me and Lanlan. You must live well."
Beiming Huang held her sister’s hand tightly, her eyes full of grief as she looked at the sky. The great battle had erupted. If her mother couldn’t survive this battle, almost everyone here would die.
"Mother, I want to go help my mother." Beiming Lan waved her small fist, biting her silver teeth, wanting to go and help her mother. But she was grabbed by Beiming Huang.
"Lanlan, come back to me! At this time, going out will only distract Mother and increase her worries. Do you wish for Mother to fight the enemy while still caring about you?"
"But I can’t just watch them bully my mother!"
Beiming Lan spoke righteously. As a daughter, to just watch her mother suffer without the ability to help was the greatest pain of being a child.
"What can you do to help Mother? Just don’t create trouble for her; everything will be fine!"
For the first time, Beiming Huang got angry. The words her mother said to her still echoed in her mind like a last testament. She wanted to laugh it off as a joke and quickly forget it. But no matter how she tried, it was hard!
What Mother said was never without reason. This was Beiming Huang’s deepest sorrow.
The first time seeing her sister so angry and scolding her, Beiming Lan was immediately stunned. She knew the current situation was very bad. The more said and done, the more distracted everyone would be. So she simply said nothing and did nothing more.
"Everything will be fine, everything will be fine. Sister Lanlan, don’t worry. Everything will turn out well."
Tangtang was the most understanding one. Even though her mother was also facing a life-and-death crisis, she displayed an unusual calmness and composure. Having gone through some experiences, she began to mature slowly, no longer as naive as before.
If they could survive this battle, they might become even more mature.
"I don’t know when the ’little follower’ will return. If he comes back, things will surely be resolved." They pinned all their hopes on Lin Zifeng.
After all, every time Lin Zifeng appeared, he averted all crises.
In their hearts, Lin Zifeng was irreplaceable. Even most people in the Holy Hall developed a reliance on him, believing there was nothing he couldn’t solve in this world.
"Uncle will definitely come back. He will return on a five-colored cloud, just like the Supreme Treasure in Journey to the West!"
Tangtang waved her small fist, with a determined expression.
Though just self-consolation, they earnestly hoped for Lin Zifeng’s return more than anything else.
Inside Beiming Mansion...
Zhang Xixi gazed at the dim sky from deep within. Occasionally, different colors of Primordial Energy would appear in the sky, along with booming sounds. Though unable to help, her fists were clenched tightly, her eyes fixed on the sky.
"The Holy Hall will be fine. The Holy Hall will get through this crisis. Brother Lin, where are you? Hurry back. The Holy Hall can’t be without you!"
Murmuring a few words, Zhang Xixi fell to her knees, kneeling on the ground, folding her hands together, closing her eyes, and silently praying for everything. Praying for the Holy Hall and Beiming...
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Deep within Beiming Mansion...
Mu Yang led his Mu Family members burning incense, praying for peace and calm. Mu Cangtian held burning incense, worshiping the heavens, murmuring his intentions.
Outside Beiming Mansion in the ruins... Yu led surviving Shadow members in searching for survivors, watching the battle in the sky. She stood amidst the ruins, short hair blowing in the wind, covering half her beautiful face, holding two War Blades. Her eyes were full of various hopes.
Zhonghai City...
All those who had retreated at the first moment prayed for the Holy Hall. Though not on the frontlines, their hearts were connected with the Holy Hall. The Holy Hall was their home.
For their home to be destroyed by those barbarians was something no one wanted to see.
"May everything pass peacefully~ May the heavens protect us!"
Within the Ability Group, the Undefeated Angel Meng Chanji sat cross-legged on the attic, looking at the cloudy sky with cloudy old eyes filled with anticipation. Though not at the scene, his heart was always tied to the Holy Hall’s fate. Due to special reasons, he couldn’t appear now.
"Lin, I believe in you. Better not disappoint me."
Asura’s beautiful eyes flickered, her thoughts complex. She didn’t want to see the Holy Hall destroyed. Though she disliked Lin Zifeng, it was a simple personal dislike. She didn’t want to see the Holy Hall just vanish like that.
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