Chapter 10 — Heart Cave Thien Kiep

Foreign Session 1 The long rainy night has not ended. The rain outside the window keeps falling. In that endless dream, I returned to the moment when ten thousand swords pierced my heart. At that time, I die. In the moment of my last breath, I still tried to remember each face, my trembling lips let out a poisonous oath: "If there is... an afterlife... I will definitely... kill all of you." No one pays attention to the prayers of the dying. My body was arbitrarily dumped in a cemetery, under torrential rain. I became a lonely soul, built a grave without a headstone, sat next to myself and cried for myself for three days and three nights. When my tears dried up, I prepared to leave this place... I saw... a white-clothed silhouette coming from afar. Tu Bach. The white robe, which was originally clean, was now soaked in the rain, strands of black hair were loose, covering half of her pale face. Even so, the coldness between the eyebrows still could not hide the oppressive darkness in the deep peach blossom eyes. I don't know if it was because the rain was so heavy that your eyelids were wet, or... on the way here, you cried. The person's eyes were covered with dark circles, his breathing was extremely chaotic, his spiritual energy was scattered like a thread about to break, his steps were staggered, he coughed every two steps, and after three steps he spat blood. I stopped walking, my soul paused in the rain, my lips trembling as if to call out. I want to hug you —— But my hands pass through that cold body, like through a dream that cannot be held. Step by step, people entered the cemetery, where corpses were piled up. In the past three days, a new body has been brought in. My body... has long been buried deep at the bottom, no one can find it anymore. I watched the person slowly kneel down, his knees submerged in cold mud, his bare hands brushing away layers of slushy mud, peeling off layers of corpses, not caring at all about the dirt and dirty blood staining his snow-white robe. “A Ly…” His voice was choked in his throat, trembling like a suppressed sob, calling my name, like a sigh, like self-blame and self-hatred. Rainwater mixed with clear tears fell, each drop condensing on cold fingertips. This time... I saw clearly - Tu Bach was crying. You are the only one, among the tens of thousands of people who turned away, the only one who shed tears because of me. I trembled and whispered in the wind: "Master... Venerable?" The rain poured down, the night was long and endless. He did not hear my call, his hands did not stop for a moment, each cold body he peeled layer by layer out of the deep mud, even though sharp thorns pierced his hands, blood spread into bright red streaks, he did not frown once. A body… then another body. I walked beside him, my soul lost, groping with him in the rain, in the cold wind. Two hours. The sound of rain hitting the ground, the sound of thunder rumbling on the horizon. The night seemed to be torn into pieces by the rain - the sky gradually brightened, pale gray white light dyed the quiet mountain range. Finally, he... found me. The moment he saw the heart-piercing wound in his chest, his whole body suddenly stood still, like a stone statue that had lost its soul. The sound of thunder sounded like it was exploding right in his ears, his fingertips trembled, it took a long time before he slowly reached out and hugged me - His breathing was heavy, his hoarse voice seemed to crumble, breaking in the sound of the rain: "A Ly... Sorry." "A Ly..." "Is it cold? Tell me, master... is it cold?" “Open your eyes… look at me… okay?” “Master… will not punish you anymore.” “You… don't either Punish the master... is that okay, A Ly?" His voice was… almost pleading. Every word, every sentence, choked in blood and rain, like a knife cutting into my heart. I've never seen him like that. Two lifetimes, never. He has always been a lofty snow-capped mountain, a moonlight in the sky, cold, arrogant, desireless, and undemanding. But at this moment —— he was like a rotten Buddha statue, the golden light cracked, inside was cold, damp darkness, blood and rainwater mixed into one. He carried me back to his own private room. He wiped every inch of skin on my body with warm water. He used thousand-year-old jade to hand-carve an ice coffin and gently placed me inside - That night became a night that will never end. Ten days. Ten nights. He never took a step away from me, sleeping next to the cold ice gate, with every breath, he still softly called my name like a curse. Day ten. He sat in front of the coffin, his hair messy, his white robe covered in dust, his eyes lost all brightness, his voice was low and hoarse, speaking to my body as if he were talking: "A Ly... You are angry with me... so you left me behind... right?" “Okay… Teacher admits his mistake.” “Wake up… I'll do whatever you want… okay?” His fingertips gently touched the tip of my nose, a devilish smile, so sad and beautiful but bloody and crazy: "A Ly... Master will capture all of them, to bury with you... Is that okay?" Of course I didn't answer. But he... thought I agreed. That night —— All those who participated in that conspiracy, he went to each house one by one, not sparing their lives. {Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac} From the moment I died, my soul never left his side. I hovered behind, only seeing the silhouette of his white shirt stained with blood, seeing him treading in human blood with every step, seeing his eyes glowing red, like an angry god descending to earth, carrying the killing intent of the world, vowing to bury everything. That night, he killed the red eye. Blood stained all over three thousand six hundred and thirteen lives, the entire continent was shaken from heaven to earth, fresh blood dyed the long street red. Chi Gioi sword held each person's neck, every time blood was about to splatter, he asked only one question: "I and the Demon Race have only fought a few battles... How dare you hurt my treasure?" He never said I was dead. In his words, I... was just injured. “Holy Venerable, spare my life!” “Holy Venerable… please spare my life!” Those with high power and positions, those arrogantly claiming to be righteous, now kneel down and crawl on the ground, begging for survival. No exceptions. All... died under Chi Gioi's nose. That night, the sound of swords rang out. Chi Gioi drank enough blood, from then on he became a fierce sword with fierce evil energy, his reputation spread throughout the continent, causing his soul to tremble in fear when he heard his name. Tran Tinh Hao - her death is even more tragic than this life. The soul is broken into hundreds of pieces, the body is torn into shreds, it cannot enter reincarnation, it is painful to have its bones torn apart, and it will never be reborn. 2 From that day on... Tu Bach went crazy. He is no longer the supreme Saint Venerable, no longer the white-clothed god that the whole continent admires. There was only one demon in the guise of a fairy, a devil who, upon hearing his name, made children stop crying. He hid my ice coffin in the precepts, step by step carried it with him, slept with him, said with him, talking to, like… in his world, I'm still alive. He tried a thousand methods to revive me - from the lost forbidden technique, to the heaven-defying method of soul conversion. But… it's all in vain. His spiritual energy was exhausted, his blood drained, every time he failed, he sat in front of the ice coffin, smiling... as if comforting himself: "It's okay... There's still a way... I'll try one more time..." Until three years later —— A person appeared. That person's white hair fluttered, his robe was stained with dust, his eyes were cloudy, his hoarse voice was worn away by time: "Tu Bach." “That year… when you saved her… I warned you.” "She... is your love." “If you pass… you will become the only god of the entire continent.” "If you... don't make it..." He looked straight into those blood-red eyes, his voice lowered, carrying a layer of pain that could not be hidden: "You... will become a ghost." Tu Bach stood in front of the ice coffin, his white robe soaked in cold dew, his fingers gently brushing my pale cheek. His eyes were as quiet as a dead lake, his voice sounded as cold as night mist: "No way... Whether it's a god... or a demon... the master doesn't care." Those eyes —— were numb, like a dewy abyss, cold to the bone, without a trace of light. The old man stood beside him, his white beard fluttering, looking at him for a long time, finally sighing heavily: "You... and she... are destined to be forever." “Master… there is a way to save her.” “But… need half of your Linh Lung Tam pill.” “Do you… wish?” At that moment, in those quiet eyes, a ray of light flashed, trembling like a fire in the middle of a winter night. His hand tightened slightly, losing his breath: "Please." “Master, please… fulfill it for me.” The old man looked at him, shook his head and sighed again: "Confused... Well... it can't be helped!" That night, it was cold and windy. The rain fell sideways down the eaves, spilling onto the frost-covered steps. I was carried out of the ice coffin, my body cold, without a breath, and placed next to him on the pale white ice. Tu Bach lay down next to me, his lips pursed tightly, his hand holding a cold silver dagger that, without hesitation, stabbed straight into his chest. Fresh blood spurted out, crimson red under his body, cold air crept into every inch, melting into his cold scent. I screamed in my heart, wanting to stop him: "Don't...! It's not worth it, Tu Bach! You... don't need to do that for me!" But my call vanishes into nothingness. There was only his rapid breathing, and the color of blood covering the white ice. Tu Bach placed half of his Linh Lung Tam into my chest, the magic formation started, the golden light rotated, from that moment - "A Ly From now on, you and I... share the same heart." The price to pay —— We... start from the beginning again. 3 I woke up from the dream, my whole body trembling, my hair was wet, and the pillow under my head was soaked with tears. In the darkness, Tu Bach leaned over and hugged me. His fingertips used his thumb to gently wipe away the remaining tears. His voice was as low as the night wind, carrying gentle coaxing: "A Ly... What did you dream about... crying so much?" I didn't speak, just tightened my arms around him, my ear pressed against his steady chest, listening to the sound of our hearts beating together, one side was me, the other side was him. My throat was dry, my voice trembled, like wind blowing through thin clouds: "Tu Bach..." "I love you." “Love… it's been a long time.” Complete