306: Chapter 306 Heartbroken

Until the last glimmer of her consciousness was completely extinguished, Su Daji's voice dissipated into the wind.

Su Chen's body swayed slightly.

Then.

He slowly.

Slowly lowered his head.

Looking at the body on the bench that would never open its eyes again.

That would never smile and call him "My King."

That would never bind him with chains.

That would never press its face against his neck and hum a little tune—that body in red.

His lips moved.

And he also vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Sir!"

"Husband!"

"Brother!"

Seeing that Su Chen's state was wrong, the exclamations of the women rang out once again.

But Su Chen could no longer hear them.

Darkness surged from the edges of his vision like a tide, rapidly swallowing everything.

In the instant before his consciousness completely sank into darkness.

His last perception was his body tipping forward.

His forehead hitting the edge of the bench heavily.

"Thud."

A dull sound.

Su Chen lost all support, his whole body falling forward.

Perfectly centered, his forehead rested against the edge of the bench.

His upper body slumped powerlessly onto Su Daji's stiff, delicate body.

His face pressed against her chest that would never rise and fall again.

His blood, and her blood.

On the equally vibrant red dress.

Slowly seeped out.

Merging together.

The cold wind atop Star-Plucking Tower.

Whimpered as it passed through the white jade railings.

Su Chen collapsed onto Su Daji's body, completely losing consciousness.

But even before falling.

His hand was still clutching Su Daji's skirt tightly.

Watching this scene, the six women including Zhuge Jinyu standing behind them all had red eyes, their hearts twisted in pain.

"Sir..."

Zhuge Jinyu stepped forward, wanting to lift Su Chen from that shell.

However, even though Su Chen had fallen into a deep coma, the strength in his hands was astonishingly great.

Ordinary strength could not possibly move Su Chen's hands away from Su Daji.

Zhuge Jinyu applied a little force, and Su Chen's brows furrowed in pain.

Given the strength of the women present, it would actually not be difficult to move Su Chen away.

However.

Who among them could bear to do so?

Ye Jingjun's eyes were red.

She stepped forward, gently pressed down on Zhuge Jinyu's hand, and shook her head.

"Stop pulling. Husband's soul is entirely tied to this dead fox now."

"Pulling him away by force will tear his spirit apart."

Zhuge Jinyu lowered her eyes powerlessly and sighed.

In the end, the six women could only compromise.

They joined forces to cast a spatial secret technique.

Bringing Su Chen, along with Su Daji's remains that he was clutching tightly in his arms.

Back to the Huayu Association headquarters in Jianghai City.

None of them expected.

What exactly awaited them next.

...

The High Martial Families were liquidated, and the Fake White Snake Cult suffered heavy losses and vanished without a trace.

The frequent natural disasters and the constantly appearing spatial rifts seemed to have subsided a little.

This period could be called the most leisurely time Great Xia had experienced since the natural disasters began.

The rifts in the inland areas were largely sealed through the efforts of the Hall of Valor's martial artists, with only a small, sporadic portion remaining.

Most of the remaining spatial rifts were concentrated on the surface of the outer sea.

Under the mobilization of the Hall of Valor, most martial artists began to concentrate toward the coastline of Great Xia.

The high-level martial artists all understood.

Those spatial rifts on the sea, and "that thing" temporarily sealed in the East Sea.

Were the ultimate enemies of human civilization.

Although they did not know when it would return.

Everyone was standing by in strict formation.

Not daring to be the least bit negligent.

...

The situation in Great Xia had eased somewhat.

But the mood among the six women remained anxious and burning with worry.

Not long after returning to the Huayu Association, Su Chen, who had been placed in a special formation, finally slowly woke up amidst a faint rise and fall of his breathing.

The six women, who had been guarding the bedside, instantly saw a glimmer of hope burst forth in their eyes.

Su Wanyue was so excited that she threw herself onto the edge of the bed and tightly grasped Su Chen's hand.

"Brother, you finally woke up."

"Do you know you scared Wanyue to death..."

However, the moment Su Chen truly opened his eyes.

The somewhat lively air in the room dropped back to freezing point.

The smile on Su Wanyue's face froze completely.

What kind of eyes were those.

Not sad, not angry, not confused.

Yet they lacked even a shred of the vitality belonging to a living person.

That pair of eyes that once, in every story that belonged uniquely to him and them.

Was always calm, composed, wise, and once the light that led them forward.

At this moment, they were like two dry wells that had been parched for ten thousand years.

Gray, hollow, and lifeless.

Su Chen's complexion was snow-white, his lips cracked.

He was like a marionette whose soul had been drained away.

His body had not a shred of vitality, letting Zhuge Jinyu and the others manipulate his body however they wanted, letting them call out to him however they wished.

Letting their gazes be as anxious as they could be.

Su Chen did not have the slightest reaction.

He just instinctively, stiffly turned his head to look into his arms.

There.

Laying there was Su Daji, whose body had been temporarily preserved by Cang Mingyue using a secret technique to prevent decay.

Su Chen was like a vegetative person, retaining only the most basic vital signs.

He blankly held Su Daji's delicate body, reaching out that trembling hand.

Over and over again, subconsciously stroking Su Daji's already stiff cheeks.

No tears, and no words.

He just stared at her blankly, as if the entire world had nothing to do with him anymore.

His universe had collapsed onto this cold shell in his arms.

"Sir... don't scare Xiao Yu."

"Look at me..."

Zhuge Jinyu's voice trembled as she reached out and waved her hand in front of Su Chen.

No reaction.

Su Wanyue pressed against Su Chen's wrist, and after probing for a while, she sighed.

"Brother has closed off his heart."

"Now, any external force might be useless to him."

Su Chen had completely locked his spirit into an Avici Hell that only contained him and Su Daji.

In fact, if it were merely Su Daji's death, Su Chen might be grief-stricken.

Perhaps he would madly look for an opportunity for revenge.

But he would definitely not have turned into this living dead state.

After all, Su Chen had also experienced three rounds of investment, three times of life and death separations.

Sadness would certainly be there.

But he really would not be this fragile.

What truly destroyed him was the guilt and regret that was cutting him to pieces.

As soon as Su Chen closed his eyes, his mind would frantically flash back to those consciousness images Su Daji left behind.

From the end of the Great Yin investment world, her lonely determination as she carried his charred remains and slaughtered her way to the Heavenly Court;

For his words "protect the common people," she transformed into her nine-tailed true form, and in the dark abyss rift, used her flesh and blood to desperately block it for nine hundred years.

Nine hundred years.

What kind of inhuman pain that must have been.

One must know, even for a small alien demon rift, every time it appears, martial artist sacrifices are inevitable.

Then what about Su Daji?

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