64: Chaos Divine Crystal

"Evidence? Of course there is!"

A mysterious crystal emitting seven-colored light was taken out from a Spatial Ring.

Zhang Bufan held it in his palm and said softly, "This Chaos Divine Crystal can restore the truth of that year for Sister Di!"

"The Chaos Divine Crystal?"

Di Yan nodded slightly, a look of contemplation appearing in her beautiful eyes.

She had heard of this item's reputation; it was a supreme treasure sent down to the Lower Realm by the Ancestral Grand-Mistress of the Lietian Sword Sect at great cost, said to possess terrifying, unfathomable abilities to peer into the heavens.

"Things from eighty years ago are not too far, but definitely not close either. It will require a significant price. Sister Di, watch closely!" Zhang Bufan said in a deep voice.

He continuously pulled out Top-Grade Spirit Stones from his Spatial Ring and fed them to the Chaos Divine Crystal to be absorbed.

After it had swallowed tens of thousands of them, the seven-colored light of the divine crystal became blindingly bright, piercing through the sky.

"Chaos Divine Crystal, traverse the universe, reverse Yin and Yang, restore the events of this place from eighty years ago!" Zhang Bufan shouted explosively.

The seven-colored light grew even more dazzling, like a rising sun, and finally enveloped the unsuspecting Di Yan.

"It's done! The Chaos Divine Crystal plus a Dao Heart Heart Demon seed to trade for an Indestructible Sword Body is a guaranteed profitable deal!"

Watching the young girl as if she had fallen into a state of deep meditation, Zhang Bufan breathed a sigh of relief and let out a hearty laugh.

For a long time, he gazed at the young girl's pretty face, a look of intense infatuation appearing on his own.

"Sister Di, being able to leave the Demonic Path early and join the Lietian Sword Sect is a good thing for your future!"

"Even if Sister Di finds out the truth later, she will probably understand her little brother's painstaking efforts!"

"If you must blame someone, blame me for loving you too much, Sister Di!"

...

The stars dimmed.

The bright moon in the sky was blocked by dark clouds, making tonight exceptionally dark.

"Where is this?"

Di Yan woke up from her muddled state.

She could not feel her body, as if only her Soul remained, drifting in the sky.

But soon, her attention was drawn to the residence below.

Lanterns were hung high, and the potted landscapes and trees were lush and beautiful.

Good-looking male servants were busy working, and burly manservants moved among them; everything felt so warm and beautiful.

"Daddy, I can't sleep, can you tell me another story, please!" a young girl's tender voice came from behind the courtyard.

The person speaking was a little girl only a few months old, wearing a red bellyband. However, she was gifted from a young age; she could speak and walk as soon as she was born, and her whole body radiated Spiritual Qi.

"This is... me when I was little!" Di Yan's eyes trembled.

She wanted to step forward, but her current state was completely beyond her control; she was like an outsider, only able to watch, unable to enter the scene.

"Alright, alright, alright, then Daddy will tell Xiao Yan another story today!"

The young man smiled and held the little girl in his arms, his eyes full of doting affection.

He was handsome, with an inherent scholarly and elegant temperament; one could tell at a glance he was a gentleman of a noble family.

"Today, Daddy will tell Xiao Yan the story of three nuns carrying water to drink!"

"No, I don't want to hear that, Daddy has told that before!" The little girl pouted in dissatisfaction, reached out her small hand to tug at the man's beard, and chided, "I want to hear a story about the world of cultivation!"

"Alright then, today Daddy will tell you the story of the Burial Heaven Demon Lord rising from the humble mortal dust!" The young man smiled helplessly.

"Yay, yay, I love hearing this one!" The little girl clapped her hands excitedly.

The young man cleared his throat and said, "It is said that the Burial Heaven Demon Lord was a pitiful person in his childhood. Because of an accident, his Spiritual Root was destroyed by someone, causing him to lose his talent for cultivation, which led to his fiancée coming to their home to break off the engagement..."

The Demon Lord's childhood story had many twists and turns, and the little girl listened with great interest.

When she heard the Demon Lord facing his fiancée's humiliation and angrily shouting, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully the young for being poor," the little girl's heart shook, and she felt her blood boiling.

Infinite complex patterns appeared on her skin, and supreme Sword Intent pierced through the clouds.

Soon, a shrill scream broke the silence of the night.

"Enemy attack!"

The fierce bandits led by Bai Muyu kicked open the gates of the Di Family residence. They held horse-chopping sabers, and the ordinary female guards of the Di Family were no match at all; they were routed as soon as they made contact.

For a time, crying, shouting, begging for mercy, and lewd laughter became the main melody of the night.

"No!"

Seeing this scene again, as if a nightmare sealed in the depths of her heart for many years had been awakened, Di Yan's beautiful eyes turned blood-red.

But she could only watch helplessly, unable to intervene.

This feeling was a hundred times more painful than it was back then.

"Daddy, Daddy, who are they? Daddy, where are you going!"

"Mommy, Mommy, Daddy was taken away by bad people!"

"Wuwuwu, Daddy! You bad people, let go of my Daddy!"

Even though the little girl was gifted and had the reputation of a divine maiden, she was ultimately too young. Seeing such bloody and brutal scenes, she was already scared out of her wits.

The head of the Di Family rushed over, wanting to take the little girl and break out.

But she was only a Martial Artist; how could she be a match for the Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator Bai Muyu? As soon as they clashed, her heart meridians were shattered, and she fell into a pile of corpses.

In her final moment before dying, she shielded the little girl tightly beneath her.

Next was the inhumane torture of the young man by Bai Muyu and her group.

The young man's pants were pulled down to his knees; he was like a puppet that had lost its Soul, lying on his back in the blood-stained mud, his face deathly pale, clear tears rolling down.

He turned his head, looked at the eyes of the little girl peeking out from under the pile of corpses, squeezed out a miserable smile, moved his lips, and used lip-reading.

"Xiao Yan, you must survive, take revenge!"

"Take revenge!"

"Take revenge!"

After saying this, unable to bear the humiliation, he chose to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

"Damn it, messed with a dead man, how unlucky!"

Bai Muyu stood up, pulling up her pants.

The Chaos Divine Crystal released a bewitching light at this moment, as bright as substance.

Under its illumination, several figures walked out from the depths of the Di Family courtyard. One of them held a golden book in their hands, excitedly saying, "Boss, the peerless divine technique has been found!"

That! Was!

Di Yan's pupils constricted sharply.

That golden book was almost exactly the same as the one her Revered Master held year-round!

Could it be?

A terrifying conjecture emerged in her heart, casting a heavy shadow over her Revered Master's tall and upright image.

"Not bad, not bad, now I can report back to that Lord!"

Bai Muyu carefully took the book, a smile appearing on her face, and then quickly retreated outside the courtyard: "Sisters, take all the valuable things, then let's wrap up!"

Di Yan's pretty face was pale; she no longer looked at the scene in the Di Family residence, her gaze fixed tightly on Bai Muyu's speeding back.

After crossing hundreds of miles of mountain roads, she climbed up towards a cliff.

When she walked out of the dense forest, a tall figure stood with hands behind his back, standing lonely on the cliff top. The biting cold wind blowing in his face made his signature black magic robe flutter loudly.

At this moment, Di Yan was almost suffocating; boundless fear and hatred were about to drown her.

Because that figure was too familiar, so familiar that it appeared in her dreams every night.

But she still held onto the last shred of hope in her heart.

"Lord, the divine technique you wanted is in hand, please take a look!"

Bai Muyu knelt on both knees, respectfully holding that book in her palms, raising it high.

"Well done!"

The black-robed figure's voice was cold, and then he slowly turned around.

His features were as if painted, his bearing peerless.

All things in the world were dimmed and reduced to mere foils before that stunning face.

Who else could it be but the Burial Heaven Demon Lord?!

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

The last shred of hope was cruelly extinguished.

Di Yan completely collapsed, her wails becoming more shrill and tragic with each sound.

Until the world shattered with a bang.