allonlinenovel Chapter 530 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [206]
Chapter 530 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [206]
As the snow in the human world began to melt and its radiance shone into the Buddhist cave, the body enshrined on the lotus platform finally showed signs of coming back to life.
The face, which had been bloodless and almost transparent, began to regain its color; the body, which had been lifeless and icy cold, gradually began to warm up.
After being struck by lightning and losing consciousness, Jiang Xiyu felt as if his soul had fallen into a dark and stagnant pool.
The stagnant water was icy cold, as if it wanted to freeze his soul.
However, the past would revolve before his eyes, preventing his soul from dying completely.
Jiang Xiyu became engrossed in it. After seeing everything, her soul gradually lost its senses. She felt neither joy nor pain, and she lost track of time.
His soul seemed to have died completely in the past, and also in this dark and sunless abyss.
Just as Jiang Xiyu gave up struggling and was about to sink into the water,
Faint light and shadow suddenly appeared on the stagnant water.
Although the light was faint and far away, it seemed to have dealt a severe blow to Jiang Xiyu's soul, spreading inexplicable sadness and sorrow.
He seemed to hear a familiar voice, or perhaps he was just hallucinating because he was in a quiet environment.
Even so, he felt he couldn't let things sink any further.
A voice seemed to be reminding him not to close his eyes, not to give up, making him feel that he had left something behind and shouldn't lose it.
Until that light grew brighter and brighter, until it warmed Jiang Xiyu's soul more and more.
That voice, seemingly filled with blood and tears, yet also carrying the weight of pain and suffering, clearly reached Jiang Xiyu's ears and entered his soul.
He tried desperately to respond, but found that he couldn't make a sound no matter what he did.
He tried desperately to swim towards the light, but found that he could not reach it no matter what he did.
This went on and on. Jiang Xiyu was submerged in the stagnant water when she suddenly felt very tired and had no strength left.
However, in that moment of despair, it seemed as if a drop of rain fell into the still water.
The raindrop fell on Jiang Xiyu's cheek, its taste bitter, like a tear.
Jiang Xiyu's soul trembled. Facing that tear, he seemed to see a familiar figure and hear a familiar voice. That voice was like a spring breeze brushing past his ears, as if driving away all the coldness.
Suddenly, the still water seemed to transform into a person's eye.
He gazed at her tenderly, with the same helplessness and doting affection as before, yet his tone carried a barely perceptible hint of bitterness: "Kitty... open your eyes and look at me..."
At that moment, Jiang Xiyu's soul seemed to be in tears.
He then remembered what he had left behind.
It turns out that the person he wanted to love had been abandoned by him in this mortal world.
Grief spread from the depths of the soul, and suddenly, the still waters rippled, and the faint light grew even brighter.
It was a golden light that swept over Jiang Xiyu, dispelling all the coldness and deathly silence around him. It was as if, out of nowhere, a pair of hands gently embraced him, pushing him away from the abyss, as if with pity and gentle coaxing: "Come back..."
“Come back to me…”
"Kitty, I'm waiting for you..."
It was the voice of a monk, and it also seemed to be the voice of Yuejia, mixed together, and finally turned into one sentence: I miss you so much.
I miss you so much...
Jiang Xiyu suddenly seemed to wake up as if she were drowning.
His body began to regain sensation, and he gradually began to hear sounds.
The light and shadows flickered before his eyes, and as all his senses returned, Jiang Xiyu suddenly opened his eyes.
The light caused tears to well up in his eyes.
After the blur, a figure as pure and aloof as snow appeared in my peripheral vision.
Jiang Xiyu slowly blinked her sore, tearful eyes, and her gaze shifted slightly, meeting a pair of extremely vast and ethereal eyes.
The pupil embodies two polarities: red represents the karmic fire within the eye, while dark represents the still water within. One is still, the other in motion, their interplay like reflecting the sun, moon, stars, and rivers, like giving birth to all things in the void, seemingly containing suffering, yet also like compassion.
However, at this moment, those beautiful eyes appeared somewhat empty and lifeless.
The moment Jiang Xiyu saw it, her heart suddenly ached.
He instinctively wanted to reach out and touch those eyes, but he couldn't lift them up no matter what he did.
He opened his mouth again, wanting to call out to him, but the dryness in his throat prevented him from speaking; he could only utter a few hoarse sounds.
Shiga remained motionless, staring at Jiang Xiyu for a long time before it seemed as if the snow on the mountain had melted away.
He slowly reached out and gently stroked Jiang Xiyu's open eyes, as if he had seen this illusion many times before. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Today... are you willing to open your eyes and look at me?"
His tone was very soft, as if he was afraid of frightening him, or as if he was afraid that the illusion would dissipate.
Jiang Xiyu took a long time to react. Her eyes were red as she looked at him, her lips trembling almost imperceptibly, uttering a strange, panting sound: "Ah...fa..."
Shiga's expression remained unchanged, his face expressionless, but his tone became strangely gentler: "Today... are you willing to talk to me again?"
Jiang Xiyu coughed in distress, her body trembling.
Shiga's fingertips, which were resting above his eyelids, touched them as a result.
The next moment, something seemed to fall into his empty eyes, and then his gaze trembled uncontrollably and silently.
Jiang Xiyu coughed until she was almost crying blood. Only after she finally coughed up the breath she had been holding back did she manage to regain a little of her voice.
He called out softly, his voice trembling with tears, "Master... Master..."
Jiang Xiyu called out, raising her hand tremblingly.
Shiga lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed blankly on Jiang Xiyu's face. After a long, long time, once he was certain that this was not an illusion and that he had really heard it, the icy aura around Shiga suddenly became chaotic.
Before he could even think it through, he reached out and grasped Jiang Xiyu's raised hand, then, as if in a dream, bent down and gently pulled him into his arms.
The force was gentle and trembling, as if afraid that he would dissipate again.
"Cat..." Shiga murmured to himself, not daring to exert force or let go.
"Cat..." he kept murmuring, as if he were possessed.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu felt as if her heart was breaking.
Shiga suddenly raised his hand and cupped Jiang Xiyu's face in his hands.
His fingertips trembled, as did his eyes. He looked at Jiang Xiyu with trembling unease, the stagnant water in his heart rising and falling until it surged into a raging storm.
He wanted to ask if it was real, or if it was just his imagination. A thousand words were pressed against his heart, surging like still water, reaching his mind, only to suddenly go blank. All he could do was call out to him over and over again.
No matter how much I shouted, I couldn't soothe the excruciating pain in my heart.
Their eyes met, bloodshot veins spreading across their faces, as if they had gone through a long cycle of reincarnation.
Finally, Shiga's tone became almost coaxing, even tinged with a hint of pleading, as she asked him, "Is this... a dream? Are you... really...?"