"Do you still want to keep going? Living alone and killing more people, you might as well give up. Give up sooner... You will be free sooner, and the people around you will no longer be hurt."
Xi Yue's face changed drastically. She rushed to Ji Mingyu and shouted his name, telling him that everything was fake.
However, even though Xiyue shouted until her voice became hoarse, she did not get any response.
This is Ji Mingyu’s past and illusion, and it is the demon buried deep in his heart.
He trapped himself in this world, exiled himself, and destroyed himself. If he had not awakened himself, no one could have saved him.
Ji Chengfeng's voice continued to reach Ji Mingyu and Xi Yue's ears, "You killed Xiaotian and Jun Linxi. It was because you refused to let them go and held on to them, causing them to fall into an abyss of no return."
"Do you think that others can accompany you? Haha, those beasts and your beloved woman will all die because of you. If you don't believe me, you can look at your future."
The scene in the illusion changed again.
Xi Yue saw Ji Mingyu standing in a pool of blood, with corpses lying all over the ground.
The moment she saw the corpses, Xi Yue took a deep breath.
It turned out to be Qinglong, Baihu... the eight of them.
Ji Mingyu, who was standing in the middle, held a sword in his hand with blood on the tip of the sword, but his face was not cold and heartless, but empty, helpless and sad.
The dying Qinglong grabbed his trouser legs and roared in pain, "Master, we have been with you for so long, and we have never thought of betraying you. Why do you want to kill us? Master, you are so cruel!"
Clang—the long sword fell to the ground!
Ji Mingyu stretched out his hand and looked at the blood on it. There was not a trace of light in his dark eyes.
"Ji Mingyu, this is fake!" Xi Yue yelled, "This is an illusion created by Ji Chengfeng using your inner demons. Qinglong and the others are still alive. They are not dead at all! Ji Mingyu, wake up!"
Xi Yue screamed until she was hoarse, tears streaming down her eyes, but she couldn't wake up Ji Mingyu who was gradually falling into despair.
Ji Chengfeng's bewitching voice was still ringing, "Look, you killed someone close to you with your own hands again. Your soul is destined to be dirty, cruel, and cold-blooded, and will only hurt those around you. Aren't you ready to give up? What's the point of living a lonely life like this?"
Ji Mingyu's whole body was shaky, as if he would fall down at any time.
Only the last bit of willpower supported him and he didn't choose to give up.
Xi Yue heard Ji Chengfeng sneer, "I want to see how long you can hold on."
The illusion scene changed again.
The scenes that followed were so familiar to Xiyue that they couldn't be more familiar.
These were the scenes of her meeting and getting to know Ji Mingyu.
Looking at the scene of their encounter in the hot spring and the strong and domineering pressure of the man in the Temple of Hell, Xi Yue showed a soft smile on her face.
It turned out that Ji Mingyu really fell in love with her at first sight.
Moreover, the Zhaotian Order was issued just to find himself.
After separating from the Temple of Hell, the man tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night, with only himself in his mind.
Ji Mingyu has always been cold and aloof, and he would never express his feelings out loud.
If she hadn't experienced this illusion, Xi Yue would have never known how much this man loved her. (To be continued)