And when midnight struck, a bright moon hung in the sky.
The moonlight spread like silver frost, covering the Blood Sea.
Lu Qingfeng, his hair white with age, sat upright on the Magic Platform, opened his eyes, and in a soft voice called out, "Le'er, awaken!"
In the midst of the revolving Illusion Realm, Ao Le's ninth life came to an end, besieged by myriad outer demons and evil spirits. They lured with sensuous pleasures and desires and tormented with hair-plucking, bone-corrosion, bizarre pains and itches, and foul tastes and smells, far surpassing the suffering of the past by a hundredfold.
In a daze, amidst great pain and suffering.
A familiar voice reached her ears.
Boom!
Her chaotic mind, like chaos splitting at the beginning of creation, thundered clear to the skies, and memories of the past all came flooding back—
Her childhood hardships at Wujiang.
Her marriage during her youth at Min River.
And later, accompanied by her spouse.
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