After I Died My Dao Companion Drowns in Endless Regret Chapter 128

The moonlight flowed down, and the person before her was sometimes blurry, sometimes near. Although they were no longer completely cut off as before, the inability to truly touch remained the deepest regret hidden in her heart. With desire comes longing, which grows like wild grass in the spring wind, uncontrollable. But Lingfeng was in the south, and she was in the north. Neither of them could, nor would, leave their posts for a bit of personal selfishness. They could only speak of their longing time and again, pretending they could truly touch each other.
“I… I—” Wei Yunshu’s lips trembled, her eyes never leaving her.
It wasn’t until Lingfeng approached with light steps that she awoke as if from a dream. Just as she had imagined in the past, she reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace. She rested her head on Lingfeng’s shoulder, as if drawing strength from her body. “I thought you wouldn’t come,” she said in a muffled voice. After a pause, she looked up, gazing at Lingfeng. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Lingfeng hummed. “A surprise for you?” She raised a hand to gently stroke Wei Yunshu’s face, her eyes focused on the person before her, tracing her features as if with a brush. “A seed was found in Cloud City. Senior Yun Qingzi managed to bring it to life and planted it next to the Chaos Tree. In an instant, it formed a forest of Blood Thorns. The Blood Thorns feed on flesh and blood. Unless the passage on that side is completely torn open, any demon trying to pass through the turbulent currents will only be devoured if they enter the Blood Thorn forest. With that, the pressure on the Sunset Burial Mounds in the Southern Continent has been reduced, so I was able to free up some time to come to—”
Before the word “North” could be spoken, Wei Yunshu had already pressed forward. Their lips and teeth met, instantly silencing the rest of Lingfeng’s words. A scorching heat spread from her waist, where Wei Yunshu’s hands held her, like a raging fire consuming her skin. Lingfeng lowered her lashes, her eyes darkening slightly. Amidst Wei Yunshu’s eager taking, she turned the tables, pressing her against the rough, uneven city wall. The atmosphere gradually became enchanting and lingering. A low moan sounded, abruptly startling them both back to their senses. Lingfeng leaned back slightly, her eyes fixed on Wei Yunshu’s flushed face. She raised a hand to caress her moist lips, back and forth.
The air was thick with romance, their souls given to each other through their mutual attraction.
“We’re outside,” Lingfeng whispered into Wei Yunshu’s ear, nibbling on her earlobe.
There were ways to block all prying eyes from the outside world, but after coming to her senses, Wei Yunshu also felt her actions had been a bit rash. She placed her hand on Lingfeng’s shoulder and, after a moment’s pause, said in a hoarse, feigned calm, “Mm.”
A delicate smile played on Lingfeng’s lips at the sight.
The night wind blew gently. As beautiful as the moon was, it couldn’t compare to the charm of the person before her.
Back in the room, Lingfeng and Wei Yunshu sat opposite each other. She spoke a little about the recent situation in Luoshui Divine Palace; as for things from further back, they had already been discussed through the communication talisman.
Wei Yunshu rested her chin on her hand, gazing at Lingfeng’s moving lips. Her voice was close, yet also distant, as if coming from the other side of the sky. Her mind wandered, and another spark of fire burned through her body and soul. Having been with her for so long, Lingfeng could tell her intentions just by looking at her face. She beckoned with her hand and said, “Come.” Wei Yunshu’s eyes lit up, and she immediately rushed towards Lingfeng.
She had originally thought that just being able to hold her would be enough. But Lingfeng’s fingers rested on her waist, caressing it gently. Through the thin layer of cloth, the small of her back grew hotter and hotter, while an intense itch spread through her heart, threatening to pull her into another world of dazed confusion. “Lingfeng—” Wei Yunshu gasped lightly, calling the name of the person before her in a low voice. Her eyes were veiled with a layer of moisture, like the shimmering autumn waves, like the starry river in the bright night. Her flushed cheeks were stunningly beautiful, holding a unique scenery in the world.
Lingfeng leaned in, her red lips brushing over the corner of her eye, her brow, then slowly sliding down her cheek, finally covering her red lips. Wei Yunshu trembled. She closed her eyes, her lashes casting faint shadows. Lingfeng hummed softly, raised her hand to undo her Daoist crown, and her long, dark hair cascaded down, scattering on the bed, intertwining with the snow-white Daoist robe.
Moonlight shone through the window lattice, casting a bright glow.
Wei Yunshu reached out and wrapped her arms around Lingfeng, her closed eyes opening again, her gaze hazy as if seen through a fog. She gave Lingfeng a little push, muttering something indistinctly. Lingfeng looked at her and responded with teary eyes, her arms tightening, and a few soft moans escaped her lips. The moonlight grew brighter, swaying and shattering on their jade-like backs, alluring and enchanting.
As their divine senses blended, a hundred years were stretched to infinity. It felt like not just the years in the Fu Li Immortal Realm, but also the lost millennia.
Wei Yunshu’s consciousness grew fuzzy. She shivered, her back suddenly tensing. A moment later, under Lingfeng’s soft reassurance, she slowly relaxed. “Lingfeng?” In a half-dreaming state, she cried out in alarm. But her vision suddenly changed. The endless pleasure instantly turned into the pain of her divine sense being torn apart. A sea of blood suddenly spread before her eyes, and in the center of the blood was a sword intent like a cascading river of stars. The forgotten true self, upon the arrival of the right opportunity, suddenly poured in like a flood, drowning her completely.
Sang Que, Sang Buwei, Wu Xiang, Shang Qing Divine Realm, Realm of Ruin… word after word pieced together a complete “me,” instantly connecting the scene of her soul scattering at the Wu Xiang Dao Palace with everything in the Fu Li Immortal Realm.
Wei Yunshu’s aura soared, and she suddenly opened her eyes.
The night was long gone. Everything that later came to represent pain seemed like a nightmare. But when she met the gaze of Lingfeng beside her, the little bit of hope she had built up completely shattered, turning into endless stardust floating in her consciousness, gradually blurring her thoughts.
Sang Buwei had had these thoughts long ago, but whether it was the path of the Dao or the Emperor, both had become something she could not obtain. She could only bury everything deep inside.
After being let down time and time again, how could she get what she wanted? Wei Yunshu’s mind was a blank slate, her thoughts in a jumble. The hand resting on Lingfeng couldn’t tighten, nor could it be pulled away. The memories of her past life combined with the experiences of this life were enough to completely break her.
“Why are you crying?” a faint sigh sounded. Lingfeng brushed away a strand of black hair from Wei Yunshu’s forehead and bent down to kiss her rosy lips. Once her true self was returned and her original face was recognized, there was no resentment in Lingfeng’s heart, only an unprecedented satisfaction. This mortal body of affection was also meant to guide “Que” back to her rightful place.
Wei Yunshu didn’t speak, only shedding silent tears.
From “Que” to “Buwei,” her calamity bodies had reincarnated again and again, and the Emperor had followed her into the mortal world time after time.
That sword strike on the Realm of Ruin, the one that shattered the Emperor’s Wu Xiang Dao body, how much must it have hurt? She had not failed her comrades of Gan Yuan, but she had failed the Emperor time and time again. How was she worthy of the Emperor’s favor? Was it just because she was “Que”? Was she also the “Dao” that the Emperor sought?
“I… I—” Wei Yunshu raised her hand and touched Lingfeng’s heart. But upon touching the skin marked with faint red traces, her fingertips suddenly recoiled, and she instantly lost all courage to touch. She lowered her lashes, her voice hoarse and trembling as she asked two words, “Does it hurt?”
“How could it not hurt?” Lingfeng hummed softly. She was very close to Wei Yunshu, their breaths intertwining. Not long ago, they had been nestled against each other, but now it felt as if an invisible wall had been built between them, separating them from afar. But this was not what she wanted. Since she had taken that step, she would not regret it.
“Are you afraid because of guilt?” Lingfeng added. She lowered her gaze to Wei Yunshu, kissed away the crystal tears from the corner of her eyes, and smiled softly. “Come, if you feel guilty, then find a way to please me.”
The flood of memories was far from being fully integrated. The discarded past selves gradually became clearer with each intertwining of their auras.
By the time she left the room, her cultivation had already reached the Cavern Heaven stage, the very “limit” set by the four founders themselves. The legacy of her past life, the gift of the Emperor, the results of their dual cultivation… in short, everything was developing for the better, just as Wei Yunshu had envisioned. As for those indescribable emotions, through repeated honest exchanges, Wei Yunshu had finally cast them all aside.
“The Black Tai Sui is in the Fu Li Immortal Realm, but there’s still no trace of it. I have a faint feeling that it’s in the Buzhou region,” Wei Yunshu said, holding Lingfeng’s hand, their fingers intertwined.
“Then let’s go find it,” Lingfeng said with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
“The Fu Li Immortal Realm cannot last forever. They haven’t found us yet, but as time goes on, they will eventually sense us. Those few primordial demons in the North have a strong connection to them. The sword technique I was thinking of to completely eliminate the ‘non-self’ disaster is half-developed, but Yun Huai and the others’ techniques are nearly perfected. If we can spread them throughout the Fu Li Immortal Realm, the disaster in the North can be completely flattened,” Wei Yunshu added. She lowered her lashes and let out a breath. “There are still many things to be done.”
“One thing at a time,” Lingfeng said.
Wei Yunshu was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Lingfeng. “But there is one thing I want to do quickly.”
Lingfeng raised an eyebrow and asked softly, “Hm?”
Wei Yunshu leaned close to her ear and whispered, “The Dao Companion Ceremony.”
Lingfeng laughed. “Are you afraid I’ll go back on my word?” They had “elders” in the Fu Li Immortal Realm, but after understanding their true selves, it was hard to say who was truly the “elder.” They had agreed to continue living in the Fu Li Immortal Realm with their current identities.
“I didn’t think that,” Wei Yunshu pondered for a moment, then glared at Lingfeng. “Are you thinking of backing out?”
Lingfeng smiled sweetly and said deliberately, “What can you do if I do?”
“I—” Just the thought of that possibility brought a wave of desolation and sadness. Wei Yunshu tightened her grip on Lingfeng’s hand. The turbulent emotions in her heart were gradually soothed by the gentle, water-like gaze. She raised Lingfeng’s hand and, with almost reverent devotion, kissed the back of it. “I can only follow in your footsteps, for a thousand years, ten thousand years, without regret, without leaving.”