Running Off With The Sect Senior Sister Chapter 55

“How pitiful.” Luo Yi looked down condescendingly at Luo Tangtang, who sat collapsed on the ground.
Hearing this cold voice, Luo Tangtang, with listless eyes, subconsciously wanted to grasp the other person’s sleeve hem, but stopped when she saw the other’s emotionless eyes.
She lowered her hand, not daring to touch that lofty figure. Watching Luo Tangtang’s movement, Luo Yi’s expression flickered, turning somewhat dark and grim.
Luo Tangtang didn’t dare to look up. Her hands fumbled on the ground as she tried to stand.
“Senior… Senior Sister,” Luo Tangtang called out, her eyes red.
“You should go back,” Luo Yi said lightly, not acknowledging her earlier address.
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister, really… does it really have to be this way? Is there truly no other option?” Luo Tangtang clenched her fists, her face a mask of helplessness.
Luo Yi slowly lowered her gaze. “You already know, don’t you? Why bother asking again?”
After a pause, Luo Yi spoke again, “Be obedient—!”
“I won’t go,” Luo Tangtang suddenly blurted out, interrupting Luo Yi.
“What?”
“I said I won’t go to the Extreme North Realm.”
Luo Yi’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Say that again?”
Luo Tangtang took a deep breath. “I won’t go to the Extreme North Realm. The more you want me to go, the more I’ll refuse.”
“Aren’t you the so-called ‘gods’? Don’t you want to control everything?”
Luo Tangtang gritted her teeth, her gaze fierce. The words tumbled out without thinking, “Then come and control me! If you have what it takes, then kill me!”
Luo Tangtang’s words were filled with finality and harshness. Luo Yi froze, her eyes tinged with sorrow and a hint of resentment.
“Can’t I escape it? Is it still the same choice?”
Luo Yi let out a few soft, bitter laughs, her figure swaying slightly.
“I’m very curious… how will you choose?” Luo Yi’s gaze suddenly became deep and unfathomable again.
“What ‘how will I choose’? What ‘same choice’?” Luo Tangtang wanted to rush forward, grab Luo Yi’s shoulders, and demand a clear explanation.
But Luo Yi paid her no heed. As Luo Tangtang lunged forward, Luo Yi’s figure abruptly retreated. Leaving those words hanging, she turned to depart.
“Senior Sister,” Luo Tangtang suddenly called out from behind her.
Luo Yi, her back still to Luo Tangtang, paused momentarily but didn’t stop walking.
“So it’s true.” Luo Tangtang looked down at her toes. “So it’s true… you don’t want me anymore.”
Luo Yi still didn’t look back.
Luo Tangtang finally cried, unable to hold back her tears. She ran straight to a riverbank and stared at her reflection in the water, her eyes filled with sorrow.
She cried for a long time. Looking at the person in the water, her heart trembled. She slapped her right hand onto the surface, and the calm water rippled, shattering her reflection.
“Do you really not care about me anymore? Or what is it?” She stood by the river, quietly looking at her reflection. Sunlight filtered through her fingers, illuminating her pale eyes. After a long while, Luo Tangtang finally rose and turned to leave.
It should be soon, right?
In the Extreme North Realm, crowds were surging.
Undercurrents churned within everyone. The place where the divine oracle had descended, even this land itself, seemed sacred and lofty, beyond reach.
Luo Tangtang stood in a corner, motionless.
A mountain peak suddenly materialized in mid-air. Initially, it was hazy and ethereal, like a phantom. Then, it gradually solidified, taking form before everyone, towering into the clouds, its summit hidden from view, like a veritable path to the heavens.
“Heaven Ascension Peak! Those who reach its summit can become gods!” A voice boomed above the crowd, electrifying their senses.
Just like that? Ascend it and one can become a god, escaping a fettered destiny?
Everyone was stirred. For them, there was no temptation greater than achieving godhood and breaking free from their shackled fate.
Thousands, countless cultivators, rushed forward in a wave. The mountain was incredibly high, seemingly endless. As they set foot on its slopes, their steps grew heavy.
Their spiritual energy was sealed. After a moment of shock, they pressed on. The mass of people, a dark, dense throng, snaked around the mountain like a colossal, dormant dragon.
The mountain path was steep, and their spiritual energy was sealed. Soon, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air, then abruptly cut off. Those who dared to look down saw only pitch-black, bottomless darkness.
After that, screams echoed incessantly. Rocks tumbled down, and the thuds of falling bodies were constant. The air itself suddenly grew oppressively heavy.
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
Dark, chain-like shadows snaked around their feet, exuding a bone-chilling cold.
Wisps of Netherworld Azure Flamequietly emerged from the ground, slowly coiling around the calves of some cultivators like insidious vines.
“Ahhhhhh—!” A chorus of screams erupted as cultivators, one after another, plummeted from the mountain, engulfed in the Netherworld Azure Flame. In moments, nothing remained but white, ethereal smoke drifting above the azure blaze.
Gradually, the white smoke billowed, gathering into a thick, heavy mass in the sky. This was the scene that greeted Luo Tangtang when she arrived.
Her lips trembled, her eyes wide with horror. The white smoke was already turning black—it was the spiritual consciousness of the cultivators; the Azure Flames had only destroyed their physical bodies.
Sinister winds howled. The sky, once adorned with auspicious clouds, turned a dull, dreary gray, devoid of any sanctity. A wave of panic swept through everyone as they sensed something was terribly wrong. Some only now realized that not only was their spiritual energy sealed, but they also lacked the strength to even lift their feet.
“What’s going on?”
Someone, panicking, shouted loudly.
“We’ve been tricked! They want all of us to die here!”
“No, I have to get out of here! I have to leave!”
Everyone descended into panic, but it was futile. They couldn’t move an inch, as if bound by invisible chains. The air filled with wails of despair.
Luo Tangtang hurried to the nearest person.
It was a female cultivator, her face deathly pale, completely drained of color.
“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Luo Tangtang grasped her arm and asked.
But the woman reacted as if she had seen something horrifying. Her pupils dilated, her face contorted in terror. “Get… get away! Don’t touch me! I want to leave!”
But just as she finished speaking, a cloud of black mist enveloped her head. Her pupils lost focus, and a bizarre smile twisted her lips as she lunged towards Luo Tangtang.
Luo Tangtang dodged. “What’s wrong with you?”
The female cultivator missed her target. Ignoring Luo Tangtang, she lunged and bit into the throat of another cultivator nearby. A gurgling sound escaped the victim’s lips, his face etched with an unwillingness to die.
“Monster! Monster, stay away from me!”
The female cultivator then fixed her gaze on another person.
This sudden attack plunged everyone into deeper panic. In an instant, curses, cries of grief, indignation, and despair filled the air, becoming almost suffocating.
“Save me! Save me!” the targeted person shrieked, their voice laced with utter despair.
Luo Tangtang immediately rushed forward, taking out an Immortal Binding Rope. She tried to bind the crazed woman, but when the rope touched her, it passed right through her body!
“She’s not a living person anymore!” someone shouted.
“We have to kill her, or we’ll be the ones to die!”
All eyes turned to Luo Tangtang.
Luo Tangtang moved. With a thrust of her sword, blood slid down the silver-white blade. The possessed female cultivator suddenly tilted her head, looking at her.
Blood splattered onto Luo Tangtang. She gripped her sword, but before she could fully process what happened, screams erupted all around her.
More and more black mist swept through the crowd. People lost consciousness and turned on their own companions. A relentless tide of screams, rising and falling, flooded Luo Tangtang’s mind.
“Save me! Save me! I don’t want to die!”
“Ahhhhhh—!”
“I can’t move! Stay away!”
“No… don’t! Senior Brother, wake up!”
“Aren’t you going to fight back? Aren’t you going to save them? Kill them! Kill them all, and everything will be alright.”
“Kill them, and everything will be alright…” Luo Tangtang muttered, her vision swimming in red.
“That’s right. This is the first world created by the Main God. You are the first human the Main God created in this world.”
“You are the Main God’s most beloved child. Be a good girl, listen to me, and kill them all.” A voice seemed to whisper in her mind, its tone dangerously alluring.
Blood… it was everywhere.
“Wh-why? Why?! Tell me!” Luo Tangtang screamed, completely breaking down.
The sword clattered from her grasp. She clutched her head, her nails digging into her scalp, drawing blood. “Why!”
No one answered her. People were scrambling desperately to escape. Some, in their haste to get ahead, stumbled and fell straight into the abyss.
In the chaos, Luo Tangtang was jostled and kicked about by the stampeding crowd.
“Hiss!” The Netherworld Azure Flame on the ground suddenly flared, engulfing those too slow to escape.
The air suddenly fell deathly silent. Luo Tangtang looked up at the sky in despair. Beneath her, countless figures writhed and struggled.
High in the sky, a vast, dark shadow drifted, emitting a sinister cackle. From within its dense, swirling depths, a pair of blood-red eyes emerged, fixing their gaze intently upon her.