All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 669: .".1

After a long sleep, Su Bei tried to move his hand.

A numbness spread through him, followed by a bone-deep, penetrating pain. He sighed deeply, no longer forcing himself, and simply lay on his back, staring into the darkness before him.

A bitter smile touched Su Bei's lips as he assessed his body's condition and muttered to himself, "What exactly is my situation now?"

"..."

There was no Spiritual Energy in his Spirit of the Sea, yet it wasn't in a state of depletion. The complete absence of light made it impossible for him to discern where he was.

I never expected to have walked out of that Heart Demon Tribulation.

After my physical body forcefully endured the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, I quickly fell into an endless struggle with the Heart Demon. Yet, it was precisely by overcoming this Heart Demon Tribulation that I truly entered the Tribulation-Crossing Stage.

After a very long time, Su Bei finally managed to stretch his hand out to feel around him.

It seemed to be a wooden board. As he felt around more, Su Bei gradually understood his current predicament.

Is this a coffin?

Continuing to feel around by his side, his hand encountered a smooth, velvety softness akin to cotton.

Su Bei froze for a moment, somewhat stunned, and instinctively squeezed it.

This size...

His eyes finally adapted to the darkness. By the faint light seeping through the crevices of the coffin, Su Bei slowly sat up, having to hunch over due to the narrow space.

A calm and gentle woman lay by his side, still dressed in the white gown from his memory. Her purple hair was scattered behind her, her complexion pale, her crimson lips pursed, showing no sign of breath.

"Nan Ji..."

A look of joy flashed through Su Bei's eyes. He moved his hand from her chest and took hold of her wrist, which was wrapped around her abdomen, feeling her faint pulse.

She's still alive.

Even in her slumber, she was as heartbreakingly beautiful as ever.

The faint pulse only proved that she was alive. She seemed as if she could be swept away by the wind at any moment, to places unimaginable, and he no longer had the power to keep her.

Su Bei gazed at that sorrowfully beautiful face, trying his best to capture those memories.

—She lay in his arms, eyes closed, smiling gently.

"So, it was really you."

Su Bei wrapped his arms around her tightly.

Ji Nanjue, Nan Ji... her strange behavior... it all made sense now.

Su Bei leaned down and kissed her. Her thin crimson lips were as delicate as their owner—ice-cold, piercing to the bone.

"You are my Zhu Yingtai."

"I will make sure you wake up..."

Su Bei thought of someone, someone who definitely had a way.

"Wilderness!"

She was the one who gave me the ring that sealed the Heavenly Dao Stone. I had no idea what the final outcome was. However, doesn't the fact that I'm lying in this cold coffin now prove that South Emperor didn't achieve Ascension?

Feeling somewhat stifled in his chest, Su Bei rested for a while. Then, he pushed hard against the lid of the coffin covering him. Dim light streamed in as Su Bei gasped for air, surveying his surroundings.

The ground was covered in soil, with rusty swords stuck into it. Only occasional weak glimmers of light filtered through the gaps, casting strips of light on the earth.

Sword Tomb.

I've been buried in the Sword Tomb.

Surprised by everything around him, Su Bei then shakily stood up and walked over to a relatively broad Longsword.

Reflected in the chill of the blade, he saw a face.

It was a young face, tinged with unmistakable exhaustion and gloom, mismatched with hair as dry as winter's thatch, devoid of any black luster, appearing somewhat yellowish.

The veins on his hands were prominent, and all smoothness was gone. He looked like a fading old man, as if he could vanish into the world at any moment.

Su Bei opened his mouth and, looking at himself in the sword, sighed wordlessly.

At that moment, he realized the state of his body.

I'm almost like a cripple now. Although I possess cultivation, there isn't a trace of Spiritual Energy in my Spirit of the Sea. This failing body tells me I have at most ten years of life left.

For cultivators, essence, energy, and spirit are most critical, but now, I possess none of these.

At least, I'm alive...

My Storage Ring hasn't been taken. Su Bei left the Supreme Yang Lotus Root in the coffin. He understood that perhaps it was this intermingling of utmost yin with utmost yang that had preserved her faint breath.

Su Bei straightened his clothes. His hair and eyebrows now white, he changed into a plain, pale white robe.

He took a deep breath and then calmly walked out of the Sword Tomb.

Dawn was breaking, and ribbons of snow-white mist coiled around the mountains.

The mountain wind gently teased the hair on Su Bei's back, scattering it like snow.

Su Bei looked incredulously at scene after scene before him. The ornate pavilions and towers—everything was no longer what he remembered.

Feeling lost, as if he had been gone for ages, he touched his face and murmured to himself, "How long have I slept?"

On the path leading to the Sword Tomb, Su Bei didn't see any disciples of the Sword Sect. However, the obviously swept cobblestones on the ground told him that the path was constantly and carefully maintained.