Mo Yan can't leave him even if he wants to
That same night...
He escaped
Mo Yan jumped out the window, silent as a shadow.
Bai Long, his sacred beast, burst into radiant light.
It had one command:
Find Yu Sui.
But once again
Bai Long failed.
Mo Yan stood in still silence for a moment.
Then, closing his eyes,
he gently whispered the ancient Su Tao Jue mantra
three times.
In that very instant,
Bai Long, too, sensed Yu Sui's location
because the energies of Su Tao Jue and Bai Long
were deeply intertwined.
In truth, Bai Long's very existence
was a part of what made Su Tao Jue so powerful, so divine.
From Bai Long's forehead,
the same glowing butterfly emerged once more.
Mo Yan followed it
with determination as quiet as nightfall.
The path led him…
to that same ancient temple with the great bell.
But now
what was once a barren valley
had been reborn as a flourishing, divine forest.
The trees whispered in the wind like forgotten hymns.
The entire landscape glowed with mystical life.
Mo Yan's white robes flowed like water,
his silhouette glowing in the silver moonlight.
He looked like a god descended to earth
graceful, sorrowful, radiant.
And there,
beneath the bell,
stood Yu Sui.
Mo Yan stepped forward,
slowly
until he could feel Yu Sui's breath upon his face.
Yu Sui raised a hand to stop him
but Mo Yan didn't stop.
He reached out, trembling,
and pinned him gently to the ground.
Tears still filled Mo Yan's eyes.
Even after eight years of sacred cultivation,
endless spiritual pain, and deep vows
It was Yu Sui's mere presence
that finally broke him.
He hovered above him,
his face inches away.
The moonlight made his tears glow like pearls.