The Fox Comes from Outer World

Xuan Yue froze for a moment, then gritted her teeth as she made her final decision. "No, let's not save her anymore. Wasn't waiting three hundred years for this moment? What should come, will come sooner or later! "

Hearing these decisive words, a rumbling sound filled my ears! He no longer had the strength to think about it, because his head felt like it had been hacked by an axe. It was painful and made buzzing sounds!

You aren't here to save me? Was this really what his master had said?

Master is like this... Give up on me?

Despair flooded in, and once again I saw pity in the eyes of Hades.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he chose to remain silent.

The confined space grew narrower and more stifling, and I slid down the wall, too weak to resist. Tears fell uncontrollably like a dam, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

He had never experienced such a feeling, not even when he was in the mortal realm undergoing tribulations and being hurt by Yueze!

No matter who hurt him, no matter where, there would always be a final place for him to return to peace. He would always comfort himself with the thought, "It's okay, Bai Cai, don't be afraid, you still have a master!" You still have the Palace to return!

But now, it was gone.

Master doesn't want me anymore, I have no home. He even colluded with Hades to wash my soul.

At this thought, I suddenly thought of a question. Why did you want to wash my soul? Why open my soul, wash away my memory?

Master has never mentioned this to me, but this black clothed man in front of me, even though he clearly knows the reason, he was hateful and unwilling to tell me.

No matter how much I begged, he wouldn't talk about it. However, he tried using his left hand to probe my spiritual altar, before saying, "Your emotions are too unstable, and you are unable to cleanse your soul right now. Calm down first. This sovereign will come back later. "

As he spoke, he turned around and left. On the smooth surface of the wall, the door that had disappeared suddenly appeared once more.

This is indeed his barrier. With my mana, there is no way I can escape. Therefore, there was no need for him to leave anyone to spy on me.

He left me alone in the room, and soon the door closed itself and became one with the wall.

I was under house arrest.

The "moment" that the god of the underworld spoke of was really just a short moment.

A quarter of an hour later, he returned to the barrier and used the soul cleansing technique on me.

The process was painful, so painful that I almost lost my mind, so I couldn't repeat it here. In the last bit of my consciousness, I saw a few fragments of light and shadow within the white light of the silver ring on Hades' hand.

First, my soul left my body.

I saw the tremendous power I'd burst from the silver ring flow out, hit, and then collapse, collapsing to the floor. Then, I felt my soul leave my body, because I found that I could actually look down on my face from the air.

The girl in white lay on the cold floor, her silver hair flowing like mercury, surrounded by an endless darkness. The room was deathly still, and the occasional silver light from the ring only showed her pale and weak complexion.

She fainted. Then, her soul transformed into a cloud of light and rose into the air. It was a white cloud, like the muslin of fairies' dresses, or like the mist in the morning sky.

That's my soul. This bastard, Hades, has really made a move on me!

I was a little frightened at the realization, but it didn't help. The light from the ring shone in all directions like a laser cutting through it. I felt a sharp pain, not from my body, but from the pain my soul felt.

The pain was unimaginable, like being cut by a sharp blade. Then, my mind shattered, and many fragments appeared in the air.

The multi-colored fragments were like a seven-colored box that had been knocked down by a child. Flash paper fragments flew everywhere, filling the entire barrier.

The sky was filled with floating soul fragments. It was magnificent, bright, dazzling, and so beautiful that it caused one's heart to palpitate.

Is this my soul?

Was the soul cleansing about to begin?

There were some questions in my mind, but I couldn't ask. Dark God seemed to be able to sense me and replied, "Right now, your soul is being split. I will choose something useful to leave behind. It will be a little painful, so just bear with it for now."

There was a note of comfort in his voice, and I didn't quite understand where his sudden kindness came from.

Soon, however, his ring began to glow again, and this time his mouth began to mutter.

The white light was even more intense and dazzling. I felt pain again!

The pain was indescribable, so painful that once again I lost my mind.

Then, the fragments in the air became smaller and more numerous. It was the power of the Ring that had cut through my soul.

In a sense, I had been dismembered by him.

I can't resist, I can't call for help, I can't even moan. Because I don't have a physical body anymore, even my soul is shattered. I was just conscious, barely able to look at the man in the middle of the room through a jumble of thoughts.

After he had cut off my soul, he began to look around with a frown on his face. Occasionally, he would reach out and grab a piece of the soul fragment, carefully inspecting it as if he were looking for something.

Is there something important in my soul that he needs? I was confused.

At first, Hades didn't find what he was looking for, so he waved his hand and cut my soul to pieces.

At this moment, I coincidentally recalled what Hades had said before. He said that before a person's soul is cleansed, a complete soul must be divided into three souls and seven souls using a magic tool. Only then can the soul be cleansed …

Bastard, is he trying to trick me? Now, how is this dividing my soul into three souls and seven souls? He has already crushed me into a dumpling stuffing, alright?

Inside the closed black enchantment, the fragments of the soul shone like diamonds.

Those bright colors, those beautiful fragments, are the marks left by my past life, all my reincarnation history. They had been hidden in the deepest part of my soul, something I could not easily detect, but now they had been sliced to pieces, each piece exposed to the white light of the silver ring, and the memories that were sealed in the depths of my soul were stirred and shone like dust in the bottom of a well.

I stood in the unknown distance, looking at my soul. My heart was filled with pain, panic, and confusion. However, there was nothing I could do about it. I could only follow the black-clothed man's movements and passively sense everything.

Hades grabbed a piece of the shard and began rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. The fragments flashed in his hands, heated, and finally gave off a mist of smoke. Smoke drifted into the air, more and more, thicker and thicker, until it finally formed an illusion of a scene.

The picture flashed. It was the Peach Red, Willow Green, and Moon March. From inside the red lacquer gate of the Shang clan, a burst of cheerful laughter came from behind the courtyard of the Shang clan. It was a group of young girls in their prime currently gathering.