Heavenly Zong Zhi Ling Jue

My Ling Jue was imprisoned in the Hidden Sword Tower, and my bones had been shattered, and the meridians in my hands and feet had been severed. I could only crawl on the ground, watching Lin Beiwang roar at the top of his lungs, and listening to him begging for my father. But I didn't burst into tears. I felt a little happy in my heart. He killed my little flower spirit, and I also want to kill the person he loves most in his heart. When the last trace of spiritual consciousness was eliminated by the whip, I felt my soul floating out of the body. I gently lowered my head to look at the bloody body, with eyes closed and no longer breathing. As the thunder thundered down, I turned back into the Yuanjun who had stood by the Yaochi for hundreds of years without blinking an eye. Looking back at the world again, I felt like something was beating on my empty left chest.