Acai's Sky

The dusk was as red as blood, staining the carved window frames of the teahouse dark red.

Ah Cai lowered her eyes and looked at the celadon teacup in her hand. Her pale face was reflected in the tea soup.

A cold wind suddenly blew past the window, and the copper bells on the eaves jingled, making a harsh vibrating sound.

She looked up suddenly and saw that the originally clear sky had been covered by a blood mist as thick as ink. Faint shrill wails could be heard from the mist, as if countless wronged souls were crying out in the depths of the underworld.

Nuomituan suddenly pricked up his ears, his snow-white fur stood on end, and he let out a low growl of vigilance.

This usually docile spirit beast was now tense all over, with a wary glint in its amber eyes.

The golden light on Jin Yuanbao's body began to flicker, as if it would be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

Ah Cai gently stroked their backs, feeling wet - at some point, the snow-white fur of the glutinous rice balls had been dyed dark red by blood, and the pungent smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of tea was nauseating.

In the blood mist, countless distorted figures emerged.

Their bodies were in unnatural shapes, some were missing arms and legs, and some had their necks twisted at odd angles.

Each swipe of their claws carried six hundred years of malice, the sound of them piercing the air sharp and piercing. As they grappled with the beasts, the shrieks they emitted were like countless silver needles piercing their eardrums. Ah Cai felt a splitting headache, blood seeping from her clenched palms, her nails practically digging into her flesh.

"Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of Wan Qi!"

Acai suddenly stood in the air, her hair dancing wildly in the fluctuations of the cursed power.

The Taoist robe she was wearing rustled, and a faint green light emanated from her body.

Three clusters of green flames ignited at the fingertips, pointing to the center of the eyebrows, heart and dantian respectively. The ancient Bagua pattern emerged around the body like a living thing, emitting a mysterious light.

As the spells changed, the Bagua diagram turned into flowing light and merged into the void, and the air in the entire teahouse began to distort strangely.

The remaining breath of the fog spirit was forcibly gathered into twelve cyclones, which spun rapidly in the blood mist, making a "woooo" sound.

The beasts were keenly aware of their master's intentions and used their special skills to buy her time.

Brahma spread his wings, the flames on his wings burned fiercely, and nine fire lotuses formed a barrier to trap the monster.

The flames illuminated the hideous faces of the monsters. They struggled painfully in the sea of ​​fire, roaring unwillingly.

Xuantian swooped down with a scream, and the purple light shot out from his beak pierced the monsters' eyes like a sharp sword, temporarily blocking their vision.

The golden raccoon and the scarlet moon are connected head to tail, and the golden and red light flowing on their fur interweaves into a light net, temporarily blocking out the scattered wronged souls.

The light net collided with the wronged soul, making a crackling sound and splashing sparks.

Ah Cai took the opportunity to bite the tip of her tongue and sprayed her blood into the air.

The blood drop was suspended in the air and turned into the shape of the Big Dipper, emitting a strange red light.

She took a deep breath, her voice suddenly becoming deep and distant. "The Supreme One commands, liberate your lonely soul! All ghosts and spirits, all four realms receive grace. Those with heads will be liberated, those without heads will ascend, those killed with spears or knives, those who jump into the water and hang by a rope. Those who die openly or secretly, those who perish unjustly, creditors and enemies, you who beg for mercy. Kneel before my platform, the Eight Trigrams will radiate light, and I will lift you away, and you will be reborn elsewhere!"

With each word of the Rebirth Mantra, a lamp in the Big Dipper lit up. Ah Cai's face grew paler, and beads of sweat covered her forehead.

The spell echoed in the blood mist, stirring up ripples. Twelve cyclones suddenly spun wildly, forming a massive vortex.

The center of the vortex was as black as ink, as if it could swallow everything.

The monster roared unwillingly, and its body began to disintegrate bit by bit, turning into wisps of black gas and being swallowed by the vortex.

The moment those wicked souls came into contact with the cursed power, the hatred on their faces gradually faded away, revealing a look of liberation and relief.

Glutinous Rice Ball suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar, and pure white light rose from his body, resonating with Acai's cursed power.

White light spread out like a tide, dispersing the blood mist wherever it passed. A golden lotus blossomed from the center of the vortex, each petal radiating a halo of compassion.

As if drawn by invisible hands, the wronged souls slowly drifted toward the golden lotus. The moment they stepped into the light, their figures became transparent and peaceful, eventually transforming into tiny specks of starlight that dissipated between heaven and earth.

The moment the black fog dissipated, the sunlight just pierced through the clouds.

The golden sunlight shines into the teahouse, giving everything a warm glow.

Ah Cai collapsed from exhaustion, but was caught by the beasts' soft bodies at the moment of her fall. She closed her eyes tiredly, but a smile of relief appeared on the corner of her mouth.

In the corner of the teahouse, the figure of the woman pouring tea became increasingly illusory.

She was wearing a plain white long dress, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she was nodding with a smile.

Back then, she died unjustly, and her resentment turned into blood mist, trapping her in this teahouse, unable to escape.

Now, with Acai's help, she can finally let go of her obsession and transform into a breeze that blends into the morning light.

The faint aroma of tea lingers in the air, telling us that this cause and effect spanning six hundred years has finally come to fruition.

When the wind blows, the teacups in the teahouse sway gently, and ripples appear in the tea soup.

Ah Cai slowly opened her eyes and looked at the dust flying in the sunlight, feeling a lot of emotions in her heart.

This thrilling battle not only rescued the trapped souls, but also gave her a deeper understanding of her mission. As a disciple of the Xuanmen sect, she shoulders the heavy responsibility of saving the souls of the dead and maintaining the balance of yin and yang.

Every confrontation with evil is a test of her strength and conviction.

The animals gathered around her, their eyes full of concern. Glutinous Rice Ball gently rubbed her cheek with its head, making a purring sound, as if to comfort her.

The light on Jin Yuanbao's body became bright again, and the warm golden light enveloped everyone, dispelling the last trace of chill.

Ah Cai reached out and stroked their fur, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. These spirit beasts, who had accompanied her for many years, were not only her companions, but also her strongest support.

Outside the teahouse, the originally dilapidated courtyard gradually regained its vitality under the sunlight.

The withered flowers and plants sprouted new buds, and the dead trees began to put out new leaves.

The breeze brings bursts of floral fragrance, which interweaves with the lingering tea aroma in the air, forming a unique scent.

Acai stood up and walked into the courtyard. Looking at everything in front of her, her heart was full of hope.

However, although the battle is over, Acai knows that there are still countless unknown challenges waiting for her ahead.

The road to the mysterious world is long and difficult.

...

Jin Yuanbao tried to close the teahouse...

Unexpectedly, the entire teahouse, including the rooms they lived in, study, chess room, and dormitory, were all taken away by it!

Ah Cai's mouth twitched after seeing this. Wow, they must have learned this from the generals of the Qin Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty!

The last time, the generals emptied the entire Immortal Gate, leaving not even a blade of grass behind.

Jin Yuanbao and the others followed suit, and now there are only weeds and rocks left in the mountains...