Doomed by Fate, My Sect Urges My Comeback - Chapter 243

In an instant, Yan Shoulu became even more nervous, his face turning bright red.

“Senior Sister, do you not like me? You keep a distance from me whenever we meet.”

Mo Yu frowned.

How could she like him?

She had seen on Yan Shoulu’s life panel that he and Bai Roujing conspired together to bring down the sect.

Although these events hadn’t happened yet, Mo Yu still had no good feelings toward him.

Thinking of this, she casually checked Yan Shoulu’s life panel.

Yan Shoulu, 25 years old, born in the mountains behind the Blazing Fire Pavilion, raised by a spirit tiger, found and brought back to the Blazing Fire Pavilion by his adoptive father at the age of three. He was immensely strong from a young age and had a temper due to an evil fire within him. His adoptive parents were taken away by sect members when he was thirteen. At twentyfive, he joined the Tuo Yue Sect and formally began his cultivation in array formations. At thirty, he achieved enlightenment in the rules of heaven and earth, becoming the closest to the Immortal Realm. At thirty-five, he committed suicide.

Heavenly rules?

Indeed, the closer one gets to that realm, the more they collapse.

If she hadn’t been struck dead by the Thunder Tribulation back then, suicide would probably have been her fate.

Just like that mad sword cultivator.

“Junior Brother Yan,” Mo Yu looked at him seriously. “Last time, what did you realize in the formation?”

Yan Shoulu hesitated, “It was like… being immersed in the rules of heaven and earth, but I only touched a tiny bit of it. However…”

At this point, Yan Shoulu frowned deeply.

Mo Yu continued, “There was an invisible hand blocking all paths to the great Dao.”

“Yes!”

Yan Shoulu’s spirit suddenly lifted. “The rules hidden in the formation are traceable, but this feeling of being suppressed by some force seems to have no breakthrough. I think, to understand this, I need to cultivate more.”

His eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Senior Sister, have you touched that realm? Master said you specialize in spiritual power.”

Mo Yu sighed softly in her heart and casually shook her head.

“No, there’s still a long way to go.”

She picked up a piece of candied fruit and leaned back in her chair, feeling lazy and at ease.

“You have exceptional talent in formations. I’ve never seen someone as gifted as you in this field. However, don’t be too obsessed with cultivation. It’s best to experience life.”

Yan Shoulu smiled, “Senior Sister, I thought you were devoted to the Dao.”

“The Dao?”

A trace of contempt flickered in Mo Yu’s eyes. “Not at all.”

Her Dao heart had long been shattered when she discovered the true nature of the world.

“Are you going to Luolan City for something important, Senior Sister?”

Mo Yu lazily squinted her eyes. “Just wandering around.”

Yan Shoulu nodded and said nothing more. During the next three hours of their journey, he seized every moment to cultivate.

Mo Yu lay on the boat, hands behind her head, staring at the clouds absentmindedly.

Heavenly rules, formations, the strongest person closest to the Immortal Realm?

Yan Shoulu had reached this level of cultivation in just a few years. She didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.

As they neared their destination, the flames on Yan Shoulu’s body suddenly spread uncontrollably, crashing around wildly.

He was still in a state of deep meditation, his brow furrowed with unease.

Mo Yu, astonished, placed her hand on his shoulder.

Her gentle spiritual power, like flexible threads, tightly wrapped around the flames, slowly contracting and gradually subduing them.

She had never seen such flames before.