Alam Mandala

Alam Mandala
The violent souls


The more it goes up, the slower it moves. When it was 10 meters away from Xue Yan, eight rings appeared on his forehead, one last ring had yet to exist. With sharp eyes, Xue Ni kept trying to move upwards. This time, he should be able to grab onto Xue Yan, otherwise, he would not meet her again. It would be a worse memory than losing Sheng Shu.


Teeth are beating, sweat is popping. This pressure is equivalent to 1000 kg of gravity. It was incredible that such a young Xue Yan could bring out such a terrifying power like this.


Getting closer, finally some points of Xue Ni's body started to spring up blood and intense pain. But the woman kept trying.


Below, Hao Yu could only give a prayer, as he was pressed firmly by gravity.


And, in the end Xue Ni grabbed onto Xue Yan's hand. He then hugged her gently. Slowly, he saw a dazzling white light.


...----------------...


Xue Yan was sitting on the pier near the Lake, she had been sitting for a long time. During that time, he had been wiggling his legs in the water without feeling cold. Koi fish in the lake move back and forth and form a whirlpool.


Crickets have been vocal since. The moon has been traversed by clouds several times. The atmosphere tonight feels so calm. But Xue Yan did not feel that calm. The shadow on the lake still displayed a shadow of his sadness.


He's been waiting to get out of here. As he had been feeling all along, he was like he was not alone in his body; there was something else. And it turned out to be his own guard, who had devoted himself to him. He had ordered him to do all this, while he did not know where he was.


That night while he was in the library, he finally got how to open the doors of heaven and hell. He did it without thinking long. He knew what was going to happen to his body. There is no point in living in this world. Doing such a thing, at least he had done an amazing thing, and what he wanted.


Suddenly, from behind her came the voice of a woman. “Yan’er, we go home now.”


Xue Yan pretended not to hear it; she still chose to swing her legs and looked at her wave-filled shadow.


Xue Ni approached and sat down. “Yan,er don't you want to go home?”


Xue Yan remained lowered, yet not long after, she looked at Xue Ni. “Who are you?”


“Yumu.”


Xue Yan's face did not change at all, her face still looked dejected and looked at the surface of the Lake. “My book? He's been dead a long time. You're not my mother.”


“Then who is sitting next to you now?”


“I don't know, but obviously, you're not my mother.” Xue looked back at her shadow.


Xue Ni took out a puppet of a caricature girl complete with her clothes. He showed it to Xue Yan. “Do you not know this?”


“This doll is exactly the same as what sister Bing gave me, but I'm sure, she's not my mother.”


“Why do you say that?”


“I've read from a book. In it, a mother will always be connected to her child, wherever she is. If the child is sad, then the mother feels it too. If the child cries, the mother feels it too. But the woman who sent the doll never felt my longing, so she wasn't my mother. My mother died, probably when I was born.”


Xue Ni did not know what to say to convince Xue Yan. This was the first interaction after six years of their separation. He does not know the attitude of his own son. Xue Ni could only pull the girl into his arms. Xue Yan simply complied.


“Sorry.”


“For what?”


Inside that embrace, it was the first time Xue Yan felt warmth from someone as long as he lived. He wants to stay in the hug for a long time.


“I'm really your mother.”


“I can't believe.”


“What do you doubt?”


“Why have you never met me, as if we had nothing to do.”


“What is it?”


“I can't say it now.”


“You're not my mother.”


Xue Ni pushed Xue Yan away. He then looked at the girl's neck that there was nothing there.


Xue Yan was confused and curious by that gaze. “What's up?”


“Where is the silver necklace with the sunflower hangers? Mother has clothed him to you.”


“It was I threw away.”


“Stupid! Why did you throw it away?!” Xue Ni suddenly became resolute and furious.


Xue Yan had first felt frightened by someone. “I-it's because I was angry, I think dad lied to me, said mom is still alive. I threw it away because I wanted to forget mom.”


Xue Ni sighed. “Now, do you believe your mother is still alive?”


Xue Yan hesitantly nodded. “I'm still hesitant, but I feel comfortable with you.” Xue Yan hugged her mother.


Below, slowly the pale shadow of Xue Yan became elated.


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Finally Xue Yan was in Xue Ni's arms and was unconscious. Xue Ni landed with a face of pain. His body was covered in wounds.


Hao Yu came to help him.


In the sky, that pillar of light finally dimmed and disappeared. Slowly the gates of hell and heaven closed. But Arya who blocks the Souls is destroyed. Then the souls flew free and attacked the disciples. They tore apart the weak disciples with very sharp fingers.


Jun Hui could only fall silent on witnessing this. He never thought, if Zhao Wei's subordinates had sneaked in and killed his students, then deliberately weakened Arya.


He was angry about all this, but finding and killing the intruder was not a good option.


From a distance, Zhao Wei laughed out loud. Finally the plan started to work. Even if Xue Yan had been stopped, those souls would attack everyone. And they would not dare to attack his side, having used golden-coloured umbrellas to disguise their existence.


All of these plans he had concocted from him knowing Xue Yan would do the opening of the doors of hell and heaven. He was the disguised man Xue Yan had met under the Tabebuya flower tree a few days ago.


At first he was in disbelief, but after knowing Xue Yan's background, he became convinced and began to devise a plan.


“You will all get what we have suffered for many years.”


Chen Yan held onto his sword even tighter. “It won't happen.”


“Hahahah! You won't be able to stop it.”


Chen Yan swung his sword, then left from there.


The disciples who had previously made aryas were savagely killed by the souls, and even those who were not involved were victims.


Five leaders were present, trying to protect themselves and their students, but the victims continued to fall.


In just a matter of seconds, dozens of casualties had fallen.