217: Chapter 217 Another pitiful person has been added to the world!

Upon hearing what Zixiao said, Shi Jian hummed in satisfaction. Everything was developing according to plan, and that was good.

However, there was one thing.

It was like a thorn stuck in the hearts of many at White Cloud Temple.

Sun Yao.

Over these ten years, the stone door of Sun Yao's quiet room had not been opened even once.

Ten years ago, she had taken that strand of Cloud Dao Heaven and Earth Qi and announced she was entering a life-or-death seclusion to prepare for the Golden Core Breakthrough.

But the pressure on her shoulders was simply too great.

She was too stubborn, too obsessive.

The tragedy of the Sun Clan nearly being wiped out, the shock of Sun Lin's death, and the loss of Sun Qiyan had become inner demons she could not overcome.

She had shouldered all that pressure herself.

Success or death—there was no middle ground.

Above the mountain peak, the sea of clouds churned. Daoist Yun Du stood with his hands behind his back, waiting silently for Sun Yao to emerge from her seclusion…

Just then, the sky above the quiet room suddenly changed.

The originally clear firmament was quickly covered by a thick layer of white clouds. The clouds rolled, fierce winds rose, and the heavens and earth changed color!

"It is the Golden Core Formation Phenomenon!"

"It is the Golden Core Formation Phenomenon!"

Seeing this, countless Disciples were ecstatic, cheering amidst the mountains. But when Daoist Yun Du saw it, his expression sank…

This phenomenon seemed somewhat wrong.

A normal Cloud Dao Golden Core Formation Phenomenon should be filled with colorful clouds, with light and agile Qi. But the clouds before him were as heavy as lead blocks, giving off an extreme sense of oppression.

And this scene was so similar to when Great Elder Yun Tianfan had his Breakthrough!

Inside the quiet room.

Sun Yao sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, blood already streaming from her seven orifices.

In her Dantian, that strand of Cloud Dao Heaven and Earth Qi was rampaging wildly, like a wild horse unbridled, beyond her control.

She was unable to condense the Core Embryo!

"Condense!"

"Condense for me!"

"Why, why can it not condense?!"

Sun Yao gritted her teeth, her hands locked in a seal, attempting to use her own will to forcibly suppress the riot of the heaven and earth qi. But the more she suppressed it, the more violent the rebound became!

Her Meridians were snapping inch by inch, the pain drowning her sanity like a tide.

"Why…"

"Why is it still not working…"

Sun Yao's consciousness began to blur.

She felt her life force slipping away rapidly.

She had failed.

She knew very clearly that she had failed!

Relying solely on her battered Physical Body and cracked state of mind, she simply could not subdue this strand of violent heaven and earth qi.

"In the end… I still couldn't do it…"

"I still have a great vendetta to settle, how can I die here…"

"Why…"

The light in Sun Yao's eyes dimmed further. Her obsession had finally dragged her down. She released her hand seal, and her tense body gradually went limp. The violent spiritual power, losing all suppression, exploded completely within her body.

Sun Yao fell alone into a pool of blood, welcoming death in solitude. Her body had begun to take on a translucent, cloudy form… That was the precursor to Dao Transformation.

Sun Yao forced her eyes open, her gaze dull and lusterless. Finally, she pulled a corner of her mouth into an extremely ugly smile…

"I'm sorry, Revered Master… This Disciple is incompetent… I have disgraced you…"

"I'm sorry, Old Ancestor, it is all Yao'er's stupidity and incompetence…"

"Yao, in the end, is a failure…"

Sun Yao's breath grew weaker, and tears rolled from the corners of her eyes…

Her vision gradually blurred. Scenes like a revolving lantern flashed rapidly through her mind. Sun Yao saw a very, very long time ago.

Back then.

She was just a little girl with double buns. The Sun Clan was still around, and the Old Ancestor was always lazing on the mountain, sleeping.

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor, will you teach me a Spell?"

The little her had gathered the courage to tug at the Old Ancestor's bear fur.

That giant bear rolled its eyes and swatted her far away with one paw, yet inadvertently improved her Meridians… Silently guiding her to breathe and cultivate. That was the starting point of her cultivation.

The scene shifted.

She grew up and entered White Cloud Temple. Her Revered Master, Daoist Yun Du, was a kind person who was always smiling as he stuffed her with various Medicinal Pills.

"Yao'er, you must cultivate well in the future. One day, the burden of White Cloud Temple will fall upon your shoulders. Do not let it go to waste."

Later on.

The sky collapsed, and the Sun Clan was nearly wiped out. That day, the sky was filled with firelight, the screams of clan members, and blood dyed the streets of Hongtian City red. Everywhere were the corpses of her clansmen…

She knelt in the sea of fire, watching the Old Ancestor descend from the sky, bringing heaven-shaking thunder to tear those enemies to shreds. From that day on, her heart died.

What remained alive was merely a shell, living for revenge, for the Sect, and for the Family. The various obsessions pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe…

In the Kunyuan Secret Realm, the image of Sun Lin's tragic death resurfaced.

"Second Sister, run…"

That weak cry had become a nightmare that haunted her for ten years.

Seeing these scenes, looking back at the ups and downs of her life, Sun Yao finally revealed a miserable smile. In the end, her body turned into thousands of clouds and smoke, disappearing between this heaven and earth…

Her life had been one of stumbling and rising, of ups and downs. She had been entrusted with high hopes by her Family and teachers, and she had fought between life and death. Yet, in the end, nothing had reached Perfection…

A life of over a hundred years, filled with regrets. Alas, there is one more pitiable soul in this world. Falling here, full of unwillingness, returning after a century, only to return to dust…

After Sun Lin's death, Sun Yao followed suit, ending in Dao Transformation.

Thus—among the second generation of the Sun Clan, only Sun Mao remained alive in the world.

[PS: Sun Yao's Aptitude was not good, only a Three-Spiritual Root, and coupled with a flawed state of mind, her failure is reasonable. Life is never perfect, so please don't flame me.]