"Where is he? " Lan Wangji's thundering voice screeched through the Hall like a roaring tsunami wave, ready to wreck this world. His eyes were blazing with a flaming rage, torrenting wrath upon the petite and feebly shaky figure of the pale Jin whose face was as pastel as the cold moon shrouded by night clouds - almost diminishing.

Jin Guangyao's marble eyes meekly looked up at the intimidating man glaring at him with a daunting gaze, like a fireball ready to burn him down from the vehemence of the rage firing in the amber orbs.

"In the last cell. Amid the cold darkness, soaked in blood, whimpering and groaning from the affliction, loathing and abhorring you from the deepest of his heart Hanguang-Jun. " A silent satisfied smile was sparkling from the depth of the Jin's glassy, hollow eyes.

Lan Wangji raised his finger, and with a blaze of a white flash, spate of blood gushed out from Jin Guangyao's mouth, and he began to cough while holding his blue and filthily red arm; smiling with a forced pucker on his cold, hardened skin on the smooth surface of which blotches of blood blemished like leaf spots on youthful green leaf.

"Last chance. Where is he!? " The younger Jade's voice rose like a wrecking tempest, his vacant face grimacing at the pale Jin's ghastly stretch of lips of uncanny mirth.

Jin Guangyao looked at Lan Wangji with heavy, drowning eyes, devoid of any word, any sound, or any vision; the sap green eyes were like cold putrefied pond covered in green algae - devoid of zing, containing concealed putrefaction within- a manifestation of the past deeds, shrouded by a layer of clam veil. The veil of algae was slowly dispersing, evaporating the poisonous water from within from the inclemency of the merciless scorching Sunrays, revealing hushed retreats and lamentations.

A subtle confusion pooled in the Jin's eyes, and he spit another mouthful of blood, soiling the wooden floor with the red hue.

"I told you. Last cell, amid the darkness." A rough small chuckle left his lips, and he stared at Lan Wangji with sarcastic and deriding gaze.

Lan Wangji was about to throw another ambush at the feeble man, when the lady's voice halted his movements in the air.

"I know where he is. Do you want to know Hanguang-Jun, where your heartbeat is? The dungeon must be devoid of any trace of life. Am I not right? " The sentence was mixed with sarcasm and rhetoric question, almost derisively.

Lan Wangji grimaced; though face was as empty as untouched frozen snow, the impatience, berserk, petrification, and anger were screaming through the darkness of his eyes, glaring at the woman.

"Wait and watch." The lady gritted out, glaring back at the younger Jade.

Like before, the lady summoned her mirror, and the mirror displayed the horrifying scenes that took place amid the darkness; the petrification, agony, the mutilating terror... The pain, torment, blood... Grit... Screams...

"No... " Lan Wangji started shaking like a weak leaf, convulsing from sheer, shuddering horror.

The body being gruesomely tormented, and then disguised by a facade of well being; destroyed core parching every scintilla of verve, turning him into a rotting flesh. The ravishing eyes preying at him...

"No... Don't touch me! "

"Haha we got the Yiling Patriarch under out sleeves. Ravish him... "

Dark faces veiled by the Stygian air, volleying on the breaking body, tearing him apart, eliciting cries, screams, shrieks of agony...

A flying Guqin smited against the mirror, breaking apart thousands of glinting pieces with a crumbling splash, shattering apart a screen of terror along, rotting the air from the vehemence of the horror of the scene mingled with agony and woebegone. The sharp pieces thrashed against the ground like silver dust, scattering against the floor like soot of throes.

Lan Wangji's frozen figures staggered back; drops of blood started dripping down along his white robes - the frame was glimmering from the dust of sharp mirror that are engraved on his skin, bleeding the skin with hue of woes.

"No... Wei Ying... " Choked rasp rang through the Jade's numb voice, his tongue mingled with the salty taste of the streaming transparent and red liquid tickling across his face. His eyes are burning, his heart is rupturing, his soul is melting from the ambush of the burn, dissolving him along the air of woe.

"Bai, Tong, Rue, Sang, Bing and Feng." Jin Guangyao meekly uttered. The ogres who hid themselves behind the murky darkness that day, and preyed like radges over the breaking soul in that dreadful night. The Jin saw those multi colored pieces of clothes in the second Jade's hand. Lan Wangji understood what the Jin meant, and pledged to make sure that those monsters who are now enjoying soft Gusu beds, suffer the torment of hell.

The mirror pieces on his skin rifted through the jade sheet, and the shattered dust reassembled to assume the shape of a mirror that vanished along with a waft and glow of the heavenly mark.

"Hanguang-Jun, did you see what happened to your beloved? Hahaa what do you think, why were you all convinced to believe the truth? Because it was a hypnotizing mirror? NO. Because you all were suspicious of him. You, who claim to love him, also had a pinch of distrust lurking in your heart; and the mirror has its effect only on vacillating hearts, making them believe the untruth their hearts are sceptical about." An uncanny chuckle escaped his lips.

"Won't you say anything further lady Xiuyang? You have more to expose don't you? " He added with a smirk.

"I indeed have to say many things more ex sect leader Jin." She responded with a tone of mockery, and looked at Lan Wangji with a derisive spite.

Lan Wangji's white skin and snowy robes were besmirched by streaks of red, as blood trickled down the elastic leather skin, bleeding impatience and mortification along, as his eyes began to weep with tears of pensive aggravation.

"You have more to take Hanguang-Jun. More so see... How much you are 'loved'." The last word carried a rigid deride, and it sent a spear of grave petrification across Lan Wangji's tethering heart.

The mirror showed up again, and it disclosed a cold truth, where a feeble soul was forced to witness a mortifying scene of his white love pouring passion upon a slender curvy body, containing delicate feminity; a very well acquainted face.

"No... No... That's an illusion. It's a sham..." He mumbled, with eyes shaking, voice almost crumbling, and the dread from the deepest part of his heart was tearing apart his throat, bleeding it from the thorns that were adhered to those words, in the abyss of which lies a shelf of fright and diring apprehension, dripping with unshed remorse.

"Haaa yes illusion. I had created that illusion. Now you know how it feels to be hated by the one you value. How does it taste Hanguang-Jun?" Jin Guangyao laughed through streaming tears. It was a breathy laughter, rippling with vengeance, spite and a smug restitution.

Lan Wangji lips parted, eyes stilled, and glaring sword he was holding in his hand feel on the floor with a clank. The air stilled, suffocating his soul, wringing put air from his lungs; he couldn't breathe. His soul froze, from the inclemency of coldness that congealed his heart - an emotion; an excruciating emotion, the harrow of which began to putrefy his soul. Jin Guangyao's words lanced against his heart, bleeding it from severity of a merciless suffocating truth.

His amber eyes frosted, shifting lightly to stare at the chuckling Jin the voice of whom was slowly breaking - at the verge of fading away. The younger Jade collapsed on the ground, sitting on his knees like a lifeless statue, stilled into a frozen water, looking down at the floor with parted lips and streaming eyes.

"A-Yao... " A choked voice rasped, and Shuouye surged towards Jin Guangyao, piercing right through his soul. The floor of the Hall was lapped with spate of blood, and little more waved against the hardened red hue, as the pale body had already poured out its vitality.

Jin Guangyao looked up at Lan Xichen, and his inexplicable eyes smiled, a smile of agony rippling with a concluding respite, an interlude from this broken world from which it always gives peace to be broken from.

Lan Xichen walked towards Jin Guangyao with shaky steps, the salty tears flowing like an unconfined linn, streaming with its own pace.

A dark thick black smoke loomed around the Hall, and the pouch rose up in the air, eliciting a colossal amount of negative energy, that deluged towards Jin Guangyao, engulfing him like a gobbling monster.

Lan Xichen walked towards abyssal Stygian cloud, his eyes as resolute as the mountains. His short unhurried steps calmly approached Jin Guangyao's disappearing figure; his eyes never leaving the pale eyes with which he was conversing in silence.

"Xichen what are you doing? Don't go near the smoke cloud, it's Yin." Lan Qiren's frantic voice reached the elder Jade's ears like a faded echo of a rustling leaf - feeble, and almost inaudible for common ears to fathom.

Lan Wangji's frozen stature was deposited on the floor like a lifeless mellow fruit from which its verve has been extracted out - hollow and dull. He is far from fathoming the events taking place in the Hall. He never noticed that the timid sect leader Nie had opened the Spirit locking pouch and allowed the corpse's yin to leak into the holy gusu air. He never noticed that his only pillar is slowly walking towards diring doom. A frantic voice reached his ears which he assumed to be a frenzied, almost cried out, and wrathful voice of his Shifu; looking up, his eyes widened from horror.

Lan Xichen's eyes were fixed to Jin Guangyao's lifeless ones, and the Jin stared at him with inexplicable eyes; the heaped piles of venom, loathes, hatred, guilt, and vengeance, which this cruel world has incurred upon him, are now shedding away like invisible flakes of tranquil remorse, sucking away pieces of life every passing second from the bloodied eyes and the diminishing peony on the golden robes.

Lan Xichen's feet halted at a distance which was only half a meter away from the Stygian cloud. The sacrosanct body was about to get gulped by the loomed ink when a feeble arm pushed him away with a sheer force of residue energy, and the elder jade staggered back; shocked. A tug was felt on his head, and within a moment, the fluttering feathery white forehead ribbon was dangling within tight fist of the golden robed man. The ribbon was bought to a pair of bloodied lips, and the tired smile eventually faded amid the wrenching yin.

The holy coffin that was opened by Nie Huaisang sucked in the heavy Yin cloud, and corpses of the two former sect leaders entered the coffin to forever fight and despise each other inside the never ending confinement of the holy wooden walls. The coffin was shaking violently, and it calmed down gradually as Lan Qiren bounded it and sealed it with his spiritual power.

The old Lan gazed at Nie Huaisang, who was staring at the coffin with hollow, piercing gaze, with darkness pooled thickly within his dense pupils. The traces of cowardice, that timidity, that pretended mask of impotence, that made up cover of artificial so-called 'Head-shaker'; all of them have sublimed away, as if they never existed. The young Nie sect leader's sharp and shrewd eyes stared at the dusted holy coffin with moistened eyes - a flash of conclusion flickering in them with sense of accomplishment.

Lan Wangji was holding his brother's shoulder in an attempt of making the elder jade feel the presence of family, as the latter seemed to be shattering within a never ending daze. His heart was wrenching with the sight of his only close person - his beloved brother breaking down in pool of poison tears.

Hollow...empty....wrecked... This is how Lan Wangji is feeling right now within every inch of his bones and flesh. It feels like his heart has been gouged out, his core has been crushed down, his sinews have been cramped down by a sword of hollow lies and thorns of agony. This world now seems hollow and dull... Every cell of this world is shaped of lies and pain; the concept of love seems like a well built pretence.

No...

Lan Wangji's body started shaking like a feeble autumn leaf as the haunting scene of a pair of pleading, enervated eyes gazed at him with desperation and agony rippling through them started assailing his mind like canonballs. Those feeble ringing of 'Lan Zhan' and 'Don't you trust me' started stabbing through his heart like arrows. His heart and soul started getting strangled and constricted as the harrowing remorse and agony began to assail him with wrecking waves.

"WHERE IS HE! " Lan Wangji bellowed at the lady like a demanding monster.

Silently, the lady displayed the scene in her mirror. Amid the murky darkness while the monsters were trying to devour Wei Wuxian with nasty laughter and chuckles, the desperate cry of the former Yiling Patriarch shattered the walls of the shabby dungeon, and with flash of a blinding light, his body disappeared from the cell, leaving behind flabbergasted, scared and frustrated sect leaders who started mumbling like filthy rats.

Lan Wangji looked up; the bleeding skin made him look like an injured lion whose bloodshot eyes were dripping with venomous rage. The glare was thrown at Li Xiuyang who gazed back at the crimson honey eyes nonchalantly.

"You knew about all these! Why didn't you save him beforehand if you are so reluctant to disclose the truth." Lan Wangji roared at the Li Xiuyang. Grief, woe, pain and wrath were bleeding from his agonized voice.

"ANSWER ME! " The second jade roared with such a rage, that the thick silence of the still Hall shivered with horror. At this point, he couldn't think of the mystical disappearance of his only beloved, because he understood he has lost him to a far away unreachable fate.

Li Xiuyang's face went dark. In a pensive tone, she replied -

" It's destiny Hanguang-Jun. "

The unleashed truth piercing like arrow,
The sorrow of which,
Bleeds to harrow.
Years of longing turned into vile,
Shoving the love apart thousands of mile.
The acrid truth shall impale forever,
And puterfy this soul, burn and sever.
The mourning and laments shall wound forever
The regrets like snake, shall throttle and sever.

The revelation and repent part ends here. The story shall now progress in a new dimension.

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