The Shining Star Above The Heaven-Chapter 585: I’m Sorry, Good Bye

In another part of the battlefield, the battle had broken out fiercely. In this area, a group from the Thorny Flower Garden could be seen fighting with their unique techniques. Baek Jimin was also showcasing her prowess, proving why she was called a genius of the Thorny Flower Garden.

The icy flame froze the undead the moment it touched them, shattering some into pieces. Her white flame raged across the battlefield, but since many of the undead were far stronger than her, several elders from her sect stepped in to protect her.

As a middle Earl stage cultivator, she was strong enough to face peak Earl stage opponents. However, in this battle, many of the undead were at the Marquess stage or even higher.

Moreover, some of the undead were actually figures that once known as powerful and brilliant cultivators during their lifetimes, which shocked many on the battlefield. No one had expected that these famous figures, once believed to be lost to time, would reappear as undead.

"He was Andrey Asimov, the young master of the Asimov family! Be careful with his spear technique—he was a genius with the spear!"

"That’s Alex Goldensky! He was famous for his fast sword. Don’t try to follow his speed it unless you want to die!"

"She was..."

Many who recognized the identities of the undead quickly shouted warnings to those who tried to fight them. Earlier, when the armies clashed, these undead figures immediately claimed the lives of many alliance soldiers with their overwhelming strength.

Baek Jimin did her best, striking down the undead to prevent them from overwhelming the alliance’s defensive line. She used her palm, which exuded white icy flame, to unleash bursts of fire toward the incoming undead. Any undead at the Earl stage could not withstand it once touched.

Looking at the mass of enemies, she unleashed one of her techniques—a tornado that erupted from her palm.

The white icy tornado caused the temperature to plummet in the area. It tore through the undead formation, and freezing ice spread across nearly three kilometers. Any undead not strong enough were instantly frozen and shattered by the storm.

While she was still battling, she suddenly heard a commotion nearby and saw an undead being attacked from all sides. This undead was at the low Emperor stage and had already been surrounded by several low Emperor stage cultivators from their side. However, he seemed far too strong. Despite being alone in the midst of many enemies, he held his ground with ease.

The undead was on the ground, and all the Emperor stage cultivators kept their distance, wary of his strength. He was using demonic energy, and his techniques were powerful, so much so that he had already killed two King stage cultivators and a low Emperor stage cultivator from the alliance.

Baek Jimin looked toward the battle and narrowed her eyes. She couldn’t help but feel that something about this undead was strangely familiar. The release of demonic energy itself didn’t surprise her, the necromancer could easily turn any corpse, including a demonic cultivator, into an undead.

But the thing was, the demonic energy radiating from this man felt familiar.

She struck down an incoming undead that charged at her, freezing and shattering it without even sparing a glance, then began moving toward the battlefield where that undead was fighting.

She didn’t know why, but her heart began to beat faster as she approached the battle site. A few moments later, when she got close enough to see the face of the undead surrounded by many people, her eyes widened and began to tremble.

Suddenly, a wave of memories from her past surged through her mind like a tidal wave. There was a time when her family was whole, when they could show their love for one another freely. A time when her life felt filled with happiness, untouched by misery or burden. A time when she believed nothing would change, that they would live together, happily, forever.

All of that changed when her father disappeared, his fate unknown. Her life, and her mother’s, had never been the same since. Though the signs of life still suggested he was somewhere out there, she and her mother had long prepared themselves for the worst.

And now, standing here, she could no longer hold back her tears. She covered her mouth with one hand as they welled up and streamed down her cheeks.

Because the undead surrounded by so many people, the one holding his ground alone was the very man who made all those memories possible.

"Father," she murmured.

A handsome man wielding a sword stood steadily, his calm eyes fixed on his opponents. His long black hair was swept by the wind, and though his robes were dirty, they still bore the symbol of the Thorny Flower Garden.

"Father!"

Baek Jimin could no longer hold herself back. She leapt toward her father, but before she could reach him, a hand grabbed her, stopping her from getting too close.

"Young Miss, that is no longer Lord Donghyun. He doesn’t remember any of us, don’t let his appearance make you reckless!" said one of the elders holding her back.

Hearing the elder’s words, her tears flowed even harder, and she couldn’t help but grit her teeth. She wanted to call out to her father, but then, he looked in her direction.

She froze, stunned, hoping, believing, that he might recognize her.

But instead, he turned his gaze elsewhere, as if she meant nothing to him.

And in that moment, her heart ached more than ever.

She wanted to shout, but stopped herself when she saw another figure making an entrance. The figure landed not far in front of her father.

Her beautiful face showed little expression, but her trembling eyes betrayed the truth. Tears threatened to fall, but she held them back with all her strength as she looked at the man standing before her, the man she had loved in the past and still loved to this day.

Baek Jimin watched the scene unfold, and her heart crumbled. Her mother had finally come face to face with the man she loved most, yet not in the way they had ever wished.

The man who once smiled so brightly whenever he saw his wife... was gone.

Now, even when his eyes met Sect Master Baek’s, his expression remained blank.

And in that moment, Baek Jimin knew.

The man standing before them was no longer the father she had once known.

"Sect Master, be careful! That is not Lord Donghyun from the past! He doesn’t remember anyone, he’ll attack and kill without hesitation!" shouted one of the elders who was also helping to besiege Lord Donghyun.

Sect Master Baek didn’t respond. She simply looked at the man she had loved so deeply. Lord Donghyun stared back at her with an expressionless face.

The two of them stood still, unmoving in the chaos of the battlefield. But then, without warning, Lord Donghyun made his move. In a sudden burst of speed, he charged and swung his sword at Sect Master Baek.

She stood her ground, unmoving, even as the blade neared her neck.

And just before it could touch her—

Stab!

Sect Master Baek’s hand pierced straight into Donghyun’s shoulder, her arm buried deep into the wound. With her other hand, she grabbed his wrist, stopping the sword mid swing. Her eyes remained locked on his, never wavering.

For her, a High Emperor stage cultivator, following the movements of her husband, who only at the Low Emperor stage was effortless.

Although Donghyun tried to push himself with all his strength, he couldn’t overpower Sect Master Baek. She held him firmly in place, and after a few moments of silence, she finally opened her lips.

"You know, since you disappeared, my life has been like hell," she said in a sad tone. Her gaze finally showed emotion as her eyes began to water.

"I felt like I lost half of my soul... and I lost myself. I’m not who I used to be."

"There was a time when I wished for everything to end. I wanted to escape this nightmare, and I could wake up with you by my side." Her voice grew more melancholic as she spoke.

"But reality has been truly cruel to me. I had to accept that I must live on without knowing your fate... without ever feeling your touch again."

She then turned to look in Baek Jimin’s direction. Baek Jimin blinked, slightly stunned by her mother’s sudden glance.

Sect Master Baek finally showed a smile as she continued.

"Then I knew I couldn’t drown in despair forever. I still had the fruit of our love to protect, our pride, who will carry on our legacy." Her lips trembled slightly as she fought to hold back her tears.

"Now she’s already grown into a beautiful woman, and she even has someone she loves. He’s actually the most outstanding young man... truly worthy of our daughter. You would have liked him if you had the chance to meet him."

Baek Jimin’s figure suddenly appeared near her father. The elder who had been holding her seemed to let go, now watching them with a sorrowful expression.

Baek Jimin looked at her father, her eyes filled with tears. She bit her lip, then, without hesitation, embraced him tightly.

"Father," she said in a trembling voice, choked with sobs.

Her daughter’s voice finally caused Sect Master Baek’s tears to fall, the pain in her heart becoming unbearable. They had reunited, but not in the way they had ever hoped for.

Her gaze returned to Donghyun, and her expression grew firm. Without hesitation, she pulled his body closer and gently pressed her forehead against his.

For a brief moment, the three family members were together again, just like in the past, when their lives were filled with happiness.

Sect Master Baek smiled at him, even as tears continued to stream from her eyes. At last, she could speak the feelings that had been locked in her heart for so long.

"Rest well, dear. You are free now," she said softly.

But then, she froze for a moment, as she saw Donghyun’s lips curve into a faint smile.

"I’m sorry. Goodbye," he said in a very soft voice, which made her tears flow even more.

Still, her expression shifted to one of resolve. And then, without hesitation—

Slash!

In one clean motion, his head was severed from his body by her hand.

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