Chapter 60: The Distortion of Love (Return to Luo Cong An's Timeline) - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

### Chapter 60: The Distortion of Love (Return to Luo Cong An's Timeline) On the fourth day after returning to Guanping, coinciding with Chen An's seventh day memorial, Luo Cong An appeared at the gravesite clad in red. Her long snow-white hair starkly contrasted with her attire. Few came to pay respects; those who did watched Luo Cong An with eyes full of intrigue. No one could fathom what thoughts ran through the mind of this silent girl. The next day, as the sect leader of Tianyan Sect anticipated, Luo Cong An indeed returned to the sect. From that point on, she cast aside her once lively demeanor, dedicating her days entirely to cultivation, indifferent to worldly affairs. The sect leader, believing she had severed her ties to the mundane world, felt gratified and applauded her transformation. With the vast resources of Tianyan Sect and her unparalleled natural talent, Luo Cong An achieved in just thirty years what others only dreamed of: forming a Golden Core and then advancing to Nascent Soul. It was worth noting that even the current sect leader of Tianyan Sect had only recently reached the late stage of Nascent Soul. Everyone awaited the day Luo Cong An would reveal her prowess. Undoubtedly, she was the Tianyan Sect's most significant wager—a prodigy unseen for a thousand years in the cultivation world! Luo Cong An's fame soon transcended the confines of Tianyan Sect. As the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator in a millennium, she became a name everyone knew. But no one expected that this prodigy with white hair and red eyes, extraordinary in both appearance and talent, would draw her first sword against Tianyan Sect, who had arduously nurtured her for thirty years. She secretly conspired with the devil cult, Tianmo Sect, cooperating from the inside, her white clothes dyed blood red. On that day, a dark, bloodied mist enveloped the skies over Tianyan Sect, stretching for miles. A total of 1,349 cultivators in the sect fell without exception, leaving a field of corpses and blood flowing for miles. This event shocked the entire cultivation world, marking the beginning of an endless pursuit of Luo Cong An. She was condemned and reviled by the world. Ingrate, heartless. Her ominous fate was indelibly sealed. ... Life is but a fleeting dream, how many autumns do we endure? In the abode of the fourth peak master of Mount Qingcheng, Chen An's gaze gradually regained clarity. Though in memory he seemed to have lived a complete life, returning to reality was but the blink of an eye. The first thing he sensed was a faint fragrance. And an unimaginable softness. Chen An took a deep breath and lifted his head to meet the gaze of the woman holding him. Those red eyes were filled with unending longing and affection. Not even time and space could dim them. The woman softly called out, "Do you remember, sir..." Chen An paused briefly, then said, "Perhaps you could untie me first." Unexpectedly, his casual words left the woman in a daze. She stared intently at Chen An, her hair in disarray, a twisted expression on her face. She leaned close to Chen An's ear, her voice barely a whisper. "Sir, do you wish to abandon Cong An again...?" She emphasized the last word. Chen An felt a sense of helplessness. Perhaps he had once felt affection for Luo Cong An, but it was solely familial, never to the exaggerated, borderline pathological extent she displayed. Seeing Chen An's silence, the woman grew anxious. She pulled him back into her embrace, holding him tightly as if he might vanish at any moment. She murmured, "No, it won't happen, sir. This time, I won't let you go. I'll keep you locked away, forever, forever..." As waves of emotions surged, Chen An felt his mind sway. He steadied himself, his voice firm, "Luo Cong An, you know that I'm your mentor, yet you dare act so recklessly?" But the woman seemed not to hear him. She traced her fingers along Chen An's cheek. She suddenly laughed, "See, you're finally acknowledging it, sir..." Luo Cong An inexplicably licked her lips, her eyes glinting with an unusual light. "What does the young sir taste like, I wonder?" Chen An felt his scalp tingle and couldn't help but shout, "You keep calling me sir, shouldn't you see what you're doing?!" "I think your love has distorted..." His words were cut short. For the bewitching woman before him suddenly collapsed onto him. Inevitably, they collided with a muffled thud. After a few brief moments, Luo Cong An opened her eyes again. Her pupils changed from eerie red to normal black. The madness and sickness in her gaze began to dissipate slowly. Her expression softened, an air of tranquil beauty surrounded her, a holy aura radiating from her being. In just a few seconds, she seemed like a completely different person. Chen An stared in astonishment at this new 'Luo Cong An.' The woman frowned, her expression troubled, as she surveyed her surroundings. After some time, she spoke slowly, breaking the silence. "I am Lin Jing Qiu's master..." Chen An looked at her silently, saying nothing. Luo Cong An sighed, "As you can see, we share a body, but we are entirely different consciousnesses." Chen An's eyes flicked with confusion, and he asked, "What do you mean? A possession?" Luo Cong An shook her head, stepping back from Chen An, creating some distance. "Not a possession. Strictly speaking, I am her, and she is me." "According to her, after breaking the void and traveling through time and space to find you, she manifested in countless forms across different worlds and corners. I am one of her incarnations in this world." "In theory, after finding you, I should have merged with her long ago, but something went awry, resulting in the current situation." Chen An fell silent. He had to admit, he was a bit overwhelmed by Luo Cong An's persistence. Their interaction had only lasted a mere seven years. For ordinary people, seven years might be long enough to be unforgettable. But she was a cultivator, a remarkably gifted one. Her lifespan far exceeded a hundred spans of seven years. A sigh echoed softly in the dwelling. "Why do this..." Chen An murmured. "So, what happened after you destroyed Tianyan Sect?" The woman couldn't answer. "I don't have her memories. You'd have to ask her personally for answers." "Where is she now?" Luo Cong An's hand at her side clenched slightly before relaxing. She replied, "She exhausted too much spiritual energy to awaken your memories, so she had to choose to slumber." "As for when she'll awaken, I don't know." "But you can discern by the color of the eyes. Red eyes indicate the obsessive, mad Luo Cong An." Chen An was taken aback, a thought crossing his mind. "And the white hair?" Luo Cong An looked over, suddenly a bit inexplicably annoyed, "I don't know!" Silence reigned again in the dwelling. After a while, Chen An spoke again. "So, can you untie me now?" (End of chapter)