The Destiny of the Demon Sword
Grieved

Orange smiled broadly at the results. His eyes returned to the sky. It scanned the existence of the god realm monster beast circling the Ghost forest area. However, not long after, the monster beasts from the dragon and phoenix clans began to move away from the Ghost forest region.

“Thank God they stayed away,” muttered Orange and then turned to his wife and his two younger siblings.

“It's done, let's get down!” bring Orange.

The orange jumped lightly followed by the three girls behind him. They walk casually towards the residents who are on the move.

“Jinga!” I screamed at a man in his 30s from across the lake.

The man flew over to the orange. The residents who heard him immediately noticed the man's flight until he landed near the four brightly smiling young men greeted him.

“Tian’er, you look just getting older .. supposedly a cultivator looks young from his original age. What's wrong with you?” ask Orange to see it wonder.

Chen Tian did not immediately answer him, his eyes glancing towards the black-clothed girl who was watching the residents.

Orange chuckled softly in response and said,

“Just tell him you like him.”

Chen Tian blushed his face, he lowered his face not daring to stare at the girl who pretended not to notice him.

The atmosphere became awkward without anyone making a sound. Qianmei who used to tease her older sister, this time just kept silent did not want to mix it up. 

“Ehem,” Deham Orange trying to melt the atmosphere.

“My husband, I am still wondering how the residents can enter this Ghost forest?” xian Hou suddenly asked.

“Tian’er, take me to see mom,” said Jingga asked for it.

“Ba–baik,” reply with stammer.

Without waiting any longer, Chen Tian immediately turned around leading the way. Arriving at a small hut, Chen Tian casually entered it and went back out together with an old woman who looked sick. His face was so pale with a hollow body carried by Chen Tian who led him out to meet Orange.

“Mother,” call Orange with flat tone.

Aunt Ning Rum forced a smile to hear him. His condition is ailing, making it difficult to return calls Orange. 

Seeing Aunt Ning Rum who was so pale and weak made Orange instantly decay to hug her.

“I'm sorry that I just returned to visit Mom,” whispered Orange while rubbing the back of Aunt Ning Rum whom she had considered her own mother.

“Thank you, my son. Mom can finally meli–” she said cut.

Aunt Ning Rum breathed her last in an orange embrace. His hand that was circular at the waist of the Orange was released by itself.

“Mother,” lirih Jingga does not believe the sudden departure of the new mother had met again.

Bai Niu and Qianmei immediately cried looking at him, as did Xian Hou who finally had no power to hold back the droplets of tears dripping down his cheeks.

Chen Tian himself was so trembling his body. The mother is the only family she has.

“Mother!” peeking Chen Tian was powerless to see his mother's departure. 

The residents who heard his screams immediately rushed over. They all felt the grief that Chen Tian had endured.

An old geezer wearing a walking stick stepped closer to Chen Tian then patted him on the shoulder repeatedly.

“Tian’er, don't cry over your mother's departure. Let your mother go quietly,”.

“Teacher,” reply Chen Tian then hold his teacher tightly.

The old grandfather then turned his gaze to look at Orange with a shady look. Her lips were clenched to form a line of gentle smiles.

“For so long, Mrs Ning Rum tried to survive against her illness just because she wanted to meet you. Thank you, for being pleased to meet him, Nak Jingga,” said the old man told him.

JLB!

Like being struck by lightning hearing it. The orange felt a deep heartache in his heart. More painful than witnessing the death of his family as a child. His mother Ning Rum was the most meritorious figure in his life besides his blood family and his adoptive grandfather Tang Xie Zhang. The figure of a mother who was so sincere in loving him from childhood to grow up to be a dashing young man.

There were no words he could say other than nodding softly in thanks to the grandfather who was the elder of the Sky Lotus sect.

Orange shook his head slowly and answered him,

“No, this Ghost Forest is just an illusion. We can't bury him here. I'll bury mom in the village of Heart Story.”

“Isn't it dangerous for us, I don't want to take any risks,” reply Chen Tian doubted it.

“Danger of what? I will not let anyone interfere with my mother's funeral,” Timpal Orange then took her mother's body and prepared to carry it.

“Tian’er, teachers believe in Orange,” continued the elder convinced him.

“Good, Master,” reply Chen Tian according to him.

“Darling, it's still dark. Can't we wait until sunrise?” xian Hou Sela.

“Alright, we wait until morning arrives,” said Jingga agreed to the words of his wife.

The orange then brought the mother into the hut and laid her on a pedestal from a pile of leaves.

Afterwards, he then approached the elder to ask some things related to the natural disaster that befell the village of Heart Story until the way the villagers could survive after entering the Ghost forest.

"Let's go to my reot hut!" take the old elder and disappear from his position.

The orange did not immediately follow him. He walked over to his younger brother Bai Niu who was talking to his wife.

"Naninu, can you accompany Tian'er?" jangga asked for it.

"Good, Brother. I understand" he replied and smiled.

"Thank you." Orange glanced at his wife and Qianmei then flashed carrying the two to the old elder's place across the lake.

Taps, tap.

"Grandfather is selfish," chirped Orange so that he arrived at a hut that is more worthy of being called a big house.

"Huh-ha. Come here!" kekeh the elder waved his hand.

"Where are the other sect elders?" ask Orange after paying attention to the surroundings.

"They were in the imperial palace with all the sect disciples to help the citizens of the capital," said the elder, "but don't worry about it. Now, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Orange was amazed at the old elders who could know the meaning of his wishes. He sat opposite the old elder accompanied by his wife on the right and Qianmei on the left.

"I'm sorry, I can't bring you all a treat" she said, feeling unwell.

"No problem. Straight away, Elder," replied Orange.

Without delaying it again, the elder immediately told the beginning of the disaster that made the sect he was sheltering was smashed by a large earthquake, tornado, and thunderstorms that continued to strike. 

Luckily, when natural disasters occur. The sect together with the sect elders and a third of the disciples were tracing the Ghost Forest that had been entered a few days before the disaster. Even so, more than 200 disciples and an elder fell victim to the ferocity of the natural disaster. 

The elder looked teary-eyed given the events he had never expected. He paused his story to calm down. 

After that, he continued his success in saving most of the residents of Cerita Hati village which is located adjacent to the Ghost forest.

Without feeling it, morning came. However, only the orange knows. The thick white mist blocked the sunlight from entering the illusionary dimension of the Ghost forest.

"Thank you, Elder. Thanks to the Elder, I can still meet with mother," said Orange gratefully.

"Why does the night feel so long?" asked the elder in astonishment.

"It's morning, Elder. I purposely covered it with mist so that the monster beasts would not sniff out your existence," said Jingga and then laughed softly.

Engraved the anxious look on the wrinkled face of the elder sepuh after hearing the words Orange. 

"What's up, Elder?" ask the curious orange.

"Still remember the black dragon beast Long Yiban?" ask the old man.

"Huh-ha. Of course I still remember it clearly," replied Jingga who immediately remembered her cunning toying with the black dragon.

A moment later, Orange suddenly fell silent staring at the old elder who was also staring at him sharply.