Chapter 1285 Finale 5

Mu Wanqing looked at him, then at Luo Li, the smile in her eyes deepened: "Thank you for taking care of A Li over the years."

She could see the unconcealable cherishment and protection in the man's eyes when he looked at his daughter, just like the way she looked at Luo Li's father.

Di Xuanming nodded slightly, reached out and gently put his arm around Luo Li's shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He whispered, "She should be thanked. She's the one who never gave up."

Luo Li pursed her lips, suddenly not knowing how to face this situation. She pulled the two of them downstairs and said, "You two go back and rest first. I still have some things to do."

Then, Luo Li's gaze moved further away.

Her power is like an invisible giant net, spreading to every corner of the continent of gods.

She recovered the marks of the heroes that disappeared on the battlefield one by one.

More points of light gathered from all directions, like rivers flowing into the sea, interweaving into a vast and sacred ocean of light above the observatory.

Points of light fell gently like rain, blending into the earth below.

Inside the city, the spiritualists who were resting suddenly heard exclamations of disbelief and cries of joy coming from outside.

"Dad?! Is it Dad?!"

"Sister! Sister is back!"

"Brother! It's really you! You're still alive! You're still alive!"

"Child! My child!"

The sleeping City of Gods was completely ignited at this moment by the ecstasy of regaining what had been lost!

Countless figures rushed out of the door, running, searching, and hugging on the street.

Those relatives, comrades-in-arms, and lovers who I thought were lost forever were standing before my eyes alive, with the same confusion and surprise.

Laughter, crying, shouting, incredulous questions...

It dispersed the last trace of haze left after the war and filled the entire night sky.

In the City Lord's Mansion, Luo Qingzhu was carrying a bowl of freshly prepared calming soup, ready to give it to Luo Li.

When he heard the deafening noise outside and the familiar calls, the bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and the soup splashed everywhere.

He rushed out of the door and saw people hugging and crying on the street. Seeing those familiar faces that had already passed away, he felt like he was struck by lightning and stood still.

Shen Fuzhou also ran out of the alchemy room, his usually cynical face now filled with shock and ecstasy.

He rubbed his eyes hard, then burst into laughter, and his eyes turned red as he laughed.

Emperor Xuanming stood in front of the window of the library, looking towards the observatory.

He couldn't see Luo Li's specific movements, but he could clearly sense that the power coming from her was reshaping something.

When he saw the sudden burst of vitality and joy in the city that almost blew the roof off, he understood.

His A-li is creating miracles.

He pursed his lips tightly, and his deep eyes were filled with indescribable pride, heartache and deep love.

He turned around and strode towards the observatory again.

On the observatory, the gathered starlight gradually faded away.

Luo Li's face was as pale as paper, her body was shaking slightly, and the strength deep in her soul was almost drained.

But her eyes were surprisingly bright as she looked at Song Wanbai, who was crying but smiling like a fool and hugging Lan Xiaoxiao tightly.

Looking at An Shuxue standing quietly by the side, tears in her eyes but a gentle smile, and then listening to the deafening cheers of life in the city below...

She exhaled with satisfaction.

Di Xuanming appeared at the end of the stairs. He walked quickly forward and held her firmly in his arms before she collapsed from exhaustion.

The familiar cold breath enveloped her, bringing with it endless heartache and supporting strength.

"A Ming..." Luo Li leaned on his solid chest, her voice weak and tired, yet filled with unprecedented ease and joy, "Look, I did it."

Di Xuanming tightened his arms and rested his chin lightly on the top of her head, feeling her trembling and weakness, and also feeling the satisfaction she felt after creating this miracle.

His voice was low and firm, with a barely perceptible hoarseness: "Yes, I see. It's you who brought light to everyone."

He lowered his head and placed a kiss full of emotions on her forehead.

The city below was brightly lit and bustling with people, filled with the ecstasy of surviving the disaster and the preciousness of regaining what had been lost.

This is no longer a reconstruction on ruins, but a true rebirth after the soul returns to its place.

The starlight is gentle, and the world is noisy.

On the ruins, hope not only grows, but also blooms.

Luo Li leaned in her lover's arms, closed her eyes tiredly, but there was the most peaceful smile on the corner of her lips.

On the morning of the seventh day, Luo Li woke up to the faint aroma of porridge.

Outside the carved window lattice, the sky was already bright, and the warm sunlight shone through the window paper and onto the figure lying on the bed.

She moved her fingertips and touched a warm texture.

Di Xuanming had been guarding her all the time, and was now looking at her sideways, with a hint of weariness in his eyes, yet they were surprisingly bright.

"Awake?" His voice was hoarse in the early morning. He reached out and tucked the corner of the quilt for her. "How do you feel?"

Luo Li blinked. The strength he had overdrawn last night had been mostly recovered by the soul power that kept flowing in from him, leaving only a slight trace of fatigue.

She propped herself up, the aroma of spiritual porridge lingering in her nose becoming clearer and clearer: "Is it Second Brother who is here?"

Before he finished speaking, the door was gently pushed open.

Luo Qingzhu walked in with a food box. Seeing that she was awake, a gentle smile spread across her brows: "You woke up just in time. I've just made some spiritual porridge to nourish your spirit."

He placed the food box on the bedside table and took out an oil-paper bag from his sleeve. "And the flower cake you love. That fellow Shen Fuzhou insisted on adding double the sugar, but I stopped him."

Luo Li was about to laugh when Shen Fuzhou poked his head in and yelled, "Hey, hey, hey, you can't say that! Ah Li just made such a great contribution, what's wrong with eating something sweet? I'm doing this to cheer her up and make her feel better faster!"

He was holding a jade bottle in his hand, and he came to the bedside as if offering a treasure, "Here, this is the new concentration pill I made. It's three times more effective than the previous one!"

Di Xuanming took the food box and naturally scooped a spoonful of spiritual porridge to Luo Li's lips. His tone was calm but with unquestionable authority: "Are you sure you want to try the pill he made?"

Shen Fuzhou immediately stiffened his neck and retorted: "Why can't I try? This time I am..."

Before he could finish his words, An Shuxue pulled his sleeve from behind.

An Shuxue said softly, "Don't disturb Ah Li's rest."

The hair on her temples was still neat, but the tiredness in her eyes had faded a lot, and her eyes were full of smiles as she looked at Luo Li.

Luo Li was sipping the spiritual porridge when she suddenly caught sight of two people standing at the door.

Lan Xiaoxiao was standing on tiptoe to look into the room, half-blocked by Song Wanbai.

Seeing Luo Li looking over, Lan Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up. She broke free from Song Wanbai's hand and ran in, yelling, "Ali, Ali! I went to check out the city wall this morning, and they said they were going to embed my wooden sign in the middle! Seriously? I'm actually alive!"

Song Wanbai followed behind her, shaking his head helplessly, but when he saw Lan Xiaoxiao's lively smile, an indelible tenderness appeared in his eyes.

He bowed to Luo Li, his voice still a little hoarse, but full of gratitude: "A Li, I cannot express my gratitude enough for your kindness."

Luo Li smiled and shook her head. Turning her head, she saw her mother Mu Wanqing standing in the corridor, picking fresh spiritual leaves in her hand. The morning light fell on her plain dress, as gentle as a painting.

Beside him, Luo Qi's eyes were full of love, and he followed closely.

Luo Li felt warm in her heart, and she lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but was held down by Di Xuanming.

"You've just recovered and you're already running around?" He scratched her nose helplessly, helped her up himself, and carefully put his coat on her. "Aunt and uncle are waiting outside, there's no rush."

Luo Li let him serve her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Bei Mingyu standing outside the courtyard gate, waving at her from afar, with a rare bright smile on his face.

When the group arrived at the courtyard, Mu Wanqing had already brewed the spiritual leaves into tea, and the aroma of tea was lingering in the air.

She took Luo Li's hand and gently stroked the spiritual vein on her wrist with her fingertips. After confirming that she was fine, she felt relieved and said with a smile, "Why are you all standing there? Come and try this freshly picked cloud mist leaf. Qingzhu said it's the best for calming the mind."

Luo Qingzhu immediately took the teacup and distributed it to everyone. Shen Fuzhou held the teacup and smacked his lips: "Auntie's craftsmanship is still good. The elixir is much more fragrant than mine."

Lan Xiaoxiao grabbed a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling, "I think they're all delicious! By the way, Luo Li, when are we going to repair the city wall? Wan Bai said she wants to teach me how to carve wooden signs!"

Song Wanbai's ears turned slightly red when he heard this, but he still said seriously: "I will teach you after you finish breakfast."

The sunlight shines through the new leaves of the Wutong tree, casting tiny spots of light on the ground.

Everyone sat around the stone table, talking and laughing, occasionally mentioning the thrill of the battle, but there was no fear in their tone, only the relief of surviving the disaster.

It turns out that there really is such a day.

All that was lost has come back.

All the waiting has come true.

There is no better ending than this.

Di Xuanming seemed to sense her thoughts and gently squeezed her palm.

Luo Li turned her head and looked into his deep eyes, where her figure and the light in the sky were clearly reflected.

She smiled, and tiny starlight appeared in her eyes, brighter than the night sky of the observatory and warmer than the rising sun.

Di Xuanming also raised the corners of his lips, put his arm around her shoulders, and rubbed the top of her head lovingly.

The cracks in the city walls will eventually be filled, the broken books will eventually be repaired, and those lost and found souls will continue to write their own new chapters on this land that has regained its light.

She took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the fragrance of spiritual tea, the sweet scent of flower cakes, and the fresh scent of grass and trees bathed in sunlight.

That’s great.

She thought quietly in her heart.

All the suffering is over, and all the waiting has found a place.

The future is still long, but as long as there are people around us, no matter how long the road is, we will feel steady and warm.

This time, there is no separation, only eternal companionship and endless hope.

Years have passed since then, and we have never parted.