Chapter 360: Mark Sword and Bad Bow

The last shred of self-deception shattered at that moment.

Lin Qingran's face turned deathly pale, and she staggered backward, the high wall in her heart crumbling as she did so.

The system's frantic reaction cast a suffocating shadow over her heart.

Jiang Xianwan, however, had lost patience.

With a slight lift of her fingertips, the scarred sword let out a mournful cry, broke free from Lin Qingran's control, and flew back into her hand.

The moment the sword touched the ground, as the warm fingertips gently brushed against the blade, a vast and familiar divine sense instantly enveloped it like a warm current.

The sword suddenly emitted an extremely shrill hum, trembling violently in her palm, as if struggling on the verge of death!

It's her!

She's back!

It finally met her!

The illusory image formed by the sword spirit finally awoke from its deep nightmare.

Her long eyelashes trembled violently, and a pair of dazzling golden eyes slowly opened, tears silently welling up from the corners of her beautiful eyes.

It actually became an accomplice of the evil creature that almost killed Jiang Xianwan!

It almost... almost took everything from Jiang Xianwan with its own hands!

This realization made the sword spirit tremble so badly it almost collapsed.

If the twins knew, they would be guilty of a terrible crime!

The sword trembled violently, and a blazing golden sword intent, as intense as the rising sun, shot into the sky!

The light devoured all surrounding colors, carrying with it the sorrow and determination accumulated by the sword spirit for hundreds of years, and the sword's cry completely tore apart all sounds in the world.

That was no longer the sound of metal and stone, but rather the grief of the entire world condensed into a single point, emitting a mournful cry of blood.

But this heart-wrenching wail had not yet faded from the shattered sky—

From the unreachable depths of the ancient realm, a mournful cry, even more desolate than the one that had been heard, echoed!

The void, like a torn brocade, was ripped open by a brute force, leaving a hideous gap.

A golden stream of light, extremely refined, condensed on its own, and a golden arrow, carrying the force to annihilate stars, plummeted straight down!

The magnificent golden light and the sword intent complemented each other like twin stars.

Lin Qingran was thrown into complete disarray.

The Marked Sword and the Cursed Bow of Emperor Lingxiu have actually broken free from the system's control and awakened!

The two streaks of golden light were moving at their fastest speed, heading straight for her brow.

The shadow of death was chilling and bone-chilling, freezing the blood in her veins.

However.

Just as they were about to touch her, eighteen forces shattered the two golden streaks of light!

Amidst the surging air currents, Hua Buxiu and the others stepped into the air and stood indifferently in front of her.

Their eyes were downcast, their expressions utterly empty, as if all their souls had been drained away, leaving only a chilling, oppressive aura, like an invisible barrier standing before them.

At that very moment, time and space suddenly froze.

Ripples spread across the void, and two figures gradually became clearer, like ink wash painting, completely filling Jiang Xianwan's field of vision.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and two extremely beautiful and enchanting faces were reflected in her eyes.

They were all in the form of teenagers, with fair and translucent skin, lips like newly ripened cherry blossoms, and long eyelashes that cast faint shadows like butterfly wings. Their jade-like skin was crystal clear, and their appearances were so exquisite that they seemed to have been sculpted by the hands of heaven.

They were both draped in a magnificent golden robe with dark patterns that flowed like living water, their golden halo like the morning sun, pure and ethereal.

Yet their temperaments are quite different, like two sides of the same coin.

One man held a scarred sword, his expression as cold and aloof as if frozen in ice and snow.

One man held the bow of the calamity, his eyes and brows radiating a gentle moonlight that surpassed even the spring breeze.

What is most captivating is the golden halo surrounding them, like the morning sun shining through glass, hazy and sacred.

They were completely unaware, simply standing close to Jiang Xianwan's side, their posture one of complete dependence and devout offering.

It was as if it were the shadow cast by her radiance, her strongest armor, and also her most vulnerable and fragile weakness.

One cold, one gentle, they truly resembled twin mirror images.

They also look just like... twins.

Jiang Xianwan ignored the chaotic screams and curses that filled his ears.

She gently stroked the white-robed youth's cheek with her fingertips, as if touching a fleeting frost flower, and her dazed eyes gradually moistened.

It's as if I've seen... twins.

The young man, whose eyebrows and eyes held a hint of coldness, had a gaze as sharp and clear as the edge of his sword.

Yet, the moment it touched Jiang Xianwan, all the icy chill shattered and melted into a pool of water ruffled by the spring breeze, trembling and still.

Before she could speak, tears had already silently slid down her snow-white cheeks, leaving a glistening wet trail.

He stared intently at the face he had longed for for three hundred years, his slender fingertips tentatively touching her moist eyes. Tears streamed down his face like a burst dam.

The movement was extremely light, as if it were not wiping away a tear, but a pearl about to shatter into dust, filled with tenderness and disbelief.

"Wanwan..."

A cry that could no longer be suppressed, so low and hoarse it was almost broken, the last syllable trembling with an uncontrollable tremor, conveyed more than three hundred years of longing and grievance.

"I am……"

He paused slightly, as if gathering enough courage, before reverently offering the name, hidden deep within his soul, before her.

"Light ink".

The moment those two words were uttered, it seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength and completed a fateful handover.

Danmo gazed at her, his eyes, as deep as a melting spring pool, reflecting both the immense thrill of something lost and found, and the fragile tremor of fearing to lose it again.

He originally thought...

He thought no one would ever want him again.

They will never see the twins and Jiang Xianwan again.

Now... she has finally... returned.

Before his eyes.

The white-robed youth with soft features also had a heavy, watery look in his eyes, as if they would burst open at the slightest tremor.

He timidly extended his fingertips, the slight trembling like butterfly wings brushing the water's surface, carrying a desperate courage, as he tentatively and cautiously touched Jiang Xianwan's fingertips.

But then, as if grasping the only piece of driftwood before drowning, he suddenly tightened his grip, wrapping his fingers tightly around hers.

The force was so great, it was like the trembling of a soul that had been wandering for too long finally finding its home.

Her voice was damp and choked with sobs; each syllable seemed to be squeezed out of her broken chest. Finally, tears could no longer be held back and streamed down her cheeks.

"Wanwan, Fubai... I am... Fubai."

They were souls born for her, and then the twins gave them the name.

Light ink forms the shadow.

The floating white light shines through.

For only one person.

But Jiang Xianwan... never knew their names.

Just like... I never remember twins.

He gently grasped her fingertips with both hands, and what he felt was not only the icy touch, but also the near-collapse of the spirit.

"Light ink..."

"Floating white..."

Jiang Xianwan slowly murmured the two names between his lips.

Yes.

Only Yao Ling and Xiu Yin could come up with such a name that subtly reduces the most intense colors to the most subtle shades.

Looking into their two red, tear-filled eyes, she could "hear" the terrified cries from the depths of their spirits, which almost burned her.

My fingertips gently touched the corner of her moist eye, but the tears I wiped away seemed to leave a burning mark on her heart.

His voice was low and hoarse, almost pleading.

"Don't cry anymore..."

The way they shed tears was so similar to that of the twins from back then.

Those scalding tears, like karmic fire, burned through her heart once more.

Her voice was extremely soft, yet it possessed the power to soothe the wrinkles of the soul, causing the tears that Danmo and Fubai had been holding back to burst forth.

Their tall bodies trembled slightly, like two pieces of shattered glass, as they suddenly and gently embraced her.

Incoherent.

She burst into tears.

"Wanwan... twins... twins..."

"I'm sorry...we were useless..."

"sorry……"

They were born for Jiang Xianwan, and they live for their twins.

But in the end... only they were left.

Jiang Xianwan didn't utter a word, her fingertips brushing through their hair, both as a comfort and a blood oath.

Kill this evil creature!

Twins, then you can return!

When she looked up again, she stared at the eighteen figures that stood in front of Lin Qingran like an impregnable wall. Her slender fingers tightened, and her knuckles gleamed with a cold white light.

Her people, within her domain, right before her eyes, were being manipulated and played with by that evil entity.

Jiang Xianwan parted her lips slightly, her low and indifferent voice clearly resounding throughout the realm.

"Leave the Realm Within a Realm".

"I'm going to...fight."