Chapter 153: Missing a word, spanning five hundred years, until...
When Xie Wuyang regained consciousness, his nostrils were filled with a strong smell of herbs.
He seemed to be in a vast ocean, his body wrapped in the water, rising and falling with the current.
Xie Wuyang struggled to open his eyes, but all he saw was pitch black, so dark that he couldn't even see his hand in front of him.
This easily reminded him of the moment when he lost his vision when he was near death. Fear overwhelmed him, and Xie Wuyang sat up suddenly.
The sound of water splashing from head to toe, at the same time, a sound of footsteps came from the darkness.
With a "creak", the sky suddenly became bright.
Several people dressed in the uniforms of demon maids pushed the door open and entered, kneeling down in front of Xie Wuyang to pay their respects.
"My Lord."
Xie Wuyang pointed at the maid, then at himself, and opened his mouth in disbelief, "What did you call me?"
The maid in the middle looked up. Although she was puzzled, she still replied respectfully, "This servant calls you Master. Master, do you find anything wrong?"
Xie Wuyang's hands tightened at his sides, and he quickly asked, "What time is it now? Who is the head of Cangqiong Mountain now?"
"My Lord has just woken up, but what's wrong?" the maid asked with concern. "It is the thirty-sixth year of the Qiguang era, and Cang Qiong is headed by Master Yan Xing Zhuyan."
"Yan Xingzhu... Sect Master Yan..." Xie Wuyang repeated in a low voice, then raised his hand that was immersed in the water, covered his eyes, and laughed out loud with his head tilted back.
Five hundred years, five hundred years...
What is real and what is illusion?
Cangqiong Mountain, Yunwan Boat, day and night together, facing each other day and night...
Could it be that he wanted to tell him that everything was just a joke played by God and that it was just a pitiful dream of his?
What about Yun Wanzhou? Where is Yun Wanzhou now?
Xie Wuyang was laughing when he suddenly felt a soreness in his nose and eyes. He raised his hand casually to wave away a few people, "You guys should leave first. I want to be alone for a while."
"Yes." The maid nodded and signaled with her eyes to another maid, who placed the clothes beside Xie Wuyang. "This is the new clothes prepared for the master. Now that the master is awake, there is no need to take a medicinal bath."
A medicinal bath? Why did he want to take a medicinal bath?
Xie Wuyang opened his mouth, his thoughts in a mess. Before he could ask, he heard the maid ask, "Immortal Yun still doesn't know that the master has woken up. Is it possible to let him know?"
"Who are you talking about?" The firelight flickered, Xie Wuyang's black eyes lit up, and he suddenly sat up from the bed.
…
The road to the Demon Palace is winding and has many forks, which is very confusing.
A young maid was walking on the road, glancing sideways from time to time at the person beside her.
The man was extremely handsome, with eyes and brows that were as cold and clear as snow, like a snow lotus on a high mountain, which made people admire him.
But when she thought of this man's name, the maid had to suppress her thoughts and concentrate on leading the way.
When they were about to reach the palace, the man stopped and was silent for a moment. "You can leave. I can go in by myself."
"Immortal Venerable, this..."
"Why not?" Yun Wanzhou frowned.
The maid was puzzled for a moment and hesitated.
Although Yun Wanzhou had helped many in the Demon Realm and had saved the Demon Realm Lord, he still bore the title of Immortal Sect's Immortal Lord. During the Great Cultivation War, he was indispensable in providing behind-the-scenes advice.
Such a person might be a good friend, but now that we've penetrated the depths of the demonic realm, if he becomes disloyal...
Thinking of the methods used by the demon world to deal with spies, the maid broke out in a cold sweat. She spoke carefully, "It's nothing. It's just that the demon world is mostly mountainous and plateaus, and the roads are rugged. The palace looks close, but it's actually still a long way off. Why not let this servant lead the way so that the Immortal Master can avoid taking detours."
Yun Wanzhou turned his phoenix eyes and looked the maid up and down.
Just when the maid's legs were weak and her breathing was difficult, she nodded mercifully and said, "Okay."
In the Demon Palace, the candles were not lit and the furnishings were dim. Even the maids who often served in the Demon Palace had to work hard to identify the direction. However, Yun Wanzhou seemed to be familiar with the route and could easily avoid all obstacles without even looking specifically.
He originally thought that the maid was going to take him to Xie Wuyang's bedroom for medicinal bath as usual, but unexpectedly, after leaving the back door of the Demon Palace, she went in the completely opposite direction.
"Why don't you go to Chongyin Palace?" Yun Wanzhou's eyes darkened slightly.
"This servant is following orders, please forgive me, Immortal Lord."
"On orders? On whose orders?" Yun Wanzhou keenly caught the loophole in her words.
Since Xie Wuyang's death, the Demon Realm has been leaderless, and many of its elders have been detained by the Immortal Sect and imprisoned in the secret prison of the Lianwu Sect.
It took him a lot of effort to convince the few loyal servants of the demon clan Shao Yan that he had no ill intentions.
For several months, he had been trying every possible way to ensure Xie's immortality, and had come here every day, hoping that one day this man would wake up.
Normally, the visitors from the demon clan would take him directly to the Demon Lord's bedroom, so why is it so abnormal today?
In a flash, Yun Wanzhou's brows furrowed and his face darkened. "But what happened to him?"
The maid raised her hand and pointed ahead, "Go and take a look, Immortal Lord, and you'll know."
Yun Wanzhou looked up and saw a golden corridor at the end of the road, which was ostentatious and luxurious, attracting everyone's attention.
He had been to the demon world many times, but there was only one place he had never set foot in.
That was the beginning of all the troubles - the burial of the Holy Tomb.
He told himself that he was respecting the dead, but he also knew that—
This is just him running away.
What are you running away from?
Yun Wanzhou asked himself in his heart.
The eyes as deep as a black pool suddenly rippled. Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyelids to hide the strange emotions and walked forward.
The closer he got to the cemetery, the more turbulent his heart became. The longing and regret that had lingered for countless days and nights suddenly came crashing down on him, transforming into a tsunami that grew closer and closer with his footsteps until it drowned him.
In the cemetery, peach blossoms were falling, and Yun Wanzhou suddenly stopped.
As far as the eye can see, the inscriptionless monument has been carved with words at some point in time. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful. A plate of delicate and small peach blossom pastries is placed in front of the tomb, and the peach blossoms floating in the plate just serve as an embellishment.
Yun Wanzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he looked around the tomb quickly, as if hoping to find something, but also as if afraid that something would appear.
Only when he found nothing did he lift his numb legs, walk to the tomb and squat down.
This was the first time he had set foot in this place after several months.
But he did not see the lonely figure squatting in front of the tomb, and no one asked him: Are you here to persuade me to turn back again?
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and placed it on the stele, gently stroking the words on it. His fingertips trembled every time he moved down a little, until the last word on the stele was revealed.
The tomb of my late mother, Shen Qingyan.
There was no time when the stele was engraved, nor was there the signature of the engraver. Just a simple line of words made Yun Wanzhou's breathing stop, and his heart seemed to be beating wildly as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
There was powder left by the engraving under the fingertips.
These are newly carved words.
It’s not someone else, it’s…
"Yun Wanzhou." A low voice called out from behind.
Yun Wanzhou's body froze, and he continued to touch the tombstone for a long time before turning around.
When their eyes met, the eyes of the person who rarely showed emotions suddenly became red.
The wind blew through the hall, blowing up their clothes, and peach petals fluttered in the air, landing on their hair and shoulders.
Xie Wuyang was wearing an indigo robe with dark patterns on the hem that swayed in the wind. His peach-like eyes were like crushed petals, revealing bright red juice, as if he was drunk or dazed.
No one said much, but the moment they looked at each other, they understood what the other had not said.
Even if there are still many questions in my heart, they cannot withstand the surging longing like the tide.
They were drowned by the tide.
Xie Wuyang stepped forward, his heart beating steadily and violently.
Each time, it clearly tells six words:
He missed Yun Wanzhou.
The thought is unforgettable and deep in my bones.
The moment Yun Wanzhou stood up, Xie Wuyang hugged him in his arms. The fragrance of grass and trees blended with the herbal scent on his body, which stirred Xie Wuyang's heart for a moment.
Xie Wuyang's arms around Yun Wanzhou couldn't help but tighten, his cheek buried in Yun Wanzhou's neck, he took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Long time no see."
After an unknown amount of time, Yun Wanzhou softly said "hmm" and responded, "Long time no see."
A sentence spanning five hundred years finally came to light today.
Yun Wanzhou felt a lump in his throat and raised his hands to hug Xie Wuyang back, burying his face in Xie Wuyang's neck.
The cubs, who had been separated for a long time and finally returned to their nest, licked each other's wounds, silently expressing their longing and pain over the past few days.
The longing was finally soothed, and the warmth of each other's bodies was felt. The two of them realized belatedly that they were feeling awkward, but neither of them was willing to let go.
Until the voice of the servant came from outside the Holy Burial Tomb, "My Lord, I have something to report."
Yun Wanzhou came to his senses, quickly broke free from Xie Wuyang's arms, and rubbed his red and hot ears.
"What's the matter?" Xie Wuyang showed dissatisfaction on his face, and silently approached Yun Wanzhou's hand with his fingertips raised. They were about to hold hands, but unexpectedly the other party shook his forearm and easily dodged it.
The worst thing happened to the attendant who reported the incident. He was unknowingly bumped into Xie Wuyang's gun.
"My Lord, the Soul-Separating Sect is leading many immortal sects outside the city, demanding that we hand over Immortal Yun and..." The attendant paused, then carefully added, "and your body..."
After he finished speaking, Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou looked at each other and walked out of the Holy Burial Tomb at the same time.
Xie Wuyang had just been resurrected, and no one knew about it except Yun Wanzhou and several maids and attendants who served him on a daily basis in the Demon Realm.
The Immortal Sect also took this seriously, thinking that the Demon Realm was leaderless, and wanted to find a reason to capture the remaining demons in one fell swoop.
As for Yun Wanzhou, they didn't dare to offend him. After thinking it over, they could only find the excuse that "Yun Wanzhou was trapped in the demon clan."
If Yun Wanzhou doesn't want to be an enemy of the Immortal Sect, he can stay out of it and make his own decision.
No one expected that the Demon Lord Xie Wuyang, who was feared by all the immortal families, had been resurrected.
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