The responsibility on his shoulders was lightened, the time he needed to delay was shorter, and the hope of Panxiaodie waking up was increasing.
"Let's get started. I will protect you." Yun Che said to Yin Jing and Mo Yi. He brought Pan Buwang with him and slowly left the giant bubble space.
The man's receding figure was like a brand, deeply engraved in the hearts and souls of the two supreme magic weapon spirits.
“Yin Jing, do you think he can really save the master?” Mo Yi asked in a daze. Her eyes followed the direction where Yun Che went away. Her heart couldn’t help but beat rapidly, as if she was tightly attracted by Yun Che’s deep and charming eyes, trapped in them, unable to extricate herself.
"I don't know, but he does have a unique charm, a charm that makes me feel at ease." There was a hint of emotion in Yin Jing's tone. He rarely felt so convinced by a man.
…
Yun Che and Pan Buwang returned to the Pure Land. At this moment, the only thing they could do was to wait quietly.
"Hmm? Senior Brother Yun, what exactly happened just now? Countless images seemed to flash through my mind, but no matter how hard I tried to recall, I couldn't remember what I had experienced. I just felt that everything was indescribable weird." Pan Buwang finally woke up after being unconscious for half an hour. He only felt dizzy, as if he had not yet fully woken up from this dream.
From stepping into that mysterious giant bubble to witnessing the "cradle" shatter like a dream, this experience seemed like a hazy dream to him. And the image of Yun Che doing his utmost to save Pan Xiaodie flashed through his mind like fragments of light and shadow.
"Buwang, return to the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom immediately! You no longer need to worry about anything here, and it is absolutely not your place to interfere. When you return, remember this: do not come out without my knowledge!" Yun Che's expression was solemn, his tone carrying unquestionable seriousness as he addressed Pan Buwang. Just before, at the moment the "cradle" shattered, he had keenly sensed the piercing presence of Mo Su's divine sense, sweeping across everyone present like an icy current.
If Pan Buwang continued to stay here, he would most likely die. This was a scene that Yun Che absolutely did not want to see.
“…” Pan Buwang had not yet woken up from his dreamlike state, and Yun Che’s words left him completely confused.
But one thing particularly impressed him: the overlapping of Mist Emperor's figure and Yun Che's. At that moment, the look he gave Yun Che had changed. Pan Buwang was absolutely certain that the Yun Che before him was his master—Mist Emperor.
“Master, you broke the ‘cradle’, and Emperor Yuan will definitely not let you go. Otherwise, you should escape with me.” Pan Buwang’s mind turned back, and his first thought was to let Yun Che escape with him.
“…” Yun Che never expected that at this critical moment of life and death, Pan Buwang was still unwilling to abandon him and was determined to take him away with him.
This made Yun Che feel a long-lost warmth in his heart. The former Huo Poyun, the former Cang Shitian, the former Yan Yi, Yan Er, Yan San, the former Tian Guhu... all of them had brought him such a touching feeling.
“You will die.” Yun Che didn’t care about Pan Buwang’s change of address for him. He just coldly said that this was the most likely outcome, but also the one he least wanted to see.
"Master, if you die, will I be able to escape unscathed?" Pan Buwang's face lit up with a brilliant smile. "You saved my life, and everything I have now is a gift from you. How could I abandon you when you are in danger?!"
"I've thought this through long ago. Ever since I buried the core of the Qiankun Formation, I've been prepared for this outcome. In my bedroom, I left Wuqing my final farewell words. Initially, I was inevitably a little frightened, my heart and soul trembling. But when I followed you into the spatial passage, I felt much more at peace. Once we've truly taken this step, we must bravely move forward, and any consequences no longer matter."
"I no longer have any regrets in my life. Looking back, it was you who gave me the strength to reclaim my throne as the Son of the Owl Butterfly God, ruthlessly defeating the insolent Pan Buzhuo and sweeping away the darkness of the past. It was also you who, like a beacon, illuminated my path forward, causing the Father God to once again cast his caring gaze upon me, bringing a long-lost warmth back to my heart. It was also you who brought Wuqing back to my side, filling the long-vacant corner of my heart."
"Master, your kindness to me is like a surging river, endless and unending. You have lent me a helping hand countless times when I was in dire straits, granting me so many precious changes. I only hope that Master will not drive me away. I long to repay your kindness, which is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, with everything I have." Pan Buwang's gaze was firm, his words sincere, each word flowing from the heart, without a trace of falsehood. He was determined, unwavering in his resolve, and would put this sincerity into action.
Everyone has their own beliefs, and Pan Buwang's faith is in the Mist Emperor. He is willing to follow the Mist Emperor his entire life, eager to become the hero who saves the entire abyss, the hero who saves the people of the Owl Butterfly Kingdom, and the hero who will forever be in the heart of the God Wuqing.
In Pan Buwang's mind, all things in the world are prioritized. But for him, the most important thing is to remain by the Mist Emperor's side, always by his side. He wholeheartedly hopes that even if his own strength is insignificant, he will strive to radiate his own light and warmth, like a faint yet steadfast candle, to illuminate the Mist Emperor's path and relieve his worries and difficulties, allowing this loyalty and devotion to become the most brilliant chapter in his life.
"Buwang..." Yun Che's lips parted, whispering Pan Buwang's name softly, his voice filled with endless emotion and moving emotion. At that moment, his heartstrings were deeply plucked by Pan Buwang's sincerity. Just as Pan Buwang had said, if this gamble of life and death ultimately failed, what awaited them would be a hopeless situation of total annihilation. In that moment, who could remain aloof and unharmed? Thinking of this, Yun Che's resolve gradually weakened, and he no longer pressed Pan Buwang to leave.
"Yun!!! Che!!!"
A voice that seemed to carry a bone-chilling chill suddenly rang out beside Yun Che's ears. Despite the vast distance between them, the boundless anger contained in that voice was as tangible as a substance, clearly palpable. Anyone could imagine that the person who uttered this voice must have been furious to the extreme, wishing to devour Yun Che alive.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
