Chapter 328 The Final Battle (Part 1) Knocking on the door of the heart, testing one's skills, mending the heavens...
Master Xun was holding a small glass box, about the size of a palm, and was calling out to Lin Feiran, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden clap of thunder outside.
The sound seemed to have been suppressed for a long time before finally exploding, coming on strong and powerful, like thunder, like a buzzing, like a mountain wind howling!
A streak of silver lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the inner room and revealing the horrified expressions on everyone's faces.
Before Lin Feiran and Master Xun could exchange words, she immediately pushed aside the table and wooden stools, making a few scattered noises. The two of them quickly walked out together, looking at the sky with a scrutinizing gaze.
The cloud formation that was originally supported by the golden net now revealed its ferocious nature. Lightning surged and twisted like a python, arching within the entire golden net, causing the net to fall heavily as if it were holding a giant boulder.
The gold thread tightened rapidly, stretched to almost nothing but a faint, barely perceptible glimmer, like a bowstring about to snap, teetering on the verge of breaking!
Lin Feiran looked up and saw a damp wind blowing past her, carrying an unusual chill.
A streak of ink suddenly appeared beside her, and the figure of her grandmaster materialized. He looked at the sky and frowned slightly.
Master Xun was even more shocked upon seeing this: "This... could it be that something happened to Ding Yi?!"
He put down the treasure box in his hand, hurriedly took out a communication token, and after making a hand seal, a familiar female voice came from the other end: "Master?"
Master Xun immediately asked, "Master Yin Hai, I remember you said earlier that you were heading to Luoyang. How is the situation now?"
Mu Chun'e's breathing was uneven, and her words were somewhat strained: "It's nothing. I encountered a disturbance caused by the Secret Sect on the way, which delayed me. When I arrived here, I saw Ding Yi's Qi Sea surging, his altar dilapidated, and the golden threads about to break..."
"Right now, Li Changfeng and I are assisting him, but our cultivation levels are insufficient, and we fear we cannot hold out for long!"
Master Xun's eyes flickered slightly, and a chill ran through him. He knew that from the moment Ding Yi held up the thundercloud until now, it had been barely a day...
Is a single day enough to wear him down to death?
They originally planned to meet the Daoist Master at midnight, find out his intentions, and then rush to Luoyang City to help him. Who would have thought that everything would happen so quickly? Just after midnight, everything began to change drastically again!
"Don't worry, gentlemen, we're coming to your aid!"
Master Xun disregarded everything and turned to lead his men there, but before he could take a single step, he was stopped by his master.
The grandmaster looked at him and shook his head: "It's not enough. You can't stop such thunderclouds. Sending more people will be like throwing a stone into the sea. What we need to do now is to find the way to the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Peak immediately, and then cut off the Dao Lord's path to survival!"
This time, Master Xun did not follow his master's words: "Now only we in the world can give it a try. If even we don't do our best to stop the thundercloud, who will be able to help?"
When the icy rain falls, all that remains are withered bones; no one will survive. What use would killing the Dao Lord then be?
The Grandmaster still did not retreat. He looked at Master Xun and said, "We are not completely dead yet, so why do we need you juniors to stop Lei Yun?"
Master Xun paused, speechless for a moment. His master then took the token from his hand and said, "Chun'e, you can stop before you exert yourself to the utmost. There's no need to risk your life. Just wait a quarter of an hour, only a quarter of an hour!"
A sigh came from the other side of the token: "Yes, Grandmaster."
Mu Chun'e and Zhang Chunhe were disciples of the same generation at Daohe Palace. Before her master passed away and before Daohe Palace split up, she was still an innocent child and had seen her master in person at Daohe Palace.
For her, her grandmaster was not just a title or symbol used by everyone; he was indeed her grandmaster.
The grandmaster then turned to Master Xun: "Have you found a spiritual object capable of absorbing fortune?"
Master Xun was speechless at what had just been said. He paused upon hearing this, but still said nothing. He picked up the glass box that had been turned upside down for a long time.
"I have found this..." He was about to hand it over when he suddenly seemed to wake up, as if he remembered something. "I have something else to tell you. I came here just now for this very reason, but I almost forgot because of the thunderclouds!"
Lin Feiran then withdrew his gaze and turned back in the damp, cold wind: "Master, what is it?"
Master Xun looked at Lin Feiran. Even someone as eloquent as him was speechless at this moment. After a moment of pausing, he finally spoke.
The grandmaster frowned slightly, and Lin Feiran's hands, which had been hanging down, clenched slightly.
Master Xun continued, “Although he did not appear in the dream, he told us everything about his rebirth. Perhaps six or seven out of ten people in the world had the same dream at the same time.”
In less than half an hour, news of his rebirth had spread far and wide among the people, causing a great stir!
He looked at Lin Feiran with a somber expression, then his gaze toward the sky also became serious: "This fellow used the invitation to meet as a smokescreen, making us mistakenly believe that only those who received the letter would meet him tonight. Little did we know, he had entered the dreams of the people at the same time."
No wonder they chose midnight; that's when everyone's fast asleep.
Even though Master Xun was already this old, he still felt indignant when he mentioned this matter, but beyond his indignation, there was also a lingering sadness in his heart.
He turned to look at the people in the courtyard, and then pulled out a few sheets of paper from his waist.
"...As you said before, the dream-writing papers have been given to them so that they could write down their dreams with the Dao Master, but only these few have been returned."
I knew all along that if they knew about my rebirth, their beliefs would be shaken!
The dreamlike expressions on some people's faces suggest that the Daoist Master must have made some promises in his dreams.
This restless desire, which had been suppressed not long ago, has now been stirred up again. If they are unwilling to join forces…
He sighed and handed the paper and the glass box to Lin Feiran.
Master Xun was unwilling to say this, lest he discourage Lin Feiran, but he couldn't help but think to himself: Could it be that they were ultimately outmatched?
He looked at Lin Feiran, only to find that this thoughtful junior was somewhat lost in thought. She did not reach out to take it, but instead looked away, staring at the ground, her fingertips constantly stroking the hilt of the sword, while her gaze darted around in mid-air.
It was as if there was something in front of her, and she was observing it intently.
There was indeed something in front of Lin Feiran, but it wasn't something real and visible. Instead, it was the game of chess she had just played with the Dao Lord in her dream. She couldn't help but start reviewing the game, wanting to know how she could make up for this move.
But even though it was a restarted game, the final moves were very similar to the game she had initially reviewed.
Different beginnings, yet leading to similar ends...
This shows that reaching this point is the best solution in the entire game, and almost the only solution. Only by playing this way can we leave a little bit of room for Black to breathe in the end!
Even if she could do it all over again, she would still end up like this!
“That’s not important…” Lin Feiran suddenly spoke up, “Whatever he did just now is no longer important.”
She walked into the courtyard, looked at the crowd with their various expressions, and then gazed at the sky covered with thunderclouds.
"He's still betting with me; this is the last bet."
Humans experience a thousand kinds of suffering, but they also have ten thousand kinds of emotions. Ultimately, it all boils down to "wanting".
This is something that cannot be avoided or escaped.
Humans are united by desires and born from desires. This life is inseparable from desires. Even if one becomes a saint, there will always be a desire to go somewhere. Otherwise, the ancestors would not have stayed until now.
Otherwise, the Dao Lord would not have reached this point.
He understands this better than anyone else, which is why he had this dream-like conversation tonight.
The third bet, though wagered on the lives of the world, was actually based on the human heart he had witnessed throughout the millennia!
Just as I was thinking about this, suddenly, another deafening roar came from afar, a sound completely different from the thunder!
Everyone immediately looked up and saw that, amidst the lightning and thunder, a long-silent mountain in the east suddenly emitted a faint light. It wasn't dazzling, but in the eternal night, it was like the first rays of the rising sun, enough to catch everyone's eye.
Master Xun stared blankly in that direction, and the people in the courtyard were also awakened by this strange phenomenon. So they flew into the air and looked into the distance.
"That's...that's the Valley of Pilgrimage!"
Someone murmured.
Lin Feiran also looked in that direction, recalling all that he had seen and heard in the Pilgrimage Valley, and suddenly felt enlightened.
Who says she's the only one playing the game? And who says she's the only one who saw the only solution to the entire game?
In this cycle of reincarnation, perhaps unbeknownst to others, the saints have already tried many ways to save the world. Now that she has appeared as a variable, it is what they believe to be the most feasible way out!
What does this commotion mean?
Everyone looked on, their guesses uncertain. But after the loud bang, the Pilgrimage Valley remained unchanged, only the afterglow of the setting sun slowly illuminating the land that had been shrouded in darkness for too long.
Lin Feiran no longer hesitated, nor did she dwell on the overall situation.
Since they were destined to reach this point anyway, both she and the Dao Lord were left with only a life-or-death struggle!
She took the glass box from Master Xun and said firmly, "We must set off for the location of the passage now. We will definitely be blocked by the secret sect disciples along the way. There is no time to spare. The sooner the better!"
Master Xun hurriedly said, "Then what about the luck that opened the passage? It is forbidden to absorb the luck of others without permission. We do not have such a magic tool. Right now, we can only find this glass box. If we want to store the luck, we need their consent!"
Master Xun had witnessed the scene in the room firsthand, and he knew that the two juniors were currently in a state of mental confusion, and had both spoken with the Daoist Master.
They were filled with regret, just like everyone else in the courtyard, and it was unlikely that they could get out of their predicament anytime soon.
Lin Feiran turned around and looked at him, holding the glass box in her hand. Wei Changzai stood not far away, his dark eyes quietly looking at her.
She pursed her lips, then walked over and stood in front of him. The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, and anyone could see how obvious the struggle was in Lin Feiran's eyes.
Her breathing became rough then fine, and her clenched hands tightened then loosened.
Finally, he let out a long breath and relaxed his tense shoulders.
She didn't give a forceful order, nor did she use threats or inducements. She simply said, "The Dao Master told you that if you help him, he will take you back to the past, to before I descended the mountain, right?"
Wei Changzai looked at her, his gaze equally complex and obscure: "Yes."
Lin Feiran closed her eyes slightly, then opened them again: "How you choose is up to you... I can't force you."
Hearing her say that, Wei Changzai's disappointment deepened, and his eyelashes trembled. He had never experienced such a difficult choice before.
The reason it was so difficult was that he knew very well that the Dao Lord had already persuaded him in the dream.
Without hesitation, the scales in his heart tipped toward rebirth; nothing could compare to Lin Feiran. But the other side of this choice meant standing on the opposite side of her.
Lin Feiran is on one side of the scale, and Lin Feiran is on the other side as well.
He had almost no choice.
At that moment, Lin Feiran put the box back into his mustard seed bag, took out another item from it, and stared straight at him.
She raised her hand, a copper coin between her fingers, a method she used whenever he couldn't make a choice.
Wei Changzai glanced at the copper coin, then looked back at her face: "...Okay."
With a clang, a copper coin flicked from her fingertips, but before it fell, Wei Changzai suddenly reached out and caught it. He held the blunt object in his palm, head or tail, his gaze still fixed on her, his voice already somewhat hoarse.
"If you could do it all over again... would I always be your favorite?"
Lin Feiran continued to look at him, but her breathing became unsteady again. She looked away for a moment, took a deep breath, and then returned her gaze to Wei Changzai's face.
“Wei Changzai, if you could really do it all over again, could you really forget everything that has happened now?”
If you could do it all over again, would you still be the same person you were before?
"..." Wei Changzai's lips parted, but in the end he didn't say anything.
He understood what Lin Feiran meant.
She's right. If we could do it all over again, if everything could go back to the way it was, what about him?
No, he simply returned to the past with all his current memories.
He is still himself; he can never go back to being the same Wei Changzai he used to be.
Therefore, he knows jealousy, unease, and even fear.
What if Lin Feiran were to encounter Ru Xian one day? When such flames of jealousy and unease burn within him, could he truly allow Lin Feiran to descend the mountain and become a wandering knight?
He knew from a young age that Lin Feiran wanted to leave the mountain.
But if he were to go back in time, he would definitely try every means to keep her in one place so that they would never have the chance to meet again.
This would only be another kind of pain for her, and while she would suffer, he would suffer a hundred times more.
If he could really go back to the past, would this kind of companionship be what he wanted?
“…No.” He finally answered, his breath trembling slightly.
Lin Feiran understands him better than he does.
She understood the darkness in his heart, his weaknesses, and his flaws. Long before he discovered this ugly side of himself, she had already accepted it and kept it a secret from him.
It was his lack of understanding, his failure to cherish what he had, and his arrogance that led them to this state.
Going back to the past would be great, but what about Lin Feiran now, who is scarred and has finally made it this far?
Is he just going to abandon it here like this?
He couldn't bear to part with it.
She has persevered step by step to this day, from sitting in oblivion, reflecting on the sea, questioning her heart, and now to wandering in the spirit. How can she let him casually say "if we could go back to the past" and erase everything as if it never happened?
This is absolutely shameless.
His eyes were already glistening with tears. He reached out his hand, not looking at whether it was heads or tails, but tossing the coin up again. The lustrous copper light swirled between the two of them, symbolizing the ever-changing choices.
He spoke again, a single tear, its surface frosty, sliding down his cheek. He asked softly, "Before you came down the mountain, was I always your favorite person?"
Lin Feiran's eyes flickered slightly, and her pursed lips parted as she answered quite frankly, "Yes."
With a clang, the copper coin landed on the sword in his hand, rolled twice, and settled down. Whether it was heads or tails, he didn't look at it again.
“I said I would atone to you.”
He had already reached out and hugged Lin Feiran, burying his face in her shoulder as always, his voice trembling slightly.
“Slowly, if you were to go back to the past like this, could all the pain and hurt you suffered be wiped away with just a stroke of the pen? How unfair would that be to you?”
"I will bear your hatred and your pain... I will not run away, I will not run away again."
Hearing this, Lin Feiran was stunned for a moment, until the copper coin rolled onto the bluestone ground and made a crisp sound, before she suddenly came back to her senses.
She raised her hand to separate the two of them and took a half step back: "So, you've made up your mind, haven't you?"
Wei Changzai withdrew his hand and said in a low voice, "Yes."
Lin Feiran took out the glass box again, opened the lid, and the box immediately shone with seven-colored light.
Master Xun said, "As long as you are willing, it is not difficult to take away some luck. You may be unlucky in the future, but there is no need to worry too much. With your magnificent appearance, it probably won't have much of an impact."
He stepped forward and formed a hand seal in front of Lin Feiran. The treasure light in the box then spread out. He then had Wei Chang place his left hand on the box. The moment they touched it, the pale white mist around him became visible. Only then did everyone truly see what was meant by "magnificent".
"That's enough," the grandmaster said at the right moment. "Right now, we still need the other half."
Lin Feiran closed the lid as instructed, then looked at Wei Changzai and asked, "How are you feeling now?"
"It's nothing."
Lin Feiran nodded: "Then you can rest here for a while, I..."
Wei Changzai immediately interrupted, "I'll go with you."
Before Lin Feiran could speak, Ru Xian, who was standing to the side, agreed: "Then let's go together."
Lin Feiran turned his head and looked at Ru Xian with some surprise. Ru Xian said, "We let him come along before, there's no reason to let him rest here at this crucial moment. More people mean more strength."
Master Xun said, “That’s good. You go ahead and collect the Qi and Luck. I will take some people ahead to the passage. If we encounter anyone blocking our way, we can deal with them!”
He turned and walked into the courtyard. Without looking at the disciples of other sects, he took out his ink brush and drew a circle in mid-air. As a result, all the jade brushes of the Imperial Academy disciples rose up.
He proclaimed loudly, "All students of the Imperial Academy who have attained a state of spiritual enlightenment shall follow me to vanquish evil! No leave is permitted this time!"
If you can't control other people's crooked thoughts, can't you control your own disciples?
Ignoring what others might think, he took stock of the elders and disciples in the sect, then led a group of people away by imperial decree.
On the other hand, Lin Feiran naturally wouldn't waste time dwelling on this. She immediately agreed, and then they crossed the corridor together to find Qiu Tong.
Upon arriving at the entrance of their guesthouse, they immediately saw Qingyao standing there. She kept glancing at the sky and then at the entrance, her brows furrowed with worry, her anxiety almost making her hair stand on end.
Upon seeing Lin Feiran and the others arrive, she immediately knew they were there to find Qiu Tong, so she stepped forward to stop them.
“My sister is a bit emotionally unstable right now, so whatever you come to her for is probably not of much use at the moment.”
Lin Feiran stood in front of the door and followed Qingyao's gaze into the room. Qiu Tong was sitting on the corner of the bed, hugging herself, her eyes unfocused, seemingly lost in thought.
It's easy to guess that the Daoist Master used the same old trick and promised her something, but Qiu Tong's heart was clearly not with her. Even if she went in, Lin Feiran had no idea what to say to comfort her.
From her perspective, it seemed that saying anything would only make the situation worse.
After a moment's consideration, Lin Feiran gave Qingyao the map showing the location of the passageway, and then mentioned the passageway.
"If Qiu Tong comes to her senses, she should come here to find us."
Holding the map, Qingyao immediately understood the gravity of the situation: "I'll have her come out right now..."
"No need." Lin Feiran took Qingyao's arm, looked into the room, and her gaze fell on Qiu Tong.
“I don’t know what Qiu Tong would have been like in the past, but if it were her now, I think she would make her own choice. Give her some more time.”
...
Lin Feiran and Ru Xian and others rushed there. This road had already been traversed by Master Xun and his men, but it was still difficult to pass. Not only were there disciples of the Secret Sect blocking the way, but many cultivators also chose to defect because of the matter of rebirth, and their figures could still be seen blocking the road.
Lin Feiran charged ahead alone, his movements unpredictable, his long sword flashing like a shooting star or crescent moon as he swept past the crowd blocking his way.
As she worked, she kept an eye on the people behind her. Needless to say, Ru Xian was also safe, and Wei Changzai was also safe. Accompanying her were Zhang Siwo and a group of cultivators who had decided to come along.
She paused somewhere and glanced sideways: "Senior brother, how are you feeling? If you can't hold on, just tell me."
Ji Changying flicked the longsword in his hand, wiped away the blood droplets, and laughed, "Although I am still recuperating, it is not too difficult for me to fight these people. You take care of yourself."
Although Lin Feiran agreed, she still couldn't let go of her worrying habit along the way. Occasionally, she would intercept Zhang Siwo and the others when they were caught off guard, and her long sword would flash past, instantly knocking them back.
The people who came to stop them were like waves, one after another. For a time, magic arrays and magical artifacts flew together, and flying sand and stones were commonplace. It was so fierce that it was almost impossible to distinguish friend from foe, but they still managed to fight their way forward in such a chaotic battle.
Lin Feiran was the one who cleared the way. She could sense that the closer they got to the passage, the more secret sect disciples there were, and the more profound their cultivation became.
The passageway is located at the junction of the three states. To the left stands the snow-capped mountains of the Central State, and to the right, dense forests cover the land, with a rushing river flowing through it. In between, an endless wilderness stretches out into the night sky.
Just as they were about to reach the summit and head down into the wilderness, the esoteric Buddhist disciples who came to block their way formed an almost impenetrable wall.
Everyone was dressed in cloud-patterned robes, shouting doctrines and attacking with an almost reckless fanaticism. Before Lin Feiran and his group even got close, they saw that Master Xun, Zhou Shushu and others were also blocked in front of them.
Looking at the dense formation, Lin Feiran naturally did not intend to launch a direct attack. She stopped, leaped onto a high branch, and gazed into the distance.
Time is of the essence. Since so many people are deadlocked and there is no way out if we rush forward, we might as well take advantage of this moment and let her set off first to find the entrance to the passage!
Having made up his mind, Lin Feiran said to Ru Xian and the others, "It's easier to act alone, I'll go first!"
Ru Xian looked at her, paused for a moment, and said, "Okay, we'll cover for you."
She immediately set off, and after identifying the location, she went to the right. The others understood her intention and spontaneously provided cover for her.
Lin Feiran walked alone in the crowd without attracting attention. She quickly ran towards the loophole in the magic array she had her eye on. However, before she could even move in, she suddenly saw a magic array flag rushing towards her!
"Lin Feiran, we've been watching you for a while now, thinking you wouldn't get away today! The rest of you, stop her entourage with your lives!"
Under the cover of darkness, someone roared, and then several array flags came flying at her. Lin Feiran dodged them one by one. She saw the array flags fall in their respective positions and about to form a formation!
At this moment, the group unleashed a circular pagoda, its body shimmering with golden light, which illuminated everyone below like a pillar of light!
Wherever the light passed, the magical artifacts rang out. The golden rings on the halo began to hum, and Wei Changzai's Kunwu sword trembled slightly.
Lin Feiran was under the light of the treasure, and she also felt a buzzing sound. In an instant, the glass box containing the fortune was released and flew quickly toward the pagoda!
Surrounded by the imminent collapse of the Spirit-Locking Array, and before her lay the stolen glass box, Lin Feiran had little time to think. In the urgency, she abandoned the attempt to break the array, leaped towards the pagoda, and snatched the glass box back!
With a loud crash, the long arrow pierced through the air, shattering a pair of array flags. Spiritual energy, infused with flames, burst forth from the arrowhead. At such close range, there was almost no way to avoid it. Just before it was about to hit Lin Feiran, a dark shadow suddenly appeared beneath her feet!
The next moment, Lin Feiran disappeared into the shadows.
Where are they?!
The esoteric Buddhist disciple was shocked and turned around to look in the direction of the arrow. He saw a figure running past on the edge of the snow-capped mountain on the left. She was moving very fast and had a quiver of arrows hanging from her waist.
A flash of inspiration for the battle of wits crossed that face.
Bi Qing smiled and sneered, "Take this arrow from your great-auntie!"
She was still running, but in an instant she had drawn her bow and nocked an arrow. Smoke rose from the arrowhead, and the next moment it struck straight at her. The arrowhead split into hundreds of long arrows in mid-air, falling like meteors with a deafening explosion!
This move has an extremely wide range, disregarding both friend and foe, making the already chaotic battle even more chaotic.
Lin Feiran rose from the flowing shadows. She knew who it was and immediately looked up. Sure enough, Xun Feifei was standing among the branches. A silver blade flashed with a flick of her fingertip, its surface gleaming coldly.
"Why are you here!" Lin Feiran was both surprised and delighted.
Xun Feifei jumped down from the tree and said, "It was a letter from the Lord. We rushed here as soon as we received it. You should have called us sooner."
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved slightly and disappeared at a speed that even Lin Feiran could hardly catch. He then reappeared in another place, his fingertips turning with hidden light. His movements were unpredictable, and in a flash, he beheaded the esoteric sect disciple who had discovered the place.
The next moment, he reappeared in front of Lin Feiran: "There are shadows everywhere here. If you're alone, it's the simplest way for me to take you there."
The two had already silently appeared outside the battle. Lin Feiran looked towards the center of the melee and said, "No, I have to go back and retrieve a glass box. It's near the magic array from earlier!"
Xun Feifei was silent for a moment: "Shadow transmission also has limitations. The spiritual energy fluctuations there are strong right now... Let's go first and have Xuanzhen send it over later. He's running even faster than before."
"Can……"
At this moment, a voice like sleet came again: "Don't worry, I just got the glass box back. You go first, Xuanzhen will be here soon."
He paused for a moment, then said, "You're not alone anymore. It's always easier with someone helping you, isn't it?"
"……good."
Lin Feiran felt relieved and focused on traveling with Xun Feifei. Using the shadows on the ground, they circled around the center of the battle and continued forward until they bypassed Xun Fuzi's attack line. They descended from the mountain and turned to the vicinity of the long river. As they went upstream, their figures were still discovered.
"Lin Feiran is there!"
"Riverside, riverside!"
Xun Feifei clicked her tongue: "There's nothing we can do. After all, this is a vast wilderness with no mountains to block the view."
Lin Feiran turned around and saw another familiar streak of lightning rushing towards them from behind the group of people chasing after them.
She looked ahead, drew her Golden Wave Sword, and took to the air on her sword, saying to Xun Feifei, "Xuan Zhen has caught up, let's go!"
The two sped forward, Lin Feiran's eyes constantly scanning the open field. When she finally determined a certain point based on her calculations, she immediately accelerated.
Xun Feifei stood behind her, looking at the spiritual weapons raining down from behind, adjusted her silver mask, and said, "The two of you probably can't get there. You go first, I'll come later. If I don't come later, it means I won't be coming."
"..." Lin Feiran couldn't help but speak while flying on his sword, "Is this the time to tell jokes!"
Xun Feifei leaped up, her movements as light as a swallow: "As long as it's funny."
He raised his hands to form a hand seal, his arms outstretched. Under the already intense darkness of the night, a black shadow like the wings of a crow suddenly appeared. After a cry, the shadow rushed forward like a wave, swallowing up the many magical treasures that were chasing after him!
Everyone gasped, but behind the shadowy figure, a lithe body silently plummeted from mid-air.
In the wilderness, a figure had already fallen from the cliff. As the figure fell, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to catch it.
With a loud thud, a heavy force came from her arm, and Bi Qing couldn't help but groan. Looking at the person who caught her, she couldn't help but say, "You look thin, but you're all flesh!"
Xun Feifei flicked her forehead with his finger; her face was somewhat pale. He turned to look at the sky and said, "If there is a future, I will cook more food for you to nourish you."
Bi Qing pointed forward with her chin: "You and Xuan Zhen said that!"
Behind the crowd, a bolt of lightning caught up from behind like a swift shadow. It was Xuan Zhen. In front of him were many people who controlled weapons and were already moving very fast, but he was even three points faster than those who controlled weapons, just on his two legs!
In just a few moments, he was already ahead of everyone else, running ahead of them.
"Faster, faster!" Xuanzhen muttered to herself as she kept her eyes glued to Lin Feiran's figure.
With a sharp clang, the sound of a broken string appeared in the sky. Looking up, three strands of the golden net had snapped, and the heavy clouds, like soaked cotton, were about to break free from the golden net!
"Xuanzhen, you're amazing! You've been practicing for so long!"
Xuan Zhen dodged the attacks from behind, moving at an almost superhuman speed, faster than everyone else, and even creating a considerable distance between them, heading straight for Lin Feiran!
"The box, the box has been delivered!"
Xuan Zhen leaped up and threw the glass box in her hand, which then landed steadily in Lin Feiran's hand!
Lin Feiran had already found the location. The moment she got the box, she immediately formed hand seals and incantations. At this moment, the sweat on her forehead had condensed down to her chin and dripped into the withered grass below.
She recalled the mark Bi Sheng had made and copied it exactly, her expression focused, not missing a single gesture!
Finally, at the moment the seal was completed, a heavenly gate opened from the night sky. Behind the gate were tightly closed clouds, within which a bright white light shone, visible but not accessible!
At the same time, the golden net blocking the sky completely collapsed.
Lin Feiran stood in the open field, panting heavily, with the Golden Wave Sword stuck beside him, the damp wind blowing on the blade.
She looked up at the sky, and the others stopped what they were doing and looked up as well.
With a soft patter, the first raindrop fell, a patch of ice appeared, and life was once again drained away. In the blink of an eye, most of the wilderness turned gray, and the visible energy flowed back towards the sky!
At the same time, the darkness began to move eastward again, and the gap in the air that Lin Feiran had cleaved open gradually closed. It seemed that this was no longer something that could be stopped by human power.
"Was it still too late..." Master Xun murmured, looking at the sky.
But at that moment, a golden light shone brightly in the Pilgrimage Valley, and the secluded valley suddenly opened up, with several familiar yet unfamiliar figures flying out from it.
Those faces may appear in an ancient book, in the hall of a sect, or in a portrait that people worship. They are dead, yet they are alive at this moment.
Many figures of saints headed east and converged into one place, like several pillars of light intertwining, forming a towering pillar that reached the sky and blocked the eastward-moving sky. The pillar was shrouded in golden light!
Lin Feiran looked in that direction and recalled the four pillars supporting the sky during the Flying Flower Gathering. His eyes welled up with tears. It turned out that everything had been answered all along.
This was their final decision; to remain in this world was only to become pillars, supporting the last glimmer of hope!
Everyone looked up and saw pairs of kind eyes appearing in the sky. They were the eyes of saints, looking down on heaven and earth without any reservations, seeing every tiny person, even every ant darting through the forest.
They shielded themselves with their bodies, blocking every drop of the falling cold rain; with each drop they caught, their figures became paler.
Just then, a divine light as bright as the morning sun flew out from the Valley of Pilgrimage, and with a loud bang, it struck the sky. The Heavenly Gate was shaken open even more, and behind the crack, there was no longer the obscured light of the sky, but a phantom white light.
Suddenly, the divine light reversed, flowing down from above and extending across this vast wilderness, condensing into an extremely long path to the Heavenly Gate!
After this divine light swept past, the Pilgrimage Valley decayed at the speed of a passing wind; flowers and grass withered, the spirit river dried up, all living things within it lost their breath, and everything faded away.
This is the last chance for life in the Valley of the Pilgrims.
In an instant, the Iron Khitan Book flipped through the pages, and several figures who had taught her flew out from it. One after another, azure figures stood beside her, just like when they first met. All their eyes were on that Heavenly Gate, and they pointed towards it!
"The sky has been ripped open, who will mend it!"
"The chaotic world has come to an end; who will step forward to fight?"
"I will exert my last strength to mend the rift in the sky!"
Author's note: There's one more chapter to go, I'll finish it on Thursday!
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