Home is here, and there is a place to belong.
Deep within the underground ancient book restoration center of the city museum, the air is filled with the unique aura of old papers and the fluctuations of spiritual energy.
Xiao Liuli floated in mid-air, her body shimmering with light, constantly colliding and deducing modern data streams with the knowledge of the cultivation world.
"Found it!" it suddenly exclaimed, its light dimming. "Host! The key... isn't a physical object at all!"
The crowd gathered around.
Xiao Liuli quickly explained: "It is a 'space-time command'! It requires the bloodline resonance of your five closest relatives as a trigger, and is led by your chaotic origin power, to forcibly pry open the rules of space at the gap in the spiritual veins beneath this city!"
Xie Chen pondered: "Bloodline as the guide, chaos as the power, breaking the deadlock through blind spots... wonderful! But also extremely dangerous."
Xiao Liuli's aura rippled, and her tone became serious: "The price will be high. This will drain all the spiritual power we've accumulated recently, and the passage is extremely unstable, so it must be completed instantly. The most troublesome thing is... the spacetime turbulence during the journey may impact the soul, causing specific memories of this world to become blurred, or even partially sealed."
A moment of silence. The cost was more brutal than imagined.
Fang Li had mixed feelings.
This used to be her hometown. In the past few months, Aunt Liu's enthusiasm, the neighbors' smiling faces, the hustle and bustle of the morning market, and that kind of ordinary, trivial yet full of life have given her a unique sense of peace.
Ling'er lowered her head and whispered, "Are we leaving already? Wang Qing said she'd teach me how to skateboard next week..." She was reluctant to part with her new friend.
The four fathers remained silent.
Modern life is novel, but their true roots lie in the world of cultivation.
The sect and the responsibility are both there.
Ji Qianqiu scratched his head, his voice a little muffled: "I'm reluctant to part with Brother Qiang and the brothers who are moving... Drinking from big bowls and eating meat with gusto, it was so enjoyable! But our sect is still here!"
Ye Wuyang held Fang Li's hand, her fingertips slightly cool, but her tone was calm: "Wherever you are, that is my home. But the sect's responsibility must be protected."
Xie Chen slowed down the pace of his fanning: "Our worldly ties are temporarily severed, but our karma must continue. It's time to go back."
Shen Yunzhou nodded, sword in hand, and said succinctly: "We cannot be absent from the battle for our homeland."
Their eyes met; no words were needed. Returning was a mutual choice.
The next few days were spent in quiet farewell.
Fang Li and Ling'er went to visit Aunt Liu. They didn't say goodbye, but only thanked her and said they might have to go on a long trip.
Ling'er took a group photo with her classmates. Ji Qianqiu went to see the foreman, Brother Qiang, and had a hearty drink before saying he was going back to his hometown. Shen Yunzhou declined the martial arts school's high-salary offer to stay. Ye Wuyang silently finished his last shift. Xie Chen went to the securities company to complete the formalities and politely said goodbye.
On the night of the full moon, everyone gathered on the rooftop of their rented apartment. Below them were the dazzling city lights, and above them was the bright, shining moon.
The five people stood still, their breaths connected, and their spiritual energy began to slowly gather, causing a faint hum in the air.
Fang Li took a deep breath, glanced at the people around her, and asked softly, "Are you ready?"
"start!"
The five of them simultaneously activated their cultivation techniques, their bloodline powers resonating, and a chaotic pillar of light erupted from Fang Li's body, shooting straight into the sky! A distorted hole of light was torn open in the night sky, and a powerful suction force emanated from it!
"Hold on tight!" Ye Wuyang shouted. The group held hands tightly, forming a barrier of spiritual energy as they rushed into the cave of light!
The passageway was filled with turbulent spatial currents, tearing everything apart.
Ye Wuyang and Shen Yunzhou led the way, their sword energy and icy power forcibly clearing a path. Ji Qianqiu and Xie Chen protected the flanks, deflecting the impact. Fang Li stood in the center, doing her utmost to maintain the stability of the chaotic power.
Ling'er was tightly protected in the center by them, and Xiao Liuli transformed into a stream of light to surround her and bless her.
To withstand the immense pressure of time and space, fragments of their memories of the modern world, like shattered glass, dissipated and blurred from their souls as specks of light rain.
Those specific place names, faces, technological creations… gradually became blurry. Fang Li looked back one last time; that familiar sea of urban light rapidly receded and shrank from view…
After an unknown amount of time, a glimmer of light appeared ahead!
"Charge out!"
With their last bit of strength, the group broke through the light barrier and crashed heavily to the ground!
A rich spiritual energy rushed towards them, and the familiar sounds of birdsong and wind filled their ears. Yixing Peak, Wangshu Immortal Terrace! They had returned! But with their spiritual energy depleted and the impact of time and space causing their vision to go black, they all fainted.
Almost simultaneously, several powerful auras approached from afar. Qingxuan Zhenren, Yun Zhiruo, Fang Qingyu, and others sensed the intense spatial fluctuations and rushed over anxiously!
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Li opened her eyes and saw the familiar dome of the Wangshu Sendai Palace. Beside her were Ling'er, who was lying down, and Yun Zhiruo, who was guarding her.
"You're awake? Li'er!" Yun Zhiruo, her eyes red, grasped her hand.
One by one, everyone woke up. Master Qingxuan and the others breathed a sigh of relief, left behind some spiritual medicine, and instructed them to rest well before departing.
Memories are like being veiled by a layer of gauze.
Cell phones, cars, skyscrapers... those concrete images become blurred, like a bizarre and fantastical dream.
But some things have left a deep imprint.
Fang Li felt that her temperament had calmed down a lot, and she had become more open-minded about things.
Ye Wuyang remained taciturn, but the coldness in her eyes softened slightly. The first thing she did upon waking was to check Fang Li and Ling'er's pulses. When Shen Yunzhou got up, he subconsciously reached for his pocket, but then shook his head self-deprecatingly after realizing what he had done. Ji Qianqiu complained of being hungry and ran to the kitchen. Unintentionally, she used her wok-flipping skills to stir-fry the spiritual vegetables, which smelled delicious and were cooked to perfection, attracting everyone's attention.
Xie Chen chuckled, fanning himself, "Qianqiu has indeed learned the true essence of the kitchen stove on this trip." Ling'er threw herself into Fang Li's arms, "Mother, we're back! It seems... I had a very long and strange dream."
Little Liuli hopped onto Fang Li's shoulder and proudly transmitted her voice: "Host! Don't worry! Although my memory is a bit blurry, I have a backup in my database! Once you've recovered, you can 'review' it anytime!"
This scene filled Fang Li's heart with warmth. No matter what they went through, as long as they were there, this was the most reassuring place to stay.
Life gradually returned to normal, and Yi Xingfeng regained his former vitality, but then subtle changes occurred.
Ji Qianqiu became obsessed with culinary research and often spent time in the kitchen. In Xie Chen's study, symbols and thought processes resembling modern mathematics occasionally appeared on his calculation drafts. When Shen Yunzhou instructed his disciples in sword practice, he incorporated more precise power generation techniques and muscle training concepts. When Ye Wuyang was in seclusion, his aura became more restrained and profound, bearing traces of emotional management. Fang Li, on the other hand, began to subtly integrate some modern, efficient management thinking into sect affairs, with remarkable results.
One moonlit night, the group gathered once again at Wangshu Terrace. The moonlight, like water, bathed them all.
Looking at the people around her and her daughter, Fang Li said with emotion, "That journey, the details of which I can't remember, was like a dream, but it made me even more certain... that home is where you are."
Ye Wuyang held her hand and gently responded, "Mmm."
Shen Yunzhou looked at the starry sky: "It's a blessing to be on the same path."
Ji Qianqiu laughed heartily: "Hehe, anyway, we're all family, it's the same wherever we are!"
Xie Chen smiled and waved his fan: "Life is but a dream, how much joy can we have? Just cherish the present moment."
Little Liuli nestled in Ling'er's arms, emitting a soft glow. Ling'er leaned against her mother, her smile radiant.
The mountains beneath my feet stand majestically, and the starry sky above is vast. The road ahead may still be filled with wind and rain, but with home here, my heart has found its way back.
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