It was simply to temporarily return to my hometown and see the person I loved one one last time.
This sudden request caused a genuine surprise to cross His long-dormant mind, which then transformed into indescribable joy.
He nodded to himself inwardly: This girl has indeed truly grown up.
Back then, she was a killing god whose eyes were only on blades and blood, and whose whole being was enveloped in overwhelming ferocity.
With a mere wave of the hand, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood; when have I ever felt such tenderness that tugs at my heartstrings?
Now, to be able to slow down for a worldly concern, this transformation from killing to tenderness is truly rare.
With this in mind, the Heavenly Dao said no more, only responding with a calm and even tone, "Alright."
That single word, as light as a feather, quietly carried a hint of tacit approval and dissipated into the void.
Hearing this casual agreement, Qin Qianluo's heart, which had been hanging in mid-air for many days, finally settled down as if the dust had settled, and her tense back suddenly relaxed.
My breathing became much easier, and my eyes inexplicably felt hot.
She pulled her scattered thoughts from the silent and deep void of the imperial mausoleum and slowly turned her gaze back to Su Jinyun.
At that time, Su Jinyun was sitting on a stone bench next to the coffin. Although she still looked a bit haggard, she was more lively than before.
Qin Qianluo's eyes were filled with an intense, unyielding reluctance, as if she wanted to etch the image of the person in front of her into the depths of her soul.
After a long while, she turned away reluctantly, carrying a trace of lingering attachment, and quietly drifted away.
She never intended to appear before Jin Yun. Her return to the imperial mausoleum was simply because she was too worried and wanted to confirm with her own eyes that Jin Yun was well.
Seeing her looking better now, the heavy weight in my heart finally lifted a little.
She silently made a promise in her heart: once this punishment is over, no matter how many mountains and rivers she travels or how many reincarnations she goes through, she will stay with him.
She was determined to find the reincarnated Jin Yun and continue this unfinished love that transcended life and death.
Xin Ziming watched Qin Qianluo's slender figure gradually drift away, shook her head helplessly, but a knowing smile was hidden in her eyes.
He turned and walked away from the imperial mausoleum with light, slow steps, quickly catching up with the others.
Behind Qin Qianluo, who was completely unaware, Xin Zimo twitched her fingertips slightly, and two strands of almost transparent pale golden spiritual energy quietly condensed.
Like a gentle breeze in spring, or a thin mist in the morning, it silently seeped into Su Jinyun and Mu Yunxi's bodies.
The spiritual energy was so gentle that neither of them noticed it. Only Su Jinyun suddenly felt a void in her heart—the familiar gaze that had been lingering beside her and inexplicably reassuring her.
It vanished without a trace in an instant, as if it had never existed.
A sudden panic gripped her, as if she had suddenly lost some invisible support. She instinctively stood up and staggered around, looking around.
His gaze swept eagerly across every corner of the hall, from the cold coffin to the mottled walls and the empty hall doors, but he found nothing.
The hall remained as quiet as ever, with only the candlelight flickering in the breeze, casting her shadow in shifting light.
She frowned, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes, a wave of disappointment and unease washing over her, lingering for a long time.
He could only console himself that perhaps that gaze was just an illusion that arose during his afternoon nap.
Xin Ziming, standing ahead, took in Su Jinyun's reaction. Without stopping, a sly smile appeared on her lips, and a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.
She would never admit that she was secretly watching the spectacle—that was the woman who had just stood beside Qin Qianluo's coffin.
Dressed in black, he exuded a chilling, murderous aura, clearly giving off an unapproachable vibe.
But the look in his eyes when he looked at the coffin revealed too many "unclear" things.
The emotions surging in her eyes were not simply concern, but a mixture of resentment, longing, and a possessiveness that she herself was unaware of, almost obsessive.
It's just like a lonely soul trapped in an obsession. Interesting, really interesting.
As the Heavenly Dao watched the two return as promised, the faint glow surrounding it slowly faded away according to its will.
Ultimately, it merged into the void, leaving only a faint halo of light remaining on the hem of its garment.
The ever-flowing, lifelike cloud patterns on his sleeves gradually receded, the faint light between the patterns dimming little by little, finally condensing into a warm, pale golden stream of light.
The streak of light, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, trailed a faint halo as it silently streaked across the sky, vanishing into the depths of the vast sea of clouds in an instant, leaving no trace whatsoever.
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