Ai Cao stood beside Qing Yun.
Qingyun had been trapped for a long time.
She slowly leaned over the table, poured herself a cup of tea, drank it, then spat it out, frowning and saying it was bitter.
Occasionally, she would regain consciousness and use the same method as in her previous lives to inscribe the blood beads, stuffing these memories into her body and soul.
She also gave Ai Cao a blood droplet and thoughtfully included instructions on how to use it.
Qingyun said, "I'm leaving."
Ai Cao nodded. She opened her arms and gently hugged Qingyun. In her arms, Qingyun gradually shrank, becoming a small, snow-white fox with nine tails.
As many times before, the little fox nestled in the mugwort's arms, then peacefully closed its eyes and fell asleep.
But this time, it stopped breathing.
Strange phenomena suddenly appeared in the heavens and earth.
The snow-white clouds gathered towards the mountaintop. Nestled in the embrace of the mugwort, the little fox, whose body was gradually growing cold, suddenly sneezed.
The points of light behind it converged—forming a tenth tail.
The little fox opened her eyes and left the embrace of the mugwort. She turned around, transformed into Qingyun, and said with a smile, "I'm really leaving now."
She said, "Thank you, Artemisia. I'm very happy."
Ai Cao shook her head and said, "No need to thank me. I was also very happy during the days when we killed people together."
Qingyun smiled mischievously. She glanced at the sky and said, "What I gave you wasn't enough." Her speech suddenly quickened, "I'll give you another tuft of my fox fur—"
She plucked a tuft of downy hair from her tail and stuffed it, along with a large pile of engraving stones, into Artemisia's hand.
"See you later," Qingyun said with a smile. "Keep the fox fur, and give these stones to Yang Lingyao—I can't see her cry now, but you can tell me about it later when you have the chance."
The mugwort has already been accepted.
Qingyun took a deep breath.
The clouds above her head became even more vibrant.
The foxes of Qingqiu are born with one tail. Nine lifetimes, nine tails, enduring all kinds of suffering; ten lifetimes, perfect fulfillment, ascending to immortality.
It's hard to describe the scene before me with words.
All she knew was that Qingyun flew upwards, and upwards again—until her breath completely disappeared.
The system said, "The task is complete."
Ai Cao nodded. This time, she didn't rush to leave. Instead, she gave the things to Yang Lingyao as Qingyun had instructed, and then told her that she was leaving and said goodbye.
Yang Lingyao cried her eyes out, clinging to her tightly—but with Zhao Wenwen's help, she managed to leave the mugwort and walk independently.
Ai Cao also made a trip to the Demon Continent to say goodbye to Hu Shan and the rest of her old acquaintances.
She has nothing or no one to hold her back.
She is about to embark on another journey.
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