Chapter 483: Snow on the Mountain, Bright Candles in the South

Mingnan's eyes were far-reaching, and his tone was calm and sad, "When Master blew up his inner elixir."

At that moment, she was strongly stimulated, and a sharp pain came from her heart and brain at the same time. The memories that were temporarily sealed seemed to have a gate opened and gushed out. It was at that moment that she remembered everything.

Not only everything she experienced in the mission world, but also the past hidden deep in her mind, were all turned up.

The forgotten events are now recalled with crystal clarity in every detail.

"Mingnan."

A familiar and gentle call came from the void.

She raised her head suddenly, her lips trembling, and her voice hoarse: "Master..."

Rays of light gathered in the air, condensing into familiar and unfamiliar figures.

They are the heroes who died in the battle just now.

The leader was Yuan Ying.

Mingnan stared at them across the distance.

"You're back after all." Yuan Ying let out a long sigh, feeling relieved and helpless, but not surprised. It was obvious that she had expected this.

Mingnan felt a sharp pain in his heart. He shook his head and choked up as soon as he opened his mouth. He burst into tears and said, "I can't leave my master alone."

Even though these things happened in her previous life, she still couldn't face it calmly if it happened again.

"Silly child, although you can live a long life if you cultivate to our realm, as long as you don't ascend, you will die one day, sooner or later. Now it is like this, it can be considered a worthy death, don't be sad."

Yuan Ying's eyes were unusually gentle.

In a trance, Mingnan seemed to have returned to the time when he was picked up by his master and brought back to Chengtian Sect.

At that time he always looked at her like this.

She took a deep breath, held back her tears and forced a smile, "I understand, so I will do what I should do and take the path I should take."

Yuan Ying had anticipated what would happen next, and neither tried to persuade nor objected. She sighed and said, "We will walk this last part of the way with you."

"Go ahead, kid, we're behind you."

The other elders also looked at her with respect.

Mingnan nodded slowly, turned around and wiped away his tears. Looking at the flood waters everywhere, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly jumped into the water.

She dived into the water like a fish and found the damaged formation. The remaining souls of the elders each occupied a corner of the formation, and they used their souls as a sacrifice to activate the formation again.

Then she used her spiritual power as a blade, fiercely slashed her palm, dipped it in blood, and re-outlined the formation pattern to repair the damaged areas.

As the last stroke was added, the array immediately lit up.

Faintly, I could hear ancient Buddhist sounds coming from the sky, echoing in my heart.

Mingnan sat down cross-legged on the spot, and without hesitation, stabbed himself in the chest with his backhand, tearing out his heart.

205 was speechless, [Host!!!]

Mingnan's forehead veins popped out and she bit her lower lip tightly in pain. Soon she tasted blood and her vision went black, but she never let go.

Bright red blood dripped from between his fingers and merged into the formation beneath him.

The Samsara Mirror trembled violently, flew out of her sleeve, and suddenly stopped in front of her.

Mingnan raised his eyes and curled his lips weakly, "Don't hold me back, this is my fate."

Yan Shan clenched his fists, wanting to say something but stopping himself. However, he did not give way.

Knowing is one thing, doing is another.

Mingnan grabbed him with his other hand, lowered his head and gently kissed the mirror without saying anything.

While the Samsara Mirror was stunned, her eyes flashed and she suddenly put her heart into the center of the formation.

Afterwards, she kept forming seals in front of her body, drawing all the blood in her body, and redrawing the formation.

The Chongming bloodline flows through every corner of the formation.

Her vitality also quickly declined.

She could clearly feel her life slipping away bit by bit.

The formation started to operate frantically, with powerful force pouring in from all directions. The elders in other positions felt relieved, yet sad, and looked at Mingnan with red eyes.

"It's done."

Mingnan smiled with relief and slowly fell down.

The others also turned into streams of light in an instant and disappeared into the formation.

At the last moment before his death, Mingnan heard Yuan Ying's ethereal voice ringing in his ears: "Nannan, you will always be the pride of your teacher."

"If we are destined to be together in the next life, we will be master and disciple again."

After saying that, Mingnan felt a breeze blowing across her face, as if someone was gently touching her face.

She slowly closed her eyes, gripped the Samsara Mirror tightly, and a tear quietly fell.

205 sighed, [Too cruel, you are so cruel to yourselves! But luckily you still have me, host, wait, I will pull you back to space, we can escape - huh? Why can't I pull you? This world hasn't ended yet? ]