Chang Le:
I smile at you in the burning dawn light.
Holding roses in his hands,
Behind them lies a complex and intertwined history.
...
March of the year 401 of the Cataclysmic Era.
The spring breeze arrived as scheduled, sweeping across the familiar mountains and seas and the revitalized cities, finally swirling down from the summit of Qianyuan Mountain in the north of the Middle Kingdom, carving a passage that lingered for a few seconds.
Since Lu Yanhuai's passing, Chang Le, who had been traveling for four months, returned covered in dust. He came from a mysterious and unknown world and immediately entered the [Dragon Tomb Secret Realm] in the mountains upon landing. Although the commotion lasted only a few seconds, it still alerted everyone in the Dragon Sect.
Just as Luo Xuan was about to head over, he heard Chang Le's telepathic message:
"I need Ghost Blade's help."
Ghost Blade from the Golden Palace immediately went to the Dragon Tomb with Luo Xuan.
After entering the Kyushu Shrine, they saw Chang Le in the middle of the yellow sandy land.
She reached out towards the starry sky, gently pinched a line of stars with her two fingers, kneaded it into a trickle, and channeled it to the yellow sand at her feet. A lump of yellow mud floated in mid-air, its shape as soft as rubber.
The Milky Way, like water, enveloped the yellow mud, then slowly sank into the yellow sand.
Behind Chang Le, a black crack as tall as a person appeared, from which vines with golden threads and tentacles wrapped in black mist surged out, piercing the ground and sprouting like saplings. The dark purple tentacles gathered into a tree trunk, and the dark green vines coiled and twisted, fixing themselves into the branches of a tree.
Immediately afterwards, near the tree roots formed by the tentacles, countless specks of yellow mud rose up, emitting a warm yellow halo. These specks gathered on the branches, forming clusters of earthy yellow flowers.
Now, only the bottommost ring of branches has yellow mud flowers, a total of seven.
Luo Xuan and Huan Bo were marveling at the magical sight before them when they suddenly saw Chang Le cut off the several companion plants that had pierced the ground.
"Lele!" Luo Xuan's heart clenched, and he rushed over.
Chang Le's face paled slightly, and she turned her head and shook her head lightly: "It's nothing."
She took a step back, and the strange tree in front of her swayed gently before returning to calm.
Chang Le reached out and picked up a yellow mud flower, then turned to Gui Dao and said, "Can you mold it into my likeness? Just make it look like me."
Ghost Blade reached out and took it, feeling the vibrant life force pulsating within the yellow mud.
He was skilled and in just a few minutes, he sculpted a girl with big, lively eyes. Anyone familiar with Chang Le would recognize her at a glance.
Chang Le took the little figure and activated [Inhale and Spit], drawing a portion of energy from his source and injecting it into the figure. The little figure actually came to life, just like the clay figures created by Nuwa in mythology, only it wasn't as agile and looked rather dull.
Chang Le placed the little figure under the tree. The little figure plopped down and closed its eyes as if it had fallen asleep. The large tree behind it, woven from tentacles and vines, trembled, and the vines gently wrapped around the little figure, then quieted down as well.
On the branches after the yellow mud was removed, a faint yellowish-brown sheen appeared.
Chang Le made a "shh" gesture and led the two away.
Once they were out of the Dragon Tomb, Chang Le smiled at the two of them, his tense shoulders relaxing: "I found the yellow clay that creates flesh and blood."
Luo Xuan's breathing quickened: "Doesn't that mean there's hope of creating a body?"
Chang Le smiled through her tears: "As long as there is even a wisp of soul left, one can be resurrected."
Ghost Blade didn't understand the feeling of tears, but he knew it wasn't sadness, so he transformed into a ball of black ghost fire and rested on her shoulder, gently brushing against her cheek.
Luo Xuan patted her shoulder tenderly: "Then let's go home first."
"Lele!" Someone else rushed over.
The person at the very front was dressed in a black tracksuit, the hood of which was blown off by the wind, revealing neat short silver hair and cool, aloof features.
Chang Le opened her arms wide: "Sister Xiao Ye!"
Ye Buqi pulled her into his arms: "You've worried me to death!"
Chang Le tiptoed and leaned on her shoulder. Seeing Wang Yao, Huan Bo, Bai Xie, and the others who had followed behind her, she smiled and relaxed: "I want to sleep for a while."
Ye Buqi caught her body: "Sleep well, Lele."
Chang Le fell asleep in her arms almost the next second.
When she woke up again, she was already lying in her own bed in the Golden Palace, and found that her long-lost friend, Hua Zhixue, was beside her. Looking up, she saw Ghost Blade, hidden in the darkness, and Huan Bo, who had shrunk in size, nestled on her pillow.
The two noticed her waking up, and she gestured for them not to wake Hua Zhixue, and they went out together.
It was night, and the corridor was quiet. After telling the two to go and rest, Chang Le rubbed her chest and went to sit in the living room on this floor. Passing by the study, she found Ye Buqi still busy inside.
"Did you sleep well?" Ye Buqi beckoned, "Come in and sit down."
Chang Le went in, closed the door, sat down next to her, and wrapped his arms around hers.
"Still as clingy as Baymax," Ye Buqi teased with a light smile.
Chang Le didn't argue, but instead hugged her even tighter.
Her chest pressed against Ye Buqi's arm, causing her to suddenly frown. She pushed Chang Le away by the shoulder, grabbed her wrist with her other hand, and sent a wisp of supernatural energy into her, causing her expression to change slightly: "Your heart meridian injury has relapsed?"
Chang Le was seriously injured when she fell from the building, but after merging with Fu Guang's reverse scale and having the [Dragon Pearl] guarding her heart, she has not had any problems since. Not to mention that with Chang Le's current cultivation level, her body has almost transcended the realm of mortals.
However, under these circumstances, Ye Buqi actually sensed Chang Le's weakening heart.
Her face turned cold: "Lele, where's the Dragon Ball in your heart?"
The only possible explanation for the decline is that the Dragon Balls were brought out.
Chang Le looked up at her and said, "Sister, I have found the yellow clay used to create humans. I can revive him. But the revival requires at least one wisp of his soul as a foundation."
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