Chapter 1284 Finale 4
Luo Li pursed her lips. She had always thought that Nian An was an innocent orphan in troubled times, but she never imagined that the foundation of the entire world was hidden in that tiny body.
"Why am I the only one who remembers this?" she asked her last question.
"Because you are the one who broke through the darkness." The voice softened. "There is light in your soul, in tune with the origin of the law. Even if I wanted to erase it, I couldn't."
"Oh right!" Luo Li suddenly asked, "My friends, is there any possibility of resurrection?"
The Law of Heaven was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, "Luo Li, you are truly adorable. Haven't you noticed that your power is now even stronger than the Origin of Heaven's Law?"
Luo Li's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard this, "What do you mean?"
No one responded, the white mist began to fade, and the surrounding light and shadow gradually condensed into the outline of the City of Gods.
"Luo Li, thank you." The voice called out one last time before fading away. "Goodbye."
Luo Li suddenly opened her eyes and found herself still standing at the city gate. The sunlight fell on her shoulders, warm like a dream.
Bei Mingyu and Song Wanbai were still looking at her, their eyes filled with concern: "Ali, what happened to you just now? You suddenly froze."
Luo Li looked at them, then at the children playing in the distance, and then at the direction of the City Lord's Mansion. Di Xuanming should still be repairing books in the library at this moment.
She suddenly smiled, and the confusion in her eyes disappeared, leaving only clear clarity.
"Nothing." She shook her head, her tone light, "I just suddenly figured out something."
She turned and walked back, her steps brisk.
Perhaps it is really as the Heavenly Dao says, some existences do not need to be obsessed with form.
Di Xuanming heard footsteps in the library. He looked up and saw Luo Li pushing the door open, holding a food box in her hand. There was a lightness in her eyes that he had not seen in a long time.
"Why are you so happy today?" He put down the jade slip in his hand and stood up to greet him.
Luo Li tiptoed and placed a kiss on his lips, as if she had caught a ray of sunshine: "Because I feel that it's great to be alive."
The aroma of spiritual porridge wafted out of the food box, mixed with the scent of ink from classics, lingering in the light and shadow of the afternoon.
Outside the window, the newly planted sycamore tree sprouted tender buds and swayed gently in the wind.
Luo Li stood by the window, her eyes passing over the cracks in the city wall under repair and falling on the distant sky.
The words of the Heavenly Law stirred ripples in her heart, "Your power is stronger than the origin of Heavenly Law."
Yes, she once carried the despair of the entire world alone, struggled forward in a hundred years of loneliness, and finally tore apart the laws and drove away the darkness.
Why can't this strength, forged by countless sacrifices and perseverance, be used to redeem regrets?
An idea became clear in her mind, as firm as a rock.
She did not alarm anyone immediately. In the next few days, Luo Li's figure frequently appeared in the depths of the library, flipping through the ancient books on the origin of the soul and the reshaping of life that Di Xuanming had sorted out.
Her fingertips stroked the yellowed or burnt pages, her eyes focused and bright.
Di Xuanming occasionally looked up at her, and saw that she was sometimes frowning in thought, and sometimes lightly sketching something in the void, with a soft glow lingering around her.
He did not interrupt, but quietly sorted out more related jade slips and fragments and placed them within her reach.
Seven days later, on a night with exceptionally bright stars.
Luo Li came to the highest observatory in the City of Gods alone.
This was once one of the areas where the fighting was most intense. The remaining energy turbulence has long since subsided, leaving only an empty platform and the cool night breeze.
She sat down cross-legged and closed her eyes.
Her consciousness sank into nothingness, and her mental power was no longer limited to perception, but turned into an invisible giant hand, gently and firmly exploring the underlying laws of the world.
She "saw" it.
She saw Lan Xiaoxiao standing in front of her at the last moment, saw countless young faces falling in the demonic frenzy, their roars, their fear, their reluctance...
These marks forcibly stripped away by the war are like broken stars, scattered in the cracks of time and space, covered with dust and gradually dimming.
Luo Li took a deep breath, and suddenly a light golden light emerged from the depths of her soul. This light was not destructive, but the most original power of creation and vitality.
"Come back..." she whispered in her heart, her voice seeming to travel through eternity, "Souls belonging to this sky and this land... Your sacrifice should not be the end."
She stretched out her finger, not in reality, but at the level of law, and gently touched those dim marks.
First of all, there is the most familiar, playful and stubborn spirit, Lan Xiaoxiao.
Buzz!
The starlight around the observatory suddenly became several times brighter, as if attracted and gathered by an invisible force.
Countless tiny points of light, like fireflies on a summer night, came from all directions and from the depths of the void, circling and gathering in front of Luo Li.
The light grew brighter and brighter, gradually outlining a vague human figure.
Song Wanbai was inexplicably uneasy tonight. He habitually stroked the wooden sign with "Xiaoxiao" engraved on it in his arms and walked to the window.
His eyes involuntarily turned towards the highest observatory, where a dazzling starlight, the most gentle and moving that he had ever seen, was shining.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, he broke into a run, his heart pounding like a drum.
He rushed up the steps of the observatory and stopped suddenly at the last step.
In the center of the starlight, a figure is turning from virtual to real.
With long hair like a waterfall and familiar eyebrows and eyes, and a hint of confusion of just waking up, he was staring blankly at his own slightly glowing fingertips.
"Xiao... Xiaoxiao?" Song Wanbai's voice was shaking so much that he could hardly believe his eyes.
The figure looked up at the sound, blinked his dark eyes, and after seeing who was coming, the corners of his mouth raised up habitually. The smile was extremely vivid, with the confusion of surviving a disaster, but it was extremely real.
"Wanbai?" She tilted her head, her voice as clear as ever. "I... I feel like I slept for a long time. Wow, why is it so bright here?"
She looked at the starlight gathered around her curiously, then looked down at herself, "Huh? Am I okay?"
Song Wanbai's whole body was stiff. The huge ecstasy and disbelief hit him, making him unable to move.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The scalding liquid instantly blurred his vision.
Seeing him standing there stupidly, Lan Xiaoxiao wrinkled her nose out of habit and stepped out of the starlight.
With her characteristic brisk movements, she waved her hand in front of his eyes: "Hey! Wan Bai? Are you stupid? Don't you recognize me?"
That familiar tone with a hint of complaint, that living warmth.
Song Wanbai took a deep breath, as if a drowning person finally surfaced.
He could no longer restrain himself, and rushed forward, using all his strength to hug the person he had lost and found tightly in his arms. The force was so great that he almost crushed her into his bones and blood.
The wooden sign pressed against their chests through their clothes, and warm tears flowed out, soaking the clothes on Lan Xiaoxiao's shoulders.
He finally choked out a sob, his voice hoarse and broken, "Lan Xiaoxiao!"
Lan Xiaoxiao was strangled by him and could hardly breathe, but she could clearly feel his body trembling violently and his hot tears.
She was stunned for a moment, as if she had finally woken up from a long sleep, and the memories and emotions belonging to Lan Xiaoxiao came back like a tide.
She no longer had any doubts, and hugged Song Wanbai tightly with her backhand, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She hummed in a muffled voice with a heavy nasal tone: "I'm sorry, I made you worry..."
Her voice also choked.
The starlight still flows gently around the two of them, witnessing their reunion.
Luo Li did not stop. Her face turned slightly pale and beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead. Guiding such a huge amount of original power, even she felt a huge consumption.
Her spiritual power once again penetrated into the ocean of laws, and this time, she accurately captured the warm and tough mark that was like the bright moonlight.
Mu Wanqing, her mother.
The starlight from the observatory seemed to sense the warm imprint, and its brilliance gradually faded, turning into a soft silver glow, very much like the plain moon-glowing gauze that Mu Wanqing often wore during her lifetime.
The golden light condensed at Luo Li's fingertips trembled slightly, and she was more cautious than when she called back Lan Xiaoxiao. It was a bond engraved in her blood.
"Mother..." She called softly in her heart, her voice so soft as if she was afraid of disturbing a fragile dream.
The silver light suddenly condensed, softer than starlight and warmer than moonlight.
The outline gradually became clear, the plain skirt fell gently, there was no complicated decoration in the hair, only a simple jade hairpin, just as Luo Li remembered.
She slowly opened her eyes, confused at first, and then filled with a layer of warm water light.
When she saw Luo Li, who was pale but smiling at her not far away, her lips trembled slightly, as if there were thousands of words stuck in her throat.
"Xiao Li..."
This soft cry instantly broke Luo Li's forced composure. Unable to hold back any longer, she ran towards the figure.
Mu Wanqing opened her arms and hugged her daughter tightly.
His fingertips stroked the top of Luo Li's head and touched her hair. Tears finally slid down and dripped onto the center of Luo Li's hair.
"My little Li, you've grown up." Her voice was choked with sobs, yet filled with indescribable relief. "It seems like Mommy has slept for too long, leaving you all alone..."
"Mom!" Luo Li buried her head in the crook of her neck, tears streaming down her face.
She was never born strong, but at this moment, in her mother's warm embrace, that layer of hard armor quietly melted.
Di Xuanming had been standing at the entrance of the observatory without knowing when. He did not go forward to disturb them, but just looked at the mother and daughter hugging each other quietly, with complex emotions surging in his eyes.
There was heartache for Luo Li, relief at the reunion, and even an imperceptible hint of tenderness for her finally getting what she wanted.
He moved his fingertips slightly, and a wisp of pure soul power floated silently towards Luo Li, quietly replenishing her depleted essence.
Mu Wanqing followed her gaze and saw the man, a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes.
Di Xuanming walked forward and stood beside Luo Li. When his eyes fell on Mu Wanqing, he said with the respect of a younger generation for an elder: "Aunt."
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