The voice exploded in Shen Changlin's ears like a thunderclap, and he seemed to be instantly pulled out of that deathly daze, suddenly coming back to his senses.
All the spiritual energy that had begun to dissipate due to damage to the innate Dao body was actually supported by the Xiangjianhuan plant in the dantian, which at this critical moment actually replaced the role of the spiritual root.
Not only did it briefly stabilize Shen Changlin's body, but with the influx of divine soul power, it gradually formed a brand-new spiritual root based on Xiang Jianhuan—instantly, the boy was reborn.
But Shen Changlin had no time to rejoice, because...
The divine soul power that kept surging into his body and entering Xiangjianhuan's dantian was all too familiar to him.
"Master—"
As his gaze passed through the chaotic and brutal storm of spiritual energy, Shen Changlin couldn't help but shout out.
Through the chaotic, howling wind, the boy's mournful cries were filled with anguish!
Not far away, the woman, as aloof and cold as the bright moon, remained as enigmatic as the high-hanging moon, revealing nothing about her or even her emotions. Yet, at this moment, her wrist...
The branches and leaves of the Joyful Encounter Herb had almost completely taken root in her palm, and blood kept gushing out, pooling on the ground and even seeping into the soil.
All the branches and leaves seemed to flow into every meridian in Ruan Qing'an's body. She was like the soil that nurtured Xiang Jian Huan, continuously and selflessly supplying her own strength.
Her century-long cultivation, powerful soul, and accumulated spiritual energy...
Everything was absorbed by the swaying bracelet of Xiangjianhuan on her wrist and transformed into nourishment, but the nourishment was not for Xiangjianhuan.
The spiritual herb on Ruan Qing'an's wrist swayed, and an invisible thread connected her and Shen Changlin. All the nutrients flowed into Shen Changlin's body, and Xiangjianhuan was just a transit point.
"Master, please stop!"
Shen Changlin spoke loudly, and not only that, he also began to try to stop this process, but unfortunately—Xiangjianhuan's binding was to the soul, leaving no room for refusal.
Just then, in the sky, the enormous eye was half-closed, and pale golden heavenly power was about to descend, preparing to forcibly sever this connection—
"Don't make me hate you."
Ruan Qing'an spoke softly, causing both of them to pause for a moment.
Without the intervention of Heaven, the process of Xiang Jianhuan transmitting power was completely unstoppable and irreversible; it was essentially a sacrifice!
Sensing Ruan Qing'an's resolute attitude, Tiandao's voice finally softened: "Xiangjianhuan is a spiritual herb nourished by love. It is omnipotent, yet also the most useless."
"It can connect the souls of two people, and it can also fulfill each other's wishes, just like when Shen Changlin pulled you back from the Wei Rui Secret Realm, it was because it sensed his wish."
"The upper limit of love determines the upper limit of Xiangjianhuan's ability. Without love, it is useless, but it can... bring Shen Changlin back to life and allow him to re-condense his spiritual root."
Tiandao's voice grew lower and hoarse, even carrying a strong sense of self-mockery: "Ruan Qing'an, do you really have to tell me with such a resolute attitude that I lost to him...?"
It wasn't Shen Changlin, it wasn't anyone else, but... Xie Huainan.
Since the beginning of this small world, it's not that no one has been able to use the Joy of Meeting to fulfill their wishes, but only she, Ruan Qing'an, has been able to do so—this is a love that surpasses the entire world.
But Ruan Qing'an remained silent. After a long while, as her figure became increasingly blurry, she looked up at Shen Changlin.
“Chen Changlin”.
"Master..."
"Remember to live well, and... rebuild the Myriad Paths Sect. I love it."
This was an order tantamount to a dying wish, and Shen Changlin didn't even have the courage to agree. He stared intently at Ruan Qing'an's figure, but his vision was blurred by tears.
His Moon Master was such a proud person. She was like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, a lonely and cold peak. She rarely showed much emotion. Shen Changlin didn't even dare to guess whether she cared about him.
But when those layers of ice were peeled away to reveal the naked truth beneath, Shen Changlin discovered that the emotions there were no less than his own, or rather... far inferior to his.
Shen Changlin's voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak, but the invisible thread connecting the two of them subtly conveyed their emotions.
His Moon Master looked at him, and a rare smile appeared on his usually emotionless face. The smile on his lips was too beautiful.
"I haven't had a chance to say it yet, Changlin, but I like you very much too."
"Neither master nor disciple..."
【Affection Level: 100】
Light, airy words, carried by the swaying leaves of Xiangjianhuan, drifted into Chen Changlin's ears—this was a long, long-overdue exchange of heartfelt sentiments.
As the blood-stained setting sun fell, her figure became completely ethereal, as if she had never existed. Only the power surging into Shen Changlin's body proved that she had once been in this world...
Finally, as the lingering spiritual energy storm dissipated, Shen Changlin's figure fell to the ground. The enormous eye in the sky had also disappeared, and the once bustling Wandao Sect was now nothing but ruins.
It was as if, at this moment, only Shen Changlin remained in the entire world. Under the vast sky, the boy's tiny figure knelt amidst the ruins.
His spine, which had always been proud and unyielding, bent deeply as he held the long sword in his arms, feeling the power that belonged to her within him.
It turns out that when sadness reaches its extreme, you can't cry.
"Master..."
"Without you, Changlin will die..."
Without her, how can he live a good life?
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