Lion Protector didn't take Ningxuan Zhenren's words to heart, but when Shen Zhuochuan spoke, Lion Protector quickly shut his mouth in frustration.
The Dragon Clan is amazing, the Cloud Palace is amazing.
Just because of that one sentence, he'll be ostracized and killed when he returns to the demon race.
He can't just tolerate it, can he?
.
Knowing one reason, Song Tingwan glanced at the lion sitting there, looking resentful.
The lion that chased her tiger cub probably wasn't this one, right? I can't tell the original form, so I can't identify it.
But he is the leader of the lion clan, so it's possible that he gave the order.
Silently memorizing the lion, Song Tingwan looked at the Penglai Immortal again.
The old man stared at the two sisters for a long time, then stroked his long beard and shook his head.
Then, looking at Song Siyao, he smiled with a complicated expression.
"That's incredible."
The purpose of this visit has been achieved.
Alright, he then had time to explain to the two sisters: "I once wanted to take your father as my personal disciple, but he refused. I was stubborn at the time and kept begging him to come to Penglai."
"He has such a good temper, explaining over and over again that he inherited the family's high priest position."
"I felt very sorry at the time."
"I still feel regretful now."
"However, I understand it to some extent now; it's just fate."
The immortal from Penglai sighed softly, his eyes, which gleamed with a faint, mysterious golden light, shifting from Song Siyao to meet the gaze of the calm Song Tingwan.
How can one describe the look in Penglai Zhenren's eyes at this moment?
It's more like an abyss than the Milky Way, like a black hole in spacetime containing a vast and endless expanse.
He was looking over there.
Song Tingwan was startled when she realized it.
But it was too late.
She collapsed instantly, her breathing stopping abruptly.
It felt like my brain was being pricked by needles, a dense, suffocating pain.
Song Siyao was also startled and quickly helped the person who suddenly collapsed.
A crowd of people suddenly gathered around.
Shen Zhuochuan glanced at the fallen girl, then strode forward and pulled the Penglai Immortal over.
"It's you! Quick, check on her and see what's wrong."
The immortal from Penglai suddenly withdrew his starry eyes, closed them to recover for a moment, and then, under Shen Zhuochuan's dark gaze, which was suppressing his anger, he reached out and touched Song Tingwan's forehead.
The gentle breath eased the pain, but her consciousness remained immersed in the vast starry river she had just seen, its mystique drawing her in.
"Child, wake up."
Song Tingwan never liked to wrong herself; if she liked something, she would continue doing it.
Her consciousness turned away, continuing to immerse itself in it.
What's inside?
She could neither see nor hear clearly.
There were many voices, men, women, young and old, and it was quite noisy.
But you can feel the joy many people feel because of her, as if they have been reborn.
—You've crossed the line.
The instant Song Tingwan heard the androgynous, icy voice in her mind, thunder rumbled in the sky, crackling twice as if warning her something.
Unaware of what was happening, Song Tingwan resisted pushing away the annoying voice, trying to open her eyes wide as if she wanted to see what was going on.
But amidst that joy, a large part of it suddenly turned into resentment towards her.
—Dead…the god of slaughter ravaged the city…
—…Goddess, save…
—…Dan…
The intermittent sound made people especially want to hear it clearly.
Why, why do I feel both resentment and gratitude towards her?
Why is that?
Just then, a very familiar voice rang in her mind.
"My dear girl, wake up. Your father and sister are waiting for you."
It looks so familiar.
What a gentle voice.
Who was it... Father?
Suddenly, the person Song Siyao was holding tightly woke up in a cold sweat.
When she opened her eyes, she found her younger sister half-squatting on the ground, hugging her, and holding a constantly flashing communication talisman in her hand.
"How is it? Has Awan woken up?"
It was Father's voice.
Song Tingwan lowered her head and breathed heavily, trying to shake off the dangerous and mysterious scene that had just occurred to her.
A sudden clap of thunder echoed across the sky.
Caught off guard, Song Tingwan was startled and her whole body trembled.
Her face paled.
She knew that Heaven was warning her.
Peeking into the future.
But what kind of future is this?
A new future? The future of this lifetime?
Why did I have a vague certainty in my heart that Si Yao was the god of death mentioned in those fragmented words?
God of Slaughter?
"Ah Yao—"
The woman, her expression broken, gripped Song Siyao's hand tightly, hesitant to speak, her gaze so complex it seemed almost obsessive.
"Awan, calm down and concentrate."
"Just treat it as an illusion, don't worry about it."
Song Chaoxuan's voice came through the communication talisman, as if he knew exactly what had happened to her.
She did as she was told.
Meditate in place.
After a while, when she opened her eyes again, her father's communication talisman had already been disconnected.
Only Song Siyao and the immortal from Penglai remained in the council hall.
"I'm sorry, little girl, I didn't expect you to be affected by the Reincarnation Mirror."
The ultimate skill of Penglai: the Mirror of Reincarnation.
Past and future.
All of them appeared before my eyes.
"Logically speaking, ordinary people cannot peek into the Cycle of Reincarnation; only those deeply entangled with the past and future..."
Song Tingwan already understood the meaning behind what the immortal from Penglai had left unsaid.
He was also aware of her special nature.
Just like his father.
Only Song Siyao couldn't understand their cryptic remarks.
She kept her lips tightly pressed together, not interrupting their conversation, silently wiping the cold sweat from Song Tingwan's forehead, and then helping her to her feet.
Song Tingwan calmed down and swallowed a pill to relieve her weakness.
"What I just saw..."
"Boom—"
The thunder roared so loudly that heaven and earth changed color.
Song Tingwan smiled and said, "It's alright, senior."
She exchanged a glance with the immortal from Penglai, then her gaze fell on Song Siyao beside her, who had a cold expression but was carefully pouring her hot tea.
The reason for everything, no matter how many times it happens again.
They all wanted her sister to suffer.
Even Heaven was helpless.
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