Li Xiao was also taken aback when he saw Qinglan Saint and An Lan.
Then, his expression became excited, and he quickly walked over.
"Qinglan! Anlan! What are you doing here?!"
Li Xiao patted Qinglan Saint's shoulder hard, then patted the steel shoulder of Anlan's battle armor, making a thud.
Li Xiao looked at An Lan's armor with some surprise: "An Lan, what is this thing? I've never seen you have one before?"
An Lan chuckled and said, "This is my masterpiece. It can enhance my strength. I'm different from you. My awakened ability isn't combat-related, so I can only improve my strength through tools."
Li Xiao laughed and said, "Looks like this thing of yours is pretty good. Otherwise, given your personality, you wouldn't easily admit that this is your masterpiece."
"Hehe, it's really good."
Saint Qinglan watched the two exchange words, then he asked, "Li Xiao, are you also resurrected?"
Li Xiao's smile froze, then he slowly put it away.
He nodded and said, "Yes, I was also resurrected."
He looked at Saint Qinglan and smiled, "It must have been many years since we last met, right? How have you been? Have you broken through that barrier and reached the Saint level?"
Saint Qinglan smiled slightly: "I am Saint Qinglan now."
Li Xiao laughed heartily: "Congratulations! You've overcome the hurdle I couldn't overcome back then!"
Li Xiao's expression showed both relief and感慨 (a sense of mixed emotions, including admiration and reflection).
Saint Qinglan paused for a moment, then nodded slightly: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't exist either."
Listening to the conversation between the three, Lu Ning and Nan Yu remained silent.
They could all see that the three of them had a very deep friendship.
An Lan's smile vanished, and she said seriously, "Li Xiao, you're the earliest deceased here, right? When I heard about the deceased from 1921 in the mist, I thought of you and a few other old friends. I never expected it to actually be you."
Li Xiao nodded: "That's right, it's me."
Upon hearing this, the Sage Qinglan asked with some anticipation, "Where are the others? Is Xiaoying here?"
Sensing the expectation of Saint Qinglan, Li Xiao paused for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "It's just me."
An Lan paused for a moment before speaking, "Perhaps it's because back then only Li Xiao and you were at the ninth level? The difference in mental strength between the eighth and ninth levels is huge, and the difference in soul strength is also significant. Over the long years, their souls should have dissipated, while only your soul remains."
Li Xiao pursed his lips, glanced at An Lan, and said, "You old rascal, you still think about so many things. I've also considered this possibility. I asked a few of the earlier deceased, and they were all quite strong, most of them being high-level awakened beings in life."
Did you ask about the location of the death?
Li Xiao chuckled and said, "I asked, and they're all in the Southeast District."
He glanced at the group, his eyes flickering, his expression complex: "...You...are still alive?"
Saint Qinglan and Anlan nodded slightly.
Li Xiao's expression suddenly became complicated.
He sighed softly, "I had this suspicion before, and thinking about it, it makes sense. If you can still feel this way after death while you're alive, it's too wonderful. It doesn't quite fit into our damn world. So, it seems the place where we were resurrected isn't the afterlife, is it?"
He paused for a moment: "Is this a foggy area in the southeastern region?"
An Lan chuckled and said, "You old codger, you're as rational as ever. If only you had handled things this rationally back then."
Li Xiao grinned: "If I had been rational back then, all of you would have died, and I would have been the only one to survive. What would have been the point?"
Seeing that Saint Qinglan was about to speak, Li Xiao waved his hand: "So, my guess was correct?"
An Lan nodded: "Yes, this is Mist Number 233."
Li Xiao sighed: "Just as I thought."
An Lan asked, "After you were resurrected, did you investigate your surroundings? Did you find anything unusual?"
Li Xiao shook his head: "Our operational area is limited to the area from the South Gate to the Central District. We can't go to other base city areas. This area is full of ruins, it must have been the site of a major battle. The enemy..."
Li Xiao paused for a moment before speaking, "Judging from its destructive power, it is at least at the Saint level, and possibly even stronger."
"What about the others?"
"Nothing else was found. Perhaps there are some clues in the other areas of the base city?" Li Xiao paused here.
He said somewhat uncertainly, "In the North District, we can vaguely hear the sound of a river flowing over there."
Hearing this, An Lan and the others were all taken aback.
"The river is flowing? There's still a river in this base city? No, even if there is a river, this base city shouldn't have been in this location originally. How could the river still be here after the relocation?" Gina frowned in confusion.
“We don’t know either. We can’t go over there. We can only hear the sound of rushing water, but we don’t know the specifics.” Li Xiao shook his head.
Qinglan Saint and Anlan and the others were somewhat confused.
Suddenly, Lu Ning seemed to have thought of something and said, "Before we entered the mist, there was a beast tide in Base City 116, which was caused by the anomaly in Mist City 233."
An Lan and the others were taken aback and looked at Lu Ning.
An Lan asked, "You mean this beast tide is related to this river?"
Others were somewhat confused.
They couldn't understand how a river could have anything to do with a tide of beasts.
Lu Ning calmly said, "Outside the 233rd fog, in a destroyed border fortress, I saw someone leave bloody words."
Seeing everyone staring at him, Lu Ning calmly said, "The blood inscription says: We have seen the Yellow Springs..."
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes widened, their expressions somewhat astonished.
An Lan frowned: "Lu Ning, do you mean that the sound of the river that Li Xiao and the others heard was the sound of the Yellow Springs?"
Lu Ning said, "I'm just guessing."
Saint Qinglan and Li Xiao and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.
Lin Xiao said speechlessly, "Lu Ning, isn't the Yellow Springs something from mythology? How could such a thing exist?"
An Lan said, "Not necessarily. Since you dead can be brought back to life, the Yellow Springs might still exist."
Hearing this, Li Xiao frowned: "But the mist hadn't even appeared before this myth was born. And we were reborn in the mist."
An Lan laughed: "Who knows if the Yellow Springs, like you, was also born in the mist? And..."
An Lan paused for a moment: "Perhaps it had already influenced Earth's history and human spirit before the fog even appeared? This is one of the possibilities we researchers have recently speculated about regarding the origin of the fog."
An Lan's words made Li Xiao and the others' expressions even stranger.
After a moment of silence, Saint Qinglan smiled and said, "Whatever it is, we should go and see. Anlan, what do you think?"
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