GBP Chapter 594 Return to Ruins
Chapter 594 Return to Ruins
The next second, he forced as much spiritual energy as possible back into his nascent soul from his dantian. The excessive amount of spiritual energy caused pain to immediately appear on the little man's face.
He was actually going to—self-destruct his nascent soul!
The black energy in the sea of consciousness sensed a deadly threat and became restless, trying with all its might to control Fu Wennian's movements. The black energy spread like a spider web, densely packed, attempting to cover the entire sea of consciousness.
Time ticked by, and the excruciating pain that tore at Fu Wennian's body felt like a slow, agonizing death.
In the instant his consciousness was about to fade away, he suddenly saw light coming, and someone cried out his name in a heart-wrenching voice, as if they were overwhelmed with grief.
He looked up blankly, and in the shadows where light and darkness intertwined, someone suddenly threw themselves into his arms, hugging his waist tightly. Icy tears fell onto his neck, as if trying to rip his entire heart out.
He couldn't help but shed tears.
Reluctant.
He really couldn't bear to part with her.
However, his nascent soul had already cracked, and the process of self-destruction was irreversible. There was truly no future for him and her.
Now, he can't even call her name.
He could only call out her nickname again and again in his heart—Qingqing, Qingqing, Qingqing…
His beloved.
"I won't let you die. We promised to be together through life and death. If you want to break your promise, I'm telling you, no way!" Luo Qing'an choked up as she looked up, her hands trembling as she cupped his face, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips forcefully.
Scalding hot and icy cold, mingling with the most fiery blood, merged together into the deepest, most profound soul.
Fu Wennian lowered his head, his eyelashes trembling violently, and crystal tears rolled down, landing on his and her hair. He wanted to say something, but no matter how hard he tried, his dry throat could not utter a sound.
Luo Qing'an looked at him, tears welling in her eyes, and gently nodded, then shook her head.
She forcefully tore a crudely embroidered sachet from her waist and held it up in front of Fu Wennian.
This was from a storybook she read as a child. It said that if two people who truly love each other want to stay together, they should exchange tokens. She secretly stole a fine inkstone from her father's study, forcefully stuffed it into his arms, and then insisted that he embroider a sachet for her to hold fragrant herbs. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he went to find an embroiderer that very night to learn how to embroider. His hands were covered in needle marks, but he still solemnly hung the sachet on her sachet.
Later, because of the inkstone incident, his uncle mistakenly accused him of stealing from a neighbor and severely punished him. When she found out, she cried so hard she almost fainted, but he smiled gently and comforted her despite his own injuries.
The bright moon shines, the incense smoke curls, and only his gentle words and soft touch are the warmest and purest jade in her hands.
For years afterward, she always carried this embroidered pouch, but instead of putting herbs inside, she placed it at the entrance to a forbidden secret realm.
This was an opportunity she obtained by chance while traveling. It was originally a secret space that could be used to escape in the most dangerous situation, but now it has become her only way to keep her lover.
This entrance leads to a secret realm where time stands still, and the same day repeats itself endlessly. Staying there for too long will break even the most determined person.
Without birth or death, without end or limit.
But now she had no choice. She didn't know what had suddenly taken control of him, forcing him to self-destruct his nascent soul. She wanted to take him there and stay with him for a long, long time until she found a way to restore him.
"Don't be afraid, I will be with you no matter when or where." After saying that, she immediately opened the embroidered pouch.
Just then, she heard her junior sister's desperate shouts behind her.
The barrier of the outer realm has begun to break uncontrollably, and under the dim light of day, everything is shrouded in a strange black mist.
Silence, sorrow, despair, madness, peace, and resolve.
Luo Qing'an turned around, her tearful eyes carrying a hint of farewell smile.
"Junior Sister, you must take good care of yourself, and there's still Zhenfeng..."
As soon as she finished speaking, a blinding light burst forth from the embroidered pouch, instantly enveloping her and Fu Wennian's bodies.
"No, no, Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Sister!" Jiang Liqian cried, rushing forward suddenly. But the light and shadow transformed into butterflies, and she missed her target. Nothing was there anymore.
She frantically searched her surroundings for the two figures, and screamed, "Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Sister, where are you?"
"I beg you, please come out, okay? I promise I'll never cause you any more trouble. I'll be good and be your most obedient junior sister..."
"Come out, don't go, don't leave me..."
Jiang Liqian collapsed to her knees, utterly exhausted. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and everything seemed to spin and become distorted and chaotic, instantly pulling her back to the moment she had lost her mother forever.
Why does she always seem to lose important people?
Why is it that no matter how hard she tries, she still can't grasp anything?
She looked up at the gloomy sky, feeling how high it was, how blinding the lightning surging within it was, and how the booming thunder was like the echoes of the heavens, striking her boundless heart again and again, leaving her feeling desolate and cold.
On this day, Qimingzhai unleashed forty-five bolts of heavenly lightning, each one cold and merciless, seemingly intent on flattening the entire mountain. According to the disciples who later arrived at Qiming Mountain, the lightning struck for ten days and ten nights, leaving behind scorched earth and spiritual rain that covered thousands of miles. The desolate land was overgrown with all sorts of spiritual flowers and herbs, instantly covering the entire mountain. He had never seen such a breathtaking scene before.
If it weren't for the protective barrier erected by the patriarch at Qiming Mountain, the Tianqian Sect would probably never have had this place again.
"It's strange, I was meditating and cultivating at that time, and somehow I fell asleep. I only found out about this when I woke up and was ordered to go to Qiming Mountain."
"You fell asleep too? Me too, me too! How strange, the elder clearly told me to guard the sect's monument carefully, but I suddenly lost consciousness. When I woke up, I saw thunder rolling in the sky over Qiming Mountain, which made my legs tremble."
"But the ending is good. Haven't you heard? Junior Sister Jiang from Zhenfeng successfully transcended her tribulation and is now a powerful expert in the Returning Void Realm! Zhenfeng is indeed full of talented people. There are few disciples, but each one is capable!"
"yes……"
He rushed back to the sect and, upon hearing the disciples' conversation, the unsettling worries in his heart finally came to an end. Xu You'an lowered his eyes and, supporting his weak body, walked down the mountain.
A faint magical array appeared beneath his feet, and soon he arrived at a secluded spot at the foot of the mountain, where he saw the person he had been searching for all along.
"Are you here to pay your respects, or to watch a show?" A hint of sarcasm flashed across Xu You'an's lips as he leaned against the old tree behind him.
"They're not dead, are they?" The voice was soft, and the emotion in it was impossible to discern.