HLnovel Chapter 499 I will always look forward to this reunion
Chapter 499 I will always look forward to this reunion
"When did you decide to assign tasks to Wan Gong Fang?"
Most of the disciples of the Xuanhuang Sect were at the main venue of the Ascension Conference, while the peaks behind them were unusually quiet.
As Xue Tong followed Xue Lan through the dim, gray mountain scenery, she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
Since Xue Lan started working on breaking through the barrier, her usually lazy and leisurely younger sister has also been assigned many tasks. She is no longer as inseparable from Xue Lan as before.
As time went by and they were separated for a long time, Xue Lan stopped telling her some things.
Lord Wolf is a bit of a blabbermouth in some ways, and you can only ask him about his blabbermouth issues.
"I came up with this idea while you were looking at the books in the Myriad Crafts Workshop during the time you were in the Heavenly Forging Hammer Secret Realm," Xue Lan said softly.
“While you were away, I devised a foolproof plan to save the world.”
She spoke in a relaxed and casual tone, as if she were talking about a trivial matter, but it made Xue Tong's heart skip a beat.
The girl quickly took a few steps and blocked Xue Lan's path:
"I request to know all the details of the plan."
Xue Lan stopped and said with a hint of helplessness:
"Okay, let's agree on three rules first."
"Is the plan dangerous?" Xue Tong sensed a hint of something in the woman's expression and spoke coldly.
Lord Wolf, carrying the Wan Gong Box, nodded, his expression one of nonchalant arrogance.
Xue Tong looked into Xue Lan's grayish-white eyes:
The more open and honest you are, the more anxious I become.
The girl walked slowly ahead of Xue Lan:
"Let's forget about setting rules, I just want to ask you one question..."
Are you planning to die?
Xue Lan suddenly smiled:
"Spot on."
The woman's footsteps were very light, but when they came from behind, they sounded like a wild beast on the hunt.
Accompanying her light footsteps was a slight chill.
"The version I gave to the masters of Wan Gong Fang was that I would use the myriad causes and effects within myself as materials and my own soul as fuel to forge the Yuanming Realm."
"They disappeared from the world."
Xue Tong gasped.
The girl blinked:
"What about your own version? Did you leave yourself a way out?"
Xue Lan squinted and slowly nodded:
"My own version does indeed have a way out..."
The cold wind swirls withered leaves, and thin snow reflects the cold sun.
Xue Tong felt that her voice was excessively hoarse:
What if no one remembers you?
There's nothing wrong with forging the realm into a vessel or melting down the Heavenly Dao to become a vessel spirit.
Xue Tong trusts Xue Lan.
But after severing all causal connections, will the beings of the Yuanming Realm still remember Xue Lan?
The girl's face was full of worry, and her slender fingers unconsciously twisted her belt.
Xue Lan raised her hand and touched her head:
"If one year isn't enough, then two years; if two years isn't enough, then ten years."
"You'll remember someday."
Xue Tong's eyes welled up with tears. Looking at Xue Lan's warm smile, the girl spoke:
"Xue Lan, you once said that human memory is attached to cause and effect."
"You used cause and effect to rebuild the Yuanming Realm, who will remember you?"
Who else can you remember?
The girl's voice was already trembling with sobs, and her fingers tightened the sash around her clothes.
"I know……"
Xue Lan nodded gently:
“I know that memories in people’s minds will slowly fade away. Even when sung from generation to generation, they are not completely passed down. How much more so when they have been completely forgotten.”
"But I'm not reconciled, Xue Tong."
"I am unwilling to be a hero who saves the Yuanming Realm and then turns to ashes."
"Unwilling to become a story passed down through generations, a memorial tablet enjoying incense offerings in a temple."
"The memories of all beings in the Yuanming Realm can be erased, but the mountains and rivers will always remember me..."
"My name and identity may be forgotten, but what I have done will not."
The woman's voice was powerful and resonant, like a hammer striking Xue Tong's heart.
The distant mountains remain unchanged, and the Xuanhuang Grotto is filled with peace and tranquility.
The woman smiled radiantly, her voice gentle yet solemn:
“Going back through the river of time, no matter how many thousands or tens of thousands of years have passed, I will always look forward to this reunion.”
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Weary birds return to their old forests, and fish in ponds return to their familiar pools.
The flow of time inside the secret realm is different from that outside. When Xue Lan and the other entered the Wan Gong Fang, the sky was filled with stars.
In the workshop of the Wan Gong Fang, a thousand inextinguishable candles burned, casting long shadows of many memorial tablets that looked like pillars reaching to the sky.
The masters were gathered around a blueprint, arguing incessantly.
Having finally escaped the battle, Jiang Jingchun stretched and happened to see Xue Lan and the other person entering the main training ground.
The dashing woman waved to Xue Lan:
"The workshop master is here. The blueprints for the smelting furnace you requested have been revised eleven times. When will the materials arrive?"
Xue Lan's smiling face froze.
She seems to have forgotten about it.
"This, the Vermilion Bird Spirit Iron, I know, I know."
"I'll pick it up when I have time."
After saying this, the woman looked at Jiang Jingchun with a grin:
"Senior Jiang, I have a hypothesis here."
"I want to assign a category to the masters in the Wan Gong Workshop..."
The sounds of arguing around them were incessant, and Xue Tong covered her ears in frustration.
Not far away, the masters were already arguing fiercely, their faces flushed red.
This made Xue Lan, who was squeezed in the very middle, look particularly small and weak.
"Xue Lan is still too naive. Is this something that can be discussed?" The girl sighed and looked at the inner demon sitting next to her, watching the show.
The woman in white noticed Xue Tong's gaze and her tone was full of schadenfreude:
"The masters in the Wan Gong Fang are all proud and arrogant, believing that they can form their own school."
"She's really shot herself in the foot."
Looking at Xue Lan, who was engulfed by souls, Xue Tong, unusually, agreed with the inner demon's words and nodded gently:
"Bless yourself!"
Caught in the vortex of the argument, Xue Lan trembled with fear, feeling that she had never experienced such chaos in either of her two lives.
The woman spoke in a cold voice:
"I am the chief lord of the wolf clan and the head of the Wan Gong Workshop. Can't you show some respect?!"
The arguing continued, but no one paid her any attention.
Having watched a good show, Xue Tong waved to Xue Lan from afar:
"Why don't we go out first, and I'll think of something for you?"
With a headache and a lot of worries, the workshop master nodded with tears in his eyes, then fled the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop with lightning speed and returned to the Xuanhuang Sect.
The Xuanhuang Sect enjoyed a peaceful and tranquil life.
Xue Lan rubbed her ears; her head still seemed to be buzzing.
Xue Tong stood beside her and said with a smile:
"How did you come up with the idea of letting them discuss it themselves?"
Xue Lan shook her head:
“I took your advice and realized that I shouldn’t be an autocratic ruler. I should give my subordinates the right to express their opinions.”
A row of black lines appeared above Xue Tong's head:
"You seem very obedient, but also a bit inflexible."
Xue Lan began to argue:
"It's not that I'm inflexible, it's just that I know too little about them!"
Xue Tong let out a long "Oh":
"You're pretty stubborn!"