HLnovel Chapter 408 Willing to Take This Gamble
Chapter 408 Willing to Take This Gamble
"All things in the world are interconnected, yet they also repel each other."
"The soul of Wan Gong Fang is like a thread, but it also needs a needle that has a deep connection with all things in the world."
Xue Lan's voice was like a babbling brook, her words were cryptic, but Xue Tong understood them in an instant.
"The profound connection with all things—you're not some inanimate being who gets tainted by cause and effect wherever you go, are you?"
Xue Lan nodded: "That's right, that's it!"
Xue Tong was somewhat speechless: "Why do I hear a hint of pride in your words?"
"I originally thought it was a burden, but I didn't expect it to be somewhat useful now." Xue Lan circulated her spiritual energy throughout her body and then took out a bottle of pills from her sleeve.
Then, without even looking, he poured out a handful and threw it directly into his mouth.
Xue Tong stared at her, dumbfounded: "This is a pill, not candy..."
"Even candy shouldn't be eaten like this!"
Xue Lan struggled to swallow all the pills, her expression one of helplessness:
"There's no other way, time is tight and the task is heavy. I can take good care of myself after I become the head of the Wan Gong Workshop."
Xue Tong clearly did not believe what Xue Lan said.
Since Xue Lan began her efforts to save the Yuanming Realm, she has not had time to properly recuperate.
"Before we mend the sky, we should go and visit the human world."
Xue Lan suddenly spoke, leaving the girl looking at her somewhat bewildered:
"Go to the human world?"
As Xue Lan felt the gentle medicinal power of the pill dissipate within her body, a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
"Not only in the human world, but also in the desolate battlefield, above the East Sea, in the immortal caves, and in the holy lands of the demon race."
"Only when as many people as possible have a causal relationship with me will the chances of successfully mending the sky be greater."
Xue Tong understood what Xue Lan meant.
The immortals of the Yuanming realm call this "traveling through the mortal world and seeking out immortal connections."
It is a slow and long path of spiritual practice, one that carries the passage of time.
The girl nodded to Xue Lan: "Then I'll go with you."
On her journey to save herself in the Yuanming Realm, Xue Tong, being an outsider, may not be able to do anything that will have a significant impact on the final outcome.
But as Xue Lan said before, she was not without meaning.
Regardless of what outcome Xue Lan and her companions, and regardless of what the beings in the Yuanming Realm ultimately achieved because of their persistence.
Rebirth or utter annihilation?
She will truthfully record the perseverance of these people and the dedication of everyone in the Yuanming Realm.
Xue Lan took out the Su Jun Sword from her sleeve. The rust on the sword had already been removed by Xue Lan.
The silver-white longsword gleamed with spiritual light. Xue Lan slowly raised it, then shouted:
"Xue Lan, the eldest disciple of Ling Yuanzi of the Xuanhuang Sect, requests an audience with Senior Nie Jing!"
The woman's voice was strong and clear, passing through the ever-changing landscape of the Myriad Crafts Workshop and accurately reaching the ears of the many memorial tablets in the main training ground.
Hundreds of eyes turned to Nie Jing's memorial tablet. As the wooden tablet moved, it was as if countless gazes were focused on Nie Jing's memorial tablet.
Nie Jing's memorial tablet shook twice, and a faint spiritual light appeared on it. Then, a hoarse voice slowly rang out:
"Gentlemen, this may be an opportunity!"
A semi-transparent old man emerged from Nie Jing's memorial tablet, and turned to look at the several tablets that were taller than his own.
Unlike the other memorial tablets, those few tablets did not move; they stood quietly on the high platform, utterly silent.
They were spotless, but their spirit had long since vanished.
In the nearly ten thousand years since the founding of Wan Gong Fang, the souls of countless weapon refiners have vanished into the river of time.
Some couldn't bear the loneliness of ten thousand years, while others did it to resist the invasion of evil spirits.
But regardless of the type, the disappearance is a complete and utter disappearance.
Not entering the cycle of reincarnation, not entering the world.
The entire main training ground was silent, with only the faint, indistinct sound of burning candles around it.
Wan Gong Fang simply doesn't have the time.
After a long silence...
As the first memorial tablet fell, a spirited female voice rang out behind Nie Jing. It belonged to a young woman with a high ponytail.
The woman was wearing exquisite and detailed armor, with a majestic tiger head on her shoulder.
"I'm willing to wait ten thousand years, but I'm willing to take this gamble!"
Led by the young woman, more and more memorial tablets fell over, and solid or semi-transparent figures emerged from them, their steps slow and firm.
Behind him came the continuous sound of wooden signs falling to the ground. When all the sounds had faded away, Nie Jing slowly turned his head.
Countless souls stood behind him.
There are 453 undying souls in the Wan Gong Fang, without exception.
They are all willing to gamble this final battle for the future of the Yuanming Realm!
After Xue Lan shouted those words, she led Xue Tong forward for a long time, from afternoon until evening. The small blue flowers that had been blooming all around had long since withered.
The spring fields have turned a withered yellow, and the autumn wind is bleak.
Xue Tong looked at the massive mountain peak in the distance and couldn't help but speak:
"We've been here before."
"Hidden Sword Mountain!" Xue Lan responded softly to the girl.
It was the place where she pulled Su Jun off and took her away back then.
After many years of wandering, I've finally returned here.
Xue Lan closed her eyes slightly, seemingly recalling what had happened before.
As the evening glow filled the sky, a magnificent cloud appeared above Xue Lan's head, its beautiful rose-red color dazzling Xue Tong's eyes.
The girl looked up at the sky and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:
"so beautiful."
Xue Lan smiled gently when she heard the girl's voice.
The woman pointed to a spot not far ahead:
"Xiaotong, the person we've been waiting for has arrived."
Xue Tong looked in the direction the woman was pointing.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the densely packed shadows stretched out long, looking like a very lush forest extending to the feet of the two people.
A colossal tree rises from the ground, reaching for the sky.
The elderly man at the head of the group bowed slowly to Xue Lan:
"Nie Jing, I've met the owner!"
……
As Nie Jing bent down, everyone behind him bent down as well:
"I've met the boss!"
Seeing the situation before her, Xue Tong quickly returned the greeting. The young woman bowed slightly, and she heard the sound of someone flicking their sleeve behind her.
Xue Lan bowed deeply:
"Xue Lan, I will not fail this trust!"
"May Heaven and Earth punish me if I break this oath!"
Xue Lan believed more than anyone else that in any crazy plan, the oath of the leader was indispensable.
Xue Tong looked at the scene before her.
The rosy clouds hang low over the Hidden Sword Mountain.
The woman in black signed contracts with the many souls before her, agreeing to dedicate the rest of their lives to a mad plan to save the Yuanming Realm.
It was like a massive sacrifice, with no way out but the goal of achieving the desired outcome!
This is the determination of the people of the Yuanming border region.
The girl gently wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye.
"It will turn out well," Xue Tong thought.
She only accepts good results!