HLnovel Chapter 402 What does it mean for the host to break free of the binding?
Chapter 402 What does it mean for the host to break free of the binding?
Xue Lan roughly guessed what the spirits in the Wan Gong Fang wanted to do.
From the first day Xue Tong met her, she knew that Yuanming Realm, under the attack of the demon race, had long been dilapidated, like a thatched hut that leaks rain year after year.
It was so damaged that it could not be repaired.
In Wuci Town, Xue Lan first learned porcelain making from Lu Zhaoyue, and then learned porcelain mending from Xing Lingchong.
Porcelain clay is transformed into porcelain under the test of fire and then used.
Then, in some accident, it shattered into a pile of fragments.
Finally, it was inlaid with gold by the porcelain mender, regaining its complete appearance.
However, Xing Lingchong had told her that not all porcelain is suitable for mending.
If the broken porcelain shards are too small, any hole hit in them, any gentle tap, will cause them to shatter into even smaller pieces.
Such persistent attempts to mend porcelain are not repairing, but destroying it.
Instead of repeatedly repairing it, it would be better to give up on mending porcelain altogether and instead create a completely identical new porcelain vase.
Yuanmingjie is just like that, a badly broken porcelain bottle.
A porcelain vase that is no longer suitable for repair.
But it was another porcelain vase that had to be repaired.
Because within this porcelain bottle reside countless beings from the Yuanming Realm; their love and hate, memories and experiences are all contained within this porcelain bottle.
I can't let go, but I can't fix it.
Then treat it as a soft fabric, with the soul as the thread.
The sutures were completed stitch by stitch.
Such things had already been done by others in the Wan Gong Fang.
Xue Lan raised the Su Jun sword in her hand and said loudly:
"The senior Nie who forged this sword to nourish the soul of his beloved!"
"She has always... wanted to see you."
The moment Nie Jing broke free from the numerous memorial tablets pressing down on him and saw the light of day again, he heard Xue Lan's words.
The aged voice trembled within the memorial tablet:
"You little brat, don't try to fool me."
"She doesn't want to see me."
The person who was so determined to sacrifice himself for the so-called greater good was forcibly kept in the Su Jun Sword by him.
Even after a thousand years apart, I will never forgive.
Xue Lan smiled gently:
"You haven't seen her, you haven't asked her anything!"
"You've avoided her for a thousand years, and all you can do is speculate about her based on your own thoughts!"
Xue Lan's voice seemed to transform into a long sword, piercing into Nie Jing's heart.
Xue Lan shouted angrily: "Do you still see her as someone who harbors resentment and wishes she could kill you?"
"no!"
Nie Jing's voice trembled.
"Of course not..."
Lü Su was the best girl in the world, the best girl he had ever met in his life.
She lived in a secret realm created by an unknown powerful being, and was born from it, a carefree earth spirit.
He liked her; he liked her the first time he saw her.
He didn't want to see her, simply because...
He did not fulfill his lover's wishes and went his own way.
He secretly didn't want her to die for the greater good.
He wanted Lü Su to live for him.
So he used all his cultivation to save Lü Su's soul, and spent half his life forging the Su Jun Sword to nurture her soul.
But he didn't have the courage to say a single word to her.
Nie Jing's voice disappeared, and Xue Lan looked at the Su Jun sword in her hand, which was trembling slightly.
Lü Su woke up.
Xue Lan's voice was icy as she slowly began to speak:
"Senior has countless feelings and deep regrets in her heart. She will have the opportunity to speak with Sister Sujun later."
"Today, Xue Lan only has one question for you, senior..."
Xue Lan's eyes flashed coldly, and a murderous intent emanated from her body in an instant:
What exactly happened at Jinyue Lake?
The woman's voice was like a fierce wind blowing down from the sky, carrying the chill of snow, instantly slamming the consciousness of Nie Jing and the many memorial tablets around him to the ground.
It was less of an inquiry and more of a forced interrogation.
It was the oppression of those in power, using their immense divine soul force, that made any concealment unacceptable.
Nie Jing's thoughts were completely out of his control; he struggled desperately, but to no avail.
A pale gray shadow was pulled out from the memorial tablet and landed on the ground.
Nie Jing heard his own trembling voice:
"I have no idea……"
"When I arrived, Jinyue Lake was already engulfed in flames."
Xue Lan seemed to have anticipated that she wouldn't get much useful information from Nie Jing, and she slightly withdrew her divine sense pressure:
"Then tell me first, where is Jinyue Lake?"
Nie Jing forced back his fear and looked at the aloof Xue Lan:
"How did you learn about Jinyue Lake, fellow Daoist? Su Jun's soul was shattered to such an extent that she shouldn't remember Jinyue Lake."
Xue Lan glanced at him...
A cold gaze, like a sword's edge, pierced through the spatial turbulence separating the two, gently landing on Nie Jing in the main training ground.
The old man's snow-white soul light rippled, as if he had been gently touched by something.
But only Nie Jing himself knew.
"answer my question."
"I don't know!" Nie Jing blurted out.
"Jinyue Lake is a secret realm created by a powerful being in the upper realm. It is constantly shifting and changing in time and space. I accidentally stumbled into it while looking for materials for refining weapons."
Looking at his expression and the fluctuations of his soul power, Xue Lan knew he wasn't lying.
"Two accidental incursions?"
Xue Lan spoke again, the murderous intent in her tone noticeably lessening slightly, but it was still icy cold.
Nie Jing forced himself to continue:
"The first time I wandered in by mistake, the second time I found a way in."
"The time you managed to get in by yourself, where was the entrance to Jinyue Lake?"
Nie Jing looked up at Xue Lan, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Xue Lan took in this slight surprise.
Before the old man could speak, Xue Lan's hoarse voice rang out:
"I should have known."
The woman toyed with the Su Jun sword in her hand, her snow-white fingertips slowly tracing the sharp blade:
"That place is... in the Northern Region River!"
As soon as the words "Northern Region River" were uttered, Xue Lan saw Nie Jing's soul tremble violently, looking like a flickering candle flame.
"Northern Region River, an unnamed great power, created a grotto-heaven..." Xue Tong, who had been watching Xue Lan from the other side, murmured these words to himself, and suddenly a bold guess came to his mind.
The girl's voice held a hint of hesitation, but she still managed to speak haltingly:
"Xue Lan... could you be the powerful being who created that secret realm?"
Xue Lan raised a hand to rub her temples, taking a moment to respond to the astonished girl, her voice hoarse:
"It can't be wrong."
Xue Lan's thoughts were like a tangled mess, yet also a complete thread.
The woman looked at the inner demon not far away, which was still frantically devouring the dissipating demonic energy, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Is this the origin of my deepest obsession?"
The inner demon's body almost completely overlapped with the darkness behind it, and upon hearing this, it spoke with an evil smile:
"Haven't I said enough?"
"Lord Wolf, please think it over carefully."
As soon as the inner demon finished speaking, it transformed into a pitch-black figure and crashed into Xue Lan's heart.
Xue Lan did not resist.
The woman closed her eyes, and a single tear rolled over her long eyelashes and landed in the mudra at her feet.
The white wolf behind Xue Lan let out a mournful howl towards the boundless darkness above, then slowly lay down on the spot and wrapped Xue Lan in its tail.
"Xue Lan..."
Xue Tong called out Xue Lan's name, but only endless silence answered her.
The girl took a few steps forward and raised her hand to touch the pale red barrier in front of her, but what she touched was a cold brick wall.
"Xue Lan!"
"She'll remember eventually." The inner demon spoke to Xue Tong when she had a moment, her voice filled with endless indifference.
The woman seemed to be looking at Xue Tong, and a smile suddenly appeared in her tone:
"Instead of fooling around in some grand dream of saving the world, why not give me your body!"
Xue Tong shouted sharply, "Shut up! Xue Lan will be fine!"
The inner demon remained silent for a moment, then spoke softly:
"You are too naive. You underestimate the Wolf King's obsession."
……
In the cold, silent darkness, Xue Lan slowly raised her hand and caught her tears that kept flowing down her face.
The words spoken by the inner demon when the Jiangyun Sect massacred evil spirits echoed in his ears once more, crystal clear:
"My Lord Changjun, will you regret this too?"
"I...I..." Xue Lan couldn't utter a word because something seemed to be blocking her chest. The pain in her chest felt like it was about to burst her apart.
The voice of the inner demon rang out at just the right moment, like some kind of seduction:
"Xue Lan, give me your body!"
Xue Lan raised her hand and placed it on the giant wolf's right paw, the violent thoughts in her mind almost completely eroding her consciousness.
This can't go on; I absolutely cannot surrender my body to my inner demons!
A pair of pitch-black hands slowly encircled Xue Lan's neck, and the inner demon's voice sounded cold and sticky.
"You clearly had the opportunity to give them a chance to live."
"Persisting in the long run is meaningless; you'll just watch them die and die!"
The Sun-Tracing Mirror beneath Xue Lan's feet suddenly emitted an even brighter light, with the dazzling golden light slowly extending towards the center, about to illuminate the entire magic seal.
Xue Tong had never seen Xue Lan fully illuminate the entire Sun-Tracing Mirror, nor did he know what changes it would bring.
"Give me your body! Don't you want to avenge them?"
"Xue Lan!"
"Reverse everything, let me return to my peak... This is my last chance!"
A fierce wind raged within his mind, and the seal on the dilapidated wooden door gradually dissipated, leaving no room for maneuver.
The voice of the inner demon contained a killing intent and pain that Xue Lan could not comprehend at this moment, lingering in her ears like a hoarse roar on a battlefield.
The seal is opened!
Dark demonic energy squeezed out from the cracks in the dilapidated wooden door, transforming into a dark figure in Xue Lan's sea of consciousness.
Xue Lan stood in the sea of consciousness, her figure appearing somewhat ethereal. Her eyes held a resolute determination that others could not fathom.
The woman spoke softly, a cool smile curving her lips:
"it is good……"
The dark, demonic shadow swiftly moved forward and swallowed Xue Lan's entire demonic soul.
The Sun-Tracing Mirror instantly rippled with a circle of golden magical light, and Xue Tong saw that the white giant wolf that had just enveloped Xue Lan was once again bound back into the woman's body.
The hem of Xue Lan's black dress looked as if it were covered with a layer of pure white frost.
The white frost slowly grew upwards, as if it wanted to completely envelop Xue Lan.
The woman, her body covered in frost, slowly turned around and glanced at Xue Tong from afar…
That gaze, at first glance, was icy and piercing, but deep within it lay a hint of warm remorse...
Her all-powerful system master, please remember to come back!
In an instant, a dazzling golden light shot out from the Sun-Tracing Mirror seal beneath Xue Lan's feet, striking Xue Tong with unerring accuracy.
"Xue Lan!"
Xue Tong heard the extremely noisy screams of the inner demon in her mind, and a dark shadow rushed out from Xue Lan's heart, rushing towards her direction.
The girl ignored her inner demons and instead met Xue Lan's gaze.
Above the dazzling Dharma seal, Xue Lan, dressed in jet-black robes, bowed slightly to her, his lips parted slightly.
The mouth movements seemed to say:
"goodbye!"
Goodbye? Goodbye to what?
Did she agree to say goodbye?
Xue Tong's system panel began to issue alarms.
[Alert! Host has been unbound!]
[Alert! Host has been unbound!]
"What do you mean by 'host breaking free'? The host can break free of the binding on its own? Main system! Main system..."
Xue Tong had only called out twice when a main system, like a dazzling white light, appeared in front of Xue Lan.
"Is there a system error? Please check it!"
"I've never seen a host that can break free of its binding on its own!"
"Wait, what are you doing..."
Before Xue Tong could finish speaking, she saw the main system transform into a woman in a silver dress in front of her.
The woman gently touched Xue Tong's brow. A string of pale blue code was then extracted from it.
The unsettling mechanical voice in his mind disappeared, but it made Xue Tong's heart sink to the ground.
"What……"
The main system's voice was icy cold:
"You should go back!"
It was time to go back. Xue Tong's body went limp, her thoughts a jumbled mess.
She saw a faint red line appear on her wrist.
That was before Xue Lan...
Xue Lan!
Memories she had never seen before kept appearing in her mind, like soft and warm cotton, filling her past.
"What is this?"
Xue Tong thought to herself.
"You have a place you will eventually return to."
Xue Tong felt as if she had entered warm seawater in an instant, and everything around her was floating.
The dark demonic energy of the inner demon crashed onto the water's surface, creating a huge ripple.
However, they were unable to get below the water's surface no matter what they did.
My whole body felt light and airy.
Beneath the water's surface lay a realm seemingly her own, inaccessible to any outsider.
She saw many memories here that she had never seen before.
The persimmon tree near my maternal grandfather's house.
Students playing and fooling around.
And Mom...
These memories slowly seeped into her mind, pushing away all the memories of living with Xue Lan and the others over the years.
It was like an exchange that disregarded her wishes.
Slow, but not to be refused.
Those squeezed-out memories floated slowly upwards like bubbles.
further and further.
She heard her mother call her: "Lingling".
What's her name?
Tong Lingzhen...
There's more than just this one...
Her vision was a little blurry.
Just before losing consciousness, my fingertips seemed to touch something round...