Chapter 850: Finally Returning to the Huan Yao Realm
Feng Xue'er could only give up chasing after Xuanyuan Wentian. She paused for a moment to steady her breath, then turned around to dispel the remaining dark aura, releasing everyone from the dark prison.
"Little Aunt, are you alright?" Xiao Yun and Tianxia Diqi hurriedly rushed over to support Xiao Lingxi, asking with concern.
Xiao Lingxi shook her head stiffly, still not recovered from the shock.
"I thought we were dead for sure this time... But unexpectedly, we survived again." Having been granted a new lease on life, Chu Yueli was nearly completely drained.
"What exactly happened just now? Why did Xuanyuan Wentian suddenly... go berserk?" Murong Qianxue and the others were still baffled.
Only Tianxia Diyi, Tianxia Diqi, and Xiao Yun knew roughly the reason. Tianxia Diyi took a deep look at Xiao Lingxi, raised his head, and sighed to himself, "Throughout my life, it's only today that I finally truly believe good deeds are rewarded..."
Back in Liuyun City, Xiao Lingxi had stopped him from killing Fen Juechen, couldn't bear to watch Fen Juechen die, and even took him into the Xiao Sect despite the great danger, personally caring for him... She was clearly so frail that everyone had to worry about and protect her, yet with her crystal-like heart, she made Fen Juechen, who claimed to be a demon, begin to feel he was still human... And for her sake, he even gave up his determination to kill Yun Che.
Today, it was Xiao Lingxi again—the one with the weakest profound power, the least experience, the one who most needed protection—whose past kindness saved all their lives.
If the person Xuanyuan Wentian had chosen first was anyone else, the outcome would have been different. But he happened to choose Xiao Lingxi...
If Xuanyuan Wentian had carefully read Fen Juechen's memories, he would know that she was the only light and warmth in his soul world filled with darkness and cold.
She was also his only family in this world.
And she was his unassailable reverse scale, for whom he was willing to abandon murderous intent.
When Xuanyuan Wentian's demonic claws reached out to Xiao Lingxi, his soul, which had been annihilated and shattered into pale fragments, burst out with a desperate power...
Xiao Yaohou had lost all profound power, and just now had been directly targeted by Xuanyuan Wentian's aura. Now she was too weak to stand. Feng Xue'er helped her up, braving her own injuries to pass her some primordial energy, then hurried over to Yun Che.
Yun Che's appearance showed no change. Though he had weathered many storms, the faint life force still stubbornly remained in his body, supporting everyone's final hope. Feng Xue'er took Yun Che from Murong Qianxue's arms, and gasped, "We must leave here immediately. Otherwise, danger could strike at any moment."
"But where can we go now?" Murong Qianxue looked into the distance, a trace of sorrow flashing in her eyes: "Bing Yun Fairy Palace... is no more..."
"I'll immediately send a sound transmission to Father and ask him to send the Phoenix Divine Boat. Then we..."
Feng Xue'er's voice suddenly stopped, and her whole body trembled sharply—because she clearly felt a slightly cool hand gently pressing on her small hand.
"Xue...'er..."
This call was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, but it was like a thunderclap in Feng Xue'er's heart. She lowered her head and saw Yun Che lying in her arms with his eyes half-open, his parched lips moving gently.
"Brother Yun... you're awake... you've finally woken up." Feng Xue'er murmured. All her strength collapsed in an instant, and tears uncontrollably streamed down, soaking her cheeks in no time.
The trust and dependence Yun Che gave Feng Xue'er was even warmer and heavier than that she felt toward her father. As long as she was by his side, her heart was always calm and satisfied, without a trace of hesitation.
Though Yun Che was now weaker than an infant, seeing him awake and feeling his gaze, Fu Yao's mind still found its most solid support, allowing her to release her fragility and helplessness without restraint.
"Palace Master!!" Hearing Feng Xue'er's shout, the women of Bing Yun Fairy Palace joyfully surrounded them.
"Big Brother!!"
"Husband!"
"Little Che!!"
"Brother Yun..."
Everyone reacted as if they had heard celestial music, hurriedly crowding around Yun Che. Having just survived a catastrophe and now seeing Yun Che awake, the sudden joy almost made them forget their current predicament.
Xiao Yaohou, supported by Tianxia Diqi, walked over. She looked at Yun Che and said solemnly, "Now that you're awake... immediately activate the Primordial Mystic Ark and take all of us to the Huan Yao Realm."
"I... know." Yun Che said softly. "Everything that happened today... I know..."
"Ah?" Everyone was stunned. Xiao Yun widened his eyes and asked, "Big Brother, you... know?"
"Three days ago, I regained a little consciousness," Yun Che said slowly. "I could hear the sounds outside, and roughly sense some changes in aura. But no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't wake up. It was like... I was separated from my body..."
Although he couldn't wake up or open his eyes, he had clearly heard everything that happened today while unconscious. He tried desperately to wake up, but could neither open his eyes nor feel his body.
When the dying Xuanyuan Wentian was taken away by the demon sword and the crisis was resolved, he relaxed his mind. Then he began to feel the faint warmth of his body... and gradually opened his eyes.
"Since that's the case, save your strength. Don't speak anymore. Quickly summon the ark." Xiao Yaohou said breathlessly.
Yun Che, however, smiled: "Caiyi, rest assured... you all fought so desperately for me... I will never allow myself to die just like that..."
Yun Che closed his eyes, concentrated his mind. Space above rippled, and the image of the Primordial Mystic Ark appeared.
"Senior Uncle Murong... tell all disciples not to resist my will." Yun Che instructed softly.
Murong Qianxue nodded, her expression momentarily complex—she knew where they would be taken after entering the ark. It was a completely different world, one could even say hostile to the Tian Xuan Continent.
But Bing Yun Fairy Palace was destroyed, and their roots were gone. Following the Palace Master was their only choice.
A faint white light from the Primordial Mystic Ark enveloped everyone. Then, with a flash of light, everyone—including all the disciples of Bing Yun Fairy Palace—was drawn into the ark.
Immediately after, space shook violently, and the Primordial Mystic Ark vanished. Below, only a wasteland remained, one that had just suffered a great disaster with no intact land to be found.
For a long time, the scorching heat that filled the sky finally dissipated slowly, and the air grew increasingly cold. As dusk fell quietly, sporadic snowflakes drifted down from the distant sky, gradually covering the withered earth with a thin layer of pale white.
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The Primordial Mystic Ark traversed through space, crossing a million miles in an instant.
When they stepped out of the ark, the surrounding scene was not the Yao Huang City they had expected, but a vast, barren wasteland. The air carried an unusually active aura of flame.
"This place is..." Tianxia Diyi immediately turned to look north and recognized it: "Jinwu Thunder Flame Valley!"
"Brother Tianxia..." Yun Che said weakly, "Although my consciousness is clear now, I could still die at any moment. Only the Golden Crow Spirit can save me, so I chose this place... I trouble you to take my grandfather and the others to Yao Huang City, and ask my father to help settle them... Tell my father, mother, and grandfather... that I will return safely..."
Yun Che's words made Tianxia Diyi's heart sink. Even Yun Che himself said "could die at any moment," which showed the severity of his injuries. No wonder he chose to come directly to the entrance of Jinwu Thunder Flame Valley. Tianxia Diyi took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "Brother Yun, rest assured. By the time you return, I guarantee not a single hair on their heads will be missing."
Yun Che smiled gratefully, then raised his arm with effort: "Grandfather... Little Aunt... Yue'er... I will definitely be fine... Senior Uncles and Aunts... I have never forgotten the dying wish of the former Palace Master... One day, I will lead you... to rebuild Bing Yun Fairy... Palace..."
After finishing all his words, Yun Che's mind relaxed, his vision blurred, and he fainted again.
"Don't delay any longer!" Xiao Yaohou commanded with a frown. "Xiao Yun, Tianxia Diyi, immediately take everyone back to Yao Huang City. Xue'er, you carry Yun Che. We're going to Jinwu Thunder Flame Valley!"
"Ah... yes!"
Every second could determine Yun Che's life or death. Feng Xue'er had no time to feel lost in this strange land. She carefully picked up Yun Che with her right hand, and with her left hand took Xiao Yaohou, flying north along the direction she pointed.
The place Yun Che had directed the Primordial Mystic Ark to travel to was already very close to the entrance of Jinwu Thunder Flame Valley. Despite her injuries, Feng Xue'er flew at full speed. Before long, the Golden Crow Mystic Array sealing the valley appeared before them.
Xiao Yaohou took out the Demon Emperor Seal, then pointed her finger. Two drops of crimson blood flew from her fingertips. One fell on the seal, and one fell on the center of the mystic array. Then, the seal touched the center of the array. The seal let out a shriek, and the array echoed with buzzing. The mystic array sealing Jinwu Thunder Flame Valley rapidly faded until it completely dispersed.
The only entrance to the valley lay bare before them.
The dormant Golden Crow bloodline was still a Golden Crow bloodline; using the Demon Emperor Seal, they could forcibly open the seal of the valley.
"Let's go quickly!"
A scorching wave of heat hit their faces. The air carried a divine flame aura vastly different from the Phoenix Flame. Since the Thunder Origin had been consumed by Yun Che, the valley now only had flames, without any lightning.
Feng Xue'er, carrying the two, passed through trails of flames and seas of fire, heading toward where the Golden Crow Soul Spirit resided. Ahead lay the last, and only, hope. They dared not think—if even the Golden Crow Soul Spirit couldn't save Yun Che, what would they do...
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