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The clouds moved with the wind, revealing the bright moon and the stars.

The Milky Way shines brightly, making the sky as bright as day.

The moonlight bathed the boy's eyebrows and eyes in a soft gold, making him appear even more handsome and refined.

His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were slightly curved, as if they were filled with two pools of spring water, brimming with affection.

He said, "Senior sister, I love you."

He also said that no one could compare.

The words are very straightforward, without any fancy or sweet embellishments.

In her entire life, Yuezheng had never heard a more sincere confession than this.

If Xingyun had said such things to her before the great battle, she would have thought he was crazy, that it was utterly outrageous.

But now, as the person is about to pass away, Yuezheng can't say anything, only tears keep falling like beads from a broken string.

The Holy Maiden of Penglai should be heartless.

Even plants and trees have feelings; humans are not plants or trees. How could they completely sever their emotions because of a mere cultivation technique?
"Senior sister, don't cry." Xingyun sighed, and a look of pain slowly rose in her eyes. "My soul will always be with you. Wherever you go, I will follow."

"Then—" Yuezheng didn't know why she couldn't control her tears, her voice hoarse, "How can they be the same?"

She wanted him alive, not the lingering traces of his soul!
Xingyun's expression suddenly changed.

He could feel a tremendous force pulling him.

This means that the spacetime tunnel is about to collapse and can no longer hold on.

Seeing Yuezheng crying so sadly, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

The bright moon should shine forever; how can it be saddened by its passing?
"Don't cry, Senior Sister." Xingyun repeated, raising his hand to gently stroke her head, trying to calm her down.

Yuezheng didn't speak.

She just gripped his hand tightly, her body trembling violently, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

“Alright, Senior Sister…” Xingyun’s voice softened. He gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed softly, “Then I have no choice but to offend you again.”

He moved closer to her, and she could clearly feel his breath on her cheek.

It still has the warmth of a living person.

Immediately afterwards, Yuezheng felt the previous coldness fall again.

This time it wasn't her eyes, but her lips.

He kissed her again, forcefully silencing her sobs.

Due to the magic of the Northern Sea, Xingyun's body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people.

His lips were even colder, like soft jade.

Yuezheng's body suddenly tensed up, and her eyes widened abruptly.

But then another hand covered her eyes, and a muffled voice came out from between her lips: "Senior sister, don't look."

These five words carry a hint of coquetry.

The moon zither has always been irresistible.

Whenever Xingyun looked at her with a wronged expression, even if she was still angry, her heart would soften.

The gentle kiss didn't last long.

Seeing that she had stopped crying, Xingyun moved her lips away.

The force pulling him increased, and he had no choice but to leave.

As soon as Xingyun let go, the pull force dragged him back into the sky.

"Xingyun!" Yuezheng cried out, "Tell me, how can I save you? Tell me!"

Xingyun stood on a cloud and smiled at her: "Take care, senior sister."

Clouds swept in, engulfing his figure. The time tunnel collapsed, and even the surrounding stars and moon dimmed slightly.

"Xingyun!" Yuezheng's voice was heart-wrenching.

She soared into the air, but grasped nothing.

"Boom!"

A tremendous thunderclap resounded from the depths of the dark sky, followed by a torrential downpour.

The clouds covered the stars and moon, the light faded, and everything returned to darkness.

The rain kept falling, as if the heavens and earth were playing a mournful song.

At this moment, three hundred years ago, China was still filled with slaughter and bloodshed.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Xingyun still held Yuezheng's body in his arms. He closed his eyes. "I have seen my senior sister. I have no regrets in this life."

Before Ye Wanlan could answer, a faint voice rang out: "But I have regrets."

It was unclear when Yan Tingfeng arrived; his eyes were dark and his expression was unreadable.

Xingyun opened her eyes, but there was no surprise in them: "I should have thought of that. If the princess comes, the lord of the tower will surely be here as well."

As he spoke, he laughed: "Everyone says that Princess Yongning and the Lord of Shenxiao Pavilion are each kings in their own right, whether they are separated in the martial arts world or the imperial court, but when they are together, they are invincible and unparalleled in the world. So I have no regrets about being able to meet both of them."

Yan Tingfeng looked at him, his pupils dark and unreadable: "But you once told me that there was a glimmer of hope for the future, and that perhaps one day we would all come back."

Xingyun was taken aback. After a long while, he smiled and said, "The Lord actually remembers something from so long ago. I... I almost forgot about it."

Yan Tingfeng's expression remained unchanged, and even Ye Wanlan couldn't tell whether he was angry or sad.

He simply stared at Xingyun, his voice deepening: "You knew back then that when you said 'us,' you weren't included."

“Yes, not including me.” Xingyun raised her head and murmured, “A glimmer of hope, though it represents a chance, I dare not gamble. I only want my senior sister to survive one hundred percent.”

From the perspective of future generations, his actions today seem like those of a fool.

But at this moment, how could he be completely certain that the glimmer of hope he saw was a hundredfold?

Xingyun certainly wouldn't dare to gamble.

“I know what you want to say, Master.” Xingyun smiled. “If I hadn’t saved my senior sister, then you and the princess could have protected our souls today, allowing us to be reborn in the era three hundred years from now.”

Yan Tingfeng pursed his lips tightly.

“Unfortunately, there are no ‘what ifs.’” Xingyun looked at him. “If the Lord had known what would happen in the future, wouldn’t he have sacrificed himself to protect the land?”

Yan Tingfeng was startled and then fell silent.

He can.

None of the Chinese who participated in the battle of ten thousand armies knew whether China would even exist in the future.

Perhaps their efforts were in vain, but they still went on without hesitation.

The future is always uncertain, and even someone as powerful as the Lord of Shenxiao Tower wouldn't dare gamble on that one unique opportunity.

He had no choice but to use his own life to turn the unique into one hundred percent.

"I should go." Xingyun lowered his head, his eyes gentle as he looked at Yuezheng. He asked for the rope, "Senior Sister, I have obtained what I asked for when I was young, and I will not be trapped anymore."

There was always a gap of three hundred years in time and space between them.

This became an insurmountable chasm.

But he doesn't regret it.

No matter how many times he has to do it again, he will do it this way.

Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng stood silently in place, watching Xingyun transform into light and envelop Yuezheng's soul.

After a long silence, Ye Wanlan said softly, "I should go see Rong Shi." (End of Chapter)