After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

Alas...

The more Shi Yan thought about it, the more he felt that his future was bleak and hopeless.

She could already see a thousand years later, her name becoming a threat used by parents to intimidate little girls into obeying them.

'If you don't obey, Master Yan will appear and devour you!'

That's so weird.

This is so strange.

Faced with this situation, Shi Yan could only say... "I hope the immortal sent by the celestial realm to punish me is good-looking."

Hua Xiangrong's level is fine.

But it would be best if she were a mature older sister.

Don't let it get too cold.

It was too cold, and Shi Yan felt she couldn't stand it.

Strange... what weird things am I thinking?

Shi Yan felt as if his consciousness had fallen into a state of near-trance.

Do not--

Not close.

Shi Yan looked at Lou Lan's lips.

As Loulan's smile rose, the world in Shi Yan's eyes seemed to change accordingly.

The edges of the world crumbled like falling pieces of paper.

Behind the crumbling world... lies an endless wilderness.

The wilderness was littered with corpses.

One after another, the spirit swords were stuck into the barren land, and the blood stained the earth with a terrible brownish-red color.

Shi Yan had seen such scenes before.

However... what Shi Yan saw were swords that had been weathered and eroded beyond recognition, some even broken into several pieces.

Buried in the earth are only skeletons, almost broken and blending into the wilderness.

That is... "Sword Tomb".

The legendary place where the immortal who fell to earth led all the top experts in the mortal world to fight a final battle against the Lord of Loulan.

The teacher looked around.

But he felt that his body was so broken that even turning his head had become difficult.

pain--

It's like being run over by a truck again and again, yet unable to die from the pain.

But... even opening her mouth to squeeze out a groan became an impossible task.

Lower your head.

His hands were covered in blood.

My fingertips had long since lost all feeling; I couldn't even feel the thick blood dripping from them, and I couldn't even tell if the blood was my own or someone else's.

"Is this... Loulan?"

Shi Yan clearly understood what had happened.

Just like when I first met Cang Wanyun and Xiao Nuba.

I found myself in that overly real, almost enlightened state.

However, what he gradually came to understand was Loulan's life.

And now... what I'm seeing is probably the end.

The Death of Loulan.

'Shi Yan' looked down at his hands, which were covered in blood.

At his feet... the frost-blue immortal sword was badly damaged and lay in a pool of blood. The sword spirit was almost shattered and could not even respond in the most basic way.

Behind him... his long zither, which had been his constant companion, now had broken strings.

"I'll die—"

That was something I already knew.

"I'll die—"

That was a destiny I had foreseen long ago.

'Shiyan' raised his head.

In the desolate wilderness strewn with corpses, only a frail figure, equally covered in blood, could still barely stand there.

The sword, smooth and warm like jade, pointed firmly at him.

Blood obscured the ice crystal mask, making it difficult for 'Shiyan' to see the other person's face clearly.

She walked slowly and unsteadily.

With all his might... he raised his trembling left hand and pressed it against the edge of the mask on his face.

Click—

The only sound in the silent world besides breathing.

The blood-stained faceplate... exactly the same as the pure white mandala forehead ornament, lay there in the wilderness.

'Shiyan' raised his head.

This time... she finally saw it.

My own face was reflected on the smooth, jade-like blade of the sword.

The girl, her face expressionless, pursed her pale, dry lips.

Her long, snow-white hair was stained with blood, sticking together and congealing into clumps of withered grass.

And that indifferent little face... was exactly the same as Jun Qianrou's.

The master finally understood.

My premonition from before.

What exactly is that feeling of suddenly understanding everything if you came to the "Tomb of Loulan" and saw the statue of the Lord of Loulan?

I understand.

But I didn't fully understand it either.

Just as Shi Yan saw the pale face reflected in the sword's edge, an endless gravity and a feeling of falling came from behind.

The world shattered.

The teacher's words were abruptly dragged back to reality.

The strong smell of blood seemed to linger in his nostrils, and Shi Yan's pupils were still locked, still somewhat horrified.

She looked at Loulan, who stood gracefully in front of her and waved to her.

I recall the indifferent face and blood-stained Loulan from my memory.

Which one... is the real other person?

and--

Shi Yan's lips twitched; he felt he couldn't laugh at all, not even a bitter smile.

She looked at Loulan's pretty face, which was almost identical to Jun Qianrou's.

Now... she roughly understands where Loulan's lower body is.

"You are... Loulan?" Shi Yan's voice was dry.

“Absolutely true—” came a joyful voice, completely different from the indifference Shi Yan had seen.

"But...aren't you already dead?" Shi Yan's direct question shattered Lou Lan's pleased expression.

Shi Yan could see that Loulan's eyes seemed to be twitching wildly.

And then... exactly the same as back in Le'an City.

Shi Yan reached out and pinched Lou Lan's cheek.

It's soft and bouncy.

However, it lacks the body temperature that a living person should have.

If I had to describe it... it's similar to the little girl I hold in my arms.

The teacher then used more force.

Loulan could even show an expression almost like a girl in pain.

Shi Yan could sense that Loulan's anger level was rising significantly.

"Hey!!!"

This time, Shi Yan had already learned to answer first, "I know, I know, that's impolite."

Loulan's anger hadn't even been vented before it was as if Shi Yan had shoved it back with a toilet plunger.

She angrily shook her hand and glared at Shi Yan.

The "expert" and "mysterious" atmosphere that the girl had painstakingly created was completely destroyed.

Loulan rubbed her face, "Even dead people feel pain."

"Fool."

For a moment, Shi Yan didn't know how to respond.

A string of complaints stuck in my throat, I couldn't get them out.