mesbooks Chapter 279 Farewell
Chapter 279 Farewell
"Sister, who is he...?" Xie Wanning asked, pointing to the child behind Xie Wanxun.
Xie Wanxun picked up the child and said, "Xiao Xuan, come here and call me Second Sister."
"Second sister," Xiao Xuan called out cautiously, looking at Xie Wan Ning with her big, watery eyes full of curiosity.
"What's going on?" Xie Wanning's eyes were full of confusion.
"It's a long story," Xie Wanxun could only explain from the beginning.
Five hours ago.
Underworld.
"All ghosts, heed my command! Return!"
Xie Wanxun's eyes flickered slightly as she channeled her resentment to summon ghosts.
In the underworld, ghosts thronged and struggled, all resisting.
Eerie green flames swirled around Xie Wanxun.
Her eyes, like a burning sea of blood, exuded endless majesty and terror; a single glance was enough to make the surrounding ghosts tremble.
"Quiet."
Xie Wanxun roared, his voice like rolling thunder, echoing through the ghost realm. This voice contained boundless power, causing the surrounding ghosts to bleed from their seven orifices and collapse to the ground.
The ghosts that had been wandering around, emitting mournful screams, instantly fell silent, not daring to utter a sound.
Xie Wanxun walked slowly forward, and with each step, the ground trembled, and black cracks spread outwards like a spider web. Wherever she passed, the ghosts knelt down, burying their heads, not daring to look directly at her majesty. Some ghosts were even so frightened by this powerful aura that they were terrified and vanished into the endless darkness as wisps of smoke.
"No disrespect is tolerated in this king's territory!" Xie Wanxun's voice rang out again, striking the hearts of every ghost like a heavy hammer. Her words were filled with unquestionable authority, making all the ghosts know that in this ghost realm, the Ghost King was the absolute ruler, and any existence that defied her would suffer annihilation.
Finally, under Xie Wanxun's intimidation, the fragile underworld barely managed to hold on.
She looked up at the precarious border of the underworld, beyond which lay the chaotic sea.
If the underworld and the sea of chaos were to merge, all the ghosts of the underworld would return to the human world, turning it into a true hell.
If the Chaos Sea gets out of control, then the cultivation world will truly be doomed.
The number of ghosts in the underworld is so vast that they are almost overflowing its boundaries. If another uprising were to occur, the entire underworld might collapse.
Xie Wanxun walked through the underworld, frowning as she pondered how to maintain it.
But they sensed that the entire underworld was beginning to riot, and all the ghosts in the underworld were gathering in one place.
"Step aside!"
Xie Wanxun rushed to the scene of the incident and tried to disperse the ghosts that had gathered together, but the ghosts resisted and the noise drowned out her voice.
"Look! They're from the realm of gods."
"It's a shattered divine soul that has actually fallen to the underworld."
"Haha! What goes around comes around. I never thought you'd end up like this."
……
"Enough! Get out of my way!" Xie Wanxun roared, his body wreathed in eerie green flames that burned away any approaching ghosts.
"what!"
The ghosts quickly dispersed, and Xie Wanxun finally saw what was there.
"Master?"
Xie Wanxun's voice trembled as she extinguished the ghostly flames around her and cautiously approached.
The souls of Yu Song and the others appeared dim and unclear, almost shattered.
Their souls are about to dissipate.
Xie Wanxun's eyes darkened slightly, and an indescribable bitterness welled up in her heart.
"Wan Ning?" Yu Song opened his eyes with difficulty and asked in confusion.
Xie Wanxun shook her head and said apologetically, "Senior Yu, you've mistaken me for someone else. I am Xie Wanxun, Wan Ning's older sister. Now that your souls are shattered, I will do my best to protect them."
The ghosts behind them began to riot, shouting angrily.
"Xie Wanxun, what are you doing!"
"The divine realm and the underworld are already at odds; you cannot help the people of the divine realm."
"traitor!"
……
"Shut up. No one can control what I do."
A wisp of will-o'-the-wisp drifted by, instantly annihilating the protesting ghosts.
Xie Wanxun stretched out her hand, which held a faint spiritual power—the spiritual power she had obtained from extracting the spiritual herbs from her storage bag.
"No need, we can't hold on much longer. Our souls have been crushed by the Heavenly Dao, and there's no way to repair them now," Liang Hao sighed.
Xie Wanxun refused to believe it and stubbornly continued to channel spiritual energy, only to be backfired by the powerful divine force.
The will-o'-the-wisp weakened, and the ghosts behind him stirred restlessly, seemingly about to tear Xie Wanxun to pieces at any moment.
Xie Wanxun, however, never stopped what she was doing.
The spiritual power waned further, and the evil spirits behind them hissed as they tried to break through the shield of the will-o'-the-wisp.
Xie Wanxun's face was deathly pale, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. She desperately tried to extract spiritual power, but she couldn't slow down the dissipation of Yu Song and the others' souls.
"Soul-Stabilizing Array, activate!"
Only after the purple magic circle was activated could Yu Song and the others barely remain.
Not only that, Xie Wanxun quickly set to work, creating a magical artifact to stabilize the soul. She watched the figure in front of her gradually disappear, her heart filled with anxiety.
Xie Wanxun had never truly interacted with her masters, since she was completely unaware of them within the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons.
However, she had seen Wan Ning's memories. The masters genuinely cared for Wan Ning, teaching her martial arts, guiding her in life, and protecting Xie Wan Ning's safety.
Xie Wanxun held her masters in high esteem and was very grateful to them, after all, all her skills were taught to her by them.
However, Xie Wanxun has always been clear about her identity. She is Xie Wanning's older sister, a reincarnated being who should not exist in this world; she was born for revenge and protection.
The care from her master, the warmth from her family, and the companionship from her friends were all too much of a luxury for her.
She needs to stay in the shadows and complete her mission to be content.
Xie Wanxun has always been an observer of the happiness of ordinary people. She is a person with blood on her hands, so she doesn't want to disturb other people's lives.
Xie Wanxun is always like this, powerful and sharp.
She is the Demon Lord, the Ghost King, and she is all alone.
Doesn't she care? Perhaps, survival is her only goal.
However, this time, for some reason, Xie Wanxun was determined to protect the souls of Yu Song and the others, even though their souls had been damaged by divine power and there was no possibility of reversing or repairing them.
"Wanxun, don't waste your energy. We have been defeated by the Heavenly Dao, and our souls are almost shattered beyond repair," Cao Lin said.
"No, I can't just watch you all disappear."
"Why?"
Xie Wanxun paused slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.
“You are Wan Ning’s teachers, and I don’t want her to be sad.”
As she spoke, Xie Wanxun continued to set up the formation, attempting to save the souls of Yu Song and the others from dissipating.
Just as Xie Wanxun was gritting her teeth, her demonic energy almost completely depleted, Yu Song stepped forward to stop her.
"That's enough, my disciple. The departure of your masters is inevitable. You have done your best."
"No..." Xie Wanxun waved her hand, trying to deny it.
But she was stopped. Yan Qing smiled and said, "Silly child, your formation is ultimately a technique of the Azure Wave Court. How could I not recognize it?"
"Yes! Your skill in crafting magical artifacts is quite impressive, which has impressed me greatly." Zhuge Tian said with a light laugh, holding the Soul-Stabilizing Artifact in his hand.
“Disciple, I know that you and Wan Ning have a close relationship, and you know what she knows, so you are also our disciple.” Zhuge Tian stroked his beard and said with a smile.
Xie Wanxun smiled with relief, her eyes red-rimmed. She looked at Yu Song and the others, bowed, and respectfully called out, "Master."
Yu Song and the others vanished in a flash of light, but they left with smiles on their faces.
They were cultivation geniuses from ten thousand years ago, trapped in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons for ten thousand years, forgotten by the world for ten thousand years. After a difficult ascension to immortality, they were mercilessly struck down by the Heavenly Dao.
Their contributions went unnoticed by the world, and their souls were crushed by the will of Heaven.
Do they harbor resentment? No, what they care about is the lives of all living beings. Do they feel regret? No, their techniques have already been passed down.
However, if possible, please remember their names.
Yu Song of Qingyun Sect, Liang Hao of Yunxiao Sect, Song Ning of Baiyao Valley, Xiao Xiongtian of Wanshou Valley, Yan Qing of Bibo Pavilion, Xia Danqing of Jiuding Division, Zhuge Tian of Tianji Pavilion, and Cao Lin of Tianyan Sect.
"jingle!"
A bell fell into Xie Wanxun's palm.
It seems like a farewell, but it's more like a parting.