Wanxi Rebirth - Chapter 109

Over the years, the places Yue Tingxi and Qin Suoliu spent the most time were, aside from Kongming Villa, the Baichuan Alliance.

“You leave first, and I’ll hide that bedroom and courtyard. When you return and recover your memories, you can come find me to unlock them,” Chui Yin said, washing tea utensils, her tone casual despite her reluctance to see them off. “If there are any flowers or trees you want to see, I can plant them now. By the time you return, they’ll have grown.”

Without hesitation, Qin Suoliu named what she wanted: “Nine-mile Fragrance and Honey Peach.”

Yue Tingxi listed a string of flowers and trees she liked most in Xishan. Chuiyin was very good at deciding where and how to plant things to make them look beautiful or practical.

Chui Yin rested her chin on her hand, looking a bit impatient as she heard the last request, muttering: “If all these flowers and trees grow and you forget to come, I’ll come get you one by one!”

“Alright then, Chui Yin, you’ll have to escort us then,” Yue Tingxi teased.

Chui Yin gave her a faint, lingering gaze.

“Oh, by the way, Master Bai Yu of the Star-Picking Pavilion came by recently,” Chuiyin changed the subject. “She said that with the gods falling lately, she couldn’t rest and wanted to see if you were okay. I hinted some truths to her, and she thought you were going to undergo nirvana rebirth, and only then was she reassured.”

Bai Yu, the leader of the Star-Picking Pavilion, was the only “priest” in Baichuan Alliance responsible for conveying the divine decrees of the World Consciousness.

In the future, she would often be mentioned by Fifth Elder Yang Heng and Sixth Elder Liu Shuanghan as the Supreme Elder.

“Will she want to bid us farewell?” Yue Tingxi quickly asked.

“She went into seclusion after returning. It will be about three years before she comes out, so you probably won’t see her,” Chui Yin said. “Although I can’t see how much your souls were tainted like Qing Wu can, I can sense that you can’t stay here anymore.”

It was a quiet kind of pollution—one she had seen in another version of herself: simply put, “loneliness.”

Even though Yue Tingxi and Qin Suoliu were not alone, and had gathered allies from various humans and monsters who adored them, they ultimately did not belong to this time. Naturally, they could not truly put down roots here.

Being adrift, naturally lonely.

“You don’t need to overthink or blame yourselves. You are both beings tied to the world in your own way. If you could reach Shi Sheng’s level, in my eyes, that would be truly terrifying,” Chui Yin said optimistically as she poured them tea. “Decided? Then go. Though… it may take hundreds or even thousands of years before we meet again.”

“Yeah, probably,” Yue Tingxi nodded. “We may have interfered too much. The history of the monsters’ current era and Lingjian’s memories can’t be referenced. So we can’t calculate exactly when we will be reborn.”

“Letting things be isn’t bad either,” Qin Suoliu lowered her head to the tea, recalling the day Lan Kongming gathered spiritual energy. She had stared at the water then, just like now. “At least everything is on the right track.”

No matter how bad the ending, they had already experienced it and witnessed it.

That night, Yue Tingxi couldn’t sleep and touched her silver long sword in her mind, shifting her perspective to Shi Sheng.

Shi Sheng still maintained the posture of entwining and enveloping the Core, like a statue.

Perhaps sensing Yue Tingxi’s presence, it suddenly spread its tendrils, revealing the empty interior.

“The hatred from 813 small worlds has completely erased that child’s divine power,” it said. “Now, he is helping to repair each of the small worlds he once ordered to be invaded. Everyone can kill him, and he can feel pain each time. But until all debts are repaid, I will not allow him to die.”

Hearing this, Yue Tingxi’s mood improved considerably.

“And you?” Shi Sheng asked. “You contacted me from the past, but have you encountered any difficulties?”

After so many years since the Chessmaster’s departure, Yue Tingxi found her more agreeable to look at.

“No, I’m about to disperse my soul and return. I wanted to see you while I still have divine power,” Yue Tingxi replied. “Honestly, I don’t know what future my efforts have earned… I hope it’s good. If not, I’ll accept it.”

Though the desire to control everything still lingered deep inside, she no longer clung to it like before.

Trying to control everything too tightly is like holding sand; the tighter you grip, the more you lose the original intent.

“I’ve decided to let go,” she murmured.

Shi Sheng didn’t comment, only smiled faintly.

“Then, would you allow my avatar to visit that world?” it asked. “The 7364 system is dead; her memories will no longer affect Qin Yinguang.”

Yue Tingxi cared about little Yinguang, who she had helped countless times, and nodded almost instinctively.

“That time in the Xuanshui Secret Realm, Qin Yinguang grew up. That should be your wish, right?” Yue Tingxi asked Shi Sheng. “I can’t promise it will happen, but if you want to see, I can bring Yinguang there.”

“…Tingxi?”

When her soul returned to her body, Yue Tingxi heard Qin Suoliu’s soft call. Opening her eyes, she saw that Qin Suoliu hadn’t slept either.

“I went to see Shi Sheng,” Yue Tingxi admitted, recounting everything she had seen. “There’s nothing more to discuss with him; all the necessary information was already asked back then. I only brought Qin Yinguang back.”

It was a causal thread empowered by the World Consciousness, allowing Qin Yinguang to return to her original family.

Shi Sheng had actively stripped away everything, including World Consciousness, Gray Moth, and the 7364 system, letting Qin Yinguang continue as an ordinary child.

Qin Suoliu entered Yue Tingxi’s mind, carefully touching the small cluster of causal threads belonging to her little sister.

“Let’s return to Kongming Villa together,” she whispered. “We will still be sisters, inseparable for life.”

In the latter half of the night, they finally slept soundly, resting for the final purification of Lingjian upon reaching Xishan.

Chui Yin, wanting to see them off fully while still guarding Baichuan Alliance, made a small wooden tiger infused with spiritual energy for Yue Tingxi to take.

Xishan was the final stop. For some reason, the journey was mostly silent.

Finally, Lan Kongming asked, “When will you return to the villa?”

“I should go first. Lingjian may be later,” Qin Suoliu replied. “Sorry, this time we need to leave longer, not because of delays, but to have some time to return to the future and meet again.”

At the end, she gave a brief explanation to her future mother.

Lan Kongming looked at her intently, then asked, “Future you, will you still need disguise?”

“When at home, probably not,” Qin Suoliu smiled, looking at the ship window. She removed her disguise. “But in the future, I am no longer your guardian or elder. You don’t need to address me formally.”

“…Then who are you?” Lan Kongming asked.

“Family,” Qin Suoliu said, raising her hand to touch her face. “We are still family.”

Qin Chuhan leaned on the side holding her sword, watching and listening, her expression unreadable.

The ship finally landed at Xishan. Qing Wu led them to the natural cavern at the mountain base where they had previously sealed the Bashe.

Xie Zhi began repairing the dispersal array.

Since becoming a regular visitor to Xishan, the array had already been completed; she was merely infusing her power one last time.

Yue Tingxi took the Soul-Purifying Pill gifted by Chui Yin for one final purification of her other self.

As expected, as soon as her divine sense probed the other body, excruciating pain surged—her other self’s soul being purified marked her dispersal.

Qin Suoliu, as always, stayed beside her, using all the remaining powers of the 7364 system to shield her from pain.

The final memory was Lingjian standing in the snow, blood dripping from her long sword, helpless.

Pleading was useless, saving was useless, killing was useless.

The world was completely broken. To meet loved ones again, she had to return to the earliest era, stirring the monster disasters early so her own time could be saved.

It might not be a good path. If Qin Suoliu, Lan Yingshan, Chan Ying, Yun Ruan, Luo Yansha were still alive, they would stop her, scold her awake.

But she had already lost them all.

She had no choice but to play the role of the gambler she despised most.

Thanks to Qin Suoliu’s “shielding” spell, Yue Tingxi felt no pain this time.

But the blood flowing from all her orifices reminded her that it was nearly over.

She tilted her head, spat out a mouthful of blood, poured all her remaining divine power into her other self, and slowly dispersed both Lingjian and herself into Xishan’s spiritual energy cycle.

At almost the same time, Qin Suoliu did the same.

[Self-destruct mode activated. After host [Yue Tingxi] is confirmed dead, the system will disperse all remaining power.]

Rich spiritual energy poured out, immediately controlled by Qing Wu, Xie Zhi, Lan Kongming, Qin Chuhan, and Chui Yin’s little tiger, guiding it into the array.

“Your spiritual energy will slowly merge into Xishan’s spiritual veins over hundreds or thousands of years, benefiting the mountain and surrounding life,” Qing Wu said as calmly as possible. “Return soon; the spiritual energy will be stronger if earlier.”

As the saying goes: “One whale falls, and all creatures thrive.” She feared that too much time would erase all traces of their existence.

Through a mist of blood, Yue Tingxi cast a final glance at the farewell creatures and whispered with effort, “Alright, goodbye.”

She no longer sensed the passage of time; her consciousness sank into darkness soon after.

Luckily, she did not enter that previous space full of dark golden characters.

Her wrist was grasped by a familiar force. She instinctively held back, interlocking fingers with Qin Suoliu.

At the same time, a faint light appeared in both of their sights.

The light floated and stumbled forward, struggling against unseen obstacles, carrying them toward the promised land they hoped for.

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